Secret Temptation
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"So go live well on the farm or wherever. Just don't worry about me."
"Do you even realize what you're doing right now?"
"What am I doing? A guy wants to fuck a woman who turns him on. What's wrong with that?"
"This is a crime. A goddamn crime."
"Bullshit. Yuri's into it too. You think she'd come all the way here if she wasn't?"
"Hah."
"You should mind your own business and get the hell out. I'm only saying this because you're my only friend. If it were anyone else, they'd already be dead."
"Yeah, thanks for that."
"Then go. You've already ruined my mood for the day."
"Just leave Yuri alone from now on. Stop harassing her."
"That's none of your concern."
"..........."
"If she's enjoying it too, then it's over, right? Isn't that how it works?"
"Fine. Have it your way."
Dae-woo pulled out his phone and made a call. Jae-geun's eyes darted around nervously.
"Yes, come on in."
"What the hell, Dae-woo, you bastard."
"It's someone you know. Not the police."
"Don't tell me..."
Dae-woo stood up and walked toward the door. Knock, knock. The door opened and a slender, elegant woman stepped inside.
"Dae-woo, wait outside. I'll meet you at your sister's place later."
"Yes, Mei."
Dae-woo closed the door and headed toward the car where Yuri was waiting.
"What happened? Tell me!"
"What do you mean? Everything's fine now."
"Jae-geun just backed off like that?"
Yuri, still teary-eyed, sat beside Dae-woo on the sofa and shook his knee insistently. Dae-woo looked at her and smiled.
"Yes. So hurry up and change your clothes before I end up causing an accident myself."
Yuri glanced down at herself. The top button of her blouse had vanished, leaving it wide open and exposing half of her large breasts. Her skirt was hiked up, revealing her black pubic hair right in front of Dae-woo.
"Oh my god!"
Yuri sprang up like a coiled spring and dashed into the bedroom. Dae-woo watched her go, pressing down on his now-rigid cock that he'd been struggling to control.
Yuri emerged wearing comfortable training clothes. She'd showered, her wet hair framing a face with clear, makeup-free skin that glowed softly.
"I wasn't thinking straight earlier."
"It's fine. You were just shocked, that's all."
Yuri went into the kitchen and brought out some fruit.
"What exactly happened, Dae-woo?"
"Mei will be here soon. Ask her yourself."
"Mei?"
"Yes. I had no other options, so I asked her for help."
"When?"
"Last night. I barely managed to find her number and call her. Turns out she used to live in our building. Hahaha."
"Ah."
"With Mei stepping in, everything should be resolved."
"But even if it's Mei, she's still just a delicate woman. What if Jae-geun tries something?"
"Don't worry. As far as I know, Jae-geun can't do a thing against Mei."
"What?"
"Haha. Mei's a lot scarier than you think, Yuri. Hahaha."
Yuri stared at Dae-woo's hearty laughter, completely lost. All she could do was wait for Mei to return.
Late that evening, Mei arrived at Yuri's house. As Yuri listened to her story, her face lit up with relief. She was stunned to learn that Mei wasn't from an ordinary family, just as Dae-woo had said. The three of them sat together, drinking cold beer with fruit as a snack.
"Sis, don't look at me like that. This is exactly why I never said anything. Ugh."
"Still, I never imagined your father was such a famous man."
"Famous? He shows up in the papers all the time. Even on the front page. Hoho."
"When did you find out, Dae-woo?"
Yuri rested her hand on Dae-woo's knee beside her and beamed. Seeing her bright face after the darkness of that afternoon lifted Dae-woo's mood as well.
"I heard it by chance a while back while drinking with Jae-geun."
"Ah, I see."
Mei stood up, apparently uncomfortable in her short skirt, and casually slipped it off. Her firm hips and long legs were wrapped in black pantyhose. She sat cross-legged without a care and lifted her beer glass.
"This is okay, right, Dae-woo? It was getting uncomfortable. Hoho."
Yuri and Dae-woo exchanged glances, flustered yet impressed by her bold confidence.
"Anyway, let's drop that topic. Everything's settled now. And..."
Mei looked at Yuri with an apologetic expression.
"You should forget everything too, Sis. All the awful things Jae-geun did to you."
"It's fine. When I think about it, it was mostly my own foolishness."
"Jae-geun isn't a bad person, but he's simple-minded and has a weakness for women."
"I told you, it's okay. It was all my fault for giving him an opening."
Yuri's surprisingly bright expression eased Mei's worries.
