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Chapter 66: The Primitive Man 

The man sucked on my wife’s breast, and my wife stroked his head-something she used to do with me after sex. The man lifted his face from her chest and met her eyes. His hips were still moving at the same pace, and my wife’s mouth was half open, gasping for breath. The man’s head slowly moved toward her face, and my wife seemed to sense his intention. His mouth opened, his tongue extending to his teeth, and then his lips met hers. Their mouths twitched as their tongues busily moved inside each other’s mouths. My wife, short of breath, exhaled heavily through her nose. 

I felt a sense of despair. It felt like another wall inside my wife had crumbled. She had crossed the line with this powerful, animal-like man from the tribe. Here I was, a pathetic fool, secretly watching as this wild man’s rough penis moved in and out of my wife, conquering her body. My own penis was so aroused that I felt I might ejaculate at any moment. 

The man’s stamina was truly incredible. He kept thrusting at the same speed for nearly ten minutes, and in the end, my wife clung tightly to him as she orgasmed. But the man didn’t stop or wait for her at all. My wife’s appearance in that moment was unfamiliar to me. Maybe she really had never experienced orgasm while living with me. 

When their lips parted, my wife looked as if she might pass out from exhaustion. Even her hands, which had been gripping him tightly, seemed to lose strength. Watching her, the man suddenly sat up. He grabbed her hips and, as if playing with a doll, easily flipped her over. My wife, limp, just let herself be moved. He grabbed her hips and pushed his penis back into her vagina. The man started thrusting again, and my wife, her face pressed to the floor and her buttocks raised, was helplessly rocked by his movements. 

Unlike her earlier, almost seductive attitude, my wife now seemed completely spent, and the only sound in the hut was the wet slap of their bodies. Soon, her buttocks convulsed again and her thighs began to tremble. The man paid no attention to her reaction and instead thrust even harder and faster. 

After her convulsions ended, my wife seemed unable to support herself even on her knees. The man grabbed her hips and suddenly stood up. My wife cried out in surprise, and he began thrusting again in that position. Her legs were completely off the ground, flailing in the air, with only her arms barely touching the floor above her head. 

To the man, my wife was no longer a person, but just a love doll or masturbation toy to satisfy his lust. Even as her legs lost strength and drooped, the man’s movements didn’t change. His strength was truly remarkable. 

As he held her lower body and thrust, the man began to make strange noises. 

“Uuuuh…” 

He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. Then he increased his pace, apparently about to climax. He pulled her hips forcefully against him and stopped moving. 

“Ugh…” 

With a low moan, the man’s movements ceased. He seemed to be ejaculating. My wife just hung limp. The man closed his eyes and panted. It felt like a long time to me. I remembered he’d said he hadn’t ejaculated in a long time. His climax seemed to last forever. 

He opened his eyes, gently lowered my wife’s hips to the ground, and slowly pulled his penis out of her vagina. Its size and erection hadn’t diminished at all. It slid out of her like a stake being pulled from the ground. When he let go of her hips, her buttocks slumped to the side. From where I was, I could see her buttocks, glistening with sweat and fluids, and her gaping vagina, which didn’t close easily. After a moment, a thick, yellowish fluid started oozing out, running down her buttocks to the floor. 

It wasn’t just a little, but a steady stream, showing just how much the man had ejaculated. My wife lay on the floor, her belly heaving as she caught her breath. The man sat beside her, his body also glistening with sweat, his penis still erect and shiny with fluids, a little semen still dripping from the tip. 

My wife, who had been lying as if dead, crawled over to the man’s legs. Seeing the semen at the tip of his penis, she struggled to sit up and began to lick it off. The man stroked her hair. She licked his penis thoroughly with her tongue and lips, then took the still-dripping tip into her mouth. After a moment, she pulled away, her mouth moving as if tasting something. Then I saw her throat move as she swallowed-she seemed to have drunk his semen. 

The man, watching her with a blank face, slipped his hand under her armpit and lifted her onto his thigh. He held her like a baby and kissed her. One hand began kneading her breast again. After the kiss, he gently laid her on the floor and lay down beside her. My wife lay on her back, the man on his side, propped on his arm, looking at her. They gazed at each other for a long time without saying a word. 

After a while, my wife’s right hand touched the man’s bearded cheek, stroking it gently. The man also put his hand on her breast, fondling both sides in turn. Even lying down, her breasts didn’t sag much and were still prominent. My wife showed no sign of discomfort at his touch. 

The drumming was no longer audible, only the cries of animals in the night. The hot afternoon had given way to a slightly cool breeze, but the heat lingered. It seemed like they might speak, but they just kept looking at each other in silence. 

My wife’s heaving belly gradually calmed, and the man’s rough, low breathing faded. But both their bodies still glistened with sweat. I felt my legs go weak. My wife had crossed the point of no return. 

When I married her, I’d never imagined she would cheat. I’d only ever been a little worried about her vulnerability. But I never thought she’d destroy our family with an affair. She was a very smart woman, strict about what needed to be kept. But since coming here, she had changed in strange ways. It started with Ho-cheol, and now she had slept with a tribal man. To me, he didn’t even seem like the same species-a primitive man whose semen now filled her body. 

I felt our noble marriage was over. The vows of fidelity we made at our wedding now seemed meaningless; she had gone beyond an affair with another man to sleeping with a man of another race. I realized our marriage could not continue. 

Once again, my future came to mind. The reason I hadn’t stopped her more forcefully resurfaced. I’d had countless chances, but cowardly turned a blind eye for my own success. Even now, it was the same. 

With a rotting heart, I kept watching them. The man’s hand, which had been fondling her breast, slowly moved down to her belly, then to her pubic hair, which he began to stroke. My wife kept smiling, gently caressing his cheek.