Your Dick Smelled When I Sucked It
Night...
I heard the shower running.
The sound of water pouring beyond the bathroom door.
I sat on the sofa, listening to it.
Should I go in?
If I did, would Su-jeong kill me?
She'd talked about ripping my dick off—would barging into the shower only cost me my balls?
But I was her husband.
State-recognized husband.
Didn't that make it legal?
I stood up.
I stripped, then stopped in front of the door.
I turned the handle.
A blast of hot steam hit me.
Su-jeong stood under the showerhead.
Wet hair streamed down her back.
"You out of your fucking mind?"
I started to turn and leave at that short snap, then stopped.
"I'm... your husband, though?"
Su-jeong looked me up and down.
Her gaze stopped at the bottom.
"Hey. Wash it properly."
"Huh?"
"Yesterday, when I sucked your dick, it smelled."
"Then you wash it for me."
Jeong Su-jeong stared at me without a word.
Then she turned the showerhead toward me.
Hot water poured down.
Body wash coated her hands.
"Turn around."
Slowly, she started at my shoulders.
Then her hands swept down my back.
Thorough. Careful.
Slippery soap bubbles tickled along my spine.
"Kh—"
Her hands rode the line of my back downward.
She rubbed my ass, then slowly pushed into the cleft.
Hah.
Slick fingers dug deeper.
"Hah— that part's..."
Her touch stayed matter-of-fact.
No expression on her face.
"Spread your legs."
I braced against the bathroom wall and opened them.
Her fingers traced every fold of my asshole.
Ah... a new sensation that made it hard to breathe.
Something I'd never felt before.
My cock surged up hard.
I wished time would stop.
That blunt face.
But the way those hands took such careful care of my body...
Something warm swelled in my chest.
"Ah..."
A breath broke free.
"You a pervert? Getting off on your asshole?"
"I didn't know..."
"Turn."
"Cleaner... scrub me more."
Su-jeong's hand cracked across my ass.
I had no choice but to turn obediently.
Her soapy hands swept over my chest.
Past my stomach, down lower.
Fingers wrapped around my cock.
Slow. Thorough.
"You a kid? Can't even wash yourself?"
Her voice was still dry.
But her hands were soft.
My breathing quickened.
My cock went rock-hard.
I couldn't tell if she was washing me or just touching me.
Didn't matter. I didn't want her to stop.
The bathroom filled with steam.
Su-jeong's wet hair slid over her shoulders.
Water droplets ran down her collarbone and beaded on her breasts.
I set my hands on her ass.
She didn't push them away.
Hot water and hot skin mixed together.
Arousal, or warmth.
Both.
It was as if a romance simulator had dimmed the lights.
I wasn't even a little scared of this woman anymore.
She lay on one side of the bed with her back to me, and I watched her shoulder over the blanket.
My fingertips slowly found her waist.
Su-jeong didn't move.
"Spread your pussy for me."
Su-jeong glared at me like I'd lost it.
"You crazy fucking bastard?"
"I want to treat you nice. Spread your pussy."
The glare softened little by little.
And then, for real—
Su-jeong slowly hooked her panties aside and spread her pussy open with both hands.
Hah...
Fuck.
My wife.
So goddamn filthy-sexy.
I brought my tongue to her pussy.
Soap and Su-jeong's own scent mixed into something obscenely good.
A smell that made me painfully hard.
As my tongue followed the folds of her pussy, her stomach twitched lightly.
Deeper. Slower.
Gentle.
Her breathing changed.
I saw her fingertips clutch the blanket.
The insides of her thighs tightened little by little.
"Ha... nn."
A small, hazy breath slipped out.
Her hand grabbed my head and pulled me deeper.
Pride swelled in me.
My wife, reacting this deeply to me.
This was her quiet surrender.
My tongue moved past her thighs, to her navel, to her tits.
"Ah... Taeo..."
My name mixed into Su-jeong's moan.