"Really? I'm glad you see it that way. Oh, and the boss mentioned you're thinking about coming back to work?"
"I haven't decided yet."
Mei glanced at Dae-woo sitting across from her and whispered to Yuri.
"Let's talk about that later, Sis. Hoho."
"Oh my, Mei, really. I keep telling you nothing happened."
Yuri felt self-conscious knowing Dae-woo was already aware of her relationship with the boss. Dae-woo pretended not to notice and looked away. After several bottles of beer, everyone's mood had lightened.
"Ah, this reminds me of that time we went to the villa. Sitting like this brings it all back."
"You're right. How many years has it been already?"
"I was so young and slim back then."
"You're still plenty young and slim, you know?"
"Thanks, Sis. You're the only one. Hohoho."
While smoking on the veranda and listening to Mei and Yuri's chatter, Dae-woo's mind drifted back to that day at the villa. The fresh air, the quiet forest, and his last trip with his beloved wife Yoo-mi. Where was Yoo-mi now, and what was she doing?
The long plume of cigarette smoke cut through the cooling night air.
The ex-wife Dae-woo still longed for so deeply, Yoo-mi, was now screaming in ecstasy beneath Su-heon's rough thrusts.
"Haang, aang, haaung, Su-heon, ahheung, heung."
"Yoo-mi, your pussy's gripping me so tight... it's going to snap off, hah."
"Haung, ahheung, heung... so hard, Su-heon... aang."
"Ah, Yoo-mi... ugh."
Su-heon paused his thrusting to catch his breath, barely holding back his climax. Yoo-mi shook her hips, urging him on.
"Su-heon, hurry... please?"
Su-heon lifted both of Yoo-mi's long legs onto his shoulders and leaned forward, pressing his upper body against her thighs. Her thighs squeezed her breasts together.
"Ahh, Su-heon... too deep... ahheung, aang."
"Like this, my cockhead reaches your cervix, doesn't it?"
"Ahheung, Su-heon... you're so big... aang, haung."
"Big? Compared to James, this is nothing."
"Ahheung... it feels like my stomach is completely full... Su-heon... aang, haung."
"Didn't James's cock fill you up like this too, Yoo-mi?"
"Aing, not that again... ahheung, aang. Su-heon, don't move... it's too deep."
"Ah, right here? Can you feel it, Yoo-mi? Here."
"Ahheung, something's... there... aang, aang. Don't move... ahh, it's strange."
"Mmm, is this your cervix? It's sucking on my cockhead... ugh."
"Ahheung, Su-heon... strange... aang, aang. Su-heon, Su-heon."
Yoo-mi's hands pushed against Su-heon's chest as she called his name urgently. Intrigued by her reaction, Su-heon moved his hips in small, deliberate motions. Yoo-mi's arms tensed as if she'd been shocked.
"Ahheung, stop... move away, Su-heon... aang, ahheung, Su-heon, hurry."
Ignoring her protests, Su-heon pushed her legs even closer to her upper body.
"Ahheung, aang, Su-heon, Su-heon, Su-heon... ah, ah, aaaah!"
In an instant, Yoo-mi's head snapped back as she let out a desperate scream. A gush of hot liquid erupted from inside her, washing over Su-heon's cock. The sudden heat made him gasp in surprise.
"Ahh, ugh, hahh, huhh."
Yoo-mi's thighs, pressed against Su-heon's chest, convulsed violently. The tremors spread rapidly through her entire body as she thrashed like a fish out of water. Her rough moans cut off abruptly and she stopped breathing. Her eyes lost focus, showing only the whites.
Startled, Su-heon quickly lowered her legs from his shoulders and pulled out.
"Yoo-mi, Yoo-mi!"
"Hahh, huhh."
After a long moment, Yoo-mi let out a ragged breath. Her limp legs and lower belly continued to twitch with small spasms. Su-heon listened to her breathing and let out a sigh of relief.
"Are you okay, Yoo-mi?"
"Hah, hah, heung, hah, hah."
Yoo-mi looked up at him with unfocused eyes.
"You scared me. What was that all of a sudden?"
"Haa, haa... I don't know either... haa... it just felt like my body was floating in the air... haa."
Su-heon smiled and kissed her cheek.
"That means it felt good, right? First time seeing you like that."
"Haa, haa... I don't know... this is my first time too... haa."
"Then shall we try again?"
Su-heon grabbed his still-throbbing cock and positioned himself between her thighs.
"Huh?"
Su-heon felt something wet and reached for the bedsheet.