Secret Temptation
“Yes, I brought it for you, Yoo-ri. It’s really hard to get.”
“Oh my, really? You’re giving it to me? Hohoho.”
“Of course.”
“Thank you, Doohwan. But isn’t this expensive?”
“Well, not that expensive, really.”
“Oh my, what do I do? I’ll use it well, Doohwan.”
“Hahaha, I’m glad you’re happy.”
Oh Yoo-ri studied the label on the bottle with a serious expression. “Doohwan, do I just apply this directly to my body?”
“Yes, well… hmm.” Doohwan answered leisurely, pleased that Yoo-ri had finally taken the bait. “It’s a little hard to explain, Yoo-ri.”
“Yes?”
“You have a yoga mat, right?”
“Yes.”
“Bring it over. I’ll show you.”
Fear and anticipation warred inside Yoo-ri as she realized this man was trying to get his hands on her again. Yet when she saw his serious face, she found herself fetching the yoga mat and lying face-down on it without a word.
‘Oh, look at this bitch. She’s just lying there asking to be devoured. Kekeke.’
Following Doohwan’s instructions, Yoo-ri lay on the mat, feeling strangely unfamiliar with herself. A man who wasn’t her husband was about to touch her body in her own home, and she was obeying far too easily. ‘It’s just a massage. He’s only teaching me how to use the oil.’ She tried to convince herself it was nothing, yet she couldn’t help anticipating the stranger’s touch. The thought that Doohwan might sense her secret excitement made her anxious.
“Alright, let’s begin. Pay close attention.”
“Yes.”
Yoo-ri’s voice trembled even before Doohwan’s hands touched her. His fingers began gently massaging her calves. Whether from the oil or the atmosphere, a strangely pleasant sensation spread through her as the fragrant scent filled the living room.
“Oh my, it smells wonderful.”
“Right? You don’t need much. Just take a little and massage slowly for a long time.”
“Yes.”
“How does it feel? A bit more relaxed?”
“Yes, it really does feel comfortable. And the scent is nice too.”
“Unlike the sports massage we did before, you do it like this—relaxing your strength and moving gently.”
“Yes.”
Doohwan’s hands slid up from her calves to knead her thighs. Thanks to the previous massage, Yoo-ri accepted his touch more readily this time. His two hands worked rhythmically over her long, outstretched legs.
“Yoo-ri.”
“Yes.”
“Do you happen to have a swimsuit or tank top?”
“Why?”
“Ah, I’m worried the oil might get on your clothes.”
“It’s fine. Now that I know the method, today is—”
Yoo-ri sat up and straightened her clothes. “I can do my legs and arms, and the front, but I can’t reach my back. The most important part is the waist, and your back and waist have been stiff lately, right?”
“Yes, they have, but…”
“I’ll only do the places you can’t reach yourself.”
Yoo-ri knew exactly what this man wanted—to touch her. And she wanted to feel his gentle hands on her. Still, she couldn’t just stand up and change into something like that.
“It’s alright. If we cover you with a shower towel, there’s no need to be embarrassed. I’m a masseur, after all.”
At Doohwan’s words, Yoo-ri slowly rose and brought a large towel from the bathroom. “I don’t have a swimsuit or tank top at home. They’re both at the club.”
She draped the towel over her knees and looked at him. ‘Then just take it off, you fucking bitch.’ Doohwan barely swallowed the words that almost slipped out.
“Ah, yes… what should we do, then?”
“……”
Neither spoke. Unable to bear the silence, Doohwan spoke first. “Then I’ll turn around. Take off your clothes and cover yourself with the towel.”
“Still…”
Yoo-ri was confused. She knew it was wrong, yet she wanted to do it. Wanting it, she scolded herself for it. Doohwan turned his back. “Hurry, Yoo-ri.”
