Absolute Threshold — Chapter 164. Refuse

Translator: Atlas

Weekly Chapter 3/3

She struggled to make sense of her own emotions. Each time she tried to rationalize her feelings, she became entangled in a web of conflicting thoughts. Normally, she would seek stability, but she felt an undeniable pull toward him.

Why did she love this man as deeply as she did? She was convinced she must be out of her mind. Otherwise, how could she love someone so far from what society deemed acceptable? He wasn’t the kind of person she would have chosen in the past, nor was he someone the world approved of.

Perhaps it was because he made her feel alive in a world filled with chaos. Or maybe it was something more profound, something she couldn’t quite grasp. She couldn’t break free from him. He was her anchor in the storm, even if that anchor was pulling her into perilous depths.

The scent of fresh blood filled the air, a smell she knew all too well. It was a grim reminder of the violence that always seemed to follow him.

The man she loved had just stabbed someone in the neck without hesitation, showing no remorse. To him, it was as if the man had been nothing more than an obstacle to eliminate.

His hand, still stained from the act, reached up to her face, wiping away tears she hadn’t even realized were falling.

“…Ah.”

He had pen#tr@ted her deeply.

But Yoongyo gently pulled his hips back. Anxiety washed ov#r her as his gl#ns, which had been pressing hard against her c#rv!x, slid out. The mix of ple@sure and pain left her feeling more alive than ever.

“You reached the de#pest part of me,” she whispered.

“Do you want me to h!t your ut#r#s with my m@nh#od?” he asked.

And that’s exactly what he did. He thr#st repeatedly, striking her c#rv!x. It felt as though he was preparing her body, making way for the baby’s head to emerge more easily.

“You said you didn’t like it, but you couldn’t hold back the urge to p3e,” he reminded her.

The weight of her baby pressed down while her husband’s m@nh#od pushed up, causing her to ur!n@te. The embarrassment was as fresh as the first time it had happened.

“Your mother wants your daddy to sp@nk her b#tt0m,” he teased.

“Don’t say that to the baby,” she pleaded.

But Yoongyo remained unfazed.

“What should you do, Jumi?” he asked.

She knew the answer he wanted. He had asked her this many times before. Suppressing her fear, she replied in a voice laced with seduction, “Do you want me to op3n it with my hands?”

“Yes. This way, the baby will be born properly,” he responded.

Jumi suspected he asked this to embarrass her, even though his real intention was for her to spread her b#tt04cks wider, allowing him to pen#tr@te deeper.

As he moved his hips again, she complied, spre#ding herself wide enough to expose her @n#s. She mo@ned in satisf#ction as he continued to thr#st.

He focused on the sensitive area around her c#rv#x, stimulating it intensely.

The third baby in her w#mb would one day learn about the turbulent life his mother had led. She hoped the child wouldn’t find the chaos his father brought into their home too distressing—a chaos that seemed endless.

She feared it might affect the baby, though deep down, she knew her worries were futile. What was the point of anxiety if Yoongyo’s actions remained unchanged? No matter how much she tried to rationalize the situation, she knew she had no control over him.

“Ah!”

Her body responded instinctively to his movements.

“I’ll whip you harder!” he declared.

Though she knew the sensations would be overwhelming, she also knew she couldn’t refuse.