The Virtuous Married Woman's Transgression (2)
My heart was hammering as I waited for a woman who still hadn't arrived. No matter that I was doing this for the person I loved — what I was about to attempt was genuinely dangerous.
I had to appear once more in front of a woman who had cheated on her family, and put an unreasonable demand in her hands. On top of that, she was a schoolteacher.
It was the weekend, but the motel tucked down a back alley sat nearly empty. I booked a short-stay and went up to the room, and a familiar smell greeted me the moment I stepped inside. The cheap air freshener saturating the place was exactly as it had been the last time.
I sent her the room number, then pulled out a drink and took a sip. The appointed time was almost here. Part of me wanted to bolt from this room right then and there...
But the face of the woman I loved flickered behind my eyes, and I forced myself to stay put.
The doorbell rang at exactly the appointed hour.
"Hoo..."
I drew a slow breath and opened the motel room door, praying that everything I wanted today would go my way.
The lock clicked. The door swung open, and she slowly came into view.
"You came...? Hoo..."
She was the very picture of a proper married woman in her mid-to-late thirties. Unlike last time — a white shirt and a loose black skirt — her outfit today was considerably bolder.
Black wide-leg slacks covered the tops of her flat-shoed feet, and a white T-shirt clung to her upper body, plastered against every curve of her voluptuous figure. The slacks couldn't quite conceal the fullness of her lower half. The flare of her hips along that narrow waist, and the generous swell of her ass, were traced in plain relief by the cut of the fabric.
"Ah... hello."
Her voice trembled as she greeted me; the whole situation clearly sat wrong with her.
"Yeah. Come inside first."
I guided her toward the chair I'd prepared. Last time, I had stood her in front of that same chair and fucked her ass until she couldn't stand straight. The image of her — body flushed red, eagerly taking my cock — overlapped with the woman standing in front of me now.
She set down her handbag and looked at me slowly.
With her long hair tied neatly back and her bangs left down, she looked a little younger. The earlobes flushed red against her pale skin gave away how nervous she was. She was waiting for me to speak.
"Um... first of all, I'm sorry for calling you out of nowhere. And thank you for coming."
"...Yes. I was pretty shocked, too."
"Yeah. I figured you would be. The reason I asked you here is..."
I explained the situation slowly, careful not to rattle her. I told her about Seongdae — tied to a madam named Suyeon and working sex jobs — and about his mother's plea to get him out.
She listened in silence the entire time, looking straight into my eyes. I laid it out for her quietly, the way a student might sit in a counseling office and open up to a schoolteacher.
"...So what is it you want me to do?"
"I want you to meet Seongdae without Suyeon knowing, and talk him into leaving."
"What?"
She was thrown, just as I'd expected. She herself was one of the clients who hired a seonsu from the escort service. Asking a woman who'd come looking for her own transgression to go persuade a different seonsu was bound to sound strange.
She sat with it for a long time, turning the situation over in her mind. Her pale face was more flushed than it had been a moment ago.
"I... I don't think I can do what you're asking."
After all that deliberation, she turned me down. I'd expected it, but hearing the refusal still drained the strength right out of me.
"What? This is really important. Please, just help me this once."
"I'm sorry, and I know the situation is terrible, but I don't want to be tangled up in this any further. I'm sorry."
"Please... this is the only thing I can do."
"I'm sorry. And don't contact me again. If you do, I'll file a complaint."
I begged her in a desperate voice, but she cut my request down in a single stroke, her tone as crisp and decisive as a teacher's. Then she picked up her bag and started to rise from her seat.
I couldn't let it end here. If I stopped now, there would be no getting Seongdae out. And more than anything, that word she'd used — complaint — sat wrong with me.
If Suyeon found out I'd met with her... it would blow up into something far worse. That much was obvious.
"W-wait!"
I called her back in a rush.
"What is it...?"
"If you turn me down... it's not like that works out well for you either."
