64. A Beast That Knows How to Repay Favors
"...Fans who bought merch and the signing event, outdoor cosplay shoot for the game the next day, group anime viewing on the weekend. The rest is regular streams."
"Hiiing... That's too much."
At So Yu-na's apartment. As I recite her entire schedule for the week to Yu-na, who's plopped in her gaming chair, she flops forward like she's already exhausted just hearing it. She face-plants onto her streaming desk, her massive tits acting like perfect cushions to prop her up. She used to love this packed subculture grind, but now her interest has fizzled—she looks totally indifferent.
"You said you'd do fifty streams a month. I cleared next week to be chill, so tough it out till then."
"Yeees..."
Even while talking to me, her mind's elsewhere. Her satisfaction and drive for work have tanked lately. And the reason... well, it's gotta be that.
I adjust my horn-rimmed glasses and probe. "You still meeting up with him these days?"
She flinches at my fishing. I didn't even name names, but "W-What? Who? Oppa Seon-woo? No way~ Hehe..." She babbles and confesses on her own. She's already shrinking back, scared I'll scold her any second.
I'm not her real mom—I don't wanna nag every day. "Don't worry. You've been good, so I won't hassle you anymore. Just don't get caught, keep your promises, and you can meet up—no complaints from me."
"Really?!"
Her babyface lights up with joy, and she sighs in relief, clutching her chest. "Phew... Truth is, he drops by sometimes. Says he fills up my motivation♥ I felt guilty keeping it from noona all week—feels so much better now!"
"Yeah, yeah..."
Yu-na beams innocently, all bubbly and pure. Meanwhile, a bitter tang lingers on my face. Why? 'Cause she hasn't hit me up once.
She said she'd contact me, but radio silence. And yet she's been sneaking off with Yu-na? It stabs deep into my inferiority complex.
Of course it'd be more fun hanging with Yu-na...
I'm just not attractive enough—self-deprecation hits again. Yu-na's just a tough nut to crack, but ever since that day, Han Jeong-ah's been parched for Chae Seon-woo's attention.
Frankly, Han Jeong-ah's lament is kinda funny. She's engaged, yet pining for contact from a guy she's only fucked once. Five years dating her fiancé? This is straight-up adultery.
Of course, she feels a twinge of guilt. But it doesn't last. Time with her boyfriend is just dull routine now—obligatory, whether she likes it or not. Chae Seon-woo, though? He's that one drop of dew soothing her parched life. Only when they're tangled up does she forget the annoying marriage crap and work headaches. Pleasure soaks away the stress.
Right on cue, the phone in her hand buzzes. Thinking of him brings a signal—she checks with a flicker of hope... but deflates.
Her fiancé, Choi Seong-won. Already bummed, the content twists the knife: wedding talk, family meetings. He's starting to bring this shit up more.
God knows what she was thinking accepting his proposal. Probably nothing.
She sighs, but it buzzes again. Not him this time. Chae Seon-woo... sent a KakaoTalk in their 1:1 chat.
He's here...♥
Her heart leaps inside, but she holds it down. Tiny vibrations from her fingers as she types back meticulously, calm and composed like always. She exhales in bliss. Wasn't even this girly when she first started dating her boyfriend.
Savoring the afterglow, she sneaks a glance at So Yu-na at the desk. Curiosity piqued, she asks, "Hey, Yu-na."
"Yeah?"
"Any messages pop up in Messenger right now...?"
"Hm? Messenger?"
Yu-na pulls her phone to the desk, taps away, scrolls up and down, tilts her head. "Huh... Nothing here?"
"R-Really?"
At Yu-na's innocent reply, Han Jeong-ah clenches her fist. Sealed: a secret rendezvous with Chae Seon-woo, just the two of them. For the first time, she feels like she won.
They agree to meet at his new house. Once the plans locked in, the first place Han Jeong-ah hit was a fancy lingerie boutique. From the slutty options, she picked a style she'd never wear normally.
Reason? Obvious. She wanted to look hot. For Chae Seon-woo.
"So think of the living room as a filming set—that's why the bed's on the first floor."
"I see..."
"The other rooms could be guest rooms, and this spare one's tricky..."
But expectations shatter the second she arrives. He invited her to repay the favor—gushes about how she made things smooth, praises her to the skies. Lavish spread on the table, "modest" department store gift. Now touring the house, hints slip out: more help wanted down the line.
He trusts her killer producing skills, craves top-tier advice.
Sigh...
A sigh no one hears. Great to be valued for talent, but she wanted it to veer elsewhere. They're not strangers anymore—she'll help, sure—but disappointment lingers. Is she really that unappealing? Self-doubt burrows like a mole. She put extra effort into her outfit, but he doesn't notice. Kinda hurts.
"Alright, shall we head upstairs?"
"Sure..."
She grabs the sturdy wooden railing, heads up. Whoosh♥ Then a big hand cups her hip.
