On the Traces of Another Man

“……Are you okay?”

He asked. His voice carried both guilt and an unbearable hunger.

Eun-jung buried her face deeper into his chest and answered in a tiny voice.

“Yeah… I’m okay.”

With another man’s traces still lingering inside her, leaning into Tae-seok only made her feel even more obscene.

What the hell… I’m even hornier than usual.

Tae-seok lifted her chin and looked at her face. She was apologetic, yet clearly desperate for him to take her right then and there. Her slightly parted, plump lips looked delicious.

“Tae-seok~”

The moment his name left her lips, he crushed his mouth against hers.

Chup…

The kiss was deep and rough from the start. When his tongue pushed into her mouth, Eun-jung wrapped both arms around his neck as if she had been waiting for it and kissed him back eagerly.

Churup… Tzrlp…

A woman who would melt into his arms anytime, anywhere, the second he wanted her. He could have grown tired of it, but her charm was still far from wearing thin.

Her tongue coiled around his, sucking, their breaths mingling hotly.

Tae-seok’s hand slowly slid beneath her skirt. The soft, supple flesh of her thighs met his palm. Without a word, Eun-jung lifted one leg and draped it over his. That single movement opened more space under her skirt, letting his hand move freely. She was telling him with her body to touch her as much as he wanted.

When his fingers parted her soft flesh and slipped inside, a small moan escaped her.

“Ha-eung~ Deeper…”

“That bastard… came inside you?”

Tae-seok pulled his lips away for a moment and whispered hotly into her ear. Eun-jung panted, shaking her head.

“Hah… hah… No… I told him to use a condom…”

“Good girl.”

Tae-seok pushed his fingers deep into her pussy.

“I… can ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠do anything if it’s what you want, but… hnnng♡”

Eun-jung’s words broke off as her body trembled. Tae-seok’s fingers had found her most sensitive spot and rubbed it precisely; her hips moved on their own. Burying her face against his neck, she let out sweet, wet moans. He licked her ear with his tongue while his fingers delved deeper, teasing her insides.

“I was scared… hnnng… that you might think I’m dirty…”

Eun-jung’s voice trembled, mixed with moans.

“That won’t happen.”

Tae-seok answered while roughly groping her breasts over her dress.

“Then… thank goodness… aang~”

His fingers brushed her sensitive spot again and her words cut off.

“Hnnng…! As long as… you don’t throw me away… I can do anything…”

Eun-jung looked at him with moist eyes and added,

“Please… don’t abandon me… I don’t care how dirty I get… if it’s what you want…”

Seeing Eun-jung obey his absurd commands yet still fear being discarded filled Tae-seok with deep satisfaction and a dark thrill.

“Was it good with Jung-hoon?”

He asked while pressing hard on her most sensitive place. Eun-jung squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. Her thighs trembled violently, clenching tightly around his fingers.

“There’s no way it was…”

His fingers thrust deeper once more. Eun-jung’s words dissolved into a moan.

“Haang…! Nothing he did… even came close to half of what your fingers feel like…”

Even as she spoke, her hips wouldn’t stay still. Instinctively, she rocked her pelvis back and forth, trying to take his fingers deeper.

“Nothing else happened?”

“That guy… asked for my number.”

“Figures. So? Did you give it to him?”

Eun-jung shook her head, panting.

“Haaang~♡. Of course not. Why would I ever need to contact him?”

“He backed off quietly?”

“He had no choice. I was pretty cold to him.”

Eun-jung climbed onto Tae-seok’s body. With her legs spread, she hiked her dress up to her waist, reached down, and freed his already rock-hard cock from his pants.

“I only need our Tae-seok’s.”

Then, spreading herself with one hand, she slowly lowered onto him.

“Huuueeeng…♡”

The moment his thick cock filled her completely, Eun-jung threw her head back and let out a long moan.

“When something this good exists… why would I ever think about anyone else…”

With half-lidded eyes, Eun-jung began to move her hips in slow circles. Her pussy sucked him all the way to the base, squeezing tightly. Burying her face against his neck, she kept letting out sweet moans. Tae-seok watched her ride him with deep, intense eyes.

This woman… is completely mine.

The thought filled his chest with fierce heat. A woman who would do anything he ordered, who would climb on top and move ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her hips so eagerly whenever he wanted. The fact that every ounce of her pleasure, every moan, every movement existed solely for him stirred both deep satisfaction and a powerful urge to dominate.

He gripped her waist hard with both hands and thrust up from below.

Slap!

Slap!

Pressing his lips to her ear, he whispered,

“Imagining you giving your body to another man… strangely makes me even harder.”

Eun-jung trembled at his words, yet moved her hips even more vigorously.

“I hate that… Don’t imagine things like that.”

“If I want to watch… would you show me?”

“You’re really awful… Just how far are you planning to push me?”

“I don’t know. But… you’ll still do it, won’t you?”

