Iseul's Secret
For the third day running, Iseul had been wearing her maid outfit every day.
She didn't live in it, but whenever she did housework, she put the maid outfit on like a uniform.
Swoosh— swoosh— swoosh—
The short, dress-length maid outfit rode up a little more each time she leaned over the dining table to wipe it down. Whenever she stretched farther to clean, the skirt hiked up until her panties were barely, tantalizingly visible.
Three days ago. Two days ago. Just yesterday.
Every time I saw her like that, my cock sprang up so hard that I ended up pouncing on her without fail, day after day.
Today looked like it would be no different.
"There's no dust. Why are you wiping?"
"Ah! You startled me…! You're up?"
"I asked why you're wiping."
"If I don't wipe every day, the dust settles."
"Then I'll help you."
"No! I can do it myself!"
"Nope. I'm helping."
"It's fine, reall— mmph!!"
You'd think she'd be used to it by now, but Iseul still jumped, sucking in a sharp breath and staring at me with wide, startled eyes.
Those big eyes soon fluttered shut, though, and a moan slipped out between her parted lips instead.
"Hah…! Master…! First thing in the morning…. Nngh!!"
I pressed her back down until she was fully bent over the table, crouched behind her, kneading her ass and stroking her thighs as I buried my nose in her fragrant panties.
Swoosh— swoosh—
I lapped at her panties with my tongue the way she'd been wiping the table with a cloth. My spit and the wetness already seeping out of her soaked the fabric in no time.
"I'm putting it in."
"Y-yes…. Haaang!!!"
I tugged her panties down to her knees and shoved my raging cock into her hot, dripping pussy.
"Nngh!! Nngh!! Haang!! Nnnngh!!"
I kneaded the soft flesh of her bouncing ass while I thrust into her.
Her moans had really changed, though. Up through three days ago there'd still been a note of pain in them. Now she sounded overwhelmed, sure—but not like it hurt.
Sliiiide—
I kept sweeping the short skirt that kept sliding back over her ass up toward her back, then let my hand keep gliding. Past her slim waist, up her back, over her shoulder, down her slender arm, across her thin wrist, over her long, pretty hand—then reverse course, sliding back up to her shoulder.
Swoosh— swoosh—
I slipped the strap off her shoulder and tugged the maid outfit down to her waist.
"Turn a little to the side."
"Like… this…? Haaang!!!"
With only one shoulder still on the table, Iseul twisted sideways. I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder and snapped my hips hard.
Her bouncing breasts rubbed against the tabletop with every thrust.
"Nice and clean, right?"
"Th-this…! This isn't cleaning…!! Haaang!!!"
"The table's probably loving it even more. Iseul's tits wiping it down for free."
"No…! That's not— Hah!! Nngh!!!"
"Ahh…!!"
"Ahnn!!"
I grabbed one of her bouncing breasts and squeezed hard as I drove my hips even faster—then pulled out and came, clean and deep, inside her belly.
Spurt!! Spurt!! Spurt!! Spurt!!
…Had I overdone it?
My balls clenched tight, and a dull ache rolled through them.
Ah… gonna need to give these a little recharge time…
After a refreshing round of morning sex, I climbed into the tub while Iseul got breakfast ready, then climbed back out.
"Aah… feels like my whole body's loosening up…."
I shocked my relaxed muscles with cold water, shook out my wet hair, and stepped into the living room.
The smell of food filled the air—but Iseul was nowhere in sight.
"Iseul~ Let's eat~ I'm hungry~ Iseul?? I'm coming in, okay?"
I opened the closed bedroom door and walked in.
And froze on the spot.
Sunlight poured through the window. Iseul sat on the white bed in nothing but pastel sky-blue underwear.
That alone would have been perfect—but the makeup on her face, something I'd never once seen on her before, was so beautiful I couldn't even find words.
"All done washing up?"
"……"
"Eunho oppa?"
"……"
What the hell?
My heart was hammering. After days of doing every filthy thing imaginable with her, the sight of Iseul calling me oppa with that soft little smile made my chest feel ready to burst.
Do I… like Iseul…?
"Eunho oppa…? Are you okay…? Does something hurt??"
"Ah—no… I'm fine…."
"Hm??"
Even the way she tilted her head a little was ridiculously cute.
I was losing it.
Twitch!!!
And why the hell was this thing reacting again?!
"Uh…? Uh-uh…??"
"Uh??"
"Kyaaah!!! Get out right now!!!!"
"Whoa!!"
Iseul glanced down at herself, then between me and her own body, and screamed as she hurled a pillow.
Whump!!
Strike. The flying pillow hit me square in the face and shoved me out through the open door.
Come on—we'd done everything for days!
Seen everything there was to see, done everything there was to do!
And she was throwing pillows over being in her underwear?!
"Augh…"
I picked the pillow up off the floor, hugged it to my chest, and waited by the door. Eventually Iseul opened it and stepped out.
And I froze all over again.
"……"
"……"
Wow…. She was so pretty.
It was only light makeup. She barely looked different from bare-faced. And still, it felt like a goddess was standing right in front of me.
"Does it look weird…?"
"No. You're gorgeous."
"Haa… thank goodness…"
"Sniff sniff."
"Hm?"
She'd even put on perfume.
And her clothes were ridiculously cute. A black dress freckled with tiny white dots, paired with an oversized white shirt worn like a jacket.
It shouldn't have worked—but didn't they say the face completes the outfit? She looked like she'd stepped straight out of a fashion magazine.
A little short for a model, sure—early 160s—but her face was so small the proportions were unfair.
