43. So Yu-na's Manager Han Jeong-ah (29, Fiancée) – Five Years Deep in Love♥
Han Jeong-ah isn't lying about being busy.
"That should do it. Good work, everyone."
"Thank you, Manager. You too."
She shakes hands one last time in the company conference room before parting ways. They've just sealed a major advertising contract for adult products—a hefty sum that required meticulous review and ate up hours. It's a proud achievement worth bragging about, but it does little to ease her burdens. Tomorrow, she has to visit the manufacturer for a pre-review of Yu-na's merchandise. The day after, it's brainstorming meetings.
All of this was my idea, after all.
No manager matches Han Jeong-ah's passion and hustle. Maybe it's her failed broadcasting stint, but she's obsessive about work, grabbing every opportunity she can while the iron's hot. Popularity fades—who knows when?—so she paddles furiously whether the tide's coming in or not.
"Eutcha!"
Stepping out of the building, she stretches under the night skyline. She pulls her phone from her bag and checks Messenger. A KakaoTalk popped up during the meeting—one she'd completely forgotten about.
After five years together, surprises have given way to straightforward plans. They're basically family without the marriage license—no secrets between them. But this promise with someone so precious? It's one she can't ignore. And honestly, she's not expecting much from it anyway.
Has it really been that long already? Five years with her boyfriend. She gazes at the engagement ring on her finger under the night sky. It's not pure joy—more a bittersweet tangle.
*
"Haa... haa... whoo!"
Her boyfriend, straddling her, breathes heavily as he collapses. Sweat beads on his forehead, his exhales thick and ragged.
Choi Seong-won. Han Jeong-ah's fiancé of five years. They started dating around university graduation, when she kicked off her manager gig, and it's held steady ever since. Their personalities mesh well enough, and maybe that easy comfort is why it's lasted.
Post-sex chit-chat is brief.
"Sorry, I wanted to do an overseas trip, but work's been crazy lately."
"No, tonight was perfect..."
She hugs him tight, reassuring him like a doting girlfriend. Everything checks out: delicious food, wine that suited her palate, stunning hotel views, even the in-room massage felt divine. His bedroom skills were solid too, all his effort shining through.
But as their bodies intertwined, intrusive images kept shattering her immersion. His size—above average, sure—only invited comparisons. Still, the flow leads to curling up in his arms and drifting off.
"Kuu... kuu..."
"......"
Once he's out cold, Han Jeong-ah slips away after double-checking. She tiptoes to avoid noise, locks the bathroom door, and grabs her phone.
"Hoo..."
She sighs at the pristine ceiling, clad only in red lingerie, perching on the toilet.
It keeps popping up...
She can't hold back. During sex with her boyfriend, Chae Seon-woo haunted her thoughts. A sturdy detective breeding in the animal kingdom, mating fiercely with females. Compared to that, her boyfriend's efforts felt like child's play. That vivid imprint clings to her brain, unshakeable.
She retreated here to confront her true feelings head-on.
Gold Lion TV, right...
She opens the Puff TV app and types rapidly. One tap, and a plain channel loads—no flashy logo, but hefty followers and replay views. The debut video hit 300k; live streams push it higher. Only this guy launched with numbers like that.
Her finger hovers over play. Choi Seong-won sleeps in the next room. Hitting it feels like betraying his efforts tonight. But she's at her limit. She's watched it twice already, and that thing won't leave her head. Curiosity burns. She can't lie to herself anymore.
Latest one, maybe...
The full paid video costs a pretty penny, but she pays without hesitation. It opens with hunting footage—street views dominate the intro, more awkward rejections than heat. Girls brush him off, kindergarteners swarm thinking he's a mascot, high schoolers pick fights. Funny, but not why she's here. She skips ahead.
『Haaaang♥』
"Eek!"
Midway, nude flesh explodes on screen with a massive moan. She slams pause and mutes it fast.
......
She holds her breath, listening—blissfully, he's still snoring. Relieved, she resumes, eyes wide and glued.
The man's face is mosaicked, but his brown wavy-haired partner is clear. Gold Lion mask looms behind, pinning her shoulders, slamming her hips aggressively.
......Way bigger, no doubt. That thickness ravages her greedily.
『Hey, no cumming without me.』
『B-But... how many times already...♥』
『You promised on the street to make it feel good. I'm paying top dollar, so work those hips!』
『I-I don't need the money, just a quick break...』
『I'm balls-deep and you wanna break? Where's the time for that! Urgh!』
『Heeeek!』
Gold Lion grinds in harder, brutal. It's him, unmistakably—voice distorted by software, but the size, the talk, all match. The street-picked girl has modest tits but a killer slender waist. Mosaic hides her face, but the fragments almost look like she's grinning. Just like Yu-na back then.
"Ah... mmph..."
Same urge as before. She rubs her thighs together instinctively. Free hand slips under her panties, fingers teasing her entrance.
