The Beautiful Madam's Lust

Each of his touches made her skin burn with heat.

The feeling of being comforted was instantly twisting into something else.

She was startled by her own body's reactions.

A sensation she had never felt from her husband, or any other man.

Her hands instinctively grabbed his sleeve, and her body leaned toward him bit by bit.

The car filled with their hot breaths.

Yeonwoo's hand settled on her chest.

Eunju's breasts heaved roughly, the thin blouse fabric crumpling and trembling under Yeonwoo's touch.

"Mmm... wait, just a sec..."

Her murmur was swallowed by Yeonwoo's lips.

One by one, the buttons of Eunju's blouse quietly came undone under Yeonwoo's fingers.

"What are you doing... stop it... haa..."

But her free hand didn't grab or stop ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠his.

All the blouse buttons came undone, the fabric parting to reveal her skin.

Her bra held her full breasts.

"Stop it!!! What do you think you're doing to me..."

But his hand lifted her bra up.

"Suddenly... if you do this..."

Her breasts popped out of the bra.

Her swaying breasts and the taut, dark nipples came into Yeonwoo's view.

His palm roughly cupped one of her breasts.

Yeonwoo's hand pressed into the hot, soft flesh of her breast.

"Huh...!"

A choked moan burst from between Eunju's lips.

Yeonwoo pinched her nipple between his fingers and began to twist it gently.

Eunju's body curled up as if sinking into the seat.

'What... what's happening now? This can't be... but... why does it feel so good.'

His thumb rubbed the hardening nipple.

"Wait... ah... stop... this can't be..."

Though she kept protesting with words, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and surrendered to his touch.

She wanted him to soothe her heated body.

Her body, heated for some unknown reason.

Eunju began to understand the reason as an attraction to Yeonwoo.

Yeonwoo's lips grazed down her neck.

Then he sucked one nipple into his mouth.

"Haa... there... haa!"

She reacted especially sensitively when her nipple was stimulated.

When the sensitive spot received a sharp stimulation, she unconsciously gripped his shoulder.

"I... that spot is super sensitive... please... stop... I can't do this."

Her voice was close to a desperate plea.

'If I do this... I'll be just like her. Could this kid... in the car with me...'

His other hand slid under her skirt, gripping the thigh through thin stockings.

His fingers slipped past the stocking's edge, sliding deeper toward her skin.

"No... really... we can't do this..."

She cried out softly.

"Why can't we? Your husband does it all the time."

"I don't want to be the same."

"I... don't want to stop. Your husband is ravishing my woman. I will too."

"Is that why you're doing this to me?"

"And... you're too beautiful, I can't stop."

At Yeonwoo's words, her hips lifted toward his hand on their own.

Her wet panties were felt against his fingers.

"It's wet."

"I'm crazy... why am I doing this..."

"This spot is sensitive too."

"No... it's not... what do I do... it feels like water's coming out."

Yeonwoo lightly rubbed her nipple with his lips, then gently bit the sensitive protrusion with sharp teeth.

"Ah! Ah... it hurts... gently..."

'Gently?'

Now she was no longer refusing but demanding.

As the biting pain ended, his tongue tip soothed the spot, easing the pain.

At the same time, Yeonwoo's hand that had been caressing her thigh finally entered her panties.

"Huu... you wouldn't... me..."

As she said, that place was already full of arousal fluid.

When his finger entered, the fluid overflowed and spilled out.

"Yes. Just as you expected..."

His finger went deep into her pussy.

And tickled her vaginal walls delicately.

"Huuuu~~~!!!"

Eunju's body tensed tightly.

Pressed against the driver's seat back, her head thrown back, her scream seemed to shake the windows.

Overwhelmed by pleasure she'd never experienced, she couldn't control her body.

"This can't be... stop... haa! Please... stop... huu..."

Emotion Value 80 was the level that had once made Hyena faint.

When emotions were entirely focused on sex like this, the forcibly adjusted value of 80 felt like nearly the maximum a person could feel.

Thus, Yeonwoo was hesitant to set it higher.

And as Yeonwoo thought, Eunju was experiencing and expressing a pleasure she'd never felt before, exploding from below her waist, incomparable to anything else.

It wasn't her first orgasm from sex.

But this orgasm was on a different level from previous ones.

And it was a climax felt with just his fingers.

Her body trembled, convulsing repeatedly.

Even the slightest movement of the finger inside her pussy became unbearable stimulation, waves of pleasure crashing over her again and again.

"Stop... too... too much... ah... ah..."

She grabbed Yeonwoo's hand that was stirring inside her pussy.

"Please... now... can't we stop? I... I feel like I'm going to die..."

Eunju pleaded desperately with glistening eyes.

But strangely, Yeonwoo interpreted her gaze as a request for more stimulation... and even for him to penetrate her.

Yeonwoo slowly pulled his face away and looked down at her.

Eunju had her eyes closed, lips slightly parted, breathing heavily.

Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure happening in her body, she looked at a loss.

Her chest heaving with breath, eyelashes trembling slightly, hair completely undone.

