The Rural Village's Secret Festival (16)
'Oh my. He's so handsome….' Was there really such a tall, handsome young man in Gwichuok-ri? That was Cha Aeran's first thought the moment she laid eyes on Suho.
Cha Aeran usually lived in the neighboring town where her job—the school—was located. She only came back to Gwichuok-ri on the evening of the last day of each month when the festival took place. Once her business was finished, she would sober up at her family home before heading straight back, which was why their paths had never crossed before. Had she kept in touch with the villagers, things might have been different. But Cha Aeran had left for the city right after becoming an adult and severed all ties with Gwichuok-ri for more than twenty years. She had only begun properly participating in the festival a few years ago.
The reason was simple. Not everyone who was born and raised in Gwichuok-ri agreed with the festival once they finally witnessed its true nature as adults. Some felt betrayed by their own families or neighbors. Others grew disgusted by the ugly behavior between villagers and left the town entirely. Cha Aeran had been one of those people.
She had always hated Gwichuok-ri. Born into a wealthy family that owned multiple buildings across the city—properties inherited from her successful businessman grandfather and registered under her father's name—Cha Aeran had spent her teenage years begging her parents to let her stay at their grand urban house whenever school was out. Whenever it was time to return to the countryside, she would throw tantrums and cry that she didn't want to go to the rural village.
Then, at twenty, she attended the festival she had only heard rumors about and witnessed the vile sight of neighbors tangled up with one another. Any affection she might have had for the place vanished completely. After cutting ties with Gwichuok-ri and moving to the city, Cha Aeran eventually married a respectable businessman. Coming from money and proud of her career as a teacher, she refused to quit working after marriage. She lived what seemed like a fulfilling life as both an educator and a wife.
Perhaps that had been the problem. Maybe wanting both a family and a career had been too greedy. Her husband hadn't necessarily opposed a dual-income household, but he wasn't enthusiastic about it either. Still, since he ran his own business, they would rarely see each other during the day whether she kept teaching or not. He had reluctantly agreed to her suggestion that they try living that way for the time being.
A year later, her husband told her something surprising. Now that they'd tried it, this arrangement was better. She had been right. They could enjoy personal time at home, there was less interference, and they fought less. Even though they were married, constantly being together might have made them grow tired of each other. Living almost like a weekend couple kept their relationship feeling like a perpetual honeymoon.
Cha Aeran had smiled with pride when she heard that. She thought everything had worked out perfectly. Then, ten years later, she discovered her husband's affair.
In the end, Cha Aeran went through a divorce in her mid-forties. After all the years they had shared, she might have been able to forgive a single mistake. But the man who had been avoiding their bed for years, claiming he was too tired, had been carrying on with a young secretary in her late twenties. The revelation shredded her self-respect. No matter how desperately he begged, she could not forgive him.
The sense of freedom after their separation lasted only a short while. The body of a woman in the prime of her forties surged with desire at the slightest provocation. During those days of desperately soothing and suppressing her boiling lust alone, one place kept rising in her mind. Ironically, it was the very Gwichuok-ri she had once despised.
A hypocritical village where lewd beasts disguised as neighbors lived in packs. The place where, under the name of a festival, they gathered every month and fucked anyone they wanted. Gwichuok-ri.
Perhaps it was because she had realized her once-upstanding husband was no different from them. And that she herself, writhing in carnal hunger, was the same.
Before long, Cha Aeran applied for a transfer to the school in the neighboring town where her father served as chairman. After twenty years of living completely cut off from her hometown, she had finally returned.
With her face flushed from alcohol, Cha Aeran stared at Suho. I never expected to meet such a delicious young stud here.
Lately, word must have spread among the men she had slept with, because even when she attended the festival, no one approached her. She had been feeling rather depressed about it. Now, seeing a handsome young man who would be hard to find even in the city, she felt like she had won the lottery.
And it wasn't just her mood. A warm trickle ran down.
Oh my.
Cha Aeran felt her lower lips growing wet. It wasn't a light dampness. She could clearly feel a thick strand of moisture sliding slowly down her slit. The vivid sensation brought with it a strange, tingling heat that spread through her core. Was this what people meant by getting horny? It wasn't only men—women experienced it too. She was soaking without having done anything at all.
Cha Aeran smiled at Suho when their eyes met, then deliberately crossed her legs the other way. To hide the fact that she had grown aroused for a former student she had once watched over as a teacher, she masked her sticky gaze behind a coy smile. She picked up an empty glass and gently slid it toward him.
"Pour me a drink, won't you?"
"Ah, yes!"
Suho hurriedly filled her glass. The situation felt strangely new. Sharing drinks with the vice principal he had feared so much during his school days. Who could have imagined they would meet again as adults in a place like this?
