The Obedient Museum Director

"Haaah… this position… it's so embarrassing…" "Seeing you so ashamed is exactly what I want."

"Really… you're such a bad boy…" Minyoung straddled Yeonwoo's waist, her knees spread wide, lifting and lowering her hips in slow, deliberate rhythm.

"Is this right?" "Why are you asking? You're an experienced married woman…" "Hey!!! Just because I'm married doesn't mean I have experience. I… I've barely ever done this position."

"Really?" "Mm… I… I mostly just… lay down." "With your husband?" "Obviously." "Before your husband?" "To be honest… my husband was my first time… and my only man." "Wow… that's impressive, Mom…" "Haaah… yours… is really good. But… are you going to keep calling me 'Mom'?" "Why? Do you hate it?" "Hmm… every time you say it, I feel guilty thinking about Hyena's boyfriend." "Then… what should I call you?" Yeonwoo's hand gripped Minyoung's buttocks, pressing gently.

Her lips trembled as they parted.

"Haa… I don't know…" She panted, her hips moving more vigorously.

"Still… I don't like 'Mom'…" Her hand caressed her own breasts before sliding down to Yeonwoo's abdomen.

"Alright. Noona… like this?" "Much… better…" She arched back, sinking her hips deeper.

"Haaah! Still… just… call me by my name?" "Minyoung-ah… like this?" "Y-yes…!" Her reply was nearly a scream.

"I like… it when you call me that… Ahhh!!" At that moment, Yeonwoo thrust upward with brutal force.

One powerful, deep strike.

Minyoung's eyes went wide, her mouth hanging open as a long moan tore from her throat.

"Hhhhuuh… Yeonwoo… Yeonwoo… I'm dying!!!" Her body convulsed with tremors.

*Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.*

"But… is it really okay?" Yeonwoo panted as well, his hands gripping her thighs tightly.

"To call you by your name like this?" "Haa! If you cared about that…" She panted, driving her hips down as she continued.

"You shouldn't have… taken advantage of me in the first place!!!" "I know. Minyoung-ah. Minyoung-i…" "Haaah… haaah… haaak! Haaak!" Her head threw back as a long moan erupted.

Her neck stretched taut, her breasts swaying in violent waves with the rhythm.

"Minyoung-ah…" Yeonwoo called her name again, his voice rough with desire.

"You're squeezing me so tight… Minyoung's pussy is so bouncy, I'm going crazy." His hands gripped her waist, urging her to move even harder.

"That kind of talk… it's so embarrassing." Inside Minyoung's pussy, heat pulsed as her walls clamped down on his cock.

"What kind of talk?" "Calling it… pussy… and saying it's bouncy… it's weird. I've never said that before. Never even heard it. You're the first." "Do you hate it?" "Not exactly…" "I think Minyoung's pussy tastes amazing…" Physical pressure and the strange thrill of being called by name wrapped around both of them.

"Sleeping with your girlfriend's mom… treating me like this… you really like it that much?" She had just told him not to call her that because of the guilt, yet now she was bringing up the situation herself.

Yeonwoo thought she clearly enjoyed being taken advantage of by her daughter's boyfriend.

Before Minyoung could finish speaking, Yeonwoo wrapped his hands around her trembling breasts and squeezed.

Soft flesh overflowed between his fingers.

He kneaded those full breasts hard, twisted them, pinched the nipples between his fingers.

"Mm… so good." "Is it because I'm Hyena's mom that it's good?" "That's… not nothing." "You… you're such a rotten little bastard. You love sleeping with your girlfriend's mom." Her sexy voice cursing at him drove Yeonwoo wild.

"You too…" Yeonwoo gripped her thighs tightly as he continued.

"You like… being taken advantage of by your daughter's boyfriend." "I don't know… I really don't know. Yeah. I like it. You're… so good." Minyoung threw her head and hips back, rocking her pelvis rapidly forward and back.

The movement was skilled, greedy, and decadently elegant.

Is it really this good… because it's my daughter's boyfriend?

To push away that thought, Minyoung moved even more passionately.

A woman mounting a man, her face twisted in strange expression, her body writhing…

An angel on top…

That's what Yeonwoo thought as he watched her.

Glistening hair, a slender and beautiful neck, and a delicate body fiercely consuming him.

It was a sight that inspired awe.

"Minyoung-ah…" Yeonwoo's hips thrust upward again, lifting Minyoung's body.

"Hhhhuuh~~" Yeonwoo drove his cock deep in time with her rhythm.

He rose up, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠biting into the breast he had been kneading.

He stimulated the nipple hard with his teeth and tongue.

"Aah! Yeonwoo…! So good. Ahhh~~" Minyoung's hands gripped Yeonwoo's head tightly.

With his other hand, Yeonwoo grabbed her buttocks fiercely, thrusting even deeper.

"Minyoung-ah… louder… your moans are so dirty." At those words, Minyoung's face flushed red.

But her hips responded with irresistible instinct, moving even more violently, and her pussy clamped down harder on his cock.

"Rotten bastard… making me do weird things… haaah… I'm going crazy." Her trembling voice, the moans bursting from it, drove Yeonwoo mad.

