The Cleansed Museum Director
The two of them soon entered the hotel room.
The sound of the card key echoed as the door swung open, then clicked shut behind them. In that instant, every outside noise vanished completely.
Eun-ju walked to the window and stood motionless for a long while, staring out.
Emotion Value: 42 [Automatic]
Name: Baek Eun-ju
Age: 38
Occupation: Museum Director
Issue: Preparing for divorce with husband, unwanted sex with husband
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Eun-ju kept her back to him, breathing slowly as she stood before the window.
Yeon-woo stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
Eun-ju slowly tilted her head back against his chest, surrendering herself completely.
The tension in her shoulders melted away, like water flowing from a cracked dam.
“I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. How did I end up meeting you…?”
“Regret it?”
“Regret?”
She shook her head just slightly.
“It’s already too late for that. The real problem is that you’ve come to like me… enough to do things like this.”
Yeon-woo pressed a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck.
Even after having sex with her husband, her value had hovered in the low twenties. Now, the slightest kiss on her nape while standing in the same room with Yeon-woo sent it soaring to 51.
Eun-ju’s breathing grew noticeably ragged.
“Strange…”
She let out a soft, trembling laugh.
“Until just a moment ago… I felt as if my body had been thoroughly dirtied.”
She grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, voice husky.
“Being held by you like this… I feel like I’m getting cleansed.”
Yeon-woo slowly turned her around to face him.
Their gazes met. So close. Close enough that their breaths mingled.
Eun-ju clutched the front of his T-shirt.
Yeon-woo kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and finally—tentatively—her lips.
Eun-ju lifted her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
Their kiss deepened, growing slower, hungrier.
Chup… slurp… chub… chub… slurp…
The sounds of their lips filled the room as their bodies grew hotter.
Yeon-woo roamed his hands over her.
Down the slender line of her shoulders, across her thin forearms…
Then up her waist, cupping her breasts with gentle care.
“Ahng… huuung…”
Short, broken gasps escaped her lips.
Even when she tried to hold them back, they leaked out—trembling, needy breaths.
Eun-ju hugged him tighter, pressing their bodies flush.
Yeon-woo caught the faint, clean scent of her.
It smelled like fresh body wash—clean, yet strangely warm, as if her skin still carried the heat of a recent shower.
She had probably showered right after having sex with her husband.
She had wanted to wash away the dirt.
A woman who had just been with another man.
That alone was enough to send Yeon-woo’s blood racing.
His hand slid under her skirt, along her thighs.
Her legs instinctively tried to close, then slowly parted again.
As if waiting for his touch.
His fingertips brushed her slick skin.
He traced the sensitive inside of her thigh, feeling the goosebumps rise.
The soft, firm flesh of her thighs quivered under his palm.
Eun-ju’s legs trembled as she felt him.
His fingers slipped beneath the edge of her panties and pushed inside her.
“Ah…! Yeon-woo…”
Her fingers dug into his waist as she moaned.
“Touch me like that. It feels best when you do it yourself.”
His fingers moved slowly, circling inside her, stroking her walls.
“Hung… haak! Haak! It feels so good…”
Her pussy was still drenched.
“So wet…”
The sticky wetness coated his fingers.
It could have been her own arousal… or her husband’s cum.
Eun-ju seemed to have the same thought.
“Wait… I should shower first…”
“Showered already?”
“Yeah… but I want to wash again.”
“It’s fine. Just do it.”
“I don’t want to be like this… I don’t want you to hold me when I’m still dirty!”
Her voice was firm, almost desperate.
The pussy her husband had just used. The place still leaking the man’s cum. She couldn’t bear the thought of Yeon-woo touching, licking, or fucking that spot.
‘Impossible. I can’t let him hold me like this.’
She couldn’t endure it.
“Then let’s shower together.”
Yeon-woo naturally took her hand.
The moment their fingertips touched, Eun-ju’s shoulders gave a tiny jerk.
“Together…?”
Her eyes widened in surprise. Then her face flushed crimson.
“Mm-hmm.”
Yeon-woo smiled and stepped closer.
“I’ll wash you.”
“I’m embarrassed…”
“It’s because of me. It only makes sense for me to wash you.”
Eun-ju looked away, lowering her head.
Her body shifted restlessly, yet the hesitation in her posture melted into something far closer to excitement.
Yeon-woo had already begun slowly peeling off her clothes.
“Yeah… I understand. Then together…”
They faced each other and began removing each other’s remaining layers.
His fingers slid the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. The fabric slid down her body like water.
Eun-ju lifted his T-shirt and pulled it over his head.
Yeon-woo undid the clasp of her bra.
Her full, firm breasts spilled free.
Her hands worked his belt open.
His pants dropped to the floor with a heavy thud.
They moved to their last remaining underwear and peeled it away.