Then Eunju's gaze began to focus.

Still dazed, it gradually turned toward Yeonwoo's face.

The moment their eyes met, she quickly turned her head away.

And she covered her exposed breasts with her arms.

Her recent screams and struggles, the image of herself completely surrendering to him, brought an indescribable shame.

But the shame didn't last long.

As Yeonwoo continued to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠look at her, her breathing quickened again.

It was due to a new desire.

Though her eyes still held embarrassment, it was clear she wanted more.

"Do you really... want to stop here?"

"Yes... please... no more... beyond this..."

Yeonwoo began to slowly withdraw his fingers from her pussy.

'Huh? What? Really... pulling out? Stopping here?'

Eunju muttered to herself.

As Yeonwoo's body moved away and he leaned back against the passenger seat, her eyes showed clear disappointment.

His touch that had made her body feel that way... inwardly, she was waiting for his ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠penetration.

'I let him go this far...'

She hadn't thought he'd stop like this.

Now her hand slid onto his thigh.

"What is it?"

Without answering Yeonwoo, she took his cock in her hand.

If he'd just pulled her hand a little, she would have moved to the passenger seat without hesitation, climbed onto him, and inserted herself.

Her status window updated.

'Huh? 38? Wow... she's really ageless. Or... did she really take good care of herself...'

Yeonwoo looked at her again carefully.

He scanned her face again, noting the near-absence of fine lines and her skin's elasticity.

No matter how he looked, she didn't seem to be in her late thirties.

Even the feel of her breasts and the tightness of her pussy around his fingers...

Her age seemed like a lie.

"You... why did you stop?"

"Why? Is that a problem? You looked... too uncomfortable..."

"Then why did you touch me? Really... out of anger at my husband?"

"That's part of it... but honestly..."

Yeonwoo looked at Eunju and said.

"I felt sorry for you... and you're too beautiful and attractive..."

"Me?"

Eunju's eyes widened slightly.

It was a satisfied expression mixed with joy.

"Did I really look that beautiful to you?"

"Yes..."

"But... why are you doing this now?"

"If I keep going... I feel like I'll cross the line..."

"What line?"

"You know..."

"The line you're talking about... the one my husband and your lover keep crossing?"

"Yes... I thought you'd try to keep it..."

"Right... up until now... but not anymore... I have to be the only one keeping a line everyone else crosses..."

Eunju's hand still held Yeonwoo's cock.

"But... is this really yours? Aren't you putting something in your pocket?"

She was definitely holding his cock, but it was too large to be a human one.

Eunju blushed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in confusion.

Through his pants, an overwhelming 'presence' was felt.

Her eyes widened, alternating between her hand and what was hidden beneath.

'No way... is this really... this man's cock?'

The estimated size completely exceeded her common sense.

Eunju began to pull down Yeonwoo's pants.

She wanted to confirm. Directly...

"If you take that out... I can't handle it."

"Do as you please."

Eunju even pulled down his underwear, bringing his cock out into the world.

And what was revealed... made her breath stop completely.

Her eyes widened as she stared at the vivid reality.

It wasn't just 'big'.

It was intimidating, wild.

She wanted to touch it.

She wanted to cup that rough, hot cock in her palm and feel the pulse beating within.

Eunju looked at Yeonwoo's face.

"From now on, all my actions... are because of you, Madam."

"No... that's not..."

Eunju's gaze dropped down again.

She lightly bit her lip.

"This can't be... how does something like this fit in a person?"

"I... can take it all."

"I don't think I can."

Even as she said that, Eunju felt her pussy opening on its own.

Yeonwoo sighed.

"If you're scared... I'll put it back in."

'No... don't put it back! Put it in my pussy.'

Eunju thought she was crazy for thinking that, but couldn't let go of his cock.

"Then... aren't you uncomfortable? Being erect like this... if you can't ejaculate... men get uncomfortable, right?"

"It's okay. I'll just be uncomfortable. I can't ask you for this, Madam."

'Please... please... let me suck it...'

Eunju muttered to herself.

"No... since I made you like this..."

"Are you... really okay?"

Eunju nodded immediately.

"Yes... it's okay."

"Then... I'll ask you."

Eunju's hand moved toward Yeonwoo's cock.

Toward that massive, heavy thing, pulsing with heat.

Her palm wrapped around the hot surface.

She took a deep breath.

Fear was visible in her eyes.

But there was also anticipation for a world she'd never tasted.

And she lowered her body.

Her soft lips first touched the pulsing tip.

She opened her mouth, welcoming the hot thickness with her lips.

The awkward angle of moving her head due to the uncomfortable position in the car.

But gradually, she found a comfortable position, moving her body, and her head movements began to find a rhythm.

Her head moving up and down, the slick sound of saliva, intermittent moans escaping.

Yeonwoo leaned against the passenger seat, looking down at her, feeling something stir deep in his chest.

When they first met, how haughty she had been.

Her eyes that mocked and belittled him.

And now, in this cramped car, she was filling her mouth with his massive cock and sucking it pitifully.