More Serious About Panties Than I Thought
Yang Ji-soo bent down to gather the clothes she had tossed onto the floor, still covering her breasts with one arm.
She was wearing nothing but a single pair of panties, her smooth back and plump thighs completely exposed. It was a feast for the eyes.
Her shoulders spread wide in an inverted triangle, perfectly matching her naturally large breasts. Yet her delicate shoulder blades somehow looked fragile, giving her entire silhouette a slender, almost fragile impression.
It was probably because of her unusually long waist.
Now that I looked closer, there was a healthy layer of feminine softness around her midsection. She wasn’t just skinny—she had the natural, womanly body that was supposed to be there. The kind of figure that felt alive.
In a way, it was an ordinary waist. But for a woman who had given birth, recovering to this level must have taken considerable effort and innate talent.
Of course, what was truly gifted was her chest—those heavy breasts that still curved dramatically outward even from behind...
When she lay face-down on the floor, all I could see was her ass... and that wide, fertile pelvis.
Good god. The panties weren’t even mesh, yet they stretched so tightly they might as well have been. The faint outline of her most intimate parts showed through the fabric.
Her torso was so small. How could such a slender, beautiful creature even exist? She was the complete opposite of my wife, Eun-ho.
This was a violent, weaponized body that carried every feminine allure to its absolute maximum.
So for me, the man forced to reject that body for an entire week, it was nothing short of a serious security threat.
Even now, my junior down below was standing at full attention, sounding every alarm in his head.
Or was he preparing to surrender?
If so, he was a traitor to the nation.
I would have to execute him.
“Just a moment… I need to use the bathroom…”
I had to get this filthy energy and these dirty thoughts out of my body immediately.
“Ah…”
As I shuffled awkwardly toward the bathroom, Ji-soo gave me a strange look.
Had she noticed? My condition?
I didn’t want her to realize how turned on I was by her body.
Even though she probably already knew… I didn’t want her thinking I was some pathetic guy who got hard the second a woman took her clothes off.
“Um… would it be okay if I… borrowed your phone for a second?”
The half-naked thirty-seven-year-old married woman asked, clutching her discarded clothes to her chest with a flushed pink face.
* * *
When I handed her the phone, she looked incredibly relieved and quickly dialed an eleven-digit number.
A number she had memorized.
It had to be family.
Family… her husband…
Which husband, though…?
—Ring. Ring.
The mechanical tone didn’t sound like a normal ringtone these days.
Knowing that the person on the other end of this call might have had sex with Eun-ho—or could in the future—made me unavoidably curious.
“Ah, he’s… he went to the bathroom…”
When I stopped and turned to watch her make the call, Ji-soo looked visibly flustered.
“It’s fine. Just do it here.”
“……Yes.”
She had always been obedient, but now that she was undressed, Ji-soo had become even more submissive.
Still wearing nothing but her panties, she focused intently on the ringing phone.
—Click.
Someone picked up.
“It’s me… How’s Eun-seo…?”
Ji-soo barely greeted the person before immediately asking about someone named Eun-seo.
“She’s not crying? She’s not asking for Mommy? Yeah… yeah… What did you feed her for dinner?”
Ah.
Eun-seo.
That was the child’s name.
The little girl who had just turned two and needed her own plane seat.
I hadn’t paid her much attention, but I did remember seeing her crying alone in the room while her mom and dad were doing obscene things on the plane.
…At that time, Ji-soo had left her daughter behind and was tied up in the bathroom in a lewd position, getting her asshole pounded by a vibrating dildo.
For a child that age… this was probably the first time she had ever been separated from her mother.
“Yeah… yeah… She cried herself to sleep… No, don’t wake her up.”
Ji-soo’s voice had noticeably dropped.
It was already naturally low and quiet, but now it sounded like she was desperately holding back a surge of emotion.
I could barely hear the man on the other end.
His voice was low to begin with, and perhaps because he knew I might be listening, he seemed to be speaking even softer.
“I know… Yeah… Calling is against the rules… I should be focusing on my husband right now… Just this once, please… Yeah… Then in a week…”
Beep.
The call ended in less than a minute.
I knew exactly what this felt like.
This was a married couple’s conversation.
They only said what was necessary, but every emotion and concern was conveyed perfectly between the lines.
Because they already shared deep trust and a life together, there was no need to drag out the call like young lovers.
Eun-ho and I had already reached that stage, so a couple bound even tighter through a child would be no different.
That single phone call made it clear just how firmly Ji-soo was tied to that man.
“Was that Young-hoon? That guy?”
“Yes… ah!”
Ji-soo started to answer, then quickly covered her mouth.
Her original husband.
The two-hundred-centimeter-tall muscular giant.
The man who had fucked Eun-ho…
“I-I’m sorry…”
Seeing the burning look in my eyes, the half-naked Ji-soo apologized.