Eun-ju instinctively covered her breasts with one hand while shielding herself with the other.
“Enter.”
Yeon-woo’s voice was soft.
Eun-ju answered in a small, embarrassed voice.
“U-uh… yes…”
She stepped into the shower first and reached for the knob. Hot water cascaded down.
“Haa~”
The droplets kissed her shoulders and made her body tremble.
The warmth ran down her back, her waist, and along her limp arms.
As a wave of drowsiness washed over her, Yeon-woo stepped behind her without a word and pulled her into his arms.
The solid wall of his chest pressed against her wet back. Eun-ju tilted her head.
“So warm…”
Her wet hair clung to her shoulders as she leaned against him.
His massive erection pressed against the curve of her ass.
Yeon-woo couldn’t stop admiring her body.
Even at her age, her skin remained flawless—transformed by time into lush, sensual beauty.
It was nothing like the tight bodies of women her age, yet it carried an entirely different allure.
Yeon-woo’s lips found the nape of her neck again.
“You… are really… insanely beautiful…”
His hand stroked down her belly, then up to her wet breasts, kneading them like they were his own.
The heavy, firm flesh filled his palms completely.
His thumb and forefinger circled her areola, teasing the sensitive edges.
“Huuung… Yeon-woo… feels so good.”
His fingertips brushed her nipples.
The stiff, peaked texture sent shivers through her.
He twisted and rubbed them slowly, savoring every reaction.
He felt her pulse quicken beneath his touch. With the other hand he pinched the opposite breast, rolling and stroking until both nipples stood rock-hard.
Eun-ju’s rapid heartbeat pounded through his palms.
Her breathing grew more erratic between the rushing water.
“Really? I… look that good?”
Her voice, barely audible, trembled over the sound of the shower.
“Yeah… really.”
His hands kept washing her breasts, cleaning every trace of the other man.
“I feel bad… standing naked in front of you after having sex with my husband…”
“Don’t think that.”
Yeon-woo’s voice was calm, almost tender.
He still couldn’t understand her guilt.
She had chosen this path for him. She knew it better than anyone, yet she continued to punish herself.
His hands slid down her body—belly, waist, hips—finally cupping the firm roundness of her ass.
“Ah…”
Her legs shook.
“You don’t think I’m dirty, do you?”
“Not at all… I feel terrible for making you think that.”
His fingers traced her lower abdomen. Her entire body trembled.
“Even those feelings… I’ll wash them all away.”
At his words, Eun-ju melted.
Between the hot water and his hands, she slowly lost all weight.
Yeon-woo gently stroked her lower belly, feeling the coarse texture of her pubic hair.
“Haang… everything… wash it all… heu-eok…”
Eun-ju panted.
He cleaned the outer lips with careful circles, then slid one finger inside her.
“Hung…”
He rubbed and scratched away every trace of the man who had been there.
“Was it the husband’s cum that was still inside…?”
He probed the tight inner walls, fingers spreading and washing each delicate fold.
Her pussy clenched tightly around his fingers.
“Hung…! Yes… wash it all… thank you… I… feel so good.”
As his purification continued, Eun-ju’s hips shook violently.
“Hung… Yeon-woo…”
Her hand gripped his ass.
“I feel so clean… That’s why… I love it so much.”
His fingers moved faster, washing away every last trace.
“Kiss me… kiss me.”
Eun-ju arched her neck and turned her head, eyes wet and pleading.
It wasn’t a request anymore. It was pure, unquenchable hunger.
Yeon-woo gladly covered her desperate lips.
He pushed his tongue deep into her mouth.
Warm breath mingled. Their wet tongues slid against each other, hungry.
She sucked hard on his tongue.
“Mmm… slurp… chuu…!”
The deeper the kiss, the weaker her strength became. She clung to him, melting into his arms.
While they kissed, one hand kneaded her breast, the other fucked her deeper.
After a moment, Eun-ju’s body convulsed. She came with a cry of joy.
“Yeon-woo… good… so good… aaah!”
Orgasm…
She had reached her peak with nothing but Yeon-woo’s cleansing.
Yeon-woo enjoyed the trembling of her body, then slowly withdrew his fingers from her still-pulsing pussy.
Under the transparent stream of water, his fingers carried away the mixed fluids.
“Now you’re clean… I’ll fill you with my own.”
Yeon-woo pinned her against the wall and lifted one of her legs.
“Yeah… do it. Fill my pussy with your cum.”
Her raised thigh wrapped around his waist as if it had been waiting for him.
“Ah…! Aaah…!”
The head of his massive cock pressed against her dripping pussy.
He didn’t push all the way in at once. He slid in slowly but firmly.
“Hung…”
A moan escaped between Eun-ju’s lips.
“My pussy is really delicious, isn’t it? So tight… I’m right, aren’t I?”
