The Sinking Silt of Desire
Han Sujin returned home, cradled in Lee Han’s arms. It had become a familiar routine. The aftercare that once took place in the office had, at some point, shifted to her own home. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Han Sujin opened the front door and stepped inside with Lee Han.
Leaning back against the sofa, she watched as Lee Han peeled away her damp underwear and skirt. The cool air chilled her flushed skin. When his touch grazed her thighs, her body flinched involuntarily.
"Nng..."
Lee Han’s touch grew bolder by the second. Under the guise of cleaning her, he began to caress her most intimate places. At first, Han Sujin was startled and pushed him away.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Oh, I apologize. It was an accident..."
Excuses followed, but Han Sujin soon realized his true intentions. Strangely, however, her resistance was fading. Perhaps because her body had become so sensitive, she found herself waiting for his touch.
The next day, Lee Han’s hands were even more daring. He stroked her vulva, gauging her reaction. Han Sujin frowned, but she didn't protest vehemently. For some reason, his touch had begun to feel welcome.
As time passed, Han Sujin grew accustomed to Lee Han’s ministrations. Every time she caught herself secretly anticipating his touch while feigning a frown, she felt as if she were suffocating. Her mind went blank.
'What is this... why am I like this?'
She sighed in self-loathing. But it was clear she had already reached a point of no return. The sight of herself finding ecstasy in the touch of a man who was not her husband felt utterly alien.
A faint smile spread across Lee Han’s lips. He was slowly pulling Han Sujin into his grasp. He intended to watch her reactions and delve deeper and deeper.
Han Sujin felt herself sinking into an abyss. She was being captured by a twisted desire. She tried to rationalize it as something done for the sake of her happiness, but the more she did, the more it felt like she was walking into a deep, inescapable mire.
Lee Han’s touch and his sweet whispers were devouring her soul. The heat that engulfed her body made her senses reel. Han Sujin gritted her teeth, thinking of her husband’s face. But her heart, already beginning to crumble, could not be easily mended.
One day, when Lee Han sat Han Sujin on the sofa and sat down beside her, she looked at him with a puzzled expression. However, without a word, Lee Han didn't lift her skirt; instead, he reached out and gently touched her shoulder strap.
Han Sujin’s eyes widened in an instant. She grabbed his wrist and snapped at him sharply.
"What are you doing now?"
"Ah, you were sweating so much, I thought you might be uncomfortable."
Lee Han’s voice was calm and persuasive. Moreover, the illicit excitement transmitted through his touch wrapped around her entire body. Han Sujin grew increasingly powerless. A yearning to feel more of this sensation bloomed within her.
Sensing her weakening grip, Lee Han smiled cunningly and delved deeper. The touch that began at her shoulders slowly descended toward her breasts. It was a soft, delicate caress.
Han Sujin’s mind was pure chaos. The voice of reason, crying out that she must stop, tangled with the instinctual scream demanding more intense stimulation. In that moment of conflict, as she gritted her teeth, Lee Han’s hand reached her breast.
"Hnn..."
A moan escaped her lips as his hand slipped inside her clothes to tease her nipple. At the same time, a long-suppressed climax surged forward, striking her entire body. Han Sujin lost the strength to resist any further. She simply surrendered her body to Lee Han’s touch.
Lee Han wore a smile of triumph. Finally, Han Sujin’s defensive walls had begun to crumble. He would be able to lead her further down the path of deep, dark pleasure. Scanning her body with greedy eyes, he quickened the pace of his caresses.
Han Sujin surrendered herself to Lee Han’s touch. In the swirling vortex of growing pleasure, she thought that perhaps surrendering her body to carnal delight might be the only way to endure. She convinced herself that even this sense of moral decay was worth bearing.
Thus, Han Sujin granted Lee Han access to a new territory. She had taken one step deeper into the swamp of desire. Even if she would regret it, for this moment, she had no choice but to fall into the sweet illusion before her. As if that were the only way to survive her nightmarish reality.
Lee Han’s touch grew bolder. Calmly, yet persistently, he stripped away her clothes. From her shoulders to her breasts, then across her stomach and thighs, he finally reached her most secret place.
The moment Lee Han’s fingers touched that area, which had become sensitive beyond measure, Han Sujin’s vision turned white, and she was swept away by an orgasm. In the haze of the afterglow, her wedding photo appeared blurred in her sight, and her heart ached. Tears flowed down her cheeks without her knowing.
Lee Han did not rush. Slowly and expertly, he caressed her vulva. As his fingers began to probe deeper, Han Sujin’s body stiffened with tension. Lee Han stopped his intrusion and soothed her by stimulating the surrounding area. He handled the place he had only watched from afar with practiced familiarity.
Under Lee Han’s relentless touch, Han Sujin finally collapsed. Swept away by the waves crashing over her again, she reached a climax. The nectar overflowing from her vulva ran down her thighs and soaked the sofa.
Seeing this, Lee Han decided not to push any further. He gently soothed and calmed Han Sujin, who was gasping and caught in the aftershocks of pleasure. He brought a towel soaked in warm water and meticulously wiped her body clean.
At the sight of Lee Han’s care, Han Sujin sobbed. She felt so ashamed and humiliated that she had been aroused by the touch of a man who was not her husband. Overwhelmed by guilt and self-loathing, she could not stop crying.
