Tamed Woman
Jeong-hoon followed Eun-jung into Tae-seok’s room as if he were under some kind of spell.
His mind felt numb, and his legs moved on their own. He still couldn’t believe this situation was real.
The moment the door closed, Eun-jung slipped off the knit dress she was wearing without the slightest hesitation.
The soft fabric slid down smoothly, revealing her body and instantly stealing Jeong-hoon’s breath.
As expected from the way her nipples had shown through the dress, she wore nothing underneath but a pair of panties.
A slender waist, full and voluptuous breasts, and skin that glowed with a smooth sheen. She looked provocative—more lethal than ever.
“I… just showered, so I don’t think I need to wash again. Do you want to shower first?”
Eun-jung asked in a calm, emotionless voice.
There was no shyness, no anticipation, no reluctance in her eyes.
Jeong-hoon swallowed hard, staring at her naked body in a daze.
“If it’s okay with you, ma’am… I’d rather just do it.”
“Mm… alright. Do whatever’s comfortable for you.”
The moment she answered, Eun-jung slowly slid her panties down as well.
The sight of her rich pubic hair and the red flesh peeking between her thighs nearly stopped Jeong-hoon’s heart.
Completely naked now, she quietly lay down on the bed.
With her legs slightly parted and her gaze fixed on the ceiling, her expression remained utterly indifferent. It was the face of someone carrying out a mission on command—almost completely devoid of emotion.
Yet even so, the sight of her sensual figure made Jeong-hoon’s heart pound wildly.
He could hardly believe that he was about to claim the body of this beautiful older woman.
With trembling hands, he stripped off his own clothes and approached the bed.
Eun-jung didn’t even look at him. She simply spread her legs a little wider, preparing to accept him.
Tae-seok remained seated on the wooden bench where he had been grilling meat, watching as the door to his room clicked shut.
The instant the lock engaged with a heavy clack, his chest sank heavily.
What the hell am I doing right now?
She was the woman he had even begun to wonder if he might actually love.
And yet he had told that same woman to sleep with his friend—on his own bed, no less.
Right now, Eun-jung would be spreading her legs to accept Jeong-hoon’s body instead of his.
Her soft, tight pussy would be clenching around him, leaking moans.
Jealousy? Am I actually jealous? Because that filthy slut is sleeping with another man?
His head spun. Sweat broke out across his palms.
Tae-seok clenched his teeth.
No… A whore like her deserves exactly this.
A woman who had given her body to both father and son. Treating her this way might simply be the natural punishment she deserved.
He tried to convince himself of that, but his heart refused to calm down.
Because his feelings for her had been so strong, learning of her betrayal had only fueled his rage even more.
A sharp pain stabbed through one side of his chest.
He decided to focus on something else.
Analysis of the current situation.
The energy that seeped from his body could grant a woman the ultimate pleasure and turn her into his own.
And with the Blessing of Beauty, he could make the women who belonged to him even more beautiful.
In the end, depending on how he used it, he could live buried among gorgeous women.
That’s right… Eun-jung is nothing more than a tool to test and verify my abilities. I shouldn’t feel anything else for her.
Even as he thought that, he couldn’t stop his gaze from drifting back toward his room.
Still… was I too cruel to her?
Whenever guilt crept in, he countered it with:
No… that woman caused me this same pain first.
In that way, Tae-seok rationalized his actions and slowly organized his thoughts.
From beyond the door came the faint creak of bedsprings and the mingled sounds of a man and woman in heat.
All of it heated Tae-seok’s lower abdomen like fire.
Unconsciously, he spread his legs slightly and felt his cock rising rock-hard inside his pants.
That hot, heavy thing twitched as if trying to tear through the fabric.
I’m… actually getting turned on by this.
He let out a bitter laugh.
With one hand, he slowly rubbed the bulging front of his pants while listening intently to the sounds coming from inside the room.
Eun-jung’s moans were growing hotter and more urgent.
Every time he heard them, his cock grew even harder, radiating heat.
The door to Tae-seok’s room opened, and Jeong-hoon emerged first.
His face looked completely melted.
His eyes were glazed over, and a dazed smile hung on his lips—the exact expression of a man who had just visited heaven.
Jeong-hoon collapsed onto the sofa across from Tae-seok, still breathing hard, and spoke.
“Dude… that was fucking insane.”
He dragged both hands down his face and let out a sigh-like breath.
