The Operation
I carried her over to where the table stood and set her down on the sofa. Cramped as it was, it posed no obstacle at all to what Juri and I were about to do. I hiked up her skirt and slipped my hand inside her panties. Ma Juri twisted in my arms. When I first reached in she had seemed fine, but within a minute her sex was already soaked through. Juri was clearly a woman of considerable experience — and one who grew aroused with ease.
Once I felt how wet she was, I pulled her panties off completely. She didn't resist. If anything, as the heat climbed through her she seemed to be quietly waiting for me. That made sense. A woman whose heart had already been wholly claimed by our church would look upon its leader with a desperation no outsider could understand — and I knew it well.
I quickly dropped my pants and pressed my already erect cock against her entrance. The truth was, I seemed to have a quiet preference for older women. It was something I had only recently discovered about myself. Strangely, when I looked at women younger than me I felt as if I were looking at a child, even as if I were committing a sin. A soft, mature woman, though, stirred desire and arousal in me. I had wondered whether it came from never receiving enough love from my mother as a child, the way other people had — but it wasn't as though I was seeking maternal instinct from older women either. Someday, when I had the time, I ought to look into this preference of mine.
And with that, my cock sank straight into Juri's sex. Whether from the alcohol or the tangled state of her recent emotions, she writhed as she felt me enter her. I figured she wanted to drown out reality in this kind of pleasure. I did my best to give her as much stimulation as I could…
Some of you might find this strange. How could I, a man who had sworn that even as the leader of a cult I would never do anything illegal or unethical, suddenly turn around and do something like this? You might be appalled, even disgusted, at the sight of me carelessly taking a woman older than myself — a woman supposedly living on borrowed time with an incurable disease. Someone might even call the whole thing completely implausible and say my story doesn't hold together.
I'll cut to the conclusion: Ma Juri was not terminally ill, and she had no rare disease.
Ma Juri was not, as she had packaged herself, a woman forced by hard times into the underworld, nor was she under anyone's threat. The "man" looking out for her was the same Jo Byeongsu we had been talking about all along.
It was true that the triad people had come looking after she returned from Hong Kong. But she herself was the one who had proposed the business deal. Using the same route she had used to bring in jewels and money, she would smuggle drugs. She volunteered to serve as the middleman delivering them to the Korean supplier the triads dealt with. The triads had been struggling badly with drug smuggling; the quantities had been tiny. Their Korean clients had always been dissatisfied and had even threatened to change suppliers. Korea was still an underdeveloped market for the triads, so they couldn't easily walk away. That Korean client was Jo Byeongsu. Figuring that in the long run the triads would use her and eventually harm her, Ma Juri had latched onto Jo Byeongsu. It was a survival strategy from a woman who knew the triads' ways all too well.
I drove my hips hard and looked down at her face. Ma Juri had thrown her head back, eyes squeezed shut, savoring the stimulation flooding her lower body. Looking at her face, I smiled, thinking that the operation was proceeding according to plan.
"Haa… haa… Jisin-nim. I am now a complete believer of Cheonsiman-gyo. My heart and my body are both your poor lambs, Jisin-nim. Please lead me to heaven."
"You want to go to heaven?"
I asked, but Ma Juri couldn't answer.
"If you devote yourself to atoning for the sins you have committed in the little time you have left, your sins can be forgiven."
Speaking while moving my hips was extremely difficult. Ma Juri's eyes opened and looked at me. Her focus was unfocused, but she was definitely looking at me.
"I'll do that. Please guide me. I'll do anything for you, Jisin-nim. Haa… haa…"
I thrust my hips harder.
"Then from now on you will receive my special protection. And you need only do exactly as I tell you. You must not lie to me, and you must not deceive me. Then your soul will be saved, and I will bestow a special reward upon you like this…"
It was complete nonsense, but in her current state Juri seemed to believe every word. I almost burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all, but I held it in with everything I had. Juri clung to me and said,
"Huk… huk… I'll do it. Give me lots of rewards too."
Anyone could see she was a wild girl, so Jo Byeongsu clearly hadn't been holding her often either. She had money, so at best the host bars were her only way of satisfying her sexual needs. After being with men like that, a hollow feeling would settle in the heart — and with the recent terminal diagnosis, she wouldn't have been able to bear that emptiness and would have stayed away.
I felt myself approaching climax. I sat up, gripped Ma Juri's ankles, and said,
"Mmm… I bestow upon you the grace of God…"
And I came. Juri covered her chest with both hands and closed her eyes. Even I thought the gesture was childish and ridiculous, but in this moment anything went. I wanted to take the opportunity to play the bumbling cult leader. And the funnier part was that my third-rate little performance was working completely.
I got off Juri's body, walked straight over, wiped my cock with a tissue, and took a swig of the drink I'd been having. When I looked back at Ma Juri, she still had her legs spread wide in the same position as before. Her belly rose and fell as she gasped for breath. I finished the rest of the drink, stood up, and went back to her.
"When you wake up tomorrow, come to Simanjeong. Pack enough to stay for several days."
Juri cracked her eyes open, looked at me, and nodded. Just then someone entered the shop. It was Yeonggi the Cheongisa. He looked at me and bowed his head at a full ninety degrees. I quickly put my clothes on and followed him outside. Outside, a luxury sedan was parked in front of the shop. The driver got out and opened the rear door. I got in, and Yeonggi took the passenger seat. The car pulled away at once.
"You did well."
Min-hwa, who was already in the car, clung to me as she spoke. I held her. The car carried us smoothly toward Simanjeong.
When we arrived at Simanjeong the three of us got out, and the car disappeared somewhere. Min-hwa linked her arm through mine and headed for the Byeolchae. She kept giggling, clearly pleased about something. Yeonggi the Cheongisa followed us as far as the entrance to the villa; when we opened the door he bowed and went up to the rooftop.
When we stepped inside, Yunchae and Miryeong were asleep, and Jeongmi, who had been looking at her phone, jumped to her feet. Naked Jeongmi came toward me with quick steps. Her breasts bounced. Watching her, Min-hwa, who had been at my side, took off the long fur coat she was wearing. Under that coat she had nothing on at all. I turned to Min-hwa and said,
"Weren't you cold?"
Min-hwa gave me her characteristic bright smile and said,
"I was only in the car."
Then Jeongmi came up in front of me and said,
"Did it go well? What about Ma Juri?"
I nodded and gave a thumbs-up. Jeongmi smiled and said,
"Well, if it's Jisin-nim…"
Min-hwa linked her arm through mine and said,
"You need to wash up. I'll wash you."
Min-hwa started undressing me. In front of me, Jeongmi looked at me and said,
"Tell me the details."
Once I was naked, Min-hwa led me into the bathroom. Jeongmi followed us in. The bathtub was already filled with water. Min-hwa and I got in and sat down. The warm water brought the alcohol back up, and my whole body was going limp like a tissue soaked in water. Jeongmi came in too and sat on the other side of Min-hwa. Both women were slowly rubbing my shoulders and chest.
Jeongmi still seemed to want to hear the story. Looking at her, I said,
"There's nothing to tell. It went according to the scenario, and I told her to come here tomorrow."
Jeongmi said,
"Was there any sign she was suspicious? I heard that woman is a suspicious type."
Min-hwa kissed my neck and took hold of my cock. She was deliberately rubbing her breasts against my body. I found myself thinking that a woman's body even one year younger, well cared for, really was softer and more elastic.