The Woman Who Just Gave Herself to Another Man
Yeonwoo watched the widget's numerical changes in silence.
*...This kind of number fluctuation... Fuck, those bitches...*
He arrived at the conclusion naturally.
The image of Hye-na and that professor together.
And...
The conviction that Hye-na and that professor shared some kind of... special...
relationship.
Exploring each other's bodies...
If not, nothing else explained it.
There was no reason for Hye-na's emotions to rise and fluctuate this far.
Of course—
He had considered the possibility that the two were fiercely arguing.
When emotions collided and anger mixed with confusion, the numbers could spike.
But it was merely one possibility.
In Yeonwoo's mind, the picture of the two of them tangled up in bodies was already far clearer.
*...They're doing it. Fuck... saying she loves me... lying to me... meeting another man... spreading her legs for him?*
A surge of rage rose, yet for a moment Yeonwoo felt a strangely subtle sense of relief.
The number had been lower than he expected.
If they truly were having sex right now and Hye-na's maximum value was in the forties...
It would also mean the emotions she felt toward that man weren't that strong.
Perhaps it was just the ordinary level a man and woman felt during sex.
Yeonwoo was special...
So she would feel even greater pleasure with him.
In that case...
Even if she had sex with that other man, she wouldn't forget him.
She could recall the special pleasure she felt with Yeonwoo while mixing her body with another man.
The thought gave Yeonwoo comfort.
But...
No matter the circumstances...
Right now she was in another man's arms.
The woman he had thought was his own...
Was accepting another man's cock.
Disgust filled him.
Yeonwoo stared at the widget fixed in one corner of his vision and simply watched.
It was only a number, yet in his eyes an image of Hye-na and the professor's fierce sex scene began to overlay it.
***
Hye-na's numbers hovered around 10 and no longer fluctuated.
Like a sea surface stilling after the waves, the number sat quietly fixed.
Yeonwoo held his phone and hesitated for a moment.
Thirty minutes had passed.
That was enough time to calm down.
He pressed the call button.
After a short beep, Hye-na's voice came through.
"Ah. Oppa..."
A voice slightly out of breath.
The rhythmic click of shoes echoed repeatedly.
She was definitely walking.
"Where are you now?"
"On the way home. I broke up with Seonyeong."
"Yeah? You broke up faster than I expected. Still, your voice sounds tired."
"Yeah. I was... a bit out of it today."
Yeonwoo paused, then spoke.
"Can I see you for a bit?"
A short silence passed through the phone.
"Oppa... I want to rest today. I'm really tired."
A soft but clear refusal.
She would have been reluctant to meet him after being with another man.
"Really just a little."
"Oppa..."
Hye-na let out a small sigh.
The breath touched his ear.
"I just want to go straight home today..."
Yeonwoo didn't pull back even though he knew.
Oddly, he didn't want to let it go now.
"Ten minutes. Just see my face."
"Tomorrow... I'll show you a lot more. Today's my condition isn't great either..."
"It's fine. I'll wait."
A strange obstinacy was mixed into his voice.
Silence again.
Footsteps echoed through the phone.
"...Haah."
Hye-na finally made a sound that might have been a laugh or resignation.
"Okay. But really just a little."
"Yeah. Right away."
"Meet me in front of the convenience store near my house. I... should be there in about fifteen minutes."
"Okay. I'll head over."
Yeonwoo hung up and headed to the convenience store in front of Hye-na's house.
He arrived first, idly checking his phone before setting it down again.
Then...
From afar, he saw a woman in a familiar figure walking toward him.
Even from a distance, the beautiful silhouette of a woman with perfect proportions.
It was Hye-na.
Dressed as if made-up yet not, like an ordinary female university student.
The colors and silhouette harmonized to radiate natural elegance.
The small crossbody bag slung over her shoulder swayed in rhythm with her movements.
At that instant, the widget in one corner of Yeonwoo's vision expanded as if transforming.
From the concise numerical display to the familiar general status window.
Hye-na also spotted Yeonwoo's figure.
She walked toward him with a bright smile, waving her hand in greeting.
The number shot up.
**[Emotion Value 51.]**
A smile spread across Yeonwoo's face as well.
It had been the time he had guessed they were with that professor.
The peak value back then had been 43.
Now, simply from spotting him, it had jumped higher than that.
She was clearly...
The one she had most on her mind right now was him.
Some inexplicable feeling of elation came over him.
Hye-na approached him as if nothing had happened.
Her expression looked tired and her steps were slow.
Hye-na stopped right in front of him.
"Why are you staring so intently?"
She asked.
Yeonwoo answered with a completely nonchalant face.
"Just... You're still beautiful today."
