Cycle of Pleasure
It was shameful enough to have laid her most intimate place completely bare before Tae-seok, yet she felt even greater shame at her own inability to properly reject him while held in such a position.
All she could manage was…
She could only plead in a trembling voice. She made no attempt to push him away or struggle.
That very helplessness only excited Tae-seok even more.
Before she realized it, her Emotion Level had climbed to 38.
He didn’t yet understand its meaning, but instinct told him the number was not unfavorable to him.
Tae-seok spread her legs and slid his body between them.
Her body responded with shameless honesty. As though it had been waiting, her thighs parted willingly; the moment he entered, they clamped tightly around his waist.
Tae-seok breathed hard, staring down at her face. Her eyes pleaded desperately for him to stop, yet her body looked swollen and ripe with anticipation.
He pressed the tip of his newly hardened, massive cock against the entrance of Eun-jung’s pussy.
Once more she begged him.
But Tae-seok said nothing. He simply gazed into her eyes and slowly pushed his enormous length inside her.
“Aaaaah……! Haauk……! Tae-seok. Wait… Haang~♡”
The sharp moan that tore from Eun-jung’s throat filled the entire room.
This can’t be… What on earth is pushing into me?
The instant his thick, long cock stretched open her narrow, burning passage and buried itself to the root, Eun-jung’s eyes flew wide and her body shuddered violently.
An overwhelming fullness she had never felt before—on the verge of bursting. The depth and girth that seemed to reach all the way to her womb packed her inner walls completely, flooding her with a pleasure so intense it was entirely new.
It was the same kind of sensation she had felt when his hand or body touched her, yet the sheer volume was on another level.
Her pussy instinctively clenched and writhed, as if trying to suck him deeper.
“This is crazy… It really… went all the way in. What am I supposed to do now…”
The words sounded despairing, yet they were thick with excitement born of overwhelming pleasure.
Tae-seok clenched his teeth, drew his hips back, then slammed forward again. Simple, brutal piston strokes. They grew faster, merciless.
“Mmm……! Ahk……! Tae-seok…… it’s too…… big……!”
Eun-jung’s moans grew louder and more frequent.
Every time Tae-seok moved, his massive shaft scraped perfectly across her most sensitive spot on the way out, then drove back in to the hilt. The sensation was driving her insane.
Deep in her belly, hot waves surged and shook her entire body. Her heavy, sagging breasts bounced wildly. Each powerful thrust sent her large mounds flying up and down, nipples slicing through the air.
Eun-jung’s hips began to rise on their own, matching his rhythm, her ass sliding and wrinkling the bedsheet beneath her.
“Haa… haa…! Ahhng…! It’s too…… deep…! Aaang!~♡”
Sobbing cries spilled from her lips as her body trembled uncontrollably. Every time his cock slammed against her womb, her mind flashed white.
This… this kind of thing… is my first time…
Neither her husband nor any man before him had ever driven her so relentlessly. They would thrust hard a few times, then tire or stop the moment they felt their climax approaching.
But Tae-seok was different.
His hips never tired, never slowed. Driven purely by instinct, he fucked her like a beast—rough, endless, merciless.
“Haaaaah~! Tae-seok…! Heueng…! Tae-seooook~♡”
Tears shimmered in Eun-jung’s eyes as she moaned. The shame of feeling such pleasure from a man she must never touch crushed her chest, yet that very shame only fueled her excitement and made the pleasure burn hotter.
I shouldn’t… I really shouldn’t… Why does it feel so… good…?
Each time the thought surfaced, her pussy squeezed his cock even harder. Hot nectar overflowed, soaking his thighs.
Tae-seok’s face was flushed red. He spoke not a single word, simply pounding into her on pure instinct. His movements showed no sign of stopping.
Eun-jung trembled at every thrust, sinking deeper and deeper into pleasure.
Meanwhile, Tae-seok was experiencing a mysterious phenomenon as he repeatedly drove into her.
He had faintly sensed it when he held her hand—something flowing out from within him that stimulated her and brought her ecstasy. The same thing was happening now with his cock buried inside her pussy.
