Shaking in the Car with the Married Lady
How lofty she had been when they first met.
That gaze of hers, dripping with mockery and condescension, looking down on him as if he were nothing.
And now that same woman—
In this cramped car—
Had her mouth stuffed full of his massive cock, sucking on it so pitifully.
Her makeup was slightly smeared. The hair she had carefully swept up was disheveled now, clinging to her forehead.
Her head never stopped bobbing for even a second.
Trying to take him deeper. Working so desperately to swallow him down.
"Madam… this is… so good. I had no idea you'd suck me this well…"
"I don't know… shut up…"
Watching her nobility and pride crumble before his cock. Watching her lips greedily accept him. A thrilling sense of conquest surged through him.
That psychological superiority far outweighed any physical pleasure.
He rested a hand on Eun-ju's head and pressed down firmly.
As if accepting a command, Eun-ju gripped his thighs tighter and took his cock even deeper.
Her saliva mixed with the precum leaking from his cock, soaking her chin and his thighs.
Then…
The numbers on the status window connected to Hye-na began to change.
12… 19… 26… 31…
What… is she meeting that professor again? Hye-na?
Just in case, Yeonwoo checked Professor Yeon's status window as well.
Connect Professor Yeon Jeong-ho's status window.
A new window overlaid his vision.
Yeon Jeong-ho (45)
Emotion Value: 38
As expected…
His value was hitting 38 as well.
Those fucking bastards… what the hell are they doing?
After Eun-ju left and the café door closed behind her, Hye-na was alone.
I was… completely violated by Professor Yeon Jeong-ho. I even thought he loved me…
But that didn't matter anymore.
It was completely over between them. For her, only Yeonwoo existed now.
But to hear something like that from his wife… it's truly pathetic.
Hye-na pulled a crumpled note from her pocket.
Come there when you're done. The place where I used to drop you off… it's important.
I don't want to go. I really don't. But… I've already met the Madam… Today I have to show him that I want this to end. Otherwise I won't even be able to see Yeonwoo oppa.
In the end, she stood up from her seat.
Let's end it. This is really the end.
Steeling her final resolve, she left the café.
She headed to the meeting place only the two of them knew.
His car was visible in the distance.
As she drew closer, Jeong-ho's headlights flashed twice.
The window rolled down, revealing a familiar face.
"Get in the car."
His voice was the same as always.
"Let's just talk here."
Hye-na stood with her arms crossed. Her posture alone seemed to declare her resolve.
She had no intention of going wherever he wanted again, of ending up giving her body to him once more.
Yeon Jeong-ho shook his head and glanced around.
"There are things we need to discuss quietly. Too many eyes here."
"It's always like that with you, Professor…"
"What choice do I have? Do you want us spreading it around the whole neighborhood that we're an inappropriate couple?"
Hye-na eventually sighed, opened the passenger door, and climbed in.
The car smelled of the cologne he always wore mixed with old cigarette smoke.
The moment the door shut, Yeon Jeong-ho's hand slid up from Hye-na's knee toward her thigh as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
She slapped it away.
"Don't!"
Her voice rose sharply.
"Don't touch… my body. I'm… not anything to you anymore, Professor. And don't come looking for me like this either. If you keep this up…"
She drew a sharp breath.
"I'll report you."
"Report me?"
A sly smile spread across Yeon Jeong-ho's face.
"You… want to take a look at this?"
He pulled a smartphone from his pocket and, with just a few taps, started a video.
The screen was dark and slightly out of focus, but the people in it were all too clear.
Two bodies entwined on a bed. The one underneath was Hye-na herself.
Eyes closed. Mouth open…
"Professor!!!!!"
Hye-na's scream tore through the car.
"This… what is this?"
She couldn't tear her eyes from the screen. Her pupils dilated to the extreme. It felt as if every drop of blood in her body was draining away in an instant. Her hands and feet went ice-cold.
I never… even imagined…
She had never thought such a video could exist. The man she had trusted, relied on, and loved…
"You… filmed this without me knowing?"
"Keep watching."
Yeon Jeong-ho's voice came cold and flat.
The video kept playing. Conversation spilled out of the speakers.
Hye-na on screen, panting: "Professor… really… this time the foundation scholarship… I can receive it, right?"
Yeon Jeong-ho on screen, also panting: "Of course. I promised you, didn't I? Tuition, naturally… and creative activity funds… as long as you listen to me well, I'll keep doing this for you going forward."
Hye-na, voice mixed with moans: "Professor… thank you… I really love you… haah! I love you…"
Yeon Jeong-ho: "Yeah… I love you too…"
The movements were far too explicit. The content of the "transaction" far too blatant.
When Hye-na heard her own voice coming through the speaker, her knees went weak.
"Professor!!! This is…"
Her voice trembled with terror.
"Don't worry!"
Yeon Jeong-ho said it calmly as he lowered the phone.
"My face is shown this explicitly too… do you think I'd leak something like this?"
"Delete it!"
Hye-na shouted in a voice close to a scream. She lunged forward and grabbed his arm.
"Delete it!!!"
Yeon Jeong-ho lightly brushed her hand away. His expression had gone completely cold.
