Ask a Married Woman
After that, the distance between Ha-yeong and Shin-woo closed quickly.
As he kept in touch with Ha-yeong, who had fully opened her heart to him, the topic of the manga that had first brought the two of them together came up again.
"Then have you seen this one too?"
Ha-yeong’s message came with an image from the manga’s theatrical release.
"No? I haven’t seen that one yet."
"You mean you haven’t seen this masterpiece? You absolutely have to."
Even through the screen, Ha-yeong’s disappointment came through clearly.
And the very next message was enough to make Shin-woo, who had been lying down, sit bolt upright.
"Then do you want to come over to my place and watch it together? I’ve got the Blu-ray."
In case Ha-yeong changed her mind, Shin-woo fired back a reply right away.
"Sure. This weekend, then?"
The plans were set smoothly, and Shin-woo felt giddy at the thought that he might be able to get even closer to Ha-yeong sooner than he’d expected.
Isn’t this moving a little too fast? ... Heh heh.
Knock, knock.
Shin-woo, who had been practically bouncing in place, forced down his excitement and went to the door at the sound of someone knocking.
There stood the landlady, Se-ran.
Ever since that day, he hadn’t had another chance to face her, so he’d been a little disappointed; seeing Se-ran come by first, he greeted her warmly.
"Auntie, what brings you here?"
"I-I mean, it’s not that... If you haven’t eaten yet, do you want to eat at our place? I, um... I ended up making a bit too much food again."
The thin, slightly nasal note in her voice tickled Shin-woo’s ears.
Se-ran twisted her hands and feet together, unable to meet his eyes as she sent him a signal. And Shin-woo wasn’t about to miss it.
Hmm, I see... so today’s a day she needs comfort.
That reaction of Se-ran’s erased the last scraps of guilt Shin-woo had been carrying.
"Yes, I was hungry anyway. Perfect timing!"
A little later, Shin-woo was smacking his lips in front of a table once again piled so high it could have buckled under the weight.
"You’re really a great cook, just like last time."
At his praise, the landlady waved it off and quickly changed the subject.
"I’m not that good... I just kept at it, that’s all..."
For some reason, she seemed anxious, and then she got to her feet.
"Y-young man. You must be thirsty, right? Wait here a moment."
Se-ran set several cans of beer down in front of Shin-woo.
"I still had some left over..."
Unlike before, she was the one reaching for a can first, as if to open it, and Shin-woo couldn’t help letting out a laugh.
"You seem pretty eager."
"Huh? No, it’s not that... I-I’m thirsty too. I tried it last time, and it was nice drinking together, wasn’t it?"
Not that part... it looks like the lower part of you is the one in a hurry.
He was satisfied by the way her face had already flushed enough, so he decided not to say the last part out loud.
"Let me."
Tick—fssshh.
Se-ran brought her lips to the foaming beer and slurped it down.
The white foam at the corner of her mouth reminded him of what had happened the night before, and Shin-woo’s dick began to react.
As the meal continued with alcohol on the side, the mood grew warmer, and the air in the room heated up along with it.
"E-excuse me, student..."
Se-ran spoke carefully.
"Yes, Auntie. Go ahead."
Thinking that what he’d been waiting for had finally come, Shin-woo prepared himself to lean in.
"That... what happened that night... please forget it. I think I made a mistake because I was drunk."
But Se-ran’s words were far from what he’d expected, and Shin-woo felt a deep pang of disappointment.
Yeah, right. After all, it really isn’t right to keep doing this with a married woman...
His conscience made it easy to accept, but it was impossible to shake the lingering regret.
"Understood..."
"Th-thank you."
After that short exchange, an awkward silence settled between them.
"Then shall we clean up?"
When Se-ran got up, Shin-woo stood as well.
"I’ll help. I’ve just been eating."
As Shin-woo moved the table, Se-ran bent down and wiped the floor.
And then what caught Shin-woo’s eye when he looked back was the small, taut curve of her ass swaying right in front of him.
Seeing Se-ran cleaning the floor with her face turned away, unaware that he was staring, sent Shin-woo’s cock surging upward.
The slight buzz from the alcohol tempted him.
Yeah. If this is the last time anyway... just once more.
Shin-woo moved carefully and wrapped his arms around Se-ran from behind.
"S-student?"
Caught from behind by Shin-woo, Se-ran froze in place.
"Auntie, I have a favor to ask."
"A-a favor? What is it? At least let go of me first..."
Since this was the last time anyway, Shin-woo decided to be shameless and push ahead.
"I don’t think I’ll ever forget what happened between us that day. If we did it just once more—just once—I think I could let go of it cleanly. Please."
"No... Didn’t we agree to just leave that day as a mistake? L-let go of me, quickly..."
At the landlady’s refusal, Shin-woo was just about ready to give up and think it really was impossible when the hem of his pants suddenly began to grow damp.
