Setting the Heart's Direction
The moment her mind turned toward him, the deepest part of her clenched hard and a scorching sensation exploded through her body like a detonation. It was an orgasm. She squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face in Tae-seok's shoulder right where she was. There had been no penetration at all. Yet her body was already collapsing, unable to endure any more. The instant the climax hit, her fingertips dug fiercely into his clothes.
“It feels… too good… Senior…” Her body convulsed. The muscles inside her thighs quivered violently. Her pussy contracted with powerful spasms. She kept her eyes tightly shut, face pressed into his shoulder. “It feels… too good… Senior… I… really… I’ve never felt anything like this before…”
She panted, burrowing deeper into his embrace. She ought to have felt ashamed, but strangely the shame never came. Instead she felt grateful to the man touching her this way. The body she had always tried to hide. The body she had convinced herself was unattractive. The self that had shrunk away from any approach, out of habit. Yet Tae-seok was stroking her without the slightest hesitation, as if she were something truly precious. That gaze, those hands, were slowly dissolving the deep-rooted inferiority complex she had carried for years.
“What are we going to do if you come this fast?” Tae-seok chuckled low and whispered against her ear. “We’re only just getting started.”
Ji-young swallowed a tiny breath, embarrassed. Her body still trembled with the aftershocks of climax, yet somehow she only craved more—his touch, the unfamiliar sweetness he poured into her. Tae-seok did not stop. While she was still trying to steady her breathing, his hand slid downward. He caught the hem of her leggings and pulled; the tight fabric glided down her thighs. Her panties came away with them, exposing her most secret place to the cool night air.
Ji-young’s breath caught. Instinctively she tried to close her legs, but Tae-seok’s hand gently cupped the inside of her knee. He wasn’t forcing her. Yet for some reason she could not refuse him. Following the guidance of his fingers, her thighs slowly parted again.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Tae-seok’s voice dropped, dark and low. His eyes traced her body in a slow, deliberate sweep. “You… are truly beautiful here, too.”
The moment the words reached her, something inside Ji-young’s chest resonated in a way that had nothing to do with simple lust. It was the feeling of being recognized as a woman. That alone was enough to set her body burning all over again.
She closed her eyes. It was mortifying to have her most private place laid bare beneath a man’s gaze. But the instant the smooth head of his cock touched her, even that shame was swept away by a far stronger sensation.
Without any further caress, Tae-seok pressed his cock directly against her pussy and drove it inside in a single thrust—all the way to the hilt. The reason was simple: he still felt no genuine sexual attraction to Ji-young’s plump figure.
“Aaaahk…!” Ji-young’s cry tore out. Her voice soared high with a mixture of shock and pleasure, then collapsed into a long, low moan as his cock sank even deeper. Her pussy was unbearably hot and narrow; the moment he entered, her inner walls were forced apart and resisted. She was no virgin, but it was clear she had little experience.
Ji-young felt a brief flash of pain. It hurt. At the same time it felt impossibly good—like some part of her that had been sleeping deep inside her body was waking for the very first time.
Tae-seok began to move, slowly at first, driving deep. Each thrust made her body jolt, her soft breasts swaying. Her breathing grew shorter and shorter in rhythm with his strokes.
“Senior… it’s too… big… Ah… right there… there again…!” She could not finish a sentence. Every time his cock grazed her most sensitive spot with perfect accuracy, her mind melted. The sheer size and heat of him filling her were overwhelming, yet there was something more—something words could not explain.
Tae-seok picked up speed. The careful rhythm vanished, replaced by rough, relentless pistoning. The bed frame squeaked with every thrust, and the obscene sound reached Ji-young’s ears like an additional caress. Tae-seok’s eyes never left her face, as though he refused to miss even a single expression of her dissolving in pleasure.
“Again… I’m coming again… Senior… I think I’m losing my mind… Hnngaaang!”
The second orgasm was far more violent than the first. Ji-young’s body arched sharply, her pussy clamping down in rhythmic spasms around his cock. Her consciousness drifted away. She had never known pleasure this intense. She had not even known her own body was capable of responding like this. Eyes closed, she clung to him with all her strength.
Ji-young was on all fours on the living-room mat, slowly stretching her back. She still wore the leggings on her lower half, but had kept the loose T-shirt on, apparently uncomfortable with anything tighter on top.
“Yesterday… how many times did you go?” Eun-su asked Tae-seok cautiously, watching Ji-young stretch on the mat.
“I made her come twice.” Tae-seok answered, glancing briefly toward Ji-young. At that exact moment she bent forward and turned her head; their eyes met. Ji-young’s face flushed scarlet and she quickly looked away, but the smile blooming at the corner of her mouth was impossible to hide.
“Oh? Hmm…” Eun-su crossed her arms and tilted her head. There was definitely a subtle change. Her skin tone had grown softer and clearer, and the lines of her body seemed somehow more femininely refined.
“It doesn’t… show that much, does it?”
“If you’re looking for it, you can tell… but twice is still too light. You should have made her come a few more times.”