"If I weren't a bad guy… you wouldn't be getting taken advantage of like this… Do you want that?" Minyoung shook her head hard.

"It's so fucking awful. That I like being taken advantage of by my daughter's boyfriend this much…" Curses poured from her beautiful face, completely mismatched with her appearance.

"I'll keep taking advantage of you. You're… going to keep getting taken advantage of by your daughter's boyfriend from now on." "Haaah… I'm crazy. We're… really crazy. You're not… my daughter's boyfriend anymore. You're just… the man I like." Minyoung's hip movements grew even more violent.

"Deeper… drive it in deeper." "Minyoung-ah!!!" Yeonwoo's hands gripped Minyoung's buttocks.

*Thrust! Slap!* *Thrust!* *Thrust! Slap!!*

One final, brutal thrust, and both their bodies began to tremble at the same time.

Minyoung's pussy contracted and relaxed at rapid speed, stimulating Yeonwoo's cock, and finally hot semen poured deep inside her.

"Haa… haaah…" Minyoung collapsed onto Yeonwoo's chest.

Their sweat mingled, soaking the bedsheets.

"You'll… come again, right?" At Minyoung's whisper, Yeonwoo smiled warmly.

His hand brushed her disheveled hair as he answered.

"Of course, Hyena's mom."

*Smack!*

Minyoung's palm struck his chest hard.

"Next time… come as my lover, not Hyena's boyfriend."

"Then from now on… I can hold you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like this anytime? Minyoung-ah?" "Are you really wanting to do this with me again?" "Mm… you're a really delicious woman." "Alright. If you come as my lover… I'll let you do that." Minyoung gazed at Yeonwoo with glistening eyes.

And then… she buried herself in his chest, embracing him.

Back home, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, Yeonwoo noticed a change in the translucent status window floating in his vision.

It was the one he had connected to Eunju.

"Hmm?" Yeonwoo's eyebrows lifted slightly.

He sat up halfway, propping himself on his elbows.

In the dark room, the blue numbers on the status window climbed slowly but clearly.

What's this? At this hour? Could it be…

A thought flashed through his mind.

Professor Yeon.

He had a hunch.

Eunju was preparing for marital relations with Professor Yeon to fulfill his request.

The location data confirmed Yeonwoo's prediction.

The numbers kept rising, but the pace was sluggish.

But… for marital relations… the emotion value is way too low?

If they really were having sex, the value wasn't reflecting deep physical intimacy or pleasure…

It was showing Eunju enduring forced obligation,

or suppressing extreme stress and disgust.

The value began to drop again after just thirty minutes.

The peak was a mere 27…

Then… a new alert appeared on the status window.

The functions that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had been unlocked on Eunju's status window were now activated for Yeon Jeong-ho as well.

That meant…

They had had sex.

Yeonwoo let out a triumphant cry.

The first piece of the plan had clicked into place.

At that moment,

his smartphone vibrated and lit up.

A message notification appeared on the screen.

It was a KakaoTalk message from Eunju.

The single short sentence vividly conveyed what she had just endured.

Her marriage crumbling after learning his true nature,

the cold relationship on the verge of divorce,

and having sex with her husband to fulfill Yeonwoo's request in that situation.

What he had asked so casually might have been the hardest request of all.

She must have had to throw away all her pride.

He could picture Jeong-ho's attitude toward her.

He could feel her desperation.

A subtle emotion stirred in Yeonwoo's heart.

He was grateful that Eunju would go this far for him, yet at the same time, her situation made him feel sorry for her.

He quickly typed a reply.

As soon as his message was sent, a reply arrived instantly.

The speed and content spoke of Eunju's desperation.

Yeonwoo stared at the message for a few seconds.

When he parked in front of her upscale house, Eunju was already waiting outside.

Her hair was neatly combed back and her clothes were tidy, but a heavy shadow of suppressed emotion lay across her face.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Eunju opened the passenger door without hesitation and climbed in.

The sound of the door closing rang out especially loudly.

"Drive. I don't want to be here one second longer."

Her voice was short and sharp.

Yeonwoo nodded and started the car.

"Alright."

The car glided smoothly onto the road.

"Where should we go?" Yeonwoo asked carefully.

"Anywhere… just not here."

Eunju said, looking out the window.

"Mm…" Yeonwoo didn't ask further.

Instead, he glanced at her hand.

The hand resting on her lap was trembling slightly.

A moment of silence passed.

Only the sound of the engine and tires scraping against asphalt filled the car.

"Haaah…" Eunju exhaled deeply.

"I was prepared. I thought I'd mentally prepared myself enough."

She gave a bitter smile.

"But… I didn't know it would feel this awful."

Yeonwoo opened his mouth, then closed it.

"Why did you…" Eunju turned her head to look at him.

"Why did you make me do this…" Yeonwoo gripped the steering wheel tightly for a moment, then relaxed his grip.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd go through this much. But I promise you, this… isn't just for me."

After a brief pause, he continued.

"In the end, it'll be something that helps you too."

Eunju let out a scoffing laugh.

"Really… you only say things I can't understand."

"I can't tell you everything right now."

Yeonwoo said, looking straight ahead without meeting her eyes.

"But… please try ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to understand a little."

Eunju turned her gaze back to the window.

"Fine…"