"I need… insurance too. When you say you'll report me like this… and treat me like a criminal…"
He looked straight into Hye-na's eyes as he continued.
"How am I supposed to delete this?"
"Professor… please…"
Tears overflowed from Hye-na's eyes. Without even realizing it, she was on her knees, clinging to his arm.
"This… you can't."
"Is that so?"
Yeon Jeong-ho smiled again.
"Then… shall we discuss this problem… seriously?"
His hand moved again. Openly approaching her chest, he grabbed her breast.
Hye-na flinched. But that was all. She couldn't push his hand away. Every nerve that wanted to resist seemed paralyzed.
The image of herself in the video. That filthy conversation circling in her mind, crushing every last shred of her will.
Her eyes stared at Jeong-ho in terror, and her hands couldn't even think of stopping his touch.
"Let's go to a hotel first… and talk."
Yeon Jeong-ho finished speaking as he was already starting the engine.
"Alright?"
Hye-na didn't answer. She was already completely pale.
Yeonwoo oppa… what… am I supposed to do…
The two Emotion Values were moving together in a certain rhythm. Numbers fluctuating well above their usual levels. A man and a woman who had been mixing their bodies for a long time already. The meaning was clear.
While watching Eun-ju suck his cock, Yeonwoo called Hye-na.
… Only the ringtone sounded. She didn't pick up.
"Fuck…"
Yeonwoo grabbed Eun-ju's head and pulled her up. His cock slipped from her lips.
"Huh? Why?"
"Madam, call Professor Yeon. Right now."
With a bewildered face, Eun-ju took out her phone and dialed her husband.
… He didn't pick up either.
Yeonwoo's eyes changed sharply.
"Fuck… these bastards… they're fucking right now…"
Eun-ju hurriedly looked up at him.
"What? How do you know that?"
"Just a feeling."
Yeonwoo's voice grew low and rough.
"I… Madam, I wasn't planning to do anything to you… but now that your husband is eating my girlfriend."
He gripped Eun-ju's chin firmly and forced her to look at him.
"I have to eat you too, Madam."
"What?!"
"Get up here."
Yeonwoo pulled her toward the passenger side and sat her on his lap. Then he fully reclined the passenger seat.
Before she could even scream, Eun-ju was completely laid out before his eyes. His hands roughly hiked up her skirt.
"Ah! Too rough…!"
"Shut up. Do you think your husband is treating Hye-na gently?"
His fingers pressed into her pussy through her panties as if shoving them straight in. Eun-ju trembled.
Refusal? No. That was… anticipation.
From the moment he put his fingers on her pussy—no, long before that—Eun-ju had wanted to be fucked by Yeonwoo. But his rougher-than-expected manner was a bit startling.
"A little… gentler… please…"
Yeonwoo roughly yanked her panties down and off. His body loomed over hers. That thick, long cock, wet at the tip, positioned itself between her thighs.
"You fucking bitch… can't even keep your husband in check…"
Her pussy was—whether from excitement or anticipation—soaking wet and gaping, waiting only for Yeonwoo's penetration.
"What's that supposed to mean… you also… couldn't keep your girlfriend in check… nnngh…"
With those words, he thrust deep into Eun-ju's pussy in one go.
"Hwaaagh!!!"
Eun-ju's scream rang through the narrow car. Her eyes went wide as she stared at his face.
What she felt below was a tearing sense of expansion. Too thick. Too deep. A moment of pain.
But the moment of pain was far too short. In an instant it vanished, and a pleasure she had never experienced filled the void.
What… I've never… experienced anything like this. Haang…
While sucking his cock, she had imagined what it would feel like when this girth, this length entered her. But that imagination was utterly worthless before the reality she was feeling now. The pleasure she felt now was pleasure she had never even imagined.
"Hwaaang~~ baby… you're crazy… haang… this is… haang…"
Her body was completely at his mercy. At the speed and depth he wanted. As he gave it.
There was no man like this around her. A man who treated her so carelessly, with pure desire… It was humiliation. But at the same time, it was what she had so desperately longed for.
"More… harder…"
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The sound of flesh colliding rang out regularly, roughly. The car body shook with each impact.
"Ah! Ah! So… rough…! But… it feels so good."
Her moans burst out as if she were choking. The windows had completely fogged from the heat inside the car, cutting them off from the outside world.
Just as Eun-ju was shocked by Yeonwoo's massive cock, Yeonwoo was shocked by the tightness of Eun-ju's pussy transmitted through his cock. Unexpected chewiness and strong pressure. Her grip, so tight it was hard to believe she was thirty-eight, was being deeply engraved into his cock.
Really… just in terms of tightness… she's similar to Hye-na… how hard does she work at maintaining herself?
"What's wrong?"
While his body was absorbed in thought, his movements momentarily slowed. Perhaps finding Yeonwoo strange, Eun-ju asked.
"No… fuck… the tightness is too good…"
"Huh?"
"I said your pussy tastes so good it surprised me!!!"
Yeonwoo began moving his body even more violently. Her head kept hitting the seat headrest, and her legs wrapped around Yeonwoo's waist.
"Ah! Ah! So… rough…! It feels so good."
Her moans burst out as if she were choking.