Chapter 20
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Busty Women Get Special Treatment
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Slightly parted legs revealed the plump, gathered folds of her labia majora, thick and curvaceous.
Lace lingerie clung to her, the top sheer like mesh, though the dim light hid the details.
That only made me want to peer closer.
I couldn't even shift my gaze sideways, afraid that squinting just a little might give me a better view.
'This is it, right? She's really coming on to me, isn't she?'
No matter how much of a loser I'd been with women—never even held a girl's hand—this was unmistakable. She was wagging her tail like a puppy begging for attention; no way I could misread that.
Was this okay?
She was a married woman.
Even as those thoughts swirled in my head, my aching dick called the shots, and my hips followed its lead.
'What a spineless bastard.'
Pure horniness overrode my frontal lobe before reason could kick in—a spinal reflex landing me right next to Customer Choi Eunhee on the bed.
Squish.
'Feels amazing. Even if this ruins my life, this texture might make it worth it.'
Her soft, yielding ass spread out against the mattress, pressing firmly against my pelvis in blatant invitation.
A perfect, pregnancy-optimized peach built to drive men wild.
"Hmm, it really does feel less creaky."
She rocked the bed gently up and down, then parted her lips with a hot exhale, as if the motion alone had her overheating.
"Still, sitting like this won't let us check it properly."
Hiccup.
Her breasts collapsed softly against my back—heavy, gravity-defying pillows. I instinctively leaned back into that weightless softness.
"Ah."
My tilted back met only empty air, drawing a frustrated sigh.
Choi Eunhee let out a cute giggle at the sound. My face burned hotter than it already was.
"What are you doing? Lie down so we can test it right."
Her smooth thigh, still pressed to my hip, slid away, brushing my side with her remaining hand.
"Hngh!"
Sensing the emptiness where her softness had been, a slender white hand gripped my waist and pulled me down.
That gentle touch—far more intense than when she'd merely hooked her pinky around it before—sent waves of pleasure tenfold stronger surging through me.
My vision sparked, muscles went slack, and I toppled sideways, following her lead onto the bed.
Stroke, strokestroke—
I couldn't bring myself to reach down. What if she stopped? But begging her to keep going? This was reality, not some other universe. Sleeping with a married woman was a one-way ticket to disaster.
Ecstasy clawed upward alongside the sharp stab of guilt in my chest.
I couldn't turn toward her, nor away—stuck lying awkwardly at a 45-degree angle like a fool.
Her delicate fingers glided upward. That's when I spotted the wedding ring on her ring finger.
Felt like someone had jammed a bucket over my head and smashed it with a sledgehammer.
I gently seized her slim wrist, halting the smooth strokes along my shaft.
"You're way too pretty, totally my type... but you're married..."
"Aw, how sweet."
Aw, how sweet?
"Why not? You're gorgeous."
Her surreal reaction left my brain blank for a second. Then a warm hand tousled the back of my head tenderly.
Lost in that comfort, her paused hand reappeared before me.
'Unmanned motel at 24 hours? Fetish clubs stock everything. Thought this was something she and her husband used.'
It was the lighter I'd picked up earlier while cleaning.
"I get it—doing this with a married woman brings guilt and fear."
She set the lighter down in front of me, then her hand slid up to my chest.
Overwhelming softness pressed against my back.
Her teardrop-shaped breasts molded to my spine.
"It's been almost five years since he touched me. His clothes reek of women's perfume, or he comes back from 'business trips' with them stiff as if straight from the dry cleaners."
Her hand trailed down my chest, gently prying away the one gripping her wrist. Mine slid downward in tandem.
"And now solid proof. Who goes to a 24-hour unmanned motel on a business trip? Especially one clearly catering to that business. He works at a decent company. Siwoo, right?"
Her hand reclaimed my shaft softly. It moved slowly up and down, her index finger teasing the slick, drenched glans.
"Hngh, yes, Han Siwoo."
"Do you think men can cheat, but women should just stay home like fools, keeping chaste and doing housework?"
Click.
My belt unbuckled easily, buttons popping free.
Ziiiiip—
The zipper rasped open, and I shook my head frantically.
"No, I don't think that. Honestly, I can't understand cheating when you have such a beautiful wife."
Cool air hit my exposed cock. The room wasn't chilly—it was just throbbing so hot it felt that way.
My parched throat eased mysteriously as her pale, slender hand wrapped around it.
"W-wait, this'll make the bed dirty, ngh!"
She smeared the dripping precum around her palm, then resumed stroking.
"It's got a waterproof cover, right? Let's test how waterproof it really is."
She'd never known she could be this forward. Her only experience had been with her husband, Choi Eunhee.
A bit of kissing, then he'd spread her legs, grope her breasts roughly, spit for lube, and thrust in.
A few dozen pumps later, he'd convulse and unload inside her. That was sex for her.
"Why are you staring like that?"
"It's... so pretty. Huge, no sag, and pink..."
His awestruck appraisal, eyes glued to her breasts, didn't bother her.
It sent thrilling jolts straight to her core, pounding deep in her belly.
"Then you can touch them."
At her words, his nostrils flared, and he pounced. Thirsty hands clamped onto her breasts roughly.
"Hngh!"
Her brows furrowed, chin tilting up.
A scraping pain from the friction in her breast flesh—familiar territory. Her husband had always kneaded her without a care.
As a girl, she'd thought enduring pain and discomfort to boost a man's ego was what being feminine meant.
But now...
'He doesn't know any better.'
The man before her wasn't groping mindlessly. He was just clueless, overwhelmed by his first time and her breasts.
Now, she craved sex for herself—something she could enjoy too.
"Ah, that hurts a little."
Seasoned as she was, she skipped calling him a beginner.
"Sorry! Did it hurt a lot?"
His panicked flailing made her smile fondly.
"Not too much. Here, give me your hand."
She guided his hand to the underside of her breast, squeezing gently atop it with hers. They massaged in slow circles, kneading softly.
"Like this—slow and gentle. Tease the nipples since they're sensitive. Save the best for last."
"Like this?"
His hand moved with hers, warmer than her own skin, raising goosebumps.
Her dusky peach areolas prickled to life.
She slid their overlapping index fingers upward, grazing the textured areola with his slightly rough fingerprints and calluses.
"Hnnngh! Haah, yes, keep going like that."
Each moan she let out made the cock in her other hand twitch desperately.
'It's thicker than my wrist.'
Glancing down, she eyed the shaft that filled her hand with room to spare—two handspans at least.
"Hngh, ah, aaaah, it feels so good I'm going crazy."
Her squirming body arched, and his cock pressed firmly against her lower belly.
The pleasure hit him too; his hips shuddered.
Press, press, press.
His waist rocked back and forth, grinding insistently against her soft abdomen—as if he knew the drenched womb beneath was leaking arousal.
"Haah, hngh, now you can go harder."
Desperate, she pinched her index and thumb together over the areola, pressing hard. His rigid fingers crushed her stiffened nipple in response.
"Hnnngh, hoooh!"
She came a little.
Her already-weakened voice cracked into something vulgar.
Embarrassed, she withdrew their hands, cradled the back of Han Siwoo's head, and offered her lips.
Her flushed face burned red. To hide her loosened voice, she moved fast.
Smack—