Lee Han moved the sobbing Han Sujin to the bed. He whispered sweet comfort into her ear: "You did well." Then, he quietly slipped out of her home.
Han Sujin cried for a long time. Buried in her bed, she caught sight of the wedding ring on her finger. She could not control her miserable heart as she stroked the ring with trembling hands.
Before she knew it, she fell asleep. It had been a day too heavy to bear the weight of reality. Han Sujin’s soul was sinking into a deep mire. A path of irreversible error. But without even realizing that fact, she simply fell asleep, exhausted.
Han Sujin woke up and dragged her languid body to the bathroom. Standing under the hot stream of water, she desperately wished for the traces of Lee Han left on her body to be washed away.
But his touch felt as if it had already seeped deep into her skin. No matter how hard she scrubbed or rubbed, it wouldn't fade. The memories of the night before surfaced vividly. Her face burned with shame.
Still, one thing was fortunate: the uncomfortable sensation that had gripped her body before was gone. It was certainly better than before. Han Sujin steeled her heart.
'Yes, this is enough. It's bearable...'
She struggled to comfort herself and rationalize the situation. That all of this was necessary to protect her family. That for the sake of happiness with her husband, she could endure anything.
Composed, Han Sujin cleaned the house thoroughly and began preparing dinner. Waiting for Park Taeyoung, who had promised to come home early, she carefully made his favorite food.
Seeing the warm dinner set on the table made her smile. A peaceful time shared with her husband. This was the precious daily life she had to protect.
At the sound of the front door opening, Han Sujin ran to him with a bright face. Embracing the returning Park Taeyoung, she tried to forget the events of the previous night, if only for this moment. Burying her face in her husband’s broad chest and feeling his body heat, she found solace.
Han Sujin made a resolution. That she would continue to protect this happiness. That she would wash away every dirty trace and stand firmly in her place as a wife.
Even if the process were painful, she believed it was worth enduring. She vowed that for the sake of her beloved husband, she could carry any dirty burden.
Han Sujin was already sinking deep into her secret relationship with Lee Han. Whenever he returned from his patrol, she surrendered her body to his touch. At first, she had writhed in resistance and guilt, but now, she was somewhat accustomed to it.
Her entire body was already flushed from the stimulation felt throughout his patrol. She could feel Lee Han’s gaze on her, but she had no choice but to look away. Caught in the pleasure that grew more intense by the day, Han Sujin found herself unknowingly falling for it, to the point where she even began to wait for his caresses.
Lee Han carefully removed Han Sujin’s skirt. Then, he began with her thighs and calves. As the man’s touch reached her body, which had been stimulated for so long, Han Sujin let out a moan without realizing it.
But soon, as Lee Han’s touch moved higher, her breath hitched. His fingers tickled her flushed vulva. Han Sujin’s waist trembled violently at the dizzying pleasure. Already wet with nectar, that place was desperately craving his touch.
Lee Han stimulated Han Sujin’s vulva with great cunning. Sometimes softly, sometimes roughly, he drew out her desires. At the touch of his fingers rolling over her clitoris, Han Sujin lifted her hips, demanding deeper stimulation.
Her mind was stained entirely red. Reason had vanished far away, and only pleasure dominated her body. Han Sujin raced toward the peak of pleasure with hurried steps.
Now, Lee Han’s touch naturally began to explore Han Sujin’s vulva more deeply. There was no more resistance. Led by Lee Han’s hand, Han Sujin’s legs spread of their own accord, and her secret entrance was ready to welcome his fingers.
As the caress deepened, Han Sujin’s breathing grew ragged. The desire to surrender her entire body to the sweet stimulation surged, but at the last moment, reason held her back. Eventually, Han Sujin grabbed Lee Han’s wrist and whispered.
"...No more, please..."
Han Sujin had barely managed not to let go of the thread of reason. Even if she desperately wanted it now, she felt that the moment she crossed that line, there would be no turning back. Lee Han withdrew his hand as if disappointed, but his eyes promised he wouldn't let her go.
The caressing continued afterward, and she reached a climax, but Han Sujin held on until the very last moment. Though it was a precarious boundary, it felt like her final line of defense. But how long she could hold out, even Han Sujin did not know.
Although Han Sujin had stopped Lee Han’s touch, the climax was already looming. Lee Han used his practiced skills to stimulate her clitoris, driving Han Sujin to the limit. As the speed of his fingers increased, Han Sujin felt her vision turn white. Soon, an intense orgasm washed over her. Shuddering as it engulfed her entire body, Han Sujin gasped and surrendered to the waves of climax.
Only after a long time had passed did Han Sujin, now calmed, look at Lee Han with dazed eyes. A vague smile lingered on his lips. It was a face filled with the conviction that he had won, and that he would be able to take much more in the future. Han Sujin found herself engulfed in guilt once again.
Something was strange. What had begun under the pretext of sacrificing for her family had, at some point, become a way to satisfy Han Sujin’s own desires. Han Sujin was terrified to realize that even after reaching a climax, she was still waiting for Lee Han’s touch.
Lee Han suggested increasing the patrol frequency to every day, and that suggestion was laced with his own hidden agenda. Han Sujin hesitated at first but soon agreed. She wanted to resist, but her body was already prepared to accept this new daily life. Thus, Han Sujin began to continue a relationship where she waited for Lee Han’s touch every day and surrendered her body to him. Before she knew it, it had become a part of her daily life.