Secret Seduction
“Haang, haeung, Su-heon, it’s so hard… Su-heon’s cock… haang, haeung.”
“Ugh, Yoo-mi… if you move that hard… ugh.”
In a spacious, plush bed inside a high-end officetel, Yoo-mi’s voluptuous body rocked wildly. Her hips thrust back and forth without pause, her plump ass slapping against Su-heon’s balls with every bounce. Her breasts were crushed and reshaped in his grip, her entire body glistening with sweat.
“Haang, aang, I missed you… I wanted this so badly… haang, aang, Su-heon.”
“Ugh, Yoo-mi… I missed you too.”
“Haang, aang, Su-heon’s cock… aheung, haak.”
“Yoo-mi, you’re being really rough today. Heh.”
“I just… wanted it too much… haang, aang.”
Yoo-mi’s movements grew even more frantic. Suddenly, Su-heon’s phone vibrated. He reached for it and checked the screen. It was his wife. His eyes met Yoo-mi’s. The phone kept ringing.
“Answer it,” Yoo-mi whispered, pressing her hands against his chest as she leaned down.
Su-heon hesitated for a moment, then pressed the call button.
“Yeah, honey.”
“Honey, where are you?”
“Uh, I had some overtime… work stuff.”
Yoo-mi’s hips slammed down harder, her pussy swallowing his cock with fierce rhythm.
“Oh, really? Your voice sounds strange.”
“My voice? Why?”
Flustered, Su-heon tried to sit up and stop her, but Yoo-mi pushed him back down. He shook his head, silently begging her to stop, yet she only grinned and bounced harder, her face twisted in lustful jealousy as she glared at him.
Her arms rose, lifting her massive breasts into perfect teardrop shapes that swayed violently with every thrust. Her narrow waist and explosive hips moved in a hypnotic rhythm, taking him deep inside her.
“No, it’s nothing.”
“What’s going on?”
“Ah, it’s just… Yoo-mi noona called yesterday.”
“Huh? Who?”
Su-heon’s eyes widened as he looked at the woman currently riding him with abandon. The same woman who was now biting her lip to stifle her moans.
“Yoo-mi noona. The one you like so much.”
“Really? Why?”
“Surprised?”
“Ah… not really.”
“She probably arrived today. Yoo-mi noona.”
“Oh… okay.”
“Why? Do you want to see her?”
“If you’re just going to talk nonsense, I’m hanging up.”
Su-heon’s voice grew urgent. Yoo-mi had begun sucking on his nipples, exploiting his weakness. He struggled to keep his voice steady.
“Hoho, fine. Anyway, clear your schedule tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yeah, we’re meeting. Why? Excited?”
“I’m hanging up.”
“Hoho, okay. Finish work and come home quick. Kiss kiss.”
“Yeah.”
He ended the call and double-checked the screen before exhaling a shaky breath.
“Ah, Yoo-mi… what are you doing… ugh.”
“Haang, aang, Su-heon… it feels so good… aang, your hot cock… haang.”
Yoo-mi moaned loudly and sucked harder on his nipples. Su-heon flipped her over and began pounding into her with powerful thrusts.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
“Haang, haang, yes! Aang, Su-heon, Su-heon… haang!”
He pinned her arms down and sucked on her bouncing breasts, leaving marks. Yoo-mi sensed he was close and arched her hips to meet his thrusts.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
“Haang, Su-heon… I want it… aang, Su-heon’s cum…”
Su-heon kissed her roughly, their tongues tangling. Yoo-mi’s arms strained against his grip as she felt him swell inside her. At the last second, he pulled out and straddled her chest, his cock erupting across her face, breasts, and hair in thick ropes.
“Ugh, ugh, Yoo-mi… ugh, ugh.”
His body trembled as he emptied himself. Just as he started to relax, Yoo-mi suddenly took his softening cock into her mouth and sucked hard, draining every last drop.
“Hah, hah, hah, hah.”
Su-heon collapsed beside her, breathing heavily. Yoo-mi panted as well, calling his name.
“Haak, haak, haak, Su-heon.”
“Yeah, Yoo-mi.”
“Haak, haak… it tastes different… haak, haak… than usual.”
“Heh. Different from the American one?”
“Haak, haak… yeah… different… haak… from the American one…”
They lay in silence for a while. Eventually, Su-heon grabbed tissues and gently wiped her face. Yoo-mi watched him quietly.
“You’re not going to ask?”
“Ask what?”
“……”
“It was obviously a lie. What’s there to ask? Heh.”
“You’re that confident?”
Su-heon smiled faintly and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. The scent of night flowers lingered on her skin. Yoo-mi’s arms slowly wrapped around his neck as they shared a deep, tender kiss.
When their lips parted, she looked up at him with soft eyes.
“I hate you.”
“……”
“I feel like I’ve really become your woman now.”
“Yoo-mi.”
“Don’t throw me away, Su-heon.”
“Yoo-mi.”
“I’ll handle things with Yoo-ri. So…”
“……”
“Keep loving me… just like this.”
“Yoo-mi.”
“I’m your woman. Forever.”
Yoo-mi pulled him into another passionate kiss. Their bodies tangled together in the quiet officetel, filled with heat and the scent of night flowers.
At a Korean beef rib restaurant, Hana ran around excitedly while Su-heon chased after her. Yoo-ri and Yoo-mi sat across from each other, chatting warmly.
“Unni, it’s been so long, hasn’t it?”
“Yeah, I’m really glad to see you.”
“But unni, how did you get even sexier? Hoho.”
“You’re getting prettier every day too, hoho.”
“Hoho, looks like I’ll have to keep a close eye on our Su-heon.”
Yoo-ri’s words carried a subtle edge, but Yoo-mi responded smoothly without missing a beat.
“Hoho, that’s all in the past. I was younger back then, after all. Hoho.”
“Oh come on, look at all the men glancing at you right now. Hoho.”
Yoo-mi glanced around and caught several men quickly averting their eyes.
“They’re looking at you, aren’t they? Hoho.”
“Oh please, who would look at a married woman with a kid? Hoho.”
Both women enjoyed the attention while subtly adjusting their clothes. Su-heon returned with Hana in his arms and sat down. The two beautiful women drew constant stares from nearby men.
Su-heon couldn’t help but want both of them for himself—forever.
“What were you two talking about so happily?”
“Just girl talk. Mind your own business.”
“Really? Then let’s eat. I’m starving.”
“Wait a moment.”
“How long do I have to wait? Just call them.”
“Alright, fine.”
Yoo-ri smiled and stood up with her phone, walking a short distance away to make the call. Men’s eyes followed her figure hungrily.
‘What kind of outfit is that for a married woman? She’s practically showing everything.’
Su-heon frowned at his wife’s increasingly short skirt. Just then, soft lips pressed against his. Yoo-mi slipped her tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply. He froze in surprise.
After a moment, she pulled away with a playful smile.
“Yoo-mi.”
“What?”
“You startled me.”
“Cute, Su-heon. Hoho. It’s thrilling, isn’t it?”
She kissed Hana on the cheek as well. To anyone watching, they looked like a happy family. Su-heon felt a pang in his chest at the way Yoo-mi looked at his daughter.
Yoo-ri returned and lightly smacked his back, smiling—but her eyes held a hint of anger.