The Cafe Owner (2)
Inside the smartphone screen that Seonwoo showed her was a photo capturing her most intimate area. The moment Chae Jiyeong, the cafe owner, saw it, time stopped for her.
At 31 years old this year, she had married a forty-year-old tycoon at the tender age of 22, ignoring all advice from those around her—a naive girl who knew nothing of the world.
Her desperately impoverished childhood had instilled in her an obsession with money. From the start, she had approached him intentionally for his wealth. After marriage, she played the perfect wife.
To her husband's business partners, she was the sweet young wife; to his friends, the devoted homemaker. She worked tirelessly to maintain those images.
Her acting was flawless, and everyone around her praised it as a beautiful love story that overcame their age gap. She hid her desires for his money thoroughly behind that mask.
In the fifth year of their marriage, when she was twenty-seven, her husband suddenly passed away from acute myocardial infarction. He had no close relatives, so all his inheritance—over 30 billion won—went straight to her.
But the massive legacy thrust upon her was both a blessing and a chain. Sorting through his company and various real estate kept her endlessly busy, and three years flew by.
A year ago, once everything was settled, she finally found some stability. That's when she opened a small cafe on the first floor of her own building—a mere pastime to fill her idle time.
The problem was the intense loneliness and surging libido that came with that stability. Four years widowed, her body began craving a man. Her late husband had been incredibly virile, defying their age difference.
He knew how to satisfy a woman. But he had one flaw: his cock was about 10cm, a bit smaller than average. His skilled techniques brought her pleasure, but never that overwhelming fullness of being completely filled. There was always an emptiness.
That void and hollowness grew even larger after his death. Having married into wealth, her standards were sky-high; she didn't even glance at ordinary guys on dating apps or just handsome ones. Driven by curiosity and uncontrollable lust, she created a secret account on SNS 'Z'.
She started lightly: posts like "So lonely" with underwear pics. But the attention and lewd messages from anonymous strangers made her bolder. Soon, she was uploading nude photos and masturbation videos.
The vulgar DMs from anonymous men filled her with shame and secret sexual satisfaction. She knew it might blow up someday, but never dreamed it'd be today.
Her heart turned ice-cold. The young, handsome man before her smirked, holding her ugliest secret.
"You know this account... right?"
...No. That's not me. You got the wrong person.
She wanted to scream it. But terror made her body tremble, her tongue frozen. She could only stare at his face, quivering.
Yet something was off. In this desperate situation, deep inside, a long-suppressed desire stirred faintly without her realizing. The root reason she'd posted on 'Z'—that primal urge for sex—was lifting its head before this man's coercive gaze.
Seonwoo was satisfied. As expected, the owner trembled like a criminal before a detective, unable to make excuses. He stepped closer for the kill shot.
"Oh yeah, this woman in the account has a tear mole under her eye, just like you. Weird coincidence."
Finally, she spoke.
"...So, what do you want."
Her tone was curt, laced with resignation and fear.
"You know, don't you?"
Seonwoo smiled leisurely. Tears welled in her eyes at the sight.
"Money? You want money? How much?"
She asked desperately.
"Money... yeah, money's nice. But I bet there's something way more fun."
Seonwoo's gaze blatantly raked her body up and down. Everywhere it touched burned like fire.
"Your body's so slutty, boss. Must've been lonely with a body like that, huh? That's why you posted those pics? Got off on the dirty messages from horny guys jerking to you?"
"Shut up...!"
"What, am I wrong? Messages like 'I could fuck you like a dog. Wanna meet?'—did your pussy get all sloppy reading that?"
The message Seonwoo recited was one she'd actually received. Her face drained white. This man knew everything.
"Just let me close up... five minutes—no, ten. Wait."
Head bowed, she shuffled into the staff room. Seonwoo eyed her back and casually activated his 10-Min Blackbox. Just in case she called the cops or something inside.
But the footage exceeded his expectations. Pretending to close up, she occasionally rubbed her pussy over her pants. She was already aroused.
Crazy... she's in heat.
Seonwoo inwardly cheered. He waited patiently for the unnamed woman to emerge.
Ten minutes later, she came out. Eyes red, but her expression surprisingly calm.
"Shall we go?"
Seonwoo asked with a grin. She nodded silently and followed obediently.
They got a room at a nearby motel. The moment they entered, she spoke first.
"Just today. I'll delete the account, so be satisfied and leave after."
Seonwoo scoffed.
"Depends on how much you satisfy me."
She sighed deeply.
"Fine..."
Resigned, she headed to the bathroom to wash up. Meanwhile, Seonwoo fired up his 10-Min Blackbox again—to scout her hidden kinks and weaknesses for perfect training tonight.
But surprisingly, she wasn't showering. Sitting on the toilet, she was already fingering her pussy, masturbating furiously.
In the video, she'd hiked her shirt up over her breasts, one hand twisting and tormenting her nipples. Her middle and ring fingers plunged in and out of her sopping pussy, making wet squelching sounds.
"Haah... hngh...!"
Biting her lip to stifle moans, her body betrayed her. Legs spread, hips twisting, ass lifting to match her fingers. As her thumb rubbed her clit faster, her tremors intensified.
Seonwoo stopped the skill. He couldn't hold back. Ripping off his clothes, he flung open the bathroom door.
"Kyaa!"
She yelped at his sudden entrance. Ignoring it, Seonwoo grabbed her masturbating wrist, then mercilessly shoved his 18cm monster cock into her pussy.
"Hnggh...!"
Her pussy, slick with arousal, took him without resistance.
But even fully aroused, 18cm was beyond imagination. Overwhelming girth and length compared to her late husband's 10cm. Ripping pain and unprecedented fullness crashed over her simultaneously.
"W-wait! Too big! Ah! It hurts! Ungh!"
Ignoring her cries, Seonwoo thrust savagely on instinct, no technique needed. In the cramped bathroom, her body shook helplessly. He hoisted her legs over his shoulders and pounded upward, stabbing her deepest core.
"Haak! Uh, ngh! Ah! Aang! Heek! Uhggh!"
The initial pain melted into overwhelming pleasure. She went limp, surrendering to his rhythm.
Her nails raked his back, but he didn't stop. Grabbing her hair, yanking her head back, he drove even deeper.
"Ughrt...! Ah, ah! There, right there! Ungh!"
Losing reason, she writhed in ecstasy. Soon, her body arched like a bow, climaxing.
"Aang! Haght... C-cumming... already... heeek...! I'm... cumming..!"
Screaming, she squirted, head thrown back, body twitching sporadically.
Seonwoo hadn't cum yet, but seeing her collapse in lewd moans gave him a moment of satisfaction.
Seonwoo pulled his cock from her pussy. Having cum without taking his seed, she slumped on the toilet, limp and panting raggedly.