"Ah?"
"Ah~ These stairs are slippery. With stockings, you might slide."
"R-Right."
Bit of a stretch, but his grip feels secure.
"No plans for the second floor yet. Better fill it before dust settles—maybe guest rooms too..."
But even at the top, his hand stays. Introducing rooms, it clings to her hip like a magnet. Knead knead♥ Sneaky gropes nonstop. Chattering away, his hand shifts to her ass, kneading like dough.
"...♥"
Han Jeong-ah doesn't mind. Subway groper level, but each touch reignites her plummeting hopes. She craves bolder than this teasing—shameless for a fiancée, but there it is.
Truth is, Chae Seon-woo's been aware all along. And now it starts. Something.
"Oh yeah, forgot to mention."
As she hangs on his every word, he turns, voice low. "Your lingerie today is fucking hot. New?"
Joy surges. He noticed her womanly efforts. From him, no less.
Rub rub rub♥ Now he grinds his raging cock from his pants against her skirted ass. Bites her earlobe.
"Eung...♥"
"Was gonna treat you today, but Manager brings something tastier—what's a guy to do?"
"S-Sorry..."
"Made bank, was gonna repay your wallet, but all dolled up? Guess your other wallet works."
"♥"
He pats her belly, grins sleazy. Lowbrow joke, but she giggles along. Sweet smile slips under her glasses.
*
White blouse hugging her smart vibe, black suit skirt—today's extra short. Thigh folds threaten to peek, jiggling. Tits average, but lower body's Yeon-su tier. That killer hip begs for hands. And today? Garter belt. Horn-rims, suit skirt, garters—perfection.
Slutty teacher look suits the sharp manager; wanna molest her more, but I can't hold back.
"Smack...! Chu chu♥ Hoo... Chup chup...♥"
Kissing while stripping her bare. Jacket, blouse, skirt hit the hallway floor.
"Haa... Fuck, Manager's body's insane."
"♥"
Strip done, it's wilder. Black lace hugs her tasty frame. Sheer fabric, thin straps crisscross. Screams brand-new for my eyes.
Han Jeong-ah's honest. Stiff exterior, but body's slutty and true. No training needed—she picks the hottest lingerie herself. Smart bitch in heat.
Gotta fuck this heated body before it cools. Tease her to the end room on the second floor.
"Hoo...! Haa... Isn't the bed on the first floor?"
"Hah, too busy fucking Manager to go down. Got a spot instead."
End room: desk, bookshelves. Mostly empty from her tiny studio stuff, but eyed as a study.
"Heave-ho."
Plop her on the desk. In this brainy space, she melts right in. Glasses, firm hips, garter getup—she's my personal secretary. No wonder rich CEOs pick bespectacled big-ass girls.
Tight space with her? Cock throbs hard. But order matters.
"So, long time no see—wanna taste Manager's pussy first?"
"...♥"
Pity to ruin the hot lingerie—shift it aside. Pretty pink, trimmed bush. Reunion lick, broad tongue stroke. My fave style—sticker of praise on her slit.
"Slurp slurp... Manager's pussy's sweet... So clean—haven't used it since?"
"Hng...♥ B-Busy with work..."
"Pretty pussy like this sits unused? It'll web up. Wanted dick? Call anytime."
"You said you'd message first..."
"Planned to let it dry out if I didn't?"
"Not that, but..."
"Always running around, but passive in bed. Come here anytime you're horny—I'll fix you."
"Yes...♥"
Chat done, her pussy's soaked. Kiss♥ "Haaang♥"
Perfect wetness—peck the perky clit, drop pants. Throb! Balls-deep ready, lingerie and garters maxing my cock. Smart Manager bitch needs breeding now. No condom—pills for boyfriend. Rub hot rod on her lips.
"Wait a sec..."
"Huh? ...More steps?"
"The ring... lemme take it off."
Prone to slam in, but she shows the ring. Forgot, but she brings it up. I chuckle.
"Manager's getting the hang of cheating sex, huh?"
"...N-No... Just uncomfortable holding hands..."
"Whatever—I'm dying here, hurry and ditch it."
Nods, slips the engagement ring off her left ring finger herself. Hides it from sight.
Now she's no fiancée, even temporarily. Just a cheap slut offering prime pussy to a better stud for affair fun. She's learned to dive into covered-up adultery already.
Kiss♥ "♥"
Peck her cheek—Manager's womanlier by the day. Glasses fog as pink blooms below. Reposition for fun.
Aim veiny monster at her womb.
"Ready to get fucked by me now?"
"Yes♥"
"Here I go~"
Like she's waited forever, she grins wide, spreads legs. Stockings and garter lines dig into thick thighs—fucking hot. Pink shell winks, awaiting the stud to plant pleasure.
Squelch!
"Haaaang, aaaahhhh♥"
Beautiful cry of a woman freed from chains.