“You’re insane. I don’t know… I don’t know… Just… keep fucking me like this right now.”

***

Tae-seok rewarded her for faithfully following his orders by pounding into her for hours without rest. He laid her on the bed, took her from behind, from the side—switching positions endlessly as he kept thrusting. The creaking of the bed frame, the wet sound of flesh slapping together, and Eun-jung’s voice filled the room.

“Aang…! Tae-seok… haaang…! Again… I’m coming again…!”

She climaxed over and over. She would reach orgasm, and before the afterglow even faded, she would come again. Drowned in the rising tide of pleasure, she could do nothing but let out incoherent moans. Finally, after one last violent shudder, she passed out completely. Her eyes were closed, but her breathing remained ragged. Tae-seok held her and fell asleep as well.

***

Tae-seok woke in the middle of the night, parched. Moving quietly so as not to wake her, he got up. Eun-jung was still deeply asleep beside him. Naked, he headed for the kitchen, careful not to make any sound in the hallway.

Then—

“……Huh?”

He came face-to-face with Eun-su, who was holding a glass of water. She was wearing a loose T-shirt and hot pants, her hair roughly tied back, still looking sleepy. She had apparently come out for water too. The moment she saw Tae-seok’s naked body and his massive cock, she quickly turned her head away.

“What the hell… Did you forget this is a house full of women?”

Tae-seok only then realized his state, but instead of panicking, he simply shrugged.

“At least cover up. There’s a towel over there.”

Eun-su still refused to look at him, her voice cold. Her gaze stayed fixed on the refrigerator.

“Why are you so embarrassed? You’ve already seen everything… When did you get here?”

Tae-seok covered himself with one hand and asked.

“While you were completely destroying my sister… I almost opened the door because I thought she was dying.”

Tae-seok chuckled and poured himself some water.

“I just wanted to make our Eun-jung feel really good tonight.”

“Our… Eun-jung?”

Eun-su’s eyebrow rose slightly. She crossed her arms and snorted.

“Well… I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠get it.”

“I’m still your noona, you know?”

“Why? Call me Eun-su too.”

“Want to die?”

Eun-su narrowed her eyes at him, but the corner of her mouth twitched upward. Tae-seok took a leisurely sip of water before answering.

“So… you want me to keep calling you noona?”

“Whatever. Anyway, are you going back to my sister’s room?”

“Why? Am I not allowed?”

Eun-su let out a long sigh and scratched her head. Her gaze flicked down to Tae-seok’s chest and lower before quickly returning upward.

“Ugh… Why wouldn’t you be? Do whatever you want… But before that, can we talk for a bit?”

“Sure. In your room?”

“Yeah…”

“Got it. Let’s go to your room.”

Tae-seok answered readily. Eun-su turned and headed for her room first.

***

The moment Tae-seok entered Eun-su’s room, he grabbed the blanket from the bed and roughly covered his lower half. His still-erect cock made a clear bulge under the fabric.

“What’s this about?”

Tae-seok asked. Eun-su hesitated for a moment, then seemed to make up her mind. Curling her body slightly, cheeks flushed, she spoke.

“I was just wondering…”

“Yeah…”

“When I do it with you… do I get prettier?”

“What?”

Tae-seok’s eyes widened. Eun-su grew even more embarrassed and lowered her head, her ears turning bright red.

“I know it sounds ridiculous. But… my sister changed, and lately my own body has been changing so much that I couldn’t help but wonder.”

Tae-seok stared at her for a long moment, then smiled softly.

“How did you figure it out? You caught on faster than I expected.”

Eun-su’s eyes grew wide.

“Huh? Really?”

“Yeah… It’s true. When you do it with me… you get prettier.”

Eun-su muttered in disbelief.

“That’s insane…”

“Well… in a way, it’s not completely impossible. They say women get prettier after orgasms, right? But the orgasms I give are on a completely different level… so the beauty boost is on a different ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠level too.”

Eun-su still looked stunned even after hearing his explanation. She glanced down at her own firm thighs and breasts and murmured,

“It really doesn’t make sense… but after seeing and experiencing it, I can’t not believe it…”

“But how did you notice? We haven’t even done it that many times…”

“I check my body carefully every single day. I’m a PT trainer, after all. The recent changes were just too ridiculous…”

“As expected, trainers are different. Eun-jung only noticed after having over a dozen orgasms with me.”

“I see…”

Eun-su’s curiosity was satisfied, yet she looked even more conflicted.

“Then… can I go now?”

“Huh? Uh… yeah, I guess so?”

Eun-su suddenly bit her lip. She looked like she had something else to say.

“Why? Is there something else?”

Instead of answering, Eun-su looked up at Tae-seok. Her eyes held both embarrassment and unmistakable lust. The overwhelming pleasure she had felt during that secret encounter in her sister’s room yesterday, and the words “you get prettier.” Those two things were what every woman secretly wanted.

“Um… are you… still okay on stamina?”