The Night of Drawing the Line
Even so.
Her body was still vividly resurrecting the memory of Tae-seok pushing his way inside her pussy.
The instant his hands had stripped her clothes away.
The moment his lips had traced down the curve of her neck.
The overwhelming fullness that had threatened to tear her pussy apart as he slowly buried himself inside her.
“Hah… ah…”
Eun-jung recalled the ecstasy she had felt and unconsciously pressed her thighs together.
She could still sense how hot and slick that place remained, soaked and throbbing.
Tae-seok’s energy lingered deep within her, sending electric shivers through her with the smallest movement.
You crazy bitch. You have to forget this… This was wrong.
She shook her head violently.
Yet inside her mind, Tae-seok’s rough yet tender rhythm kept replaying on an endless loop—the way he had called her name while driving his hips against her.
That pleasure had been…
More intense and sweeter than any moment she had ever shared with her husband.
It was the kind of ecstasy that melted her completely, as though every ounce of loneliness she had suppressed for years had exploded out at once.
Eun-jung slowly placed one hand over her breast.
Even through her t-shirt, her still-sensitive, swollen nipple brushed against her fingertips.
The slightest pressure made her back arch on its own.
“…No… Don’t think about it…”
Even as the words left her mouth, her other hand had already slipped beneath her skirt, gently stroking the spot that still carried Tae-seok’s mark.
“Mmm……!”
A tiny moan slipped out.
The pleasure surged back like a tide.
She clenched her teeth and swallowed the sound.
Every smooth stroke of her fingers sent sweet tremors rising from the deepest part of her pussy.
The desire to feel it again tormented her far more fiercely than any guilt.
“Tae-seok… I’m sorry… But… why does it feel so good… Why did you make me like this?”
Eun-jung finally leaned back against the wall, closed her eyes, and let herself sink once more into the memory of that brief, scorching moment with him. Her fingers had already pushed inside her pussy, teasing the most sensitive spot.
“Haa……”
A hot moan escaped before she could stop it.
She had comforted herself alone countless times before.
“Mmm…… Haa……!”
Without a husband, it had been her only release.
As always, she slid two fingers deep inside and moved them slowly.
Until now, that had always been enough.
But after what she had just experienced, the stimulation felt pitifully weak.
The way Tae-seok’s fierce thrusts had seemed to spear her womb with burning friction, the relentless, powerful rhythm… nothing could compare.
The faster her fingers moved, the clearer his image became in her mind.
“Ah……! Tae-seok… Hngh……!”
She bit down hard, but her moans only grew louder.
She added a third finger, stirring her insides while her thumb rubbed her swollen clit with firm, urgent strokes.
The more she touched herself, the more desperately she craved him.
No… Don’t think about it… Haang… You can’t think about it.
The harder she masturbated, the more she ached for Tae-seok’s massive cock.
His body heat. His breath. His groans. The moment his cum had flooded deep inside her.
“Haaaa…! Tae-seok…!”
Her hand moved rougher and faster than it ever had before.
At the same time.
Tae-seok lay sprawled on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The room still carried the faint trace of Eun-jung’s sweet scent mixed with the smell of sweat.
“Fuck… I really did it. With Aunt Eun-jung…”
He muttered under his breath and dragged a hand down his face.
She had always been the one who looked after him warmly whenever he was struggling.
He had never once seen her as a woman, yet just moments ago they had been tangled together in the most intimate way imaginable. The reality refused to settle in his mind.
His chest felt tight, yet strangely light at the same time.
Guilt clawed at his throat, but the memory of her soft, burning body made him feel oddly refreshed.
The way she had moaned and clung to him.
The way her legs had locked around his waist with surprising strength.
Simple words like “good” weren’t nearly enough.
It had been a deep, overwhelming pleasure he had never experienced before.
As if the most secret parts of them had touched directly, exchanging something profound.
“…What… the hell was that…”
Tae-seok whispered.
Every time he had moved, something had flowed out from inside him and seeped into her. The more she responded, the stronger that sensation had returned to him, magnified.
