Virgins in Their 30s Do Exist: Yuarum (32 / Corporate Team Leader)
She calls herself a virgin, but of course, she knows what goes on between men and women. That impure act of sweating together, flesh pressing against flesh. Personally, she's even tried something like masturbation in the past. But the idea of a woman actually feeling pleasure? That was still vague to her. Even when she watched women in porn and tried to get herself off, she dismissed it as half-acting, half-desperate words born from loneliness. Just to look good for a man. Lies to console themselves while giving their bodies away promiscuously.
"Nngh-hot— Ah, haaang♥ Your extra-large cock feels so gooood, President!"
"……."
But this voice... no matter how many times she heard it, there was no trace of acting. It pounded her left eardrum raw and unfiltered—no need to perform for anyone—making even her cheeks burn with embarrassment. Gulp... She was getting excited.
'Does it really... feel that good?'
The relentless slap-slap-slap! sounds sparked her curiosity. Normally, she'd have made some noise to alert them. If she was pissed, she'd have secretly texted 112 to report public indecency. But the culprits were two people she knew, making it hard to call them out. And once she held her breath to listen from the next stall, she kept getting quieter. Swish... She carefully lifted her ass without a sound. Amid the wet flesh slaps, she pulled up her panties and slowly lowered her cheek to the bathroom floor. Her long hair dragged across the tiles. Something she'd never do under normal circumstances—a total insane move—but curiosity had won out over caution.
The narrow gap under the stall door, usually only showing shoes. Peering up through it...
"Cock, cock, I love your huge cock, President♥"
"……."
Naeun, viewed from below through the gap, was sparkling. Her unbuttoned white blouse soaked with sweat and other fluids, glistening wet. Seeing it firsthand was different. She'd been terribly mistaken. The smile she'd been chattering with just moments ago was a complete fabrication. With a face so lewd it could never be shown to another woman, she shook her hips on the president's thigh perched on the toilet seat. Chub, chub, chub♥
"President, slurp...sluuuurp... ♥"
She rubbed against it like she was the one in a hurry. Her shirt flung open to reveal massive tits, she put on all sorts of coquettish acts.
"Burning hot today, huh?"
Seong Yeongung, the cafe owner, enjoyed it as if it were natural, but clearly, she was the more desperate one. The moment her values on sex (no experience, but still) shattered to pieces.
"'Cause you've been secretly grinding your thighs all this time... ♥"
'…….'
"Love affair sex that much?"
"Yeah, press my G-spot harder..."
Heh♥ "Mark me with your big glans, President♥"
Crude words. Pride as a woman long discarded, reduced to a plaything.
'Does it feel... that good?'
Naeun was like a bitch in heat. Panting and whining like a dog begging its owner for food after a hunt. Squelch, squiiirt— Something more leaked out from below. Chasing that lewd face and heated snorts— Thud!
"?!"
"Ugh—?!"
"Hiiik?!"
She leaned forward more. But her balance slipped. Her body tilted, slamming into the partition wall, and she jolted upright.
"……."
『……』
Silence dominated the air. What to do now? But coldly assessing, she knew she had only one option.
Whoooosh...
She flushed the toilet. Like a constipated patient finally done, she made the finishing sound. Click! She opened the stall door and stepped out first. Acting like a deaf person who heard nothing, perfectly casual. Then, from the next stall, came a brazen response.
『Ah~ Sorry about that.』
"……."
『Haha, thought no one was here... You can go ahead. We'll clean up and come out.』
She said nothing, but Seong Yeongung's tone was sly. Like he'd been through this a million times. Licking every inch of her in front of others, playing the perfect gentleman, now slithering out his snake tongue. Anyway, pretending to wash her hands to avoid blowing her cover, she exited the bathroom.
Outside, sure enough, there was her excuse right in front.
Cleaning in Progress!
She must have gotten permission to put up the sign, using it as cover for their deed. Holding up just this and brazenly barging into the women's bathroom for that!
『Hurry... send it off quick, quick...!』
'They're still going at it!?'
Even after that embarrassment, the faint moans from Naeun lingered as she left. Chaos. Continuing after such shame.
'Does it really... feel that good...?'
... Her mind reeled. Her usually pristine panties felt even damper.
*
"Team Leader Yuarum?"
"……."
"Um, Team Leader Yuarum?! It's... past quitting time now."