Hye-na lightly tapped his arm and laughed.
"Tired. I really can't... Can't resist..."
"What can I do... when I want to see you..."
"Chii..."
She flicked her eyes at him, then smiled again and stepped closer to his side.
"...Can we walk for just a bit?"
Hye-na nodded.
"Yes, sure."
The two began walking toward the neighborhood park.
The lighting gently illuminated the path, and the breeze was slightly cool but not bitterly so.
For a while they walked in silence.
Then Hye-na came closer, slipping her arm through his.
"Hm?"
"Why? Can't?"
"No... It's too good. That I can walk with you like this..."
"..."
Hye-na said nothing.
Instead she pulled his arm even tighter against her body.
She pressed his elbow firmly against her plump breasts.
The soft, milky warmth of her chest was transmitted directly through Yeonwoo's arm.
Through her jacket and knit, a bit thick, the pressure and warmth of smooth, resilient, abundant curves were felt vividly.
"Her breasts... I can feel them."
Yeonwoo whispered mischievously into her ear.
"That's why I did this."
"What? You're seducing me?"
"Why? Doesn't that count?"
The woman who had said she didn't want to meet him because she was tired was now acting so proactively.
"I... get jealous when you do this."
"Really? Are you jealous right now?"
Hye-na turned her head and glanced at him.
"Of course. When a man's blood is high and he feels the breasts of such a pretty woman like this... how can he not react? I... walking has gotten hard."
He expressed his awkward gait exaggeratedly.
"Don't exaggerate!"
Hye-na laughed out loud.
Her laughter rang clearly through the night air.
Yet in the center of his pants a clear bulge was evident.
"Madman... Control yourself. I'm scared people will see."
"I've already passed the time when I can control it."
"Then... Shall we sit on a bench over there? Walking's hard, right?"
"Yeah. Let's do that."
They walked to a wooden bench on the far side of the park.
It was a secluded spot where no streetlight reached.
When they sat, Hye-na's dress skirt rose slightly, revealing more smooth, bare thighs above her stockings.
When Yeonwoo stared at her legs and exposed thighs, Hye-na asked.
"Why? What are you looking at?"
"No... Just... Your legs are too beautiful..."
"Pfft..."
"But why do you dress so short? It must be cold..."
Hye-na tilted her head and looked down at her skirt.
"Just... It's pretty."
"What... Did you meet someone who had to look pretty?"
A somewhat bony question.
But Hye-na brushed it off without concern.
"Why? Does it bother you?"
She stretched her leg a bit and continued.
"I... I have confidence in my legs... Everyone says they're too pretty..."
"So... That's why it bothers you."
'And... You've met other men like this.'
Yeonwoo muttered inside.
He took her hand.
On the bench their hands met warmly.
No one was around.
Yeonwoo looked at her face.
Still pure and cute...
A beautiful face.
Crescent-shaped eyes, sharp nose tip, small soft lips.
But with this face that looked so pure,
the fact that she had met a married male professor just moments ago, deceived him, and tangled on the hotel bed flashed through his mind, and a strange feeling rose in his chest.
It was like...
excitement from a thrilling sense of mismatch.
The surface purity and the dangerous, captivating filth beneath.
Because of it, her charm had transformed far beyond simple purity and cuteness into something far stronger and more stimulating.
Her tainted purity rather stirred the desire to hold her.
Yeonwoo tilted his head and approached her lips.
"Oppa..."
He sucked in Hye-na's lips as if she were about to say something.
Hye-na hesitated for a moment.
But she didn't avoid it.
Instead she closed her eyes and met his lips.
Her lips warmed and parted slightly beneath his.
Yeonwoo felt her sweet tongue and stroked her thighs.
**[Emotion Value 55]**
Had she already experienced it once with him up to 85?
With a single kiss her numbers shot to 55.
Her breathing grew rough as Yeonwoo's hand entered her skirt without any hesitation.
His hand slid over her stockings, caressing the inside of her thighs.
"Haaang... Oppa... No... Today... Hueng... I don't want to..."
But Yeonwoo's hand went deeper.
The center where her legs parted was already hot and moist.
"Oppa, please... You promised you'd listen to me..."
She sounded uneasy.
The place where she had just accepted another man's cock...
was being touched by her boyfriend...
"Hm? Did I say that? You're not confusing me with someone else, are you?"
"Bad... Oppa... Please... Ahh... When I do this... Haang..."
His fingers pressed lightly against her panties.
"Haa... Ah..."
Hye-na's body trembled slightly.
She instinctively lifted her waist a little, then leaned back against the bench again.
"Oppa, please... Hueng~ Today... I don't want to. Please... Don't touch there~
