First Delivery at the Party Room, Junho's Threatening Demand
As I drove, I stole a glance at Mijeong.
Her cheeks beneath the sunglasses were flushed a deep red.
When I let my eyes drop a little lower, I could see the breasts she had just offered up to the gas-station attendant.
A raw urge surged through me—to pull over right then and suck on them—but I forced it down for the sake of the larger plan.
Even so, one hand stayed on her breast, kneading it steadily as I drove.
At last we reached the party room.
I typed the reservation number into the kiosk by the front entrance.
A room number and passcode arrived by text a moment later.
Mijeong watched the whole process with quiet curiosity.
After parking, we stepped inside the building.
Following Junho’s instructions, we took the elevator straight up to the seventh floor.
Room 704.
I punched in the passcode still glowing on my phone, and the door unlocked.
The instant it opened I shoved Mijeong back against the wall.
I tore off her sunglasses, flung them to the floor, and crushed my mouth to hers.
My tongue pushed deep into her mouth; our hot breaths tangled together.
“Wait—”
Her voice cracked.
Instead of answering I yanked her shirt up.
The bra had already slipped down, hanging beneath her lower breasts.
I pinched one nipple hard between my fingers.
Her back arched and a small moan broke free.
“When that attendant touched your tits… how did it feel? Tell me.”
Mijeong’s eyes flickered.
She bit her lip and tried to shake her head, but I worked my fingers harder.
I kneaded her breast and twisted the nipple until her whole body trembled.
“Aah… I… I was so embarrassed… but… his hands were so rough…”
I dragged her skirt and panties down in one motion.
Her already-soaked pussy came into view—ready, glistening.
I thrust two fingers in roughly.
The sticky, slippery juices accepted them without resistance.
I worked them inside her.
“Honey… hhh… hhh…”
When I pulled free, my fingers were coated thick with her wetness.
I guided her toward one side of the room.
Mijeong leaned forward over the sofa, her bare back and waist forming a soft, inviting curve.
I gripped her hips hard with both hands, lined my cock up against her dripping entrance, and drove in to the hilt in a single thrust.
Her long hair spilled over her shoulders, casting faint shadows.
The soft curtains by the window, the distant bed, the small lamp on the desk—all of it wrapped the heated silence of the moment in a denser, heavier quiet.
I stripped the rest of her clothes off in a hurry.
Her pussy clenched tight around me, sucking me in.
I slammed my hips forward.
Every time my cock plunged deep and pulled back, the wet slap of flesh filled the room.
Her breasts bounced heavily up and down.
“Ahh… ahh… ahh…”
With one hand I grabbed a breast and mauled it the same rough way the attendant had.
“Imagine I’m that guy.”
“Haa… haa…”
The wet slap of skin on skin kept echoing.
Her pussy squeezed me harder, milking me.
“Haa… haa… those hands… so rough…”
She could barely form words.
In contrast her pussy clamped down fiercely.
I sped up and whispered against her ear.
“I’m living the high life thanks to you, ma’am.”
“Aaaahhh… ahh… ahh…”
Mijeong twisted her upper body and turned her face toward the whisper.
She rose a little and kissed me.
My tongue invaded her mouth the same way my cock invaded her pussy.
I tightened my grip on her breast and pulled her toward me.
Her back arched further; her torso was dragged against mine.
Her upper body tried to tip forward while my hand held her back—caught between the two forces, her full breasts flattened against my palm.
The soft give of them only stoked me higher.
The stronger the stimulation, the more she pushed her ass back, trying to take me deeper.
I broke the kiss.
“Look how eager you are to take every inch.”
“Ehh… ehh… hhh… my body… just does it on its own…”
“Pussy juice dripping down your thighs—ma’am’s in full heat.”
“That’s not true…”
At her denial I kept one hand locked on her hip and slammed into her harder.
“Aaaahhh…”
“You moan every single time I bury it…”
I moved the hand from her breast to her hair, seized a fistful, and yanked.
“Hhk!”
A strangled cry tore out of her.
Her back bowed like a drawn bow; her head snapped back.
“If you’re in heat, just say so. Or I’ll keep tormenting you until you get honest.”
I pounded her without mercy.
Every thrust of my hips smacked against her ass with a heavy thud.
“Aaaahhh… ahh… ahh…”
“You like this, don’t you, you little slut?”
“Aah… aah… aah… yes… please… more…”
The confession burst out of her like a scream.
Extreme excitement flooded me; I drove into her without restraint.
The climax rose from deep in my gut.
I came inside her without hesitation.