Though his urging felt burdensome, she was grateful. ‘It’s just a massage. No need to overreact.’ Yoo-ri slowly removed her outer clothes. Her voluptuous body was gradually reflected in the glass door leading to the veranda. Doohwan swallowed hard, focusing entirely on the rustling sound of fabric. In the reflection, Yoo-ri unhooked her bra, but after a moment’s hesitation, she lowered her hands, covered herself with the towel, and lay down again. Doohwan couldn’t hide his disappointment.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
Her trembling voice made Doohwan’s own voice shake in reply. Even a man who had violated and devoured countless married women felt tense in this moment. The towel that had covered her ankles was folded up to her waist. Doohwan’s massage resumed, and both held their breath in silence. His hands began touching her plump buttocks as before. His fingers slipped deeper beneath her panties, gently kneading the divided flesh. Thanks to the oil, her panties grew wetter, gradually revealing what lay beneath. Yoo-ri thought it was fortunate the oil was making them damp; otherwise, the arousal fluid gushing from her against her will would have been obvious. She bit her thumb and desperately endured his touch.
“Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo.”
Doohwan’s breathing grew rougher against her back, whether from the massage or excitement. His hands left her buttocks, and the towel covering her back slipped away. The towel no longer served any purpose between them.
“Alright, now for the waist massage.”
“Yes.”
Yoo-ri answered in a trembling voice to match Doohwan’s slightly cracking tone. His hands moved upward along the deep groove of her spine, then swept down over both sides of her waist, repeating the motion. Yoo-ri now covered her mouth with her own hand to stifle the moans threatening to escape. Suddenly her chest felt lighter—Doohwan’s skillful fingers had unhooked her bra. It happened so quickly she couldn’t react and remained lying there. His hands rose to her shoulders and neck, then traced large circles across her back. Without her noticing, Doohwan had straddled her thighs, pressing his erect cock between her buttocks. The woman he had so desperately wanted was now naked beneath him, panting. Breathing heavily, he touched her more boldly. Her dizzyingly hot, voluptuous married body. His hands slid down her back, occasionally brushing the sides of her breasts. Suppressed moans escaped through Yoo-ri’s nose in small bursts.
‘Ah, fuck, I’m going crazy. Seriously, what an incredible body. This bitch.’
Unlike the other married women who would turn around and greedily suck his cock by now, Yoo-ri’s lack of reaction made Doohwan increasingly impatient. ‘Fine, let’s see who wins, you fucking bitch.’
His hands grew more blatant, groping the breast flesh spilling from the sides. The electrifying touch made Yoo-ri want to throw herself into his arms and take his cock right then, while fresh arousal fluid kept pouring from her pussy. “Relax your body, Yoo-ri.”
“……”
The strength suddenly drained from her rigidly tense body. Doohwan’s hands shot forward and cupped both of her breasts. “Hhhp.” A sharp sound escaped between her fingers. Smiling at her ragged breathing, Doohwan held her oiled breasts in his palms. ‘Fucking bitch, you feel it now, don’t you? You’re dying for it, right? Turn over and beg me to fuck you, you damn slut.’
He kneaded the heavy, married breasts slowly, without haste. ‘Whoa, fuck, these are premium-grade tits. How can they be this soft, you fucking bitch?’
Rolling her nipples between his index and middle fingers, he watched as Yoo-ri slightly lifted her upper body to help him. ‘Ah, I want to be held. I want Doohwan’s cock pounding into me. Ah, no, no.’ Even while allowing his touch this far, she was drowning in confusion. ‘Ah, Doohwan is squeezing my breasts. Ah, I’m going crazy. Doohwan’s cock, ah…’
Doohwan was the one growing desperate. His breathing and hands became rougher. Lowering his body, he licked her earlobe. Grabbing her arms, he pulled them behind her back and resumed kneading her breasts. With her arms pinned and her earlobe being sucked, Yoo-ri bit her lower lip to hold back her moans. Behind her, she felt the rock-hard weight of his cock against her bound hands. She reached back and grasped it with both hands.
“Yoo-ri.”
Doohwan whispered hotly into her ear, his breath ragged. One hand left her breast to yank his training pants down to his hips.