Jeong Su-jeong had called my name.
Not "bastard." Taeo.
"Want me to put it in?"
"Don't ask, just shove it in. My pussy's yours."
Fuck, that was an insanely lovable answer.
Her body was hot.
Her breasts were firm, and her juices had already run down the insides of her thighs.
"Your body is so fucking lewd."
"You piece of shit, only just figuring that out?"
I pushed into her slowly—very slowly.
Flesh parted flesh, and the walls of her pussy chewed on my cock.
"The day I first met you, the second I walked into this house, I wanted to get fucked on your dick right then."
I stopped.
Those words circled in my ears for a long time.
"Ah... I'm going crazy. You have to get pregnant with my kid."
Su-jeong grabbed my head, pulled me down, and buried my face in her chest.
Soft and warm.
I could hear her heartbeat.
"Yeah."
Barely audible, but it sank deep into my chest.
She closed her eyes, pressed her lips together, and only let out small breaths.
The more I moved, the hotter it got inside her.
There wasn't much sound, but the sensation was intense.
She angled her hips to take me deeper.
I kept moving inside her.
Her hand found mine.
Small. Quiet.
She laced our fingers.
I held that hand tight.
I pushed deep into her.
Hot cum poured out.
Inside her it was quiet, and everything was soft.
"Go on, my little tadpoles. Score that goal."
"Pfft—"
Ah, right.
Something I'd forgotten came back to me.
"Su-jeong, earlier you said after we ate meat, you'd let me eat your ass."
"You already ate."
"Not your pussy. Your ass."
"Anal?"
"Yeah..."
"Fuck, you've got no fear, huh?"
"You said your pussy was mine, don't ask, just shove it in, right? I can cum again."
"Anal's illegal because you can't get pregnant from it."
"You gonna lock me up?"
"Pfft— Once I'm pregnant I'll give it to you. It'll be legal then."
"Promise?"
"Yeah."
"It's my first time with my ass, so when that happens, you grant me one wish too."
"What kind of wish?"
"Well... I'll tell you then."
Breathing hard, I held her close.
My wife simply stayed in my arms.
Quietly. For a long time.
Morning.
When I opened my eyes, smells were coming from the kitchen.
Oil, soy sauce, garlic...
And very faintly, the smell of doenjang.
I went straight to the kitchen the moment I got up and found Jeong Su-jeong standing in front of the stove in an apron.
She was chopping green onions, and the doenjang stew was already boiling.
"You're cooking?"
"If you can see it, shut up and sit the fuck down."
The words were the same as always, but behind her the sound of seaweed roasting, eggs cracking in the pan—
those sounds filling the house felt warm.
I sat quietly at the table.
Su-jeong set the side dishes out one by one.
Fried eggs, stir-fried kimchi, braised mackerel, pickled garlic, jangjorim.
Jeong Su-jeong sat next to me in shorts and a sleeveless tee.
I casually pushed the pickled garlic away from my plate.
"I... don't really like this..."
"Eat it, you fucker."
"Yes."
I picked up my chopsticks and scooped a spoonful of rice.
A sip of doenjang stew.
Then Su-jeong placed a piece of pickled garlic on my rice bowl.
"Ah. This is really..."
"You'd better just eat it."
Jeong Su-jeong glared at me.
"It's gonna taste fucking amazing, right?"
"Eat a lot. If you want to cum again today."
And with that, Su-jeong added another fried egg to my plate.
"Eggs are protein, so... for making cum..."
Her words trailed off.
The table was quiet, but every spoonful of rice, every side dish, passed between us like feelings instead of words.
I spoke while eating.
"I want to eat like this... every day."
Jeong Su-jeong just kept eating.
No answer.
Her hand quietly set some jangjorim on my bowl.
Could she get pregnant?
Could we still live like this a month from now?
To that crazy bitch—
my head, my heart, my cock.
I had fallen so fucking deep.
I left the house.
