Five-Star Married Woman Hunter (1)
Her nipples stood stiff and plainly visible through the thin fabric of her dress. Anyone looking would have known she wasn't wearing a thing underneath — the sight of her was nothing short of provocative.
"You came dressed like that?"
Seongdae's voice carried a hint of excitement. No matter that she was his own mother, it would have been hard for anyone to pass a purely innocent judgment on how she looked right now.
"Wh-what?"
She folded her arms over her chest as if embarrassed. Even she must have felt how blatantly Seongdae's gaze was raking over her body. A flush of red still lingered on her pale face.
"Isn't that outfit a little... too sexy?"
Seongdae's eyes had gathered now in the valley between her breasts. Her thick, meaty thighs were crossed, and a rather deep cleft had formed between them.
What if... what if that bastard figured out she wasn't wearing any panties?
With Seongdae's personality, he'd tear this whole house apart right then and there. I had to stop that from happening, no matter what.
The hem of her dress swayed and shimmered over her pale thighs, looking even more obscene. Seongdae had no idea, but I knew the flesh underneath. Her pink inner folds, weeping pale milky juices, would be hidden beneath a thatch of dark pubic hair.
Watching her sit there in front of her own son, barely covering her pussy, sent blood rushing straight into my cock — which I'd thought had gone slack.
"What's so sexy about this...?"
Her voice was trembling. She uncrossed her arms and tugged the hem of her dress down over her thighs.
Pulling the hem down only made the dress cling tighter to her body. The taut outline of her nipples stood out plainly over the swell of her breasts.
"No... I don't care if it's Dongho, that dress is way too short."
"What are you talking about? This isn't short. Mom wears this all the time."
As Seongdae's interrogation intensified, she seemed to have chosen a strategy of doubling down — going even more shameless.
"Is that so...?"
"Yeah. Seongdae, if you paid any attention to your mom at all, you'd know this is one of my favorite dresses."
That's it. That's it. Good girl. I cheered her on silently as I gripped my swelling cock.
I had to hold it together. Now was not the time.
"Hmm... alright. Anyway."
Suddenly Seongdae turned his gaze on me. I barely managed to hide the hand that had been gripping my erection.
"Hey. Jeong Dongho."
"Huh?... Yeah?"
"Let's talk for a second."
"What?"
"I said let's talk. Just the two of us."
Seongdae's suggestion came out of nowhere. Just the two of us? What the hell did he and I have to talk about? Don't tell me... had he picked up on something between her and me?
Seongdae finished speaking and walked into the inner room. He jerked his chin at me to follow.
Crazy bastard... acting like he owns the place.
I didn't like the way Seongdae was behaving, but I was satisfied that the topic had been diverted away from her. There was nothing to gain from poking at him.
I followed after Seongdae and shot her a look. Now's your chance. Get downstairs. A faint smile bloomed on her refined face, as if she were embarrassed.
Stupid bastard.
I thought it as I stared at Seongdae's back. She and I aren't the simple relationship you think we are. We're bound by nothing but pure love.
For a moment I imagined shoving my cock into her pussy right in front of Seongdae. An impossible dream — but just imagining it sent a massive rush of pleasure through me.
The door clicked shut, and only Seongdae and I were left in the room. An awkward silence hung in the air.
"You..."
"Yeah?"
"You... something going on with Suyeon?"
"Wh-what!?"
I was pretty shocked when Suyeon's name came out of Seongdae's mouth.
Don't tell me Suyeon already snitched to him... If she had, then Suyeon really was... a nasty bitch.
"It's just, Suyeon's been talking about you a lot lately."
"Su... Suyeon has?"
"Yeah. She keeps asking if I know anything about you. What you like. That kind of thing."
"Suyeon...? Why would she say that?"
"How should I know. I figured maybe something happened between you two."
His expression was growing harder. Looks like... Seongdae still didn't know what had gone down between Suyeon and me.
I pictured her sexy face sucking my cock in the playground bathroom. Those lips of hers, wrapping around my shaft and pumping back and forth... The droplets of cum that had trickled down her pale face flickered through my mind.
"No... nothing at all... What could I possibly have going on with Suyeon?"
I answered while looking him in the eye, my voice shaking. I couldn't let him find out I'd even met with Suyeon. Give this guy even the slightest opening and he'd rip me to shreds.
Seongdae stared straight into my eyes, studying my face. He was looking at me so intently it was like he was trying to see straight through to my thoughts.
"Hmm... that so?"
"Of course...! She was probably just curious. There's absolutely nothing between her and me."
"You sure? Anyway, you so much as hang around Suyeon—"
"Th-then..."
Stupid bastard. You think I don't know about your secret relationship with Suyeon? Even your mom knows about it!
One word from me and your school life is over!
That's what I wanted to say — but facing his thoroughly hardened expression, I couldn't get a single word out. He looked dead serious.
