Adultery Addiction (1)
By now, Kim Chae-eun had crawled right up to the bedside. She knelt down, rested her chin on the mattress, and gazed up at her son. "...Siwoo♥ Mommy's here♥"
But I didn't even spare her a glance, too busy fiddling with my terminal. Instead of feeling neglected, she clasped her hands together in rapture.
"My son. So cool♥"
A woman I'd already conquered. Treating her like she didn't even exist unless it suited me—like mere property. That perfect master's attitude made her blissfully aware she belonged to someone truly great. And it wasn't some app-manipulated emotion or thought in her brain chip. It was purely Chae-eun's own sentiment.
After checking her status window for a good while, I nodded slightly.
"Get up here."
"Yes♥"
She scrambled onto the bed like she'd been waiting for it, pressing her body tight against mine. Her voluptuous breasts squished and deformed against me. A thick wave of her female pheromones hit me, mixed with the musky tang of her pussy juices from crawling over.
I smirked coolly and poked her cheek with my finger.
"Mom, what if you come barging into my room buck naked like this? What about Seo-yoon or Da-yeon seeing you?"
Chae-eun slyly turned her head and slipped the finger I'd been rubbing on her lips into her mouth.
"Mmmph-♥ B-but... my belly's been itching so bad... I can't even sleep without sniffing Siwoo's cock... haaaang♥"
Just sucking on my finger sent her into a light orgasm. She rolled her eyes back, trembling all over.
"Ngh. Wanna see how big our son's gotten...?"
She tossed out that ridiculous line and stroked the prominent bulge over my pants. Then she grabbed my pajama bottoms with her teeth, yanked them down, and started rubbing her face against my rock-hard cock.
Slurp, schlick, sluuuurp-
"Haa... haaa♥ Siwoo's cock... smells so goooood... love it so much...♥"
She skillfully stuck out her tongue and licked from the urethral slit at the tip all the way down to the base with devoted care. When I heard the living room door to Seo-yoon's room open, Chae-eun's shoulders twitched—but instead of pulling off, she swallowed my cock even deeper.
Sluuuuurp-!
Squelch, squish!
"Mmph! Mmmph! ♥"
Even as the sound of her daughter crossing the living room to the bathroom echoed, Mom buried her face in my crotch and desperately sucked away. The terror of getting caught mixed with the depraved thrill of having her son's dick in her mouth, crushing her brain and amplifying her pleasure.
The cock in her mouth swelled hugely. We'd only fucked a couple times so far, but instinctively she knew this was the sign of impending ejaculation. She shoved it deeper into her throat.
*
The next day, scorching sunlight poured through the window. Cicadas screamed almost deafeningly outside, while inside, Da-yeon flipped TV channels from the living room and intermittent irritable keyboard clacks came from Seo-yoon's room.
It looked like just another boring day for a rural farming family—peaceful to the point of tedium. But I was enjoying this moment plenty.
Mom's mine now too. Who's next?
As I pondered that, Mom called from the kitchen while prepping ingredients. She wiped her hands on her apron and turned.
"Siwoo, honey, come here for a sec?"
I got up and stepped into the kitchen. She tilted her head, exposing her white nape dotted with sweat, and handed over a stack of documents.
"These need to go to the village head's place for the move. I was gonna take them, but dinner prep's running late. Could you drop them off for me?"
I took the papers with a small smile.
"Mom, you know I'm busy. You just gonna order me around like that? With nothing in return?"
Of course, I wasn't actually busy. We both knew that. But at my blatant demand, her shoulders quivered.
"Th-then... what should I do for you...?"
I tapped my lips. She flinched and glanced toward the living room. Da-yeon was glued to her smartphone game, Seo-yoon deep in a video call. No one paid attention to our secretive kitchen chat.
Mom set the papers down with resolve and wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Haa... Siwoo..."
Her hot breath tickled my ear, then her lips crashed roughly against mine. Soft lips met, her tongue darting out to lick my mouth before plunging inside to scour my teeth and rub my palate. Every time our tongues tangled, she shuddered violently, raking her nails down my back.
Slurp, schlick, sluuuurp!
The living room droned with everyday noise, but the kitchen went dead silent. Our long kiss finally broke, a thick strand of saliva stretching from her lips before snapping onto her cleavage.
