Sleep Well, Sweetie! Rest Deeply! I Won’t Let Anyone Bother You!
Imagine it.
Your female friend of ten years. The woman you’d secretly loved for years. A married woman now, someone else’s wife—except she wasn’t even his girlfriend anymore, but his wife.
"Aaaah. I’m dying. I’m losing my mind. Hoon-ah. Hoonie, baby! More! More! Fuck me harder."
Picture her beneath me—not under her husband, but under me—letting out wild, desperate moans as she cried out like that.
Actually, no. I should correct that. She wasn’t underneath me. She was on top.
"Haaah…."
An Hyejeong was staring down at me, grinding her hips like a madwoman in a woman-on-top position.
Her waist jolted with electric tremors, her toes curled tight, her head thrown back toward the ceiling. Her hands didn’t know where to go; she kept touching her own breasts, then trailing them over Song Hoon’s body, over and over again.
"It feels so… goooood… haaah. How can you have a cock like this?"
An Hyejeong didn’t even know what she was saying anymore. She was just spitting straight out the pleasure her brain was drowning in.
When he grabbed her hips, she gasped and clutched his arms, and her breasts swayed violently.
"Y-you… you…."
"Hyejeong, I had no idea you could be this filthy. If I’d known you were this slutty, I should’ve fucked you ages ago."
"Wh-what are… you saying…."
"Then maybe we’d have been fuck buddies from before your wedding until now?"
"Nooo… I’m married, remember, aaah."
"And yet here you are, getting nailed by my cock."
He seized her hips and snapped his own waist upward.
"Haaah—deep! Hiiik—it's stabbing in!"
"Am I right? Or not?"
"I don’t know! I don’t know. Just keep fucking me—hngh—"
As if responding to her, he drove in deeper and deeper.
"It huuurts… but it feels soooo gooood."
Whether she was feeling pleasure or pain, she kept mumbling contradictory words like a lunatic.
I wondered if she got this cunt-like with Yoon-jun too.
Or if this was just how she became when she was with me.
"Do you get this slutty when you’re getting fucked by Yoon-jun too?"
"Why… would you ask… that… aaah…."
Even as unease began crawling up at yet another mention of her husband, she still couldn’t stop moving her hips.
"I’m curious. Is our Hyejeong always this much of a bitch in heat? Or is it just…"
"Haaahk—!"
He drove his cock deep into her cunt and snapped his hips in rapid succession, and An Hyejeong looked as if she’d been electrocuted.
"...because she’s getting stuffed by my cock and turning this slutty?"
His cock ravaged the inside of An Hyejeong’s pussy like a wild animal. It was as if he were hammering at the gates of a fortress, trying to tear open the tightly sealed walls of her womb.
The harder he pounded, the more her mouth spilled moans as if the gate itself were falling, and her whole body shuddered uncontrollably.
"I didn’t know Hyejeong could be this cute and delicious."
"Pervert…."
"So what’s the answer?"
"Mmm… ruin me. Fuck me. Please fuck Hyejeong’s pussy with Hoonie’s cock."
As she spoke, saliva dripped from her mouth in little drops.
"If you don’t answer, I’ll stop fucking you."
"Ahh. Haaah, no… don’t. Keep fucking me. Keep going. It’s because it’s Hoonie’s cock. It’s not like this with Joon."
"When you’re with Joon, how do you usually get fucked?"
"Just… just fucked. I don’t really moan. He doesn’t pound my womb like this with his cock. It doesn’t fill me up like this either."
With half-lidded, hazy eyes, she grinned.
Slurp—smooch—
He bent down and kissed her, one hand cradling her head, the other stroking the back of her neck.
All the while, her cunt kept getting fucked, and it was driving her insane.
She felt good. Too good. This was sex soaked in pure pleasure for the first time in years.
"I’m cumming."
Song Hoon’s hips began trembling in fine, rapid shivers.
Normally, of course, he should have pulled out.
"Nooo. No."
"What’s no?"
"I don’t want you to pull out. Keep fucking me."
She couldn’t remember how many orgasms had already slammed through her body.
All her instincts could think about now was how she wished this pleasure would go on forever.
"Keep going? You want me to cum inside?"
"Cum inside. Please, cum inside me."
Every time he rocked his cock, her pussy clenched hard, terrified it might slip out.
"Puhaha. Fine, I’ll cum inside you. All of it. Enough to spill out."
Splurt—
Hot semen poured from the tip of his cock.
"Haaahhhhh…."
Endlessly, thick ropes of his seed flooded out, filling An Hyejeong’s cunt to the brim.
As if that soft, viscous semen were made of blades, An Hyejeong wrapped her arms around her lower belly, trembling all over with pleasure.
"Haa… it’s warm…."
She felt so happy, so deeply content, that she didn’t want a single drop of his cum leaking back out of her pussy.