That “energy” was pouring into her through his shaft. Yet it was not a one-way transfer. The energy spread deep inside her body, then seemed to change form, growing thicker and richer before flowing back into him.
It was a cycle.
An unbroken current mediated by their joined bodies. The energy that returned to Tae-seok pushed him even harder. The more he moved, the stronger the vitality surged within him.
Because of it, he felt no fatigue at all during the act. The pleasure caused by her tight grip was building inside his cock, yet somehow he felt he could control it completely—able to cum whenever he wished, or hold it back for as long as he desired.
And the longer he moved, the more certain that control became. He had never lasted this long while suppressing his climax in any previous encounter.
Strangely, within the violent rhythm he found a strange calm. In that calm, he studied the face of the sobbing woman beneath him.
Fuck… I’m really inside Eun-jung ajumma’s pussy…
It was sinful. And unbearably arousing.
She had always been so kind, so gentle. At least as far as he knew, after losing her husband she had never even glanced at another man. Yet he had turned her into a woman who sobbed helplessly while impaled on a man’s cock.
“Ajumma… I like you so much.”
“I know. I know… but I really do like you.”
“Huuung~ Haang~ Haang~”
He cradled her tear-streaked face in his hands. In this moment she no longer looked like an ajumma ten years his senior—she looked like a lovely, desirable woman. And he wanted to cum while looking at that face.
I want to cum.
The moment the thought formed, sensation surged through his cock as if on command.
Tae-seok stared into her eyes once more. His thrusts grew faster, rougher, until finally he buried himself to the deepest point and shuddered violently.
“Ugh……!”
Hot semen erupted powerfully toward her womb.
With heavy, rhythmic spurts the scalding liquid filled her deepest place and overflowed.
At that instant Eun-jung’s mind went completely white. Her entire body convulsed.
“Aaaaaah……! Tae-seok…! Haauk…!”
Name: Kim Eun-jung
Age: 39
Occupation: Real Estate Management
• Widowed five years ago (has long suppressed her loneliness)
• Burdened by the courtship of real estate CEO (Yang Chun-seok)
Tae-seok had been lying heavily atop Eun-jung for a long while before he slowly pushed himself up. His still-rigid cock remained buried inside her, filling her completely.
When he drew his hips back, her tightly clenched pussy reluctantly let his thick shaft slide free.
“Mmm……”
The moment he pulled out completely, a flood of white semen gushed from Eun-jung’s pussy like a broken dam. The hot, sticky fluid overflowed from her swollen red folds and created a large wet stain on the sheet.
Eun-jung stared at the sight with wide eyes, breathless. She had never seen anything like it.
He came this much?
She could hardly believe so much had poured out from inside her own body.
“What do I do… the sheet is completely soaked…”
Her voice still trembled.
“It’s fine.”
“No… I’ll take it and wash it.”
“It’s really okay…”
Eun-jung forced her shaking legs to support her as she rose. She gathered the clothes scattered across the floor and dressed in frantic, awkward movements—tugging on her t-shirt, pulling up her skirt. The excuse about washing the sheet felt like nothing more than a desperate attempt to escape the unbearable awkwardness of the moment.
Avoiding Tae-seok’s gaze, she fled the room almost as if running for her life and stepped into the hallway.
The moment Eun-jung opened the door to her own house, her legs gave out and she collapsed in the entryway. She could no longer stand.
“…What the hell have I done?”
Covering her face with both hands, she muttered in a shaking voice.
She had gone upstairs to comfort him. To offer at least a few warm words to Tae-seok, who had lost his entire family and spent the past year locked inside his room. She had wanted to give him the strength to return to everyday life.
Instead… she had ended up holding his hand, kissing him, and finally accepting his body inside her own.
“Stupid bitch…”
Tears of self-reproach slid down her cheeks. She hugged her knees tightly and curled into a ball.
The fourteen-year gap between her thirty-nine years and his twenty-five pressed down on her with crushing shame and guilt.
And above all…
My sister’s son… and… that man’s son…
She felt she would never be able to forgive herself for what she had just done.