"Haa, haa...♥ G-go on. Siwoo. I'll have something tasty ready when you get back."
"You're the tastiest thing, Mom."
At my parting shot, she clamped her thighs together.
"Then... I'll prepare that too♥"
Chae-eun saw me off, her eyes glazed over as she licked the traces from her lips.
*
I grabbed the documents Mom gave me and headed to the village head's house at the edge of town—the biggest, fanciest tiled-roof place around. Figured it'd be some old geezer anyway, no need to get chummy. Just drop the papers and bounce.
I rang the doorbell at the front gate and waited. The heavy wooden door creaked open.
And the moment it did, I lost all words, standing there dumbfounded.
It wasn't some hunched-over 60-year-old staring back. Dazzling golden blonde hair that hurt the eyes, framing unrealistically deep blue irises—a Western beauty straight out of a photoshoot.
"Who... are you?"
She spoke first, clearly startled by the unexpected guest. I stammered out some broken English in panic.
She burst into clear laughter at my clumsy words. Her translucent skin glowed even brighter in the sunlight.
"It's okay. I speak Korean. Come in."
Her Korean was halting but clear. I'd planned to just toss the papers and leave, but I bowed instinctively and stepped inside.
"And I don't speak English."
Her addendum made me chuckle awkwardly. Fair enough—not every blonde bombshell only spoke English.
The interior was even more antique and spacious than it looked from outside, but an eerie silence hung heavy, like an abandoned drama set. At least the AC was blasting; I let out a relieved sigh.
"Sit. I'll get you something cool to drink."
She brought water and sat across from me.
"Thanks."
"So. Why did you come see my husband?"
I'd assumed she worked here. But husband made my eyes widen in shock.
"You're... the village head's wife?"
"Yes. Husband not home now. Wants politics. Very busy. Hard to see face once a month."
She sighed, cradling her glass. Our chat pieced it together quick. Even in this era, politics still needed that conservative facade. An unmarried man was seen as defective, some personality flaw. For a vote-chasing politico hopeful, a "stable family" wasn't optional—it was mandatory.
So they'd fast-tracked this foreign girl.
"No wedding ceremony?"
She shrugged sadly at my question.
"No. No wedding. Just papers. Wrote names at city hall. That's it. He said busy. Next time, later... But later never came."
Her broken Korean laid her isolation bare.
"Ah, what a story. Anyway, haven't properly introduced myself. I'm Siwoo. Jeong Siwoo."
She smiled faintly and bowed her head.
"My name Elena Sokolova. From Russia."
I nodded knowingly. No wonder she didn't speak English. We kept talking. Elena had only been in this strange land six months. She'd moved into this tiled house early this year amid chilly winds and spent what should be her honeymoon alone.
"How old are you? If it's not rude."
"I 21. What age Siwoo look?"
"Same age. Call me friend, okay?"
Her eyes went wide at my smile. Being same age seemed the most thrilling news ever to her.
"Not bored alone?"
"Really yes. I look out window every day. See birds. Clean only. No one talk. Husband say 'be quiet,' 'be pretty.' I not doll. I person."
Her translated speech sank heavily into the living room's silence.
"Husband come home, no real talk. Sometimes come, just sleep tired."
Our glasses emptied. Elena smiled, taking the papers.
"I give husband papers. Siwoo no worry."
"Yeah, thanks. Elena."
I set my cup down, staring straight into her blue eyes.
"Elena. Lonely alone, right? Wanna get closer? Best friends. I just moved too, no friends."
She clapped in delight.
"Good! Friend! But what do friends do?"
"Well..."
I pulled out my terminal from my pocket, fired up the admin app, and tapped the nearby device scan icon.
> [Detected NMC Devices: 1]
> Target 1 (Distance: 0.5m)
I selected Elena without a second thought.
"Elena, in our country, we call best friends 'ball friends'?"
"Ball friend! Like Ural Mountains, good!"
"But Elena's got no balls, so I'll make you a female friend instead."
She said every day was boring. What wouldn't I do for a new friend? Though not close enough to invest the long-term effort like with Mom.
The app's warning about 50%—that red zone. I cranked every slider on Elena straight into it.