He had felt it clearly.
It wasn’t an illusion.
And without that power, he never could have kept up such fierce, prolonged movements on top of her.
Tae-seok thought back to his experiences with previous girlfriends.
Yeah… I have to admit it. I couldn’t last like that before.
A bitter smile crossed his lips.
Only now did he begin to seriously consider the nature of his new abilities.
The status window that had appeared just before Eun-jung left the room, as he watched her retreating back, resurfaced vividly in his mind.
Both her emotion level and dominance had risen higher than before.
He had confirmed that the emotion level increased through physical contact, kissing, and sex.
And by the time she walked out of his room, it had dropped considerably from its peak at the moment of her climax.
So the emotion level shows her current state?
That seemed like a reasonable guess.
What about dominance? Why did it rise? Is this also tied to sex?
It was the most likely explanation.
If they kept having sex… would his dominance keep rising until she became completely his?
That’s going to take time to verify.
The addition of a new line under special notes was another fresh change.
“…There must be conditions.”
Whether the emotion level had to pass a certain threshold,
or dominance had to break through a specific value,
or both had to be satisfied at the same time.
He still couldn’t tell.
“There’s so much I need to check…”
Special Notes
• Burden from the courtship of the real estate president (Yang Chun-seok)
Information she had never once mentioned aloud—completely private details.
Yet there it was, displayed without hesitation.
“…It even shows things like this?”
He let out a low chuckle.
“…Interesting.”
That night,
Eun-jung stood outside Tae-seok’s door for a long time, pacing back and forth.
She raised her hand, lowered it, raised it again, stopping several times before finally steeling herself and knocking lightly with the back of her hand.
Knock. Knock.
“…Tae-seok, it’s me.”
There was a brief pause inside, then the sound of the doorknob turning.
Creak—
When the door opened, the warm light from within gently wrapped around Eun-jung where she stood in the darkness.
Tae-seok looked at her in silence, the woman who had stepped into that light.
At this hour, Eun-jung was usually dressed in comfortable loungewear.
Loose t-shirts and pants, or casual sweats.
But tonight she was different.
The knit dress clung softly to her body, clearly outlining every curve.
Her full breasts, slender waist, wide hips, and the slight swell of her lower belly…
It looked less like something thrown on for a quick trip next door and more like an outfit chosen with care to meet someone.
She had even applied light makeup.
Her lips carried a subtle gloss, and her eyes seemed sharper and more alive than usual.
The effort only made the situation feel more awkward.
Sensing his gaze, Eun-jung lowered her eyes for a moment.
Unable to meet his stare directly, she drew in a deep breath.
“I took the sheet earlier… so at least use this one tonight.”
She held out a neatly folded clean sheet with both hands.
Tae-seok accepted it without a word.
“…And… could we talk for a minute?”
Talking again… This feels dangerous.
Still, he couldn’t simply send her away.
“Yes…”
Tae-seok answered shortly.
He stepped slightly aside, making room for her to enter.
Eun-jung stepped inside.
Every footstep was strangely cautious.
Each time her feet touched the floor, the knit dress shifted against her body, accentuating her silhouette.
She deliberately chose the desk chair, keeping her distance from his bed.
The moment she sat, the elastic fabric pulled taut along the line of her thighs.
Eun-jung flinched and quickly looked down, tugging the hem of her dress lower in a hurry.
She pressed her knees together neatly and smoothed the fabric once more with her hands.
Her fingertips pressed and straightened the material with more care than necessary.
The deliberate motion of erasing every wrinkle carried a clear resolve.
A determination to draw a line, to go no further.
Yet the subtle tension visible between her tightly closed knees, and the way her eyes kept drifting downward, were things she could not completely hide—even from herself.
“I don’t know how you feel about this, Tae-seok…”
Eun-jung lightly bit her lip, then spoke slowly while avoiding his eyes.
She had rehearsed the words in her head many times, but now that she was actually saying them, they refused to flow smoothly.
“What happened earlier… was a mistake. It never should have happened.”