"Haah. Haah."
Song Hoon, too, let out breath that was tangled with alcohol.
Hup—
She covered his mouth with her own, steadied their breathing, and let their tongues mingle.
She only wanted this afterglow to last a little longer.
***
It was truly an endless fuckfest, a nonstop carnival of pleasure.
After the fourth time, counting no longer meant anything at all.
There was no such thing as sleep. He kept pounding into her half-conscious cunt, drenching her body in cum as though he meant to coat her from head to toe.
Her face, her breasts, her back, her ass.
By around five in the morning, when it was time to leave, she could only pant and cling to him, taking his cock without a word.
"You’re an animal."
"Hm?"
"A real animal."
At five, after their final round in the bathroom, An Hyejeong lay beside him in bed and kissed him lightly, wrapped in his arms.
She was so exhausted she could die, and her lower belly throbbed like crazy, but the satisfaction flooding her whole body was beyond words.
She hadn’t even washed out her cunt on purpose, thinking she might take medicine later. Instead, she just instinctively stroked her lower stomach, still full of Song Hoon’s cum.
At the very least, it was a satisfaction and fulfillment she hadn’t felt once in the last three years—ever since she’d started seeing Yoon-jun.
No, maybe it was the most intense sex of her entire life.
"When the hell did you start hiding something like this?"
An Hyejeong slid her thigh against his cock, teasing it.
"You just didn’t know. It’s not like a cock can suddenly grow overnight, is it?"
"I know. If I’d known sooner, I would’ve tasted it dozens of times already."
He stroked her lush breasts gently.
They were huge. Definitely bigger than Lee Dahyeon’s. Even their shape was beautiful. Her areolas, too. Her nipples. The soft pink color that made them seem utterly unlike those of a married woman.
Her breasts were the very picture of the word lush.
"And with a cock like this, you still went off chasing black guys?"
An Hyejeong burst out laughing.
"If you want to taste it, call me. I’ll cum six times a day for you, just like tonight."
"You really are a beast."
But An Hyejeong didn’t refuse.
You never knew how life would turn out, did you?
Besides, Song Hoon’s cock tasted so good.
There was no guarantee she wouldn’t think about it again.
Song Hoon smiled faintly at the alert floating before his eyes.
So it’s true. This isn’t just about ranking based on body type, face, or whether they’re experienced or not.
He pressed a deep kiss to An Hyejeong’s lips as she puckered them at him, asking for another.
"So. Do you want this to end as nothing more than a midsummer night’s dream?"
Now even the kissing felt natural, like something between lovers who had always belonged to each other.
"Of course not. I’m just a married woman, that’s all."
Her breathing was already getting unsteady from that big, hard thing alone.
Even after pounding her like that.
Even after flooding her body with cum again and again.
The bastard still had endless stamina.
If I’d married Hoon….
The thought flashed through An Hyejeong’s mind.
It was a natural fantasy.
The sort of fantasy where she’d satisfy that appetite whenever it flared up, day or night.
And judging by what she knew, he’d definitely have had several fuck buddies.
And yet he still chose to fuck her.
This isn’t the kind of cock or stamina one person can monopolize.
Yes, maybe it was a blessing, in its own way.
***
"H-Honey! No—Hyejeong!"
At 6:30 in the morning, when An Hyejeong returned home, Yoon-jun paced anxiously before grabbing both of her shoulders.
"Where were you! I was worried!"
"Did you reflect on yourself properly?!"
"I-I did! Of course I did!"
"Are you going to smoke again? Or not!"
"Never! I’ll quit! Look, I threw everything away!"
Inside the trash can Yoon-jun showed her, cigarettes were piled up to the brim.
"That’s your punishment. For the next week, don’t touch my body!"
No, not just a week. She said it as though even a month without sex wouldn’t bother her in the slightest.
"O-Okay. I was worried. You weren’t answering your phone, so where were you!"
"Hmph! Did you really expect me to answer after what you pulled? I was at the bathhouse, where else would I be! I went out with nothing but my phone!"
Yoon-jun didn’t know what to do. He simply looked relieved that she had come back.
"I knew it! Your face was all shiny!"
At that, An Hyejeong reflexively touched her own face.
She hadn’t brought any cosmetics with her, so of course her face had been covered in Song Hoon’s cum, which she’d licked clean and smeared around before washing it off.
Heat rushed up her face.
"I’m tired. I’m going to sleep. I was too mad at you to get any rest at the bathhouse."
"O-oh! Go ahead and sleep! Sleep well! I won’t bother you, I promise!"
She went into the bedroom, took her medicine, and lay down on the bed. Then, wanting to catch any trace of Song Hoon’s scent that might still cling to her, she buried her face in her clothes and drew in a long, deep breath.