Maybe I was just that desperate. Words I hadn't planned on saying came tumbling out of my mouth. To her, they would have sounded like a half-threat.
"...What?"
"I said it won't go well for you either. Aren't you supposed to save a student in danger? You're a schoolteacher, aren't you?"
"What...? Wh-what are you..."
Her large eyes were trembling badly. Her pale skin had flushed even redder.
"I know you're a teacher."
"...How did you..."
"That? Well. In due time. But does your family know you came here today?"
Without quite meaning to, I was tightening the screws, threatening her more and more. That's how urgent this was — whether this worked or not would decide whether I could keep my relationship with the woman I loved.
I was prepared to eliminate anything that stood in the way of protecting what she and I had. No matter who it was.
"Sit back down."
My tone had already turned coercive. Her body seemed to tremble slightly, but she slowly settled back into the chair.
"...What do you want?"
Something wet seemed to gather in her eyes. The moment tears welled in the eyes of this elegant, proper married woman, a heat I couldn't name climbed up through my groin.
"Persuade Seongdae. That's all I need."
"And if I refuse...?"
The instant I finished speaking, her upper body folded forward and she buried her face. Her shoulders shook as if tears were spilling from her eyes.
What...? Is she crying?
She was a composed, proper schoolteacher — but before that, she was a wife and a mother. If her relationship with me came to light, her entire life could come crashing down.
She kept her head down, face buried, and cried. For a moment I thought I could see the bra cupping her full breasts through the neck of her T-shirt, but I pulled my gaze away.
"Don't cry. If you do what I ask, it won't come to that."
I moved slowly to her side. From above, the curves of her body were laid out in full. That narrow waist and the flare of her hips sent blood rushing straight to my cock.
"Hic... hic..."
I slowly laid my palm on her back and began to pat her. Her hot breath seemed to travel up through my fingers.
When a woman cries... what the hell are you supposed to do?
Nobody had ever taught me that. I just kept stroking her back, feeling the soft give of it under my hand.
"Don't do this..."
She slowly lifted her head and looked at me. Tears clung to her large eyes.
"Yeah. As long as you listen to me."
"Hic... what am I supposed to do...?"
Watching her cry sent a rush of excitement I couldn't name climbing through my groin. By now the thing standing stiff against my waistband would have been visible to her as well.
As long as I held her weakness, she was completely mine — at least for the time being.
I said nothing, just stroked her hand. Those long, slender fingers against that pale skin only wound me up further.
For a moment I pictured those same hands wrapped around my cock, hard and fully erect.
The desire to make her mine surged up, unmistakable.
"Over here."
I took her hand and stood, guiding her to one side of the bed. Through her T-shirt, the fullness of her breasts caught my eye. Her red lips, parted slightly, were letting out hot little breaths.
"Mmh..."
I slowly laid my lips over hers. The tear tracks were still wet on her eyes, but I paid them no mind. If anything, the sound of her hot, uneven breathing only made my cock throb harder.
"Why... why are you doing this..."
The moment my mouth covered hers, she pulled her face back and spoke.
"Stay still."
But there was no reining in a desire that had already been set in motion, twitching and restless. I caught her flushed face in my hands and kissed her again.
"Nnh..."
A hot breath spilled from between her red lips. My tongue slowly pushed into the slight parting of her mouth.
Her body flinched for a moment, but then she began to accept the kiss. The instant the tip of my tongue found hers — sweet — even more blood surged into a cock that was already standing rigid.
"Mmh... hh..."
"Hah..."
Hot breath spilled from my mouth as well, teasing her further. The tremor in her body traveled straight to my fingertips.
I eased her down onto the bed. As her body tipped back, those full breasts swayed with the motion.
The fingers that had been holding her face began to slide down the smooth line of her throat, slipping inside her T-shirt.
"Hah..."
Under my hands, she was no longer just breathing. She was moaning — hot, broken sounds.