“I adjusted it on purpose,” Tae-seok said, face perfectly neutral. “It would look strange if she changed too drastically right away.”
“True.” Eun-su nodded slowly. “If she suddenly transformed, anyone would notice something was off.”
“It has to look like the result of exercise. Natural… yet dramatic…” Tae-seok’s gaze returned to Ji-young. She had switched to squats now—back straight, hips pushed back, lowering and rising in steady rhythm. But her eyes were not on her own reflection in the mirror. They kept drifting toward Tae-seok on the sofa. It was not the focused look of someone working out. It was the look of a woman stealing glances at someone she was attracted to.
Tae-seok found the sight faintly adorable and gave her a small smile, continuing in a voice she could not hear.
“Let’s aim for about three months. I plan to see Ji-young once every two days or so. Each time I’ll make her come once or twice.”
Eun-su gave a small laugh. “Yeah… that pace feels right. By then the video reactions should be completely different.”
Tae-seok nodded silently.
“And I’m jealous… At least Ji-young gets to sleep with you once every two days now.”
Eun-su’s tone carried a mix of irritation, jealousy, and teasing.
Tae-seok smiled. “If that’s what you’re jealous of, then come to my room tonight, sis.”
Eun-su’s cheeks colored slightly. “All right. If you call, I’ll come gratefully.”
Tae-seok stared at the message from Jung-hoon for a long time. He did not particularly want to meet him. It was not out of anger, hatred, or fear. Yet he felt no strong urge to avoid him either. A strangely ambiguous emotion. Tae-seok let out a short sigh and sent the reply.
A short while later Jung-hoon appeared on the rooftop. The night air was quite cold, yet he wore only a thin hoodie. His beard had grown patchy from days without trimming, and dark circles hollowed out the skin beneath his eyes. Tae-seok leaned against the railing, watching him.
“What’s going on?”
Jung-hoon did not answer immediately. Instead he slowly scanned the rooftop. His gaze paused for a moment on the spot where he had once watched Mi-jin and Tae-seok entangled together.
“It’s not… I didn’t come with any bad intentions.” Jung-hoon gave a weak smile. “Everything that happened is my fault.”
Tae-seok said nothing.
“Don’t you have any beer? Even a can would be fine.” Jung-hoon seemed to be trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.
“Sure. Wait here.”
Soon Tae-seok returned with two cans from the fridge and handed one over. Jung-hoon popped the tab the instant he received it and took a long swallow. His Adam’s apple bobbed heavily.
“I came to ask a favor,” Jung-hoon said after that first gulp.
“What kind of favor?”
“The thing is… I’m not even sure what I should be asking for.”
“What are you talking about?”
Jung-hoon laughed at himself. “Until I got here, I was planning to beg you to make Mi-jin come back to me.”
Tae-seok looked at him in disbelief. “You think I can just decide that?”
“No, of course not.” Jung-hoon nodded surprisingly easily. Then he added something strange. “But… for some reason I feel like you might actually be able to pull it off.”
Tae-seok’s expression hardened slightly. “What?”
“I can’t explain it, but I just get that feeling. Like you can… decide the direction people’s hearts go.”
He spoke as if joking, but Jung-hoon’s eyes were completely serious.
“I kept thinking about it on the way here…” Jung-hoon turned his gaze toward the railing. City lights flickered in the distance. “Maybe… right now I actually like Aunt Eun-jeong more than Mi-jin.”
Tae-seok let out a hollow laugh, stunned. “Dude, you’ve really lost it.”
“Yeah. I think so too.” Jung-hoon’s voice was eerily calm. “But it’s true. I still think about her.”
The calmness in his tone made the confession even more disturbing. He had lost his girlfriend because of Eun-jeong. He had watched Mi-jin have sex with another man right in front of him. Yet he still wanted Eun-jeong. That was hardly a normal emotional state.
“So?” Tae-seok asked quietly.
Jung-hoon hesitated, then spoke. “Couldn’t you… let me date Aunt Eun-jeong?”
Tae-seok stared at him, utterly dumbfounded. The absurdities kept coming.
“You’ve completely lost your mind.”
“If dating is too much…” Jung-hoon paused, then continued. “Just let me meet her occasionally like before. That’s enough.”
Tae-seok looked at him in silence. This was neither a joke nor a burst of anger. Jung-hoon was completely sincere. The moment he saw that expression, Tae-seok felt a chill run down his spine.
Unconsciously he glanced down at his own hand. He remembered how the women who slept with him gradually changed—becoming more beautiful, more honest, more intensely obsessed with him. The transformation was always astonishing, yet also frightening. He was not sure he could handle everything it brought.
But now, through those women, an entirely new possibility was beginning to appear. The idea that he might be able to move not only women but men as well beneath his influence. Jung-hoon’s calm resignation, the submissive attitude toward Tae-seok hidden inside it… it felt both alien and dangerously tempting.
“Stop talking nonsense and just drink your beer.”