"Huh? ...Ohhh."
Stone Deputy Manager, leaning in close, pointed it out. Glancing at the clock: 6:20 PM. Twenty minutes past regular hours, and everyone was watching her.
"Great work, everyone. Go home, rest up, see you tomorrow."
Her word disbanded them like clockwork. Korea's elite marketing team scattered in a flash. Even the section chief eyed her and bolted for the exit.
"Hoo..."
It wasn't like her. She'd spaced out all day. No matter how she tried to erase it, that shocking scene haunted her. It kept her up for two nights straight. Today, she took a taxi home. No way she'd drive in this state—better safe.
...Is it really that good?
She soon unpacked today's delivery box. No need to say what was inside.
A woman's masturbation toy. A dildo.
"Mm......"
She pulled it out, rubbed it softly. Even used her massager for vibrations. First time with such a tool, but it felt decent. A slight something building when pressed right.
"Hooo..."
But she gave up soon after. The sage-time reality of doing this alone in her 30s at home killed her immersion. Curious, but couldn't get into it. Naeun's face—straddling a man, moaning ahh-ahh—kept flashing, but imagining herself like that? Impossible.
Milf Cafe Owner Seong Yeongung
That's why. She reached out for something she'd never do.
"Ah, yes. Is this... the right number? Yes, this is Yuarum from before."
She called the number they'd exchanged politely last time. For the first time ever, approaching a man first.
*
"Didn't you say you never drink?"
"……."
He hit the nail on the head right away—no retort.
She saw herself as a rigid perfectionist. Contradictions in her behavior? Hard to accept.
"Haha, kidding. Glad you wanted to meet again."
This man, her polar opposite—supremely flexible. She'd scheduled for the weekend to hide her intentions a bit, but he showed up right away. No pretentious airs, perfectly accommodating her.
Pour...
"Needed a drinking buddy?"
"...Let's say that."
He refilled her empty glass diligently. His lecherous vibe—like get drunk quick—was annoying, but the words she needed required booze, so she drank straight.
After some snacks and three shots of soju, nicely buzzed, she got serious.
"Yeongung-ssi... what do you really do?"
A question she'd steeled for. He just grinned.
"I do this and that in business."
"You know that sounds super suspicious, right?"
"Yeah, I do. So if Yuarum wants to know more about me, we just meet more often."
Smooth as silk. Handsome face, oiled tongue—let her guard down a bit, and who knows.
"Hmph, with that talk, bet you have tons of women."
She fired tricky questions. Ones that might make her storm out depending on the answer.
"Mm... No lies here. Yeah, I see quite a few."
"……."
Seong Yeongung went straight. Refreshingly honest, confident even.
"Key point to clarify: I love every woman I meet sincerely. Serious about all of them."
"Very charitable, agape love."
"Hahaha."
She jabbed, but it was convincing. His sly dodge made it seem normal for a face like his.
"My turn to ask?"
"What?"
"Just a hunch," smirk.
"Has Yuarum ever been with a man?"
Straight ball. Repaying her probes with rude directness.
"……."
Her face heated up. Familiar story from work, but from a man she'd met twice? Felt cheap. Naked shame, clothes and panties melted away.
"H-how did you know that?! From the cafe survey? That's sensitive—could report you!"
She shot back like a guess, but he already knew. Both in the bathroom had known she was a virgin. Their crude talk about her body echoed vividly. Heh.
'He's laughing!?'
Seong Yeongung chuckled again. Brazenly poured another shot.
"Doesn't matter how, right?"
"Like hell it doesn't—"
"What matters is, I find that part of you beautiful."
"!?"
Sudden aesthetic angle. Staring deep into her eyes.
"How hard is it for a woman to dive into society, work relentlessly without leaning on anyone."
"……."
"Ah, truly admirable. Can't praise it enough. Building a career here without emotional crutches, years of ironclad conviction."
Seriously listed. Like yesterday's flattery wasn't superficial, recapping it.
What the hell is he doing!?
Of course, it could all be illusory acting. Secretly degrading her body with crude talk inside.
"But, you've run far enough. Time to rest, don't you think?"
"...Rest? What do you mean?"
But his next words scrambled her brain. Flooded her with dopamine, veins expanding.
Dopamine ping-ponging.
"Yuarum, want to get some sex ed from me?"