This guy... does he actually love Suyeon? More than just a business partner?
There was a huge gap between how Suyeon treated Seongdae and how Seongdae treated Suyeon. Suyeon didn't think of Seongdae as anything more than a business partner. But Seongdae seemed to genuinely consider Suyeon his girlfriend.
The door clicked open and Seongdae stepped out.
"Huuuh.... son of a bitch."
A curse burst from my mouth, but luckily he didn't seem to hear it. When I came out, the woman I loved had already gone downstairs.
I could still see traces of my cum that had dripped down the cleft of her ass, smeared across the sofa.
Tonight I was definitely going to dream about fucking her right in front of Seongdae.
After that scorching session with her, school life only grew more tedious. How could I create a chance to be alone with her... that was the only thought occupying my head.
The dismissal bell I'd been waiting for finally rang — ding-dong-dang-dong, ding-dong-dang-dong — and the kids started packing up in a hurry. They were all rushing off to their own lives: home, cram school, or plans with friends. Normally the walk back to a house where nobody was waiting would have felt heavy, but not anymore.
If I wanted even a glimpse of the woman I loved, I had to get home fast.
That was when it happened. Someone tapped me on the shoulder.
"Hey."
That haughty, ice-cold voice. It was Suyeon.
"Uh.... hey?"
The girl who never said a single word to me in front of the other kids had come all the way to my desk to talk. Seongdae's hardened expression from yesterday flashed through my mind for no reason.
"Fuck your hello."
This bitch and her attitude. She's just like Seongdae.
"Huh?... Wh-what's up?"
"It starts today. Check KakaoTalk."
"What?"
She stared at me with that cold expression, then walked away.
It starts today...
I remembered the offer she'd made when we met at the playground.
Don't tell me...?
A KakaoTalk notification chimed. On the screen was the face of the haughty girl I'd just been looking at.
A string of messages arrived from her, one after another. The content was simple.
I could practically hear her voice in that last message. She had officially designated me as her business partner.
"Fuck...."
A curse slipped from my mouth. Some unrefusable, fucked-up situation was closing in on me.
The sun was sinking low. I was pacing around with a gait so awkward anyone could tell I didn't belong.
"Hey. You made it?"
A familiar voice called from behind me. Suyeon was standing there, wearing an inscrutable smile as she looked at me.
She had on an A-line skirt that rode up over her thighs and a tight sky-blue T-shirt. Her smooth calves stretched long and lean — the kind of body that would make any man turn his head.
"Yeah... huu..."
"Why so nervous?"
"Huh? Yeah.... of course I'm nervous..."
I wanted to shove her aside and get the hell out of there right then. But if I did... my relationship with Seongdae's mom would be exposed to the whole world. I had to prevent that, no matter what.
"Pfft. You tense? You look better in regular clothes, at least."
A smile spread across her haughty face.
Fuck... you're laughing in a situation like this?
For a split second I wanted to slap her across the cheek. There she was, smiling without a clue what I was feeling. An expression you'd never find on her at school.
Fucking bitch... she's so goddamn pretty, though.
"Shall we go up?"
Suddenly she hooked her arm through mine. Instantly I felt the swell of her breasts through that tight T-shirt.
"Hhk...."
"Pfft. Why so startled? First time linking arms with a girl?"
She'd felt me flinch, and she looked at me as she said it.
Yeah... first time with a pretty bitch like you.
I remembered Suyeon's sexy face, moaning with my cock in her mouth.
"Relax."
She said it with her haughty expression back in place. No matter how I looked at it, this bitch was toying with me.
Pulled along by her arm, I slowly stepped through the motel entrance. The place we entered was an unmanned motel — no clerk in sight.
She punched a reservation number into the kiosk like she'd done it a hundred times, then grabbed the key card. Her movements were practiced. This clearly wasn't her first or second time.
"Hey. Fuck. Don't be such a pussy."
Seeing me hesitate and fumble, she immediately threw a curse my way.
"Huh? Ah.... should we really be doing this?"
"What? Did you forget our deal? Want me to call Seongdae right now?"
She pulled her phone from her pocket and waved it at me.
Fuck...
The smile on her face was downright demonic.
She and I took the elevator and stopped in front of Room 302. The thought of entering a motel room alone with her sent a pointless wave of tension through me.
The door clicked open, and the peculiar, suggestive scent of motel air freshener wafted out. That cheap smell, designed to stir up sexual pheromones, only made me more on edge.
Ha... so I really came all the way here?
She set down the handbag she'd brought, crossed her legs, and perched on the edge of the bed. Her smooth thighs were on full display beneath that short tennis skirt. Those legs, stretched so long they were almost too sleek, pulled at my gaze.
"What are you doing?"
"Huh?"
"Go wash up first."
"What?"
"Time's up. I said go wash first."
Haa... I'm fucked...
How the hell did I end up here?
A suggestive smile bloomed on her face as she looked at me.