The Comforted Madam

"Ah! Ah! It's… so rough…! It feels so good."

Her moans burst out as if she could barely breathe.

"Fucking bitch… You clench tighter too."

"Fuck… Why are you cussing at me like that? Hnnngh…"

Taking in this young man's hot, rough body—something she had never even imagined—Eun-ju sobbed from the pleasure crashing through her.

Her husband's endless affairs of late had driven her pride straight into the dirt. That a woman who lacked for nothing should be treated this way was more than she could bear, and so she had grown more venomous by the day.

And yet this man—Yeonwoo. His rough hands, his filthy words, the sheer presence of him driving into her now… all of it was filling her up.

One crude line about how good her pussy tasted was healing her. Being called a fucking bitch made her feel more vividly alive than her husband's indifference ever had. Every time his cock slammed deep into her cunt, the thought that she was still something men wanted sent a fresh jolt of heat through her.

She buried her face against his shoulder and moaned louder.

"Hwaaang… Keep going… keep going…"

Listening to her moans, Yeonwoo issued a command in his mind.

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Convert Emotion Level to auto mode.

Eun-ju's eyes grew even more unfocused. Orgasm rolled through her in waves. Even after switching to auto, the number refused to drop from around eighty.

His cock kept filling her pussy without pause, growing harder and thicker inside her. She felt his climax approaching—and as her own body shuddered with orgasm, she waited for him to come.

Any second now…

Yeonwoo's body trembled.

"Ah… fuck… this pussy… is really…"

His words broke off.

"What about my pussy?"

"It's so fucking good… I'm gonna come!!!"

"Yes!!! You can come. Come for me. Inside me…"

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

Buried in her as if he meant to spear straight through her body, he poured his heat deep inside.

"Hwaaagh…! Baby…!"

At the same moment, Eun-ju's body convulsed; her pussy clenched hard around his cock, and her legs locked tight around his waist—as if she wanted him to feel every last delicious inch of her.

A moment later, all motion stopped. The pleasure pooled deep in her body began to ebb.

Yeonwoo pulled back. His cock slipped free of her pussy with a wet pop.

"Hngh!"

Even that last sensation sent a final spark of pleasure through her, and Eun-ju let out a short moan.

Left empty on the car seat, her body felt hollow without him. She slowly pushed herself upright. From the tips of her toes to the crown of her head, she barely felt like she belonged in her own skin—moving was an effort. The deep, satisfying ache felt wonderful. But the thought of letting him keep seeing her like this, so thoroughly wrecked, made her flush with shame.

"Don't look…"

She tugged her skirt down from where it had ridden up over her chest and stuffed her discarded panties deep into her handbag. Her fingers trembled slightly as she fastened the buttons of her top. Then she struggled back into the driver's seat, checked the rearview mirror, and smoothed her disheveled hair. She worked to blank her expression—cooling her eyes, flattening the corners of her mouth. She wanted to project the haughty air of a woman who would never be satisfied by a man like him.

But her chest was still pounding. Between her thighs, Yeonwoo's hot semen was still leaking out.

"Crazy… You… what did you just do to me…"

She muttered it almost to herself.

"Me?"

Yeonwoo straightened his collar and answered evenly.

"Didn't we do it together?"

"That's ridiculous…"

But… he was right. She couldn't remember resisting him at all. If anything, the only memories that remained were of her actively craving his body—lifting her hips to take his cock deeper when it first pushed into her pussy, the moans she spilled every time he thrust hard, the way her own legs had wrapped around him tighter still. Those were the only memories that stood out sharp and clear.

Eun-ju turned her face slightly toward the window, as if the uncomfortable truth were too awkward to face head-on, and dialed someone.

"Where is he right now? What? Ah… yes… All right. Keep at it."

Her expression hardened steadily throughout the call. She hung up and looked at Yeonwoo.

"Just like you said…"

Her lips trembled faintly.

"Those two… are together right now."

"Huh? What? You put a tail on your husband?"

"I did…"

"Wow… You're something else, Madam. So what are you going to do now?"

"I'll have to wait and see… Honestly…"

Eun-ju shook her head and let out a sigh.

"I don't even know what I should do."

A brief silence settled between them before Yeonwoo spoke, slowly.

"Would you share what you know with me? The facts and the evidence you've gathered?"

"Huh?"

Wariness flickered through Eun-ju's eyes.

"Why would you want that?"

"Rather than handling it alone… wouldn't it be better to do it together? The enemy of your enemy can make for an ally, after all."

Eun-ju's gaze drifted into the middle distance. She toyed with the strap of her handbag, lost in thought.

"Well… I'll… think about it."

"All right."

Yeonwoo didn't push any further. He understood she needed time to stop and make the decision herself.

"I'll be going, then."

He reached for the passenger-side door handle.

"Hm? Ah! Yeah…"

For a moment, a flicker of reluctance at letting him go crossed her face.

