Secret Temptation
The thought that his wife might have actually had sex with the boss flashes through Kim Su-heon’s mind.
“Ah, I’m gonna cum, inside your womb, Yoo-ri… ugh.”
“Haang, give it to me, aang, boss, haang.”
“Yoo-ri, I’m gonna fill your womb completely. I’m gonna knock you up.”
“Haang, aang, get me pregnant, haang, aang, boss, Hyun-soo.”
Kim Su-heon feels as if he has been struck on the back of the head. Hearing his wife Oh Yoo-ri moan another man’s name while her hips shake in ecstasy freezes him solid. Yet his cock pays no attention, pumping thick ropes of semen deep into her belly with powerful thrusts.
“Haang, aang, boss, boss, Hyun-soo, no, no, ah, ah, aaaah!”
When his seed slams against her womb, Oh Yoo-ri buries her face in the sheets and convulses. Her plump ass keeps squeezing and milking every drop from him.
“Haa, haa, haa, haa.”
“Huk, huk, huk, huk.”
The pleasure is unlike anything Kim Su-heon has ever felt. Stunned, he grips his wife’s trembling hips and pants heavily.
‘Yoo-ri… with that boss?’
Without realizing it, he has already convinced himself that the two of them have been intimate. Jealousy and a strange, terrifying excitement surge through him at the same time. He pours even more semen into her before collapsing onto her back.
Oh Yoo-ri surrenders completely to the overwhelming pleasure, enjoying the first truly intense sex she has had in a long time. Yet as the ecstasy fades, guilt begins to creep in. The words she just blurted out in the heat of the moment now make her feel deeply flustered. She stays face-down on the bed, unable to move, while her husband’s heavy breathing warms her back.
When Kim Su-heon’s hand gently cups her cheek, she turns and immediately sucks on his tongue. He kisses her back passionately, trying to push away the disturbing thoughts.
‘No way. My wife wouldn’t…’
After the long kiss, he lies down beside her. Oh Yoo-ri rests her cheek on his chest and playfully flicks his nipple with her finger.
“Honey.”
“Yeah?”
“……”
“……”
Kim Su-heon notices she seems to have something to say, but he doesn’t press her. Part of him fears what he might hear, even while another part wants to know.
“What is it? You look like you want to say something.”
Oh Yoo-ri stares at him for a long moment before finally speaking.
“No, it’s just… it felt so good, darling.”
“Why is that so hard to say? Heh.”
“My husband is the best. The absolute best.”
“Good. My wife is the best too.”
Oh Yoo-ri smiles brightly, then slides her head down between his legs. She still regrets not telling him about her relationship with the boss. For a brief second, tears well up in her eyes, but Kim Su-heon doesn’t notice. Her tongue gently licks his cock, which slowly begins to harden again.
“Honey, I want to do it again.”
“Oh no, my wife is in trouble now, heh.”
They look at each other and join their bodies once more. Without another word, they focus only on the act itself. Oh Yoo-ri finally feels her husband properly and rocks her hips.
“Aheung, ahang, honey, darling, aang, haeung.”
“Your pussy is so tight… ugh.”
“Haang, aang, don’t say things like that, haang, aheung, I’m going crazy, aeung.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to keep going, you naughty wife.”
“Aheung, darling, aeung, haang.”
For several days the couple’s passionate sex continues. They put their daughter to bed early and spend every night making the house burn with heat. They no longer ask each other questions and simply lose themselves in the act, like newlyweds again.
“Honey, should I just live here?”
“Wouldn’t that be inconvenient?”
After another intense session right after work, Kim Su-heon gently kneads Oh Yoo-ri’s full breasts while they talk softly.
“I guess so.”
“And there’s Hana’s daycare too.”
“Right. I should just stay in Korea then.”
“I want to be with you and Hana, but it’s not that simple.”
“Hmm, then you should come back to Korea.”
“There aren’t many good positions right now.”
“I suppose not.”
“I’m still looking. Even if the pay is a bit lower, I want something with better hours here in Korea.”
“Really? That’s great.”
“I’m checking every day.”
“Good. Come back soon. I get lonely.”
Oh Yoo-ri burrows into his arms. Kim Su-heon holds her and strokes her hair. In this moment they feel perfectly happy, all the complicated problems seemingly gone. Yet the looming crises that will return once she comes back to Korea still hover around them, waiting.
