Dirty Yet Beautiful
“...I’m sorry. But... it’s really not like that.”
Her voice was thick with the terror of having her most shameful secret exposed.
She buried her face against Tae-seok’s chest, her body trembling in small, helpless spasms.
How... did he find out? Since when... has he known everything?
The thoughts churned uselessly in her head. Right now, they meant nothing.
Eun-jung hesitated for a long time before forcing the words out, her throat tight.
“After your father suddenly passed away... you started spending more time with me and your mom. I was so scared of being alone. So lonely...”
She paused, then added in a lower voice.
“Your father comforted me a lot. And then... we crossed the line.”
Her breathing grew ragged.
“I couldn’t even understand myself. At the time, it just felt like the only comfort I had.”
Her explanation carried its own kind of reasoning, but to Tae-seok every word sounded like an excuse.
Seeking solace in his father’s arms. Loneliness. Crossing the line. Each phrase scraped raw against his chest.
He squeezed her thigh harder.
“In the end... it’s all just excuses.”
Eun-jung bit her lip for a long moment before managing to speak.
“You... think I’m filthy, don’t you? You hate me that much? That’s why you made me do it with your friend...”
Her voice cracked and shook. The moment the secret was laid bare, shame drained the color from her face.
Yet even as those emotions warred inside her, the slow drag of his hand along the inside of her thigh made her body tell a different story.
A hot, creeping pleasure rose from below. The space between her thighs grew slick and sensitive, instinctively pressing into his touch.
“...Hah...”
She bit her lip, disgusted with herself.
Even now... I’m thinking about him fucking me...
What is this? Why... why am I like this...?
Tae-seok listened, then gave a quiet, humorless laugh.
“You’re right. That’s exactly why. I couldn’t forgive you for lying to me and my mom, for doing that with my dad. You were disgusting. Like a whore...”
“I’m sorry...”
“Want to know what made me angriest? I was starting to like you. I thought I loved you. And the fact that a woman like that saw me as nothing but a replacement for my father... that’s what I can’t forgive.”
“It’s not true. Believe me. I... I love you.”
“Fuck... don’t even say that. I can’t believe a single word you say anymore.”
“Tae-seok... it’s true. It’s really true...”
He grabbed her breast roughly through the dress. Eun-jung swallowed a moan, her body trembling.
The pressure and heat of his hand set her skin on fire.
“You came dressed like this because you wanted me to fuck you today, didn’t you? No bra...”
When his fingers rubbed hard over her nipple through the thin fabric, her hips twitched upward.
Face flushed with shame, she whispered honestly.
“...Yeah. That part’s true. I wanted to do it with the person I love.”
Tae-seok yanked her dress down roughly. Her full breasts spilled free, nipples already stiff and trembling.
“So... how does it feel? Fucking someone else instead of the person you love?”
“That... doesn’t mean anything. I only did it because you told me to.”
He squeezed both breasts hard, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, almost crushing them.
The knowledge that another man’s hands had just been on this body only excited him more.
His palms kneaded and reshaped her, rougher than usual. The change startled her, yet she felt a strange, shameful joy that he was touching her at all.
“Nngh...!”
Every brutal squeeze sent fresh heat flooding between her legs. She clenched her teeth and shook her head, but sweet moans still slipped out.
Tae-seok looked down at her.
A face crushed by guilt, yet a body that responded honestly to every sensation. The contradiction held his gaze.
“Tae-seok... I’m sorry. For being such a filthy woman.”
The words sent a dark thrill through him.
...Filthy. Filthy, yet... beautiful.
His eyes stayed locked on her. His hands grew even more relentless.
Anger? Lust? Or something twisted from both? He couldn’t tell.
He rubbed her nipple hard with his thumb and growled into her ear.
“Fucking slut...”
The moment the words left his mouth, he shoved her onto the bed. Her body bounced once against the mattress.
One hand yanked her dress up while the other tore her panties off in a single motion. Her pussy—already used by another man—was soaked and twitching, glistening.
He freed his thick, heavy cock, lined it up, and looked at her face one last time.
Guilt and shame warred with the hungry, desperate look in her eyes that begged for him to push inside.
“Filthy whore...”
With the curse, he drove into her without hesitation.
“Haaang...!”
Eun-jung’s back arched like a bow, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as his thick, hot length filled her to the hilt.
Tae-seok gritted his teeth, gripped her waist with both hands, and began pounding into her from the very first thrust.
“I actually liked a dirty, whore-like woman like you.”
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The heavy sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room. Every time he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, her walls clenched greedily around him.
Eun-jung shook her head, eyes brimming with tears.
“Tae-seok... I... I love you.”
Her voice trembled, tangled with moans.
He thrust harder, one hand roughly kneading her breast.
“Why? Because I’m the son of the man you liked?”
“It’s not like that...”
She could barely speak, breath stolen every time his cock struck her deepest point.
“Did you think of my dad every time we did it?”
“No... it’s not like that... When I’m in your arms, I don’t think of anyone else... Even just now, when I was with your friend... I was thinking of you.”
Tae-seok’s gaze flickered.
“You like me more than my dad?”
Eun-jung answered through tears, arms wrapping around his neck.
“Of course... much more... I like you so much more... more than any man I’ve ever known...”
The moment the words left her, Tae-seok covered her completely, driving into her deeper and faster. The bed shook violently. Only the sounds of their ragged breathing and slapping flesh filled the room.
Eun-jung dug her nails into his back, moaning as pleasure and shame twisted together. Her body had already surrendered, melting completely for him alone.
***
Tae-seok buried himself to the root one final time, body shuddering as he finished. Hot cum flooded her deepest place. He slowly pulled out and looked down at her.
She was completely undone.
Her body still twitched with aftershocks, slender waist lifting slightly as milky fluid mixed with his seed leaked from her swollen pussy. Her full breasts heaved with every ragged breath. Sweat-damp hair clung to her forehead and cheeks. Between parted, swollen lips, thin, sweet breaths escaped.
Her entire body—those sensual curves that had writhed wildly while taking another man’s cock—now lay soft and melted, completely spent.
Tae-seok stared at the sight for a long time.
A woman I can completely dominate. A filthy yet beautiful woman.
No matter what dirty things she had done in the past, she now offered her body entirely to him. A woman who would accept another man if he ordered it.
The thought sent a fierce surge of conquest through his chest.
Isn’t that enough? After all... she’s not someone I need to love...
He reached out and lightly stroked her thigh.
“Hnnng...”
Her oversensitive body reacted instantly to his touch.
The fact that he alone could possess this beautiful, perfectly disheveled body. That he could use her anytime, in any way he wanted.
My own personal onahole.
The thought alone made his lower abdomen grow heavy and hot again.
Just think about that. I can throw away worthless emotions like that...
Tae-seok slowly reached out and squeezed her sweat-slick breast once more. Eun-jung trembled faintly and let out a soft moan, but offered no resistance. She simply surrendered to his touch, gazing up at him with hazy eyes.