What the...? That can’t be from my dick, right?
When he glanced down, he saw a large stain spreading across the middle of Se-ran’s gray dress.
No way?
Shin-woo flipped up Se-ran’s dress, and there it was—something that should have been there was nowhere to be seen.
"N-no... p-panties...?"
Se-ran hurriedly reached down to pull her skirt back into place.
"Eek, student? What is this...?"
Shin-woo shoved her hand away with brute force and lifted the skirt again.
Where her panties should have been, her exposed pussy was gaping open, glistening as slick fluid dripped from it.
"Auntie..."
Se-ran, overwhelmed by shame, buried her face against the floor.
"I’m usually comfortable at home... b-but then your thing suddenly touched me, and... ahh, I don’t know."
After Shin-woo hugged her, his erect cock had pressed perfectly against Se-ran’s cunt, and the pussy that had been attacked through nothing more than a thin layer of fabric had reacted instantly.
After her sex with Shin-woo, Se-ran had felt her body become hotter than before.
She had even tried relieving herself on her own because she couldn’t hold back, but she still couldn’t recapture the satisfaction of that night.
At this rate, this is going to be a disaster...
But as a married woman, Se-ran’s conscience held her back, and for the sake of this final time with Shin-woo, she had made today’s meeting happen.
Still, her firm resolve collapsed far too easily the moment his cock brushed against her pussy.
Seeing the wet, gleaming slit right in front of him, Shin-woo could no longer hold back and stripped off his clothes in one go.
Se-ran, half resigned already, simply stayed on the floor with her face buried in her arms, sticking her ass out.
I could probably just put it in right away.
Shin-woo rubbed the tip against the entrance a few times, wetting the head, then slowly pushed his cock inside.
Ugh, still tight.
As he slid in all the way to the end of her cunt, as if carving out a new path, the sensation of her pussy squeezing his entire length so snugly was, as always, exquisite.
Just as I thought... I can’t let this go. I’m making Auntie mine completely today.
The masterpiece vagina he’d been unable to forget, and was too good to pass up, completely changed his mind.
"Ahh... I can’t..."
She clamped a hand over her mouth, but the moans spilling through her fingers only excited Shin-woo more.
Slowly, Shin-woo began moving his hips from behind.
Fucking her from the back made the shape of the cunt swallowing his cock stand out vividly, and that only intensified his arousal.
Despite her words, her pussy was doing its utmost not to lose the cock that had come inside her.
"Then, I’m going in."
"W-what? Aah, you’re going in? Where... huhh, haah..."
As Shin-woo put force into each thrust and started pounding her properly, Se-ran’s whole body jolted with the impact, and she barely managed to keep herself propped up by pressing her hands to the floor.
"S-student. A little gentler, please."
Even with Se-ran’s plea, Shin-woo showed no sign of stopping.
"No. It’s the last time, so I want to do exactly what I want today."
He coaxed Se-ran with words that had no real conviction behind them, using the excuse that this was the last time, and drove his hips in rougher.
Pak-pak-pak.
"I’m finishing one round first."
"Haa, haa, yes...? F-first...?"
Phssht.
Warm semen filled Se-ran’s womb to the brim.
"Not inside... I said not inside..."
She cried out too late; it was already spilled water, no, spilled semen.
Shin-woo’s body trembled as he squeezed out the last drop. But he had no intention of stopping there today.
"Then I’ll go again right away."
As he pounded the semen-filled pussy as it was, wet squelching sounds began to echo through the room.
Because of Shin-woo’s thrusts, hard enough to feel as if they might break her waist, Se-ran couldn’t keep her posture and collapsed flat onto the floor.
With her ass naturally tightened, Shin-woo could feel the already narrow cunt becoming even tighter, making it harder still to push into.
"Ugh... one more... coming."
Phssshht.
So much semen poured in that it was hard to believe it was already the second round, and her cunt couldn’t take it anymore; with a wet squelch, it spit the semen back out.
Haa, haa.
Their breaths mixed together and filled the room.
Holding Se-ran tightly from behind as she lay helplessly on the floor, Shin-woo could feel the heat radiating from her body.
After the breathless, trembling motions had finally settled, Shin-woo lifted himself up.
"Now... this really is the last time..."
The complicated emotions of Se-ran as she pushed herself upright showed plainly on her face.
But Shin-woo had no intention of ending things like this today.
"No, not yet."
His throbbing cock rose again like a battle-hardened hero who knew nothing of surrender.
"You’re really... amazing, student. Fine. Since today’s the last time... let’s not leave any regrets."
Se-ran crawled toward him.
She could no longer control the desire she had barely been holding back.
With unfocused eyes, Se-ran lowered her head and swallowed his cock.
"Hngh."
Slurp, slurp.
Using her tongue to clean the semen-smeared cock, Se-ran’s oral sex continued naturally from there.