“Her phone is turned off.”
Kang Hyun-soo stares at his phone and presses the end button with a long sigh. He misses Oh Yoo-ri terribly. Hearing the same message for days on end makes his chest feel tight. Whenever he remembers the warmth of her body, his cock hardens shamelessly.
‘Why am I so hung up on that married woman?’
Even when he goes to high-end bars with friends and takes pretty young women to second rounds, he feels nothing. Only when he imagines Oh Yoo-ri beneath him can he finally finish. As time passes, his obsession with her grows stronger.
‘I’m going to have her. That woman. I’m definitely going to make Oh Yoo-ri mine.’
He checks her address on the résumé once more and leaves the office.
“Boss, wait.”
Do Mei calls out to him.
“What?”
“The meeting today…”
“Ah, push it to tomorrow.”
“But…”
“I’m heading out first.”
He rushes out of the company like an arrow. Do Mei tilts her head, puzzled by the boss’s hurried appearance. She is certain something is going on between him and Oh Yoo-ri. Folding her arms, she watches the door he just left through.
Just then, a message arrives on her phone.
[Slut, how about tonight?]
[Tonight? Where?]
[Same place as usual.]
[Got it. I’ll be there by seven.]
[I’ll be waiting.]
A smile spreads across Do Mei’s face as she sends the reply.
‘Heh, he’s completely hooked. He’s not really my type, but it can’t be helped while Su-heon oppa is away.’
She thinks of Kim Su-heon and Oh Yoo-ri probably tangled together right now. With a bitter feeling, she turns away.
‘Oppa, I miss you, Su-heon oppa, hng.’
Do Mei has been genuinely attached to him for some time.
“Hello? Hello?”
“……”
“What? If you called, say something.”
[Beep, beep, beep]
“What the hell? No number?”
Do Mei stares at Kang Du-hwan’s phone. He walks out of the bathroom after his shower, towel around his waist.
“Du-hwan.”
“Yeah?”
“Who is this? Another woman?”
“What?”
Kang Du-hwan takes the phone with a flustered expression. The caller ID is hidden. It must be that man.
“I don’t know. Probably some ad.”
“An ad that stays completely silent when I answer?”
Do Mei’s sharp gaze makes him squirm. She corners him further.
“Ah, fuck, what? That sounded like my wife’s voice. Did I imagine it?”
Kang Jae-geun stubs out his cigarette, trying to calm his sudden panic. He had definitely called Kang Du-hwan’s number. The woman’s voice on the other end… it could have been anyone, but why did it have to sound exactly like his ex-wife, Do Mei?
Confused, he calls again. Do Mei’s sharp voice comes through once more.
“Hey, what kind of bitch keeps calling? Huh?”
It is definitely her. Kang Jae-geun hangs up and lights another cigarette.
‘What the hell is going on? Why is that woman answering?’
His mind spins.
“Is that true?”
“Yeah, I’m telling you.”
“So that call earlier was from the blackmailer?”
“Yeah.”
“And he made you rape Yoo-ri unni?”
“……”
“Are you messing with me right now?”
“It’s true, I swear.”
“You really wanted to fuck Yoo-ri unni that badly? My pride is a little hurt.”
“Hey, it’s really true.”
“Then report him. What’s his name?”
“I don’t know.”
“You met him but don’t know his name? If you’re lying to me, you’re dead.”
“He never told me his name. How am I supposed to know?”
“Fine. Then describe him.”
“Big, muscular, looks like a gangster. Of course, if it came to a real fight he wouldn’t stand a chance against me, but shit…”
“Hmm. You’re sure?”
“Have I ever lied to you? I’m the one who’s screwed right now.”
“Then show me the video he sent.”
“I deleted it.”
“Kang Du-hwan, do I look like an idiot to you? Huh?”
Kang Du-hwan easily lifts the charging Do Mei into his arms.
“Let’s stop talking about that and just fuck.”
“Do you really feel like it right now?”
“Don’t you? Look, my cock’s already going crazy trying to get inside you.”
He rubs his hardened length against her ass. Do Mei stares at him for a moment, then laughs helplessly.
“Fine. We’ll talk about it later.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Do Mei’s clothes come off one by one until her smooth, toned body is sprawled across the bed. The muscular man slowly covers her like a beast.