The orgasm that hit as my semen flooded her made my whole body tingle.
The hot spurt slamming into her walls pushed Mijeong over the edge as well.
“Aaaaaah…”
She collapsed forward onto the sofa.
Her belly pressed flat against the armrest; she panted in shallow breaths.
Her head hung at a right angle, upper body completely slumped over the sofa.
Her slightly bent legs were planted at armrest height, trembling faintly.
The position left her ass thrust high in the air.
A lazy, spent posture of pure desire.
And between the parted lips of her pussy, thick semen slowly leaked out.
She was soaked in sweat from head to toe.
I told her to shower first.
As she headed for the bathroom I said I was hungry and would order food.
I texted Junho.
He was already waiting in the parking lot.
“I’m going out for a smoke.”
From the shower Mijeong simply told me to go ahead.
The sound of falling water continued behind the door.
I threw on clothes and went down to the lot; Junho was there.
He took one look at my sweat-drenched state and paused.
“Hyung-nim… are you really okay with this?”
I blew out a stream of smoke and nodded.
“The brakes might not work. I can’t even guarantee myself.”
“Little brother.”
I called him that, then told him everything that had happened at the gas station.
Junho’s face showed a flicker of surprise.
“It actually turned me on. I just finished a round with her.”
I spoke without any shame.
Junho looked at me and let out a long, heavy sigh.
“Hyung-nim, give me one of those cigarettes.”
“Didn’t you quit?”
“Because of you I’m starting again.”
He wore a complicated expression, then forced a smile.
“Come up in about ten minutes. You know the room number?”
“Yes.”
I left him and went back upstairs.
Mijeong had already finished showering and was wearing one of the robes provided by the party room.
She had neatly folded the clothes she had worn here and set them aside.
“I’ll wash up too.”
“Okay.”
I deliberately took my time in the shower.
A short while later the doorbell rang.
“Honey, the food’s here.”
“I’m still washing—just answer it like that.”
“How can I?”
“If it bothers you that much, put the sunglasses back on like before.”
“…”
“I’m showering, so take the food and pay him.”
Through the sound of water I heard the door open.
Then the voices of Junho and Mijeong talking.
Mijeong had no idea the delivery man was Junho.
I had deliberately told him to wear a full motorcycle helmet that hid his face.
“Um…”
Mijeong cracked the bathroom door and peeked in.
“There’s a problem.”
“What is it?”
“He says he doesn’t take cards.”
“All right, I’m coming out.”
I roughly toweled off, threw on a robe, and stepped out.
Junho stood there in a motorcycle helmet that completely hid his face.
“So… cards don’t work?”
“Who the hell pays by card for a delivery all the way out here?”
“I don’t have cash…”
“Haa… wasted the whole fucking day. Shit.”
The rough curse made Mijeong flinch.
“Sorry about this—what do we do?”
“I live day to day… fuck, this is bullshit. I’m pissed as hell.”
Junho slammed the helmet against his own head a couple of times, looking genuinely furious.
Even though we had planned every word, his intensity made me flinch too.
“Fuck… a couple showing up at a place like this at this hour—it’s obvious. You’re cheating, right?”
He stepped threateningly toward Mijeong.
“We’re married.”
She answered timidly.
“Crazy… if a married couple wants to fuck they do it at home. Why come all the way out here?”
“That’s not—”
Any rational person would have thought of a bank transfer or a dozen other solutions, but crushed by Junho’s presence Mijeong could only offer weak protests.
“Wow… this bitch is lying to the end. Sunglasses on, face covered—you’ve got something to hide.”
“…”
“Fuck it. Day’s already shot. Then fuck right here in front of me.”
“What?”
“You’re married, right? So fucking’s fine. I wasted my time, wasted gas money—”
I moved to stand behind Mijeong.
“How about this—just one feel of her breasts.”
“Honey…”
Mijeong stared at me in shock.
“You come all this way and settle for one grab? Wow… this old man thinks he can freeload.”
Junho raised his voice.
Even knowing the script, his force made me shrink a little.
“Then what do you want?”
“I’m sick of just watching porn. Show me the real thing.”
Mijeong recoiled in pure alarm.
“That’s ridiculous!”
“Ah, fuck, this bitch can’t understand plain Korean.”
Junho punched the wall beside the shoe rack hard.
The bang made Mijeong jump again.
I simply watched.
“Mister? You can’t hand over cash right now, so pay with your body.”
The arrow swung back to me.
I stepped closer to Mijeong.
“He’s wearing a helmet—he can’t even see our faces… Let’s just show him once.”