『Alright, I'm close too—hang in there just this once!』
『Hng... it's coming, signal's here again!』
『Cum all you want! I'll fuck this pussy till your phone battery dies!』
『Coming, comingggg♥』
The video ramps up; Chae Seon-woo pistons wildly. He bites, licks, marks the exhausted woman everywhere. The motel bed shakes; her lower half gushes like rain. No fakes or scripts here—observational camera, one-take, relentless. Monkey-level stamina leaves 2 hours 27 minutes remaining.
"Ah... hng...♥"
Imagining herself as that woman, she rubs her clit with index and middle fingers. And so, on her five-year anniversary, Han Jeong-ah spends it masturbating in the hotel bathroom to Gold Lion TV.
***
Days later.
Chae Seon-woo reaches out again; they set a meet. She sits across from him, first to arrive, staring blankly like she's entranced.
"Um... is there something on my face?"
"Huh? ...Ahem! N-No, nothing."
Han Jeong-ah flushes beet red. Since that night, she falls asleep to his streams every evening. They haunt her, keeping sleep at bay until she cues up the hunting vids. Raw, animalistic sex. Naturally, she fingers herself too—three digits deep, clutching her breasts, battling insatiable lust. Gripping pillows through long nights.
No wonder he looks even more striking now. Just seeing his face makes her heart pound like she's in love.
"Thanks for making time despite your busy schedule."
"No problem... What's this about?"
"Same as before. No one else in the biz I can ask, so... haha."
Chae Seon-woo grins slyly. He seems more relaxed today. That again... She hides her disappointment, drawing a firm line.
"I told you. I'm Yu-na's manager."
"Fine... let's go see Yu-na then."
"I ordered no-contact till I say so, didn't I?"
"Why follow that? Two consenting adults meeting up. You're not blood or legal guardian."
"......Are you threatening me?"
Technically, yeah. She has no grounds to block them. Police threats are bluffs—calling them would just complicate things without punishing him. Unless he lies under oath on purpose.
But countermeasures abound. Her bond with Yu-na could stonewall him easy. Instead, a wild, perverse idea sparks—fueled by all those videos.
"Well... then,"
How many times has she watched? Her mind conjures the unthinkable. Sane Han Jeong-ah would never. Reason screams no, but her racing heart won't obey. She bites her lip like stifling a sneeze, glances at her ring...
And spits it out.
"Wh-Why not meet with me instead?"
"Pardon? With you, Manager?"
"Yu-na's swamped, so I'll... stand in for her..."
She trails off, letting imagination fill the blanks. Lips bitten raw. It's done. Humiliation surges, ears burning. She wants to bash her head against the café pillar.
How will he react? Shoulders hunched girlishly, she peeks at him.
Chae Seon-woo laughs. Leisurely, like he'd anticipated it, beaming.
"You'll sub in? Why?"
"B-Because... if I don't, you'll pester Yu-na..."
"Even so, that's going above and beyond."
"For Yu-na... she's got shoots lined up today too..."
"Hmm..."
He drags it out like he's pondering, savoring her peak embarrassment. Straightens a perfectly fine straw in his Americano, fiddles with his phone. Buys time with pointless moves. She's squirming; he's chill.
Finally: "I wanna do Yu-na."
Cold rejection. It crushes her. Flashback hits: her broadcasting naivety, meeting So Yu-na, the visual shock of an insurmountable wall. She'd made that mistake already—arrogant to think she could sub now.
Head down, she tastes the cost of hubris.
But Chae Seon-woo lightens the mood, wrapping her in reassurance.
"Hey, no need to look so grave. Just kidding."
".........Kidding?"
"Yeah. Truth is, I'm into you. Those glasses scream smart, and your face, that ass—gorgeous."
"No flattery. Not my style..."
"No cap. You're stunning. Nearly lost it over that sheer stocking last time and this skirt."
She glances down at her skirt. Diet-sculpted legs, curvaceous hips—yeah, they're pretty.
"Stared at your ass the whole walk... almost grabbed it on impulse."
"......R-Really? ♥"
Sexual harassment, basically. Yet it melts her like ice cream. Thrilling that he finds her desirable, her insides quiver with joy.
But the proposal hangs. He brushed off the joke without yes or no. Wanting clarity, he leans in, whispering:
"Thing is, I like things clear-cut. Do you wanna do it with me, Manager?"
"That's not..."
"If no, I'm out. Be straight: you wanna?"
He presses, cornering her. Fingers fidget; her sharp gaze softens.
"......Yes♥"
Straightforward, vulgar. But it clears her soul. Rejecting him? Impossible. Now she gets why that scene burned in: that cock, this dominance—womanly instinct craves him. Nothing more.
Grinning ear-to-ear at her answer, Chae Seon-woo stands, closes in. They walk side-by-side like lovers, silent. He claims her waist possessively, male lion with his female. They stroll the street, hit the motel lobby naturally—his hand groping her ass as they check in. Han Jeong-ah's engagement ring glints on her finger.