Not an Affair—It's Work (2)
So it was late Saturday afternoon.
I'd nearly reached the address Han Minah had given me and was waiting a moment when someone knocked on the passenger-side window.
Knock knock—
I cracked the window just enough for her to confirm it was my car, and then she opened the passenger door.
"This is the first time we've seen each other on a weekend, Woojin."
"It is, isn't it. I'm sorry, Team Leader. I'm fine with it, but I feel bad dragging you out on a Saturday too…"
"No, it's fine. It's not like there's anything waiting for me at home anyway… I'm just there by myself."
Thud—
Han Minah shut the passenger door with a smile that somehow made whoever saw it feel better just for looking at it.
For a moment, while she buckled her seatbelt, I took her in.
Early March. The weather was still chilly, and she was wearing a soft ivory off-shoulder blouse, a black skirt that hugged her hips and fell just past the knee, and a khaki cardigan.
Han Minah was the living definition of a gorgeous married woman.
"Shall we go?"
"Ah—yes."
Even with all the confidence the HR Management App had given me, she still made me flinch for a second.
Get it together.
I pulled out and headed from Seoul back toward Anyang.
"Woojin, what do you usually do on weekends?"
"On weekends I pretty much just stay home."
"What about friends?"
"I mean… I have friends, sure. But you know how it is, Team Leader—once everyone gets older and finds jobs, people scatter."
"Ah… that's true."
"One guy's down in Busan, another one left the country entirely, and another one's living out in Gangwon-do. So we only ever run into each other by pure chance."
Maybe the drive was boring her, because Han Minah kept asking about my weekend routine.
I'd answered, so now it was my turn to ask—
"I'm in a similar situation, honestly. I'm a little older than you, so most of my friends have already settled into their lives for a while now."
…Except she started telling me about her own emptiness before I could even get the question out.
"And my husband's working on the weekends too, I don't really have any hobbies… so I usually end up home alone as well."
I wasn't sure if I was imagining it, but the way she said it almost felt like she was angling for more "exams" going forward.
And sure enough—
"Even just once in a while is fine. If you're ever bored eating alone, Woojin, just text me. It's nicer to grab a meal together, right?"
There it was—something that sounded an awful lot like flirting.
Of course, we hadn't slept together yet, so for now the line was nothing more than a feeler.
If today's encounter left her satisfied, Han Minah would start seeking me out aggressively. If it didn't… well, then it would literally just be a meal and a goodbye.
But I had no intention of letting it end there.
"Wouldn't it be a little dull if we just ate and went our separate ways?"
"Hmm?"
"If you're going to the trouble of having a meal with me, you might as well clear the whole day. I'll make sure you don't get bored, Team Leader."
I was confident she wouldn't turn me down.
We arrived in Anyang together, but we didn't head straight to my place.
We stopped first at a supermarket near my apartment to pick up the ingredients for the kimchi jjigae she'd promised to make.
The most important thing was the pork, so we chose that first.
"You have kimchi at home, right?"
"Yeah—my mom sent some."
"Sour kimchi would be perfect…"
"Yep, it's sour. The kind that's incredible with ramyeon."
"Perfect."
Beyond that… there wasn't really anything else we needed.
In the end we bought a ridiculous amount of pork—nearly a full kilo—and got back in the car with it.
On the drive home, Han Minah let out a long breath.
"…God. I honestly can't remember the last time I had dinner with someone else."
She was airing her grievances about her husband.
"Is it really that hard to see him?"
"It is. Still, it's not like he's cheating or anything, and I know he's out there making money, so I can't really complain…"
"So you basically sleep alone most nights?"
"Our bedtimes and wake-up times are a little different. We share a bed, but… it's basically the same as sleeping alone."
And I knew full well that this kind of talk was the on-ramp to her frustrations about their sex life.
"Then you two must barely ever do it."
"We don't. I don't even know how long it's been…"
"What about weekends? Don't you at least have a little more time then?"
"Weekends don't work either. The kind of job he has doesn't come with weekends."
I floated the subject lightly, and Han Minah confessed to her sexless marriage without a trace of awkwardness.
I took the opening and focused entirely on gathering "information"—without laying a single hand on her yet.
The information I meant was, of course, everything about Han Minah in bed. And that kind of intel inevitably came packaged with details about her husband as well.
Size. Frequency. Preferences.
And then—
"Mmm…"
"Honestly… it's not like I came out today to have an affair with you, Woojin. I came because of the promotion."
"Of course. This is a promotion exam."
"But… even knowing that, I can't help getting a little excited."
I could already conclude that I outclassed her husband in every single category.
And not by a little—by a crushing, almost absurd margin.
A satisfied smile tugged at my mouth as I parked in front of my building, killed the engine, and unbuckled my seatbelt.
The retracting belt slapped against Han Minah's chest and set it swaying. I watched it happen, then got out of the car and walked inside with her.
Han Minah glanced around the apartment.
"Hmm. You keep the place pretty neat, Woojin."
"I live alone. The second I let my guard down it turns into a disaster, so I make a point of keeping it clean."