Yeonwoo started to open the door, then stopped. He leaned back in toward Eun-ju.

Huh? Is he ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠going to kiss me? Is he that kind of sweet guy?

Eun-ju's breath caught. Her eyes held a quiet expectation.

His face drew closer—closer to her lips. And Eun-ju, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as if she had been waiting for exactly this, closed her eyes and accepted the kiss.

It was brief, but something subtler than the fierce physical exchange of moments before seemed to take shape between them—a strange bond forming.

He checked her status window one last time.

"I'll be waiting for your call, Madam."

Yeonwoo offered a quiet goodbye and shut the door.

Left alone in the car, Eun-ju felt the lingering warmth of that final kiss on her lips and stared blankly out the window at his retreating back.

Today… you could have stayed with me…

When Yeonwoo got home after work, he found someone standing in the dark hallway. The face lit by a phone screen was Hye-na's.

She had been waiting for him.

"What are you doing here?"

Fatigue and irritation roughened Yeonwoo's voice.

"What do you mean…"

Hye-na tilted her head with an innocent look, fully aware of why she was being asked.

"Yesterday… why didn't you answer?"

His voice was bone-dry.

"I was just… so tired… I fell asleep the second I got home."

A ridiculous excuse. A completely half-hearted one.

Yeonwoo unlocked the door and walked inside without a word. Hye-na hesitated for a moment, then carefully followed him in. The door clicked shut behind them.

"Does that even make sense?"

Once he confirmed she had come in after him, Yeonwoo pressed harder.

"It's true."

"Do you… think I'm an idiot?"

At that, Hye-na's demeanor shifted in an instant.

"Okay… I'm sorry… I won't do it again."

Her voice changed completely—endlessly soft and fragile, laced with a touch of coyness. Then she pressed herself into his arms, making sure he could feel her chest against his, angling her neck so it brushed his lips.

When Yeonwoo still said nothing, she grew bolder. She seemed to know exactly how to use her body as an effective weapon against a man.

"I… thought about you all day today. Because of you… I was so worried…"

Yeonwoo leaned to her ear and whispered.

"Me too…"

"Hye-na… tell me what's going on. I told you. I don't want anything from you… I just want us to be people who can trust each other…"

"I know. I want that too… That's why I'm doing this. I'm… doing everything I can right now to come to you, oppa."

"What is that supposed to mean."

"I told you. I'm… not that innocent a girl… It's a little… complicated. To come to you completely… there are a few things I need to settle first."

"Settle?"

Yeonwoo's hand gently lifted her chin.

"Yes… But it's almost… done."

She didn't look away from his eyes.

"So… can you just wait a little longer for me?"

"Even so… if you're going to lie… honestly, 'I just fell asleep' is way too lazy. Am I just supposed to take that at face value and move on?"

Her hand slid down to his thigh.

"Oppa… just this once… can't you let it go?"

Hye-na was already working his pants open.

"Hye-na… what… are you doing?"

"I know you're mad, oppa."

She sank to her knees in front of him. The pose made her look small and helpless, a pitiful girl with nowhere else to turn. Her skirt fanned out across the floor.

"I just… want to make it up to you like this. So…"

Her gaze lifted and met his.

"Forgive me."

Then her hands pulled his pants and underwear down together. Yeonwoo's cock sprang free right in front of her eyes.

Hye-na didn't hesitate. She leaned forward and gently cupped his balls in both hands.

"You're trying to smooth this over like that?"

Yeonwoo tried to hold on to reason even faced with her like this—but he couldn't hide how her touch was getting him hard.

"You don't like it?"

Her lips touched his cock. She seemed to know exactly which expression would disarm a man—she blinked up at him with those big eyes. Her dark pupils were wide, and her long, full lashes trembled faintly.

Damn… Fine. Might as well enjoy what Hye-na came prepared to offer.

She softly sucked the tip of his cockhead between her lips, then began to lick it lightly with the tip of her tongue, lapping up each bead of precum that gathered at the slit.

The truth was, Yeonwoo already knew most of what she was hiding. It irritated him that she still couldn't cut ties with Professor Yeon even while claiming to love him—but the feelings she held for Yeonwoo himself were no lie, as the number stamped on her status window confirmed.

He was certain there were circumstances between the two of them that he didn't know—and he was waiting for Hye-na to tell him herself.

She opened her mouth wider and slowly took that thick cock into her mouth. The whole time, she kept rolling her eyes upward to look at him—as if to say, I'm going this far for you… are you really not going to cut me any slack?

That expression was temptation itself, impossible to push away. It looked as though the slightest show of anger or rejection would send the tears welling in her eyes spilling over.

And yet, at the same time, the skilled movement of her tongue inside her mouth made it clear just how many times she had done this before.

Fucking bitch… Did you learn this too while you were dating Professor Yeon Jeong-ho? Or… were you always this kind of girl?