Chapter 086: Midnight Urge

Yumi had fallen fast asleep, utterly exhausted from the day.

Meanwhile, Jihoon suddenly woke up.

**

Groggily, he got out of bed and headed toward the bathroom, having been woken by the urgent need to urinate.

Jihoon stumbled into the bathroom, pulled out his enormous penis—massive even when flaccid—and began to urinate.

When he finished, his drowsy eyes suddenly lit up.

He had spotted the washing machine. Perched on the edge of its drum were several old garments.

Our washing machine sat right beside the toilet, making it easy for Jihoon to see.

They were all Yumi’s old clothes.

But beneath the pile of old clothes lay a set of her used underwear… the ones Yumi had changed out of while showering.

Yumi always waited until she had enough clothes to fill the washing machine before running it, so she usually placed her laundry inside or draped it over the machine.

In the past, she used to drape her bras and panties like this over the washing machine too.

But in those days, Jihoon could feast his eyes on Yumi’s body, even stealing touches and kisses at night, until he finally fucked her.

Back then, Yumi’s nightgown was nothing special… it barely caught Jihoon’s interest.

He’d glance at it without much enthusiasm, since he slept beside her every night. He could see and touch her real skin and intimate garments anytime he wanted.

But now everything was different. Yumi was constantly on guard against him.

Not only did she dress conservatively, but she even locked her door at night.

It felt like “decades of hard work, all for nothing… back to square one.”

Jihoon couldn’t get a single advantage now.

A week had passed since their last passionate encounter. The sac beneath Jihoon’s penis bulged, filled with a week’s worth of accumulated semen, yet he had nowhere to release it.

Now, Yumi’s intimate garments piqued his interest—a necessity born of circumstance.

Jihoon secretly picked up Yumi’s bra and panties.

He held the bra close to his nose, inhaling deeply. It still carried the scent of her breasts—a fragrance he knew intimately.

Many nights before, he’d been able to smell this scent up close, even tasting its source with his tongue.

But now, he could only “look at plums to quench his thirst.”

After inhaling for a while, Jihoon picked up Yumi’s panties.

In the crotch area, faint traces of liquid were visible—vaginal secretions, faint and sparse, yet carrying a potent scent of female hormones.

As he inhaled the scent of Yumi’s panties, the penis between his legs began to slowly stiffen.

These two familiar scents were the most potent stimulants to his sexual desire, the familiar aroma inevitably bringing back vivid memories of that night.

Sitting at the computer, I watched the massive penis straining against Jihoon’s crotch.

The starkly defined shaft, slightly curved upward, measured over 25 centimeters in length… as thick as a woman’s arm.

This ugly, monstrous phallus had stolen my beloved wife Yumi’s virginity.

It was just an ordinary human organ, composed of spongy tissue. Its composition was simple.

Logically speaking, whether Yumi had been penetrated by it or not, her body hadn’t changed physically.

What changed was her purity, its meaning, and that sense of “exclusivity.”

Yet seeing that still-developing but massive cock filled me with complicated emotions.

Seeing it brought back vivid memories of that night…my beloved wife Yumi losing her innocence to it, conquered by it throughout the first half of the night.

It relentlessly thrust in and out of my wife’s tight pussy, its constant friction sending wave after wave of orgasms and pleasure through her, leaving her writhing in ecstasy beneath her own son.

Finally, it was through this very member that a vast quantity of life’s seed was deposited deep into Yumi’s womb.

And it was this member, due to its length, that penetrated the deepest recesses of Yumi’s vagina… recesses I had never possessed…

At this moment, that penis was already coated with Yumi’s vaginal secretions.

Jihoon wrapped the crotch fabric of her panties around his glans.

Compared to Jihoon’s massive shaft, Yumi’s delicate panties looked so tiny, yet they offered him some comfort and pleasure.

One hand clutched Yumi’s bra, pressed to his nose as he inhaled its scent repeatedly.

The other hand stroked his penis relentlessly with her panties.

Eyes closed, his mind undoubtedly conjured Yumi’s body, reliving that night’s memories.

This method of self-pleasure undoubtedly amplified his pleasure.

“Huff… huff… huff…”

Jihoon panted heavily, eyes shut in blissful surrender.

The bathroom echoed with his rough breaths and the rhythmic sound of his hand pumping his cock.

**

Meanwhile, Yumi, who had been sleeping in the bedroom, woke up.

She hadn’t been sleeping deeply anyway.

Groggily, she got out of bed.

This state of insomnia and half-asleep exhaustion left her weary.

She stumbled out of bed, opened the bedroom door, and headed toward the bathroom.

Jihoon, lost in his pleasure inside the bathroom, didn’t hear the door open.

The bathroom was filled only with his breathing and faint moans.

Perhaps Jihoon had forgotten that when he entered the bathroom, he hadn’t intended to masturbate.

Consequently, he hadn’t even locked the bathroom door, nor had he closed it properly.

A small crack remained open—a habit formed from his previous bathroom visits.

Midnight trips to urinate took less than a minute, so he’d never bothered to lock the door or even close it properly.

But now, captivated by Yumi’s underwear, he’d forgotten everything.

Yumi stumbled to the bathroom door, her dazed eyes catching the glow of the bathroom light.

It was clear someone was inside—no guessing needed.

Yumi’s dazed eyes suddenly sharpened. A flicker of panic crossed her gaze.

Just as she turned to leave, waves of unusual breathing sounds and moans drifted into her ears.

The sounds were unmistakably those of lovemaking.

But this house only housed her and Jihoon. Could Jihoon have brought someone home in the middle of the night?

A flicker of suspicion and anger crossed Yumi’s eyes.

She noticed a crack in the door and slowly approached it.

Then, she bent down and peeked through the gap…

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