“Is she really thirty-nine? Up close, she’s even more beautiful. Her skin literally glows, and there isn’t a single wrinkle around her eyes. Every time she smiled, I thought my heart was going to drop out of my chest.”
He swallowed hard mid-sentence and spread his legs a little.
Apparently his lower body was still tingling. He pressed down hard on his own thigh with one hand and continued.
“Her body… with that tiny waist, her tits look even bigger. Her ass has insane elasticity. And her skin—fuck, it was so firm and springy. How can a woman who’s almost forty feel like that?”
Jeong-hoon stared at his own palm as if recalling the texture of her flesh.
“And her pussy… Jesus Christ, that grip was crazy. The moment I put it in, it felt like she was sucking me in until the very end. It kept twitching and squeezing like a living mouth. Every time it clenched, my spine went numb.”
Just remembering it made Jeong-hoon’s hips twitch. His whole body shuddered.
His eyes were half-lidded, his mouth hung open stupidly, and a thin trail of drool had gathered at the corner of his lips.
He rubbed his neck with one hand and continued in an almost delirious voice.
“Her moans… ah, that low, obscene voice… I nearly lost my mind. Seriously… those were the sexiest moans I’ve ever heard in my life.”
Even as he spoke, his body trembled again.
His face still hadn’t escaped the throes of ecstasy.
“I’ve never… felt anything like that before.”
That single sentence contained everything.
Tae-seok looked down at him without saying a word.
Jeong-hoon lifted his head, then suddenly laughed.
“But how the hell did you set this up? Did you catch that woman’s weakness or something?”
Tae-seok let out a small snort at his question.
That laugh carried both satisfaction and a strange sense of superiority.
The kind of man who can dominate a woman to this extent…
“Stop talking nonsense. If you’ve had enough fun, get lost. I need to go see her.”
Jeong-hoon sat there blankly for a moment before nodding.
“Got it. It was nice seeing you after so long. I’ll… drop by again sometime.”
With that, Jeong-hoon stood up and disappeared toward the stairs.
After he was gone, Tae-seok rose from his seat and headed for his room.
When he opened the door and stepped inside, the air still felt thick with lingering heat and obscene energy.
Eun-jung was perched on the edge of the bed, adjusting the hem of her knit dress.
Her movements were slow, and her eyes stared blankly into empty space without focus.
Faint red marks were visible on the nape of her neck where her disheveled hair had fallen aside. Her swollen lips were still slightly parted.
Tae-seok quietly sat down beside her.
For a long time, neither of them spoke.
He studied her slowly from the side.
The appearance Jeong-hoon had praised so extravagantly now stood out vividly to his own eyes as well.
The words Jeong-hoon had spilled in his delirious state came back to him one by one.
Tae-seok let out a small, wry chuckle.
Because he had held and explored her every single day, he had failed to truly see just how captivating she had become.
Or rather, the changes brought about by his skill had happened so gradually that he simply hadn’t noticed.
But now, after hearing another man’s raw admiration for her, he saw her again—and she was breathtaking enough to stop his heart.
Tae-seok gently placed a hand on her thigh.
Her flesh, still trembling faintly, burned hot against his palm.
He slowly stroked the fingers resting on her thigh, remaining silent for a long while.
The longer the silence stretched, the more sorry he felt toward her.
He couldn’t hold back that emotion any longer.
She was still looking at him with warm eyes, but he wanted to make her understand why he had made her do this.
No—more than that, he wanted to convince himself.
Finally, Tae-seok spoke.
“Ma’am… did you sleep with my father?”
In that instant,
her body froze as if time itself had stopped.
Her hands halted.
Her breath caught.
Her previously vacant eyes slowly widened, focus returning to them.
A red flush crept up her pale face, eventually turning her ears bright crimson.
She opened and closed her mouth repeatedly.
Though her breathing grew ragged, not a single word came out.
In her eyes swirled a mixture of shame, terror, and resignation.
There was no need for her to answer. That silence and trembling alone told him everything was true.
Tae-seok stared directly at her reaction and continued in a low, gentle voice.
“And yet you slept with me? Were you missing my father… so you thought of him while you were with me?”
Eun-jung’s shoulders trembled faintly.
She slowly lowered her head.
Her messy hair covered half her face, but the lips visible between the strands were deathly pale and quivering.
“…I’m sorry. But it really… wasn’t like that.”