“You don’t have anything to apologize for, Ji-soo.”
Or did she?
After all, she was still trying to pull me into this whole situation…
“…Hic…”
Suddenly, Ji-soo began to cry.
Why?
I was the one who felt like crying here…
“Hic… Hnng… Hic…”
Oh no.
The dam she had been holding back had finally burst.
“Huuuuaaaang…”
Good lord.
She was crying like a child.
She dropped the clothes she had been holding, covered her eyes with both hands, and sobbed uncontrollably.
“Ji-soo…! Why are you crying…!”
The moment I saw her heartbreaking tears,
I felt an overwhelming wave of pity,
and—while trying not to think too much about her fully exposed breasts—I pulled her into my arms.
“Hnnng… Hic… I miss Eun-seo… Hic, hnng…”
There probably wasn’t much comfort I could offer her.
I was just a man she had met today, someone she was supposed to offer her body to…
But sometimes, when you’re hurting, you just want someone—anyone—by your side.
That’s why people get married, isn’t it?
I held the thirty-seven-year-old mother tight, wearing nothing but her panties, and comforted her through her grief.
“This must be the first time you’ve been separated from her.”
“Y-yes… Hic, but I had to meet you, Sung-won… Hnng, it’s my duty as a wife… Huuuang…”
Ji-soo pounded weakly on my chest, buried her face against me, and let all her tears pour out.
My pajamas were soaked.
“…What did they say Eun-seo had for dinner?”
“…Egg-tomato bibimbap…”
“That sounds good.”
“…It would taste better… if I made it…”
“Of course. Your cooking would definitely be much better.”
“Young-hoon can’t even… season things properly… Waaaaah…”
She had used casual speech with her husband just now.
When the crying mother burst into tears again, her sobbing looked so adorable that I simply pulled her head gently against my chest.
I didn’t have children, so I didn’t know for sure…
But I imagined that if Eun-ho were separated from her own child, she would cry just like this.
* * *
Ji-soo cried for about three minutes before finally stopping.
I kept holding her tightly until she calmed down.
When she finally wiped her tears and pulled away from my embrace, she politely bowed while covering her breasts with both arms, then returned to her usual calm, housewife demeanor.
Then she noticed how wet my pajamas had become from her tears and looked mortified. In a panic, she tried to help me take them off—only to realize she was exposing her own naked body again. Her face burned bright red as she covered her breasts and sat down awkwardly.
At her eye level was my cock, which had grown even harder while I was holding her…
Instead of the woman who was staring at it like she had lost her mind, I used my own hands to remove my pajamas.
“I… drew a bath for you.”
Leaving behind Ji-soo, whose eyes were still moist, I headed to the bathroom.
The modest-sized tub was already half-filled with warm water.
A shower would have been enough, but she had gone this far…
It occurred to me that this was the first time I had ever gotten into a bath someone else had prepared. I lowered myself into the water.
A little water sloshed over the edge, but the temperature and water level were perfect. It made me realize that Ji-soo was no stranger to preparing baths.
“Haa… Today was such a long day…”
A sigh escaped me naturally.
…The surveillance cameras.
Were they recording in the bathroom too?
He had said he wouldn’t invade my privacy, but…
All sorts of thoughts crossed my mind, but the physical and mental exhaustion was too heavy. I couldn’t resist the warm bath.
“So Ji-soo… came here with that kind of resolve. Enough to leave her child behind with her mother…”
My cock still refused to go down in the water. That was another problem…
Since I couldn’t go out like this, I figured I should just take care of it once.
I focused and wrapped my hand around it…
What I pictured with my eyes closed was, of course, Ji-soo’s radiant naked body and those magnificent breasts I had just seen.
The sensation when I had pressed my face against them.
The softness I felt when I held her.
The way her back arched and her bare skin moved when she bent over to pick up her clothes, lifting her ass…
Every single image was more than enough to make me cum.
But at the same time, memories of the past two weeks flooded in—those obscene, indulgent sex sessions with Min Seo-hye.
The moments of betrayal I had felt toward my wife.
The thrilling taste of adultery.
And right now, the fact that I hadn’t thought of my wife once while thinking about any of these three women.
Eun-ho’s trusting eyes.
Those eyes that had always looked at me with reason and equality.
The eyes that had demanded so much from me so strictly…
And the wife who had given her body to me…
Now…
My wife… who had taken another man’s cum inside her…
“Ugh, ngh, ugh…”
I… I was going to cum.
The fact that all of this… every single part of it gave my cock pleasure… It was both shocking and terrifying…
—Knock. Knock.
Huh?
A knock?
—Knock. Knock.
“Sung-won… May I… come in…?”
Before I could even answer, the bathroom door opened…
“Would you like me to… wash your back…?”
It was Ji-soo, completely naked except for a bathrobe draped over her shoulders…