"I can tell."
She gave me a soft smile and carried the pork into the kitchen.
"I'll get started right away. Oh—what about rice, Woojin?"
"I've got instant rice. We'll have to make do with that."
"You don't have regular rice?"
"Rice, uh… yeah. Cooking it and dealing with all that is kind of a hassle, so I just… get by on the instant stuff."
"That's not okay, Woojin. You should cook real rice whenever you can. Instant rice might be cheap in bulk, but it's still ridiculously expensive."
She scolded me in the exact tone of the ideal older sister.
"What—I've got a rice cooker."
"Having one and using it are two different things when you're too lazy…"
"No excuses, Woojin. You know this. You cook a batch in the cooker, portion it out, freeze it, and just microwave it when you need it."
Straight-up nagging.
But far from annoying me, I could feel how much affection was packed into every word of it.
"Okay then—kimchi, Woojin?"
"I'll grab it for you. One second."
"And a pot is… over here, right?"
"Yeah."
"Found the pot."
Moving around the same space with Han Minah felt so much like newlywed life that I couldn't help feeling good about it.
For a moment, watching her back as she sliced the kimchi I'd handed her, I wondered what it would feel like to be married to a woman like that.
Well… obviously it would feel great.
Which meant I envied her husband—and not long after that, the envy flipped into a sense of superiority.
Tough luck for the guy, but I was the one who got to do whatever I wanted with a woman like Han Minah.
"Mmm, this kimchi is incredible. If we make jjigae with this, it's going to taste amazing. Where's this from? Did your mom make it?"
"Yeah. My mom made it."
"This is… seriously so good. Can I ask you for one tiny favor, Woojin?"
"What is it?"
"Ask your mom if I can have a little of this kimchi."
Han Minah turned toward me where I sat at the table and smiled with pure, shameless charm.
"Sure. I'll ask her."
"Ah, wonderful."
She looked like she genuinely meant it. She flashed me a quick eye-smile, then turned back to the pot and added the kimchi.
She washed the seasoning off her hands carefully and started stir-frying the kimchi with a silicone spatula, and the whole apartment filled with a smell that made me crave soju for no good reason.
The thought of drinking made me briefly consider having a light drink with her… but no.
Maybe once we were closer. For our first time, I wanted to see everything sober—and remember all of it.
Han Minah's face at climax.
Her shaking breasts.
Her rolling hips.
And the way her pussy would drip with slick. I wanted every bit of it burned into my memory while I was stone-cold sober.
"Woojin, can you heat up the rice?"
"Yes, ma'am."
As the stew was nearing completion, I followed her instructions and put two packs of instant rice in the microwave.
But since I was already on my feet, I set the microwave for three minutes and quietly stepped up behind her.
Han Minah must have sensed me there, because she smiled softly and shifted her weight just slightly back toward me.
"……"
"……"
What was I supposed to do with Han Minah resting the back of her head against my chest?
I answered her little fox-game in kind, slipping my arms lightly around her just beneath her breasts.
Then I dipped my head and buried my nose in her hair…
"Sniiiff…"
"What are you—what are you doing, Woojin."
"Just because?"
She scolded me lightly for smelling her.
It wasn't embarrassment or irritation so much as the playful atmosphere of a newlywed couple teasing each other.
But the playful mood only lasted a moment…
"……"
"……"
And then it went quiet again.
We stayed in that same pressed-together position, though, and because of that…
Pressss…
Holding her from behind like this, with her scent filling my head, my cock hardened and dug firmly into the small of her back.
Whether she registered my size from that simple contact or not—
"Hnn…"
—Han Minah narrowed her eyes slightly and looked back at me.
But unlike earlier, when she'd only glanced and turned forward again, this time she kept her eyes locked on my face.
"……"
"……"
I didn't look away either. I studied her face piece by piece, committing every detail to memory.
This close, Han Minah's face was beautiful enough to make it obvious why someone had married her.
Big, adorable puppy-dog eyes.
The soft upward curve at the corners of her mouth.
Hair loosely tied at the nape of her neck.
And then… not her face, but if I dropped my gaze even a little, those breasts so full they nearly blocked the view below.
Han Minah noticed my eyes drifting toward her chest. With the easy composure of an older woman who knew exactly what she was doing, she smiled and asked—
"…Do you like them big, Woojin?"
"I do. And you like them big too… don't you, Team Leader."
"Mmm, not really. I wouldn't say I particularly like them big."
She was playing coy now, lying about her own preferences.
"Is that so? Then you're probably not going to enjoy doing it with me very much."
"Well, either way. It's not like I'm doing this with you because I want to enjoy it—it's for the promotion exam. So it doesn't matter. I'm more worried about you, honestly."
"Why me?"
"You said you like big ones, Woojin…"
Boldly, Han Minah took one of my hands from beneath her breasts and set it squarely on top of one.
And she didn't stop there.
She laid her own hand over mine and pressed down lightly, so that my hand naturally—
Squeeze…
"If you think about it, this is exactly your type, isn't it."
—closed around her breast.