Still, I was curious.
Why the sudden full glam?
"Are we going somewhere?"
"Huh??"
"I mean… you got all dressed up…"
"Ah… I have plans."
"Plans? What plans?"
"That's a secret…"
"……"
A secret? A secret?
Ha. Unbelievable.
Who the hell was she meeting that it had to be a secret?
Wearing the makeup I'd bought her, spraying the perfume I'd bought her, dressed in the clothes I'd bought her—
And it was a secret from me?
"Well then, I'm off~"
"Yeah. Be careful."
I answered like I was too busy eating to care, but my narrowed eyes stayed locked on Iseul as she walked toward the front door.
No—before I knew it, my body had bolted out after her.
"Hup!!"
"Hm…?"
"……"
Whew… almost got caught.
Wait—why am I even tailing her?!
No. I wasn't tailing her.
I'd just been eating and suddenly felt like taking a walk. That was all.
I was absolutely not following Iseul….
"Huh?? Where'd she go?!"
I'd ducked behind a parked car for a second, and in that blink Iseul had vanished.
I ran up and down the street and still couldn't find her.
In the end I went home and waited. Iseul didn't come back until evening.
"I'll get dinner ready right away!"
"……"
She looked… happy?
She dashed into her room, came out in her maid outfit, and started prepping dinner while humming under her breath.
It bothered me.
Why was she in such a good mood?
"You look happy."
"Do I?"
"Yeah. Who'd you meet that put you in such a good mood?"
"Hmm…. That's a secret~ Heehee."
"……"
A secret again?
Hah… she was poking my competitive streak now.
"Iseul."
"Yes?"
"Want to go jogging together tomorrow morning?"
"In the morning?? Morning doesn't work for me….. Let's do evening!"
"So you're going out again tomorrow? More plans?"
"Yes…"
Going out again tomorrow, huh?
Fine. Keep your secret.
I'd dig it up myself.
Come morning, Iseul put on pretty makeup again, dressed up cute, said she'd be back later, and left the house.
Yesterday I'd charged out unprepared and failed spectacularly. Today was different.
I was fully geared up as I tailed her.
Cap, mask, and sunglasses on top of that—I could stick a little closer without worrying as much.
"Whee~ whee-whee~ whee~"
"Hm??"
"Whee-whee… whee…."
I whistled and played it cool.
Iseul glanced back, tilted her head, and—apparently not recognizing me—kept walking the way she'd been going.
"……"
"……"
I blended into the crowd waiting at the crosswalk and kept my eyes on her.
Iseul was so glued to her phone she only started moving once everyone else was already crossing.
Who's she texting so hard she doesn't even notice the light change?
If she keeps zoning out like that and gets in an accident…
BEEEEEP!!!!!
I was the one who got in the accident.
"Whoa!!!"
"Aaaah!!!"
A motorcycle swerved hard and clipped me; I went sprawling.
"Augh…!! What kind of maniac runs a green light…."
"Eunho oppa…?"
"……"
What? When did she get here?
Iseul was bent at the waist, looking down at me. I hurriedly turned my face away, scooped my fallen cap and sunglasses off the ground, jammed them back on, and stood up.
"You've got the wrong person."
"……"
"Uh—are you okay…? I was in a hurry and…"
Okay?! If it hadn't been for Iseul, I'd have called the cops on the spot. But with her staring at my face like that, I had to wrap it up fast.
"Be more careful next time!"
"W-wait! The hospital…"
I bolted. And just like that, today's tailing job also ended in a pathetic failure.
Day three. I decided to tail her more carefully this time.
And then—who the hell was this person…!!
"Excuse me. You have such a kind face—would you mind talking with me for a moment?"
This woman!
My whole face was covered—what kind face was she even seeing?!
"Go away…! Stop bothering me…!!"
"Please, just a moment—I have something wonderful to share…."
"Hm??"
"Let's go!"
"Huh??"
"You said you wanted to talk…! So let's go…!!"
"Wonderful. I'll take you to where our brothers and sisters are. Right this way."
Iseul had looked back. I had no choice.
I followed the "Do you know the Way?" cult recruiters, and somehow ended up climbing into the car they'd prepared.
And then I lived through the most nightmarish stretch of time in my entire life.
"Aaaagh!!!! Hah…! Hah…! Even nightmares shouldn't be this bad…!!"
I woke up from a dream of singing hymns at the cult compound they'd dragged me to yesterday.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead and headed out to the living room. The smell of good food greeted me again today.
"Did you have a nightmare??"
"Ah… kind of…. So are you going out again today?"
"Yes."
"Huu… aren't you supposed to be studying?"
"Ah… well… I study in the evenings and early mornings…"
"Other people study day and night. And they still fail the exam."
"I-I'll work hard…"
Iseul hung her head, dithered like she might head to her room, and ended up dropping the little bag in her hand.
Clatter—
What was all that?
Tiny business cards spilled out of the bag in a cascade. At a glance there had to be at least twenty of them.
What the hell had she been doing to collect that many cards?
Swoosh—
"Ah—don't!!"
"……"
The second I reached for one, Iseul yelped, frantically scooped the cards up, and stuffed them back into the bag.
"What kind of cards are those?"
"It's nothing! I'm throwing them all away! W-well then…"
"……"
Flustered to the core, Iseul bobbed her head in a bow and bolted out of the house.
Even more suspicious now.
What on earth was she up to?
But Iseul had missed one thing.
One card that had slid under the sofa.
Swoosh—
I dropped flat to the floor, pulled it out, and checked it.
Art Company
"Art Company? What kind of place is this?"