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Chapter 64: Instinct 

After both of their cups were emptied and their breathing returned to normal, my wife lay down on the floor again in the same position as before. 

“Dancing made me so tired.” 

The man glanced at my wife and smiled, but didn’t say anything. While lying there, my wife spoke to him. 

“It really felt like flying. It was so much fun. No one has ever thrown me around so lightly since I became an adult.” 

Of course not. She’s heavy, so why would anyone waste energy doing that? I couldn’t understand it. The man just kept smiling. Then, suddenly, he turned to my wife and said, 

“Shouldn’t you go back? I think I need to stay here a bit longer.” 

My wife, resting her head on the floor, replied, 

“I’m too tired to move.” 

Seeing her act spoiled, the man lay down on the floor as well. 

“Then let’s rest a bit before going. If you’re scared, I’ll walk you back.” 

He put both arms behind his head and closed his eyes. My wife looked at his face. He seemed to be sleeping, but he definitely wasn’t. I could see his penis straining up under his loincloth. 

Thinking back, I realized why the villagers drank and danced. Drinking that alcohol helped the aphrodisiac in it spread throughout the body. After drinking and dancing, those two must have had the aphrodisiac circulating everywhere. Of course, the effect probably differs for each person. For me, when I inhaled the smoke, I got headaches and nausea before any hallucinations. But for my wife, the alcohol seemed to work very well. The man, too, was clearly aroused, even if he didn’t show it. 

There was a lot in my wife’s gaze as she looked at the man. She was feeling the heat of sexual desire, and right in front of her was a healthy, powerful, animalistic male body. She hadn’t had sex for several weeks, so that desire must have been there. But this was clearly different from when she had sex with Ho-cheol. This man was from a completely different world-a different race, a different appearance. From the perspective of us “civilized” people, he looked more like a primitive human or even an ape. Especially since Korea is not a multicultural country, there’s a natural sense of distance and foreignness toward other ethnicities. But as she lived with these people, those taboos and feelings of strangeness seemed to be wearing away. And as she always talked about being one with nature… living that way, she seemed to be letting go of rational judgment and being swept up by primal, impulsive emotions. 

If my wife was hesitating now, maybe it was the last bit of reason left before crossing a line. Of course, from my perspective, I could have burst in right now, broken up this erotic tension, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her out. Maybe that would have been the “right” thing to do. But if I did, our relationship would fall into the abyss, and our marriage would probably be finished. Knowing my wife’s proud personality, she wouldn’t be able to tolerate such a situation. That would be the end of our marriage. 

No man could continue a marriage after watching his wife cheat right in front of him. But… there was something holding me back. If I did that, neither my wife nor my father-in-law would give me what was promised. My professorship… my lifelong dream, which had been within my grasp, would vanish like smoke. That outcome was certain. Honestly, when I decided to marry my wife, it would be a lie to say I didn’t think about her background. I had ability, but I knew better than anyone that my foundation wasn’t strong. Up until now, my wife had filled in those gaps for me. Losing that support would mean losing everything. 

I remembered the tough early days of graduate school. It was miserable and dark. The despair I felt when I learned about the irrational corruption, cartels, and connections that crushed the hopes of those who worked hard was immense. She was like a goddess who brought light to my life, and thanks to her, my life truly began to change. 

I thought about what Soo-hyuk, who lives a life similar to a “wild man,” had said. But if I became a wild man, I’d just be another outsider, while Soo-hyuk was still respected in academia. Even among outsiders, there are ranks, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of crisis. 

As I wrestled with all these thoughts, hesitations, and despair, my wife’s body began to move. There was still hesitation and conflict in her movements, but her actions were close to instinct. She slowly moved toward the man. He didn’t move, as if he were asleep. The muscles in his arm, which he used as a pillow, bulged and were deeply cut. My wife was drawn to those muscles, just as I expected. She was being pulled in by the animalistic allure of wild life. 

She moved closer, lay beside him, and reached out to touch his arm. Her hand touched his biceps and triceps. He didn’t move. She traced the lines of his muscles with her fingers. The black-skinned man had a chest full of hair, and plenty under his arms as well. Her hand, feeling his muscles, moved to his chest. 

Even with her hand raised, his chest bulged high. She traced her hand along his chest muscles. Then, with a breathy voice, she said, 

“I thought it would be soft, but it’s really hard.” 

After saying that, she swallowed. She stroked his curly-haired chest with her fingertips, then started rubbing it with her palm. 

“Haah… Are you asleep?” 

The man, eyes still closed, shook his head slightly. He seemed to be feeling the atmosphere. Encouraged by his response, her hand moved to his solar plexus. 

“Bu-chi is a very strong man. He’s powerful and cool. Lots of the village women like him.” 

Her hand never stopped caressing his body. She wasn’t trying to arouse him-she was appreciating his sculpted, well-balanced physique with her hands. Her hand moved back and forth between his abs and chest. But the man didn’t move at all. I thought he had incredible self-control. 

My wife looked at his face. He still didn’t move, eyes closed. Now, she was breathing so heavily she couldn’t keep her mouth closed. Her inner conflict seemed to be reaching its peak. But it didn’t last long. Her gaze returned to his body, and lying on her side, she rolled onto her stomach. Her plump buttocks were visible. It seemed to me that her hips had grown even bigger. 

Her hand, which had been on his chest and belly, left his body and moved to the knot of his loincloth. Her fingertips trembled slightly as she undid the knot. Lying on her stomach, she took a deep breath and grabbed one side of his loincloth. 

Her hand moved slowly, and as the knot came undone, the loincloth slipped to the side of his body. Where the cloth had been, the man’s massive, fully erect penis was revealed. The hair that started at his chest ran down his belly and connected to his pubic hair. But all the hair was so curly that it didn’t cover his huge penis at all. Compared to his body, it looked only average in size, but because he was so big, it was absolutely enormous. 

My wife’s hand stopped moving, and her gaze fixed on his penis. The length, thickness, and shape were all overwhelming. Personally, looking at this black, hairy man, it was hard to even think of him as the same species. Seeing that enormous penis, I didn’t feel aroused at all-it was like looking at an animal. I wondered what my wife was thinking as she looked at it.