Su-jeong followed me out to the entrance.
"Fuck, I really don't want to go to work."
"Then don't."
"If a D-grade skips work, he gets fired."
"Then go. But..."
"Yeah?"
"Come back quick."
I almost burst out laughing.
"Why? Miss me already?"
"No. I need your dick."
Fuck, should I just fuck her and be late?
Is this what being a married couple is?
Su-jeong touched my cock through my clothes and whispered,
"Can't you just fuck me once here and be late?"
Holy shit.
I was about to undo my belt when—
my phone rang.
An unknown number.
"Hello?"
"Yes, is this Kwon Taeo?"
"Speaking. Who is this?"
"This is Seoul Jungbu Police Station. Two days ago you assaulted Mr. Kim Seon-dong in front of the supermarket, correct? A complaint has been filed, so you'll need to come down to the station."
"...Yes. Understood."
"Please report to the Criminal Investigation Division at Jungbu Police Station by two o'clock this afternoon."
The call ended.
Su-jeong looked at my face.
"What."
"That bastard. The one I hit in front of the mart."
"He filed a complaint?"
"Yeah."
Su-jeong's expression hardened.
A brief silence passed.
"When do you have to go?"
"Two today."
"I'm coming too."
"No, it's fine."
"Shut up. Just go to work."
The elevator doors closed and Su-jeong's face disappeared.
All morning my head was a mess.
The monitor screen wouldn't come into focus.
I'd never been to a police station.
"Kwon Taeo, this."
Da-in stood in front of my desk.
She explained something.
Why ask if she wasn't going to listen anyway.
"You know a fair bit for a D-grade."
She tossed that over her shoulder as she turned away.
Hah... does that bitch have some kind of backing?
Then a system message popped up in the bottom right of my monitor.
A-grade Director Kim Do-hun is scheduled to visit headquarters today.
All team members are to remain at their posts and maintain neat attire.
Kim Do-hun.
Director of our division, and an A-grade.
Even though he had no labor obligation, he sometimes showed up—one of those so-called voluntary attenders.
You might see him once a week, if that.
Eleven a.m.
He actually came.
Black shirt under a jacket.
A seven-flower Marigold Badge on his chest.
The most I'd ever seen in real life.
Everyone stood to greet him, but he just waved a hand casually.
"Yeah, yeah, sit down everyone. I just came because I was bored."
His tone was lighter and looser than I'd expected.
But no one laughed.
An A-grade lived a completely different life from ordinary people.
I'd never experienced it, but you could tell just from the aura he gave off.
He exchanged a few short words with a handful of people, then came to my desk.
"Oh. Kwon Taeo? You're on database security, right?"
"Yes..."
"I've been watching. That new security system you built last time—pretty clean work."
"Thank you."
He nodded, then smiled a little as he continued.
"Shall we have lunch together today?"
"...Pardon?"
"It's nicer to eat together, isn't it? I'm a person too."
Even a throwaway line like that carried an aura.
"Yes. Understood."
He gave a light wave and disappeared down the corridor.
A colleague left behind muttered quietly,
"Whoa... lunch with an A-grade. Insane."
Lunchtime.
I stood next to Director Kim Do-hun in front of the elevators on the eighth floor of the forty-two-story building.
There was a VIP-only rooftop restaurant on the forty-second floor.
Same building as the company, yet I'd never even gotten a look at it.
A place you couldn't go even if you had the money.
"Take this one."
The A-grade exclusive elevator.
"I'm... a D-grade, so..."
"It's fine. You're riding with me."
The elevator doors opened.
An elevator girl I'd only ever glanced at from a distance was riding inside.
Elevator girl.
This was the first time I'd seen one this close.
White blouse, black skirt.
Hair tied neatly back.
Red lipstick.
"Which floor?"
"Forty-two."
The director answered shortly.
"Would you like VIP service?"
"Not for me. For this friend here."
Kim Do-hun lifted his chin and pointed at me.