He carefully poured until the glass was more than half full, then politely lifted his own empty glass. Cha Aeran took the bottle in her long fingers, their bright red manicure flashing, and tilted it to pour.
Suho, who had lowered his gaze, felt his face grow hot. Through her white blouse, the black lace of an elaborate bra was clearly visible. The generous curves of her full C-cup breasts caused the buttons to strain, revealing tempting glimpses of skin through the gaps. Though he tried not to look, his eyes kept drifting there. Afraid of being caught, he forced his head down—only to find himself staring at Cha Aeran's lower body.
Her crossed legs twisted her voluptuous hips. Her smooth thighs, bursting with healthy vitality that belied her age. The way her miniskirt had ridden up, revealing the seductive overlap of her thighs, was the very pinnacle of eroticism.
Damn….
There was truly nowhere safe to rest his eyes. Embarrassed, he touched his face. It was burning.
"What's wrong? Feeling the alcohol already?"
"Ah, yes… a little."
Luckily, it seemed she hadn't noticed him staring. They clinked their glasses together.
"Is this your hometown? Why have I never seen you before?"
"No. I lived in Seoul originally and settled here when I was about five. Do you know Suho's orchard? That's where I live."
"Aah! So that's your family’s place? Now that you mention it, the names match."
Even though she was born in Gwichuok-ri, Cha Aeran had never interacted much with the villagers. Still, she knew an elegant widow with a daughter lived at the orchard. She had seen her a few times. She seemed far too refined for this backwater village. So that was her son.
Cha Aeran secretly licked her lips. Suho, sitting across from the vice principal who had once been an object of terror, reminisced about the past. The two continued talking, exchanging drinks back and forth. By the time Cha Aeran had crossed her legs the other way for the third time, Suho finally understood why she had been sitting alone and why no one dared approach their table.
It did not take long to find out.
Squish! Squish! Slap, slap, slap—!
"Haaang! Ahng— Yes, this! This is exactly what I wanted…!"
"Ugh! Hngh… Vice Principal…!!"
"Aah! No way. This young cock is incredible…! So hard and thick—haah! It feels so good, it's driving me fucking crazy…!"
I had been devoured. I was being thoroughly fucked by the vice principal.
It had happened in an instant. The situation flowed so naturally that by the time I came to my senses, I was already in this position.
How the hell did it come to this?
When the drinking had reached its peak, the vice principal suggested we move somewhere else. Before I knew it, she had grabbed my arm and practically dragged me into an empty classroom inside the school.
The moment Cha Aeran pushed the awkwardly standing Suho onto the mat laid out in the center of the room, she swung her leg over and mounted him. There was no foreplay whatsoever. She roughly hiked up the hem of her miniskirt, yanked the strap of her black thong aside, and tugged Suho's pants down with impatient hands. Then she grabbed his cock, rubbed it against her dripping folds to coat it in her juices, and—
Thrust—!
She swallowed him whole in a single motion.
The first thing he felt was heat. Scorching heat that threatened to melt his cock. Her insides were so feverishly hot that the sticky nectar wrapping around him felt like molten lava. The moment Suho opened his mouth in shock at the overwhelming temperature he had never experienced before, Cha Aeran began slamming down like a woodcutter splitting logs. She lifted her hips high and brought them crashing down with brutal force.
Suho could do nothing but lie there helplessly, completely pinned. The insertion had been so abrupt, and the passionate—no, violently aggressive—pistoning that followed instantly overwhelmed him. On top of that, she was tall for a woman, and her body was far from slender. Her sensual figure, sculpted through consistent Pilates and exercise, delivered crushing weight with every downward thrust. It was not something that could be dismissed simply because she was female. Even though he wasn't bound, he was in no position to resist.
All the pinned-down Suho could manage was to let out reflexive jolts and choked sounds—"Ugh! Hngh!"—each time her massive, full-moon ass rose high and slammed down with all its power. The sound of their colliding flesh rang out sharply—slap! slap!—like the crack of an open palm striking skin. In truth, Suho felt as if he were being spanked across the ass.
The woman's frenzied movements as she sat astride him and unleashed her desires, regardless of her partner, were nothing short of violent.
"Vice Principal! Ngh! Please, just a little slower…"
"Stay still! I'll handle everything…! Hah—aaah! Aang, haaaaaang!"
Cha Aeran cut off Suho's plea with a commanding bark and continued riding him mercilessly. Was this really the same Vice Principal Cha Aeran who had never tolerated violence of any kind? Unbelievably, her current behavior was indistinguishable from one-sided assault. The image she had maintained during his school days was completely shattered… Vice Principal Cha Aeran was a woman more familiar with one-sided, merciless dominance than anyone else.