007. D-grade Fitness Scandal (Cha Ye-rin)
007. D-grade Fitness Scandal (Cha Ye-rin)
Song Jae-pil also, following the impending ejaculation sensation, pulled his dick out of Kim Hye-jin's pussy and started shaking it with his other hand.
"Here, cum on me here."
Kim Hye-jin lay prone and presented her white lower back. In response to her blatant request to leave a mark where her shame and pleasure coexisted, Song Jae-pil aimed his dick while shaking it with all his might, and.
Pyurrut-
Along with the tremor coming from deep within, a white, hot liquid poured out.
"Ahhhuuung... it's warm...."
At the sensation of the hot liquid flowing down her skin, Kim Hye-jin trembled violently and slumped down.
But it still wasn't enough. Because today, her desires had piled up to a point where they couldn't be relieved to this extent.
After exhaling roughly for a while, Kim Hye-jin turned her head toward Song Jae-pil. Since with ordinary men, it would end here.
"Not yet...."
Since Song Jae-pil was also a man, it was obvious that the wise man's time would come, so the moment she looked at him, thinking to kill time with caresses.
"...Huh?"
Her pupils widened greatly. Despite it being right after ejaculation, the dick of Song Jae-pil that she saw was not shrinking but rather swelling up more ferociously than before.
"No way... what are you? How can you do this?"
Song Jae-pil smiled leisurely with a sweat-beaded face.
The Source of Vitality he had purchased just before coming here was causing the blood flow throughout his body to explode again.
"Kim Hye-jin Dear Customer, are you sufficiently satisfied?"
Kim Hye-jin shook her head vigorously at that question from Song Jae-pil.
"No, I haven't even started yet."
"Me too. It would be such a waste to end it with just one time for a body as amazing as Member's, you know."
"You, you really know how to say pretty things, don't you? Even if it's lip service, it's nice to hear."
Kim Hye-jin, with a smile never seen before filling her face, reached out both hands toward Song Jae-pil.
"Do you feel it's lip service? I was sincere."
"Is that so?"
Kim Hye-jin looked down at her own body. Of course, it wasn't that her body was ugly or anything. It was just that her self-esteem had been greatly diminished from not being loved enough by her husband.
"Of course. Then... would you like to test it yourself? How much I can massage member's body."
Song Jae-pil embraced Kim Hye-jin's arms and kissed her nape.
"Good. But, if I'm not satisfied, you know?"
"There will absolutely be no such thing."
As Song Jae-pil's tongue explored her earlobe and his other hand grabbed her breast, the body she thought had cooled down quickly began to heat up.
Chuup- Jjup-
Kim Hye-jin naturally grabbed Song Jae-pil's face and kissed his lips. For the first time at Ether, a deep kiss with tongues exchanging continued with the masseur.
And Song Jae-pil realized.
'She's being treated as a typical trophy wife.'
Song Jae-pil wrapped his arms around her waist and became convinced.
Meanwhile, on the wall of the massage room. Beyond that place which looked like an ordinary mirror, there was a secret passage.
Cha Ye-rin was observing the inside through the Magic Mirror while holding her breath.
Originally, her plan was clear. Because there was no way she would leave the picky Kim Hye-jin with the rookie Song Jae-pil.
Naturally, Song Jae-pil, who was on his first day today, wouldn't be able to satisfy her either. And at the moment the complaint exploded, she was thinking of giving that arrogant bastard who had looked at her in a displeasing way a few pennies and kicking him out.
But now, the scene unfolding before her eyes was beyond imagination.
"Hahh... Hahh..."
Cha Ye-rin's lips trembled slightly. Kim Hye-jin, the supremely arrogant VVIP, was drooling strings of saliva, prostrate at Song Jae-pil's feet, letting out animalistic moans.
With every beastly motion from Song Jae-pil, the mirror seemed to vibrate faintly.
To anyone seeing this, it was clearly sex with Song Jae-pil in complete control. Could she have ever imagined that Kim Hye-jin being taken from behind by Song Jae-pil?
Cha Ye-rin intuitively knew her predictions had completely missed the mark. Anxious, she bit her lower lip hard, but couldn't bring herself to tear her gaze away from the mirror.
'I had no idea he was that kind of guy... How vulgar. Truly vulgar and disgusting.'
Cha Ye-rin consoled herself. That was nothing more than the mating of beasts.
But, unlike her thoughts, her eyes burned with a strange thirst every time Song Jae-pil's cock twitched in the mirror. The deeper her disgust grew, the more her curiosity blossomed—a fact she was yet unaware of.
Yet, why was it? The longer she observed, the more her own breathing began to quicken, matching the rhythm of Kim Hye-jin's.
Her secret place, which had never accepted a man before, was growing hot and damp without her even realizing it.
She tried clamping her thighs together tightly, but the heat rising naturally couldn't be stopped.
The massage, which lasted a full two hours, finally ended. Kim Hye-jin finished her shower and emerged into the waiting room, her face revitalized and her attire neatly arranged.
Her legs trembled slightly, but compared to the satisfaction she felt, it was nothing.
In the lobby, Cha Ye-rin, who greeted her, wore a face slightly more rigid than usual.
"Was the massage... satisfactory, Madam?"
Cha Ye-rin asked, forcing a smile.
"That massage therapist today, he was a rookie, wasn't he?"
"Ah, yes. The previous one made a huge mistake, so... By any chance... did he commit any discourtesy...?"
Even though she had witnessed the result firsthand, she couldn't not ask. At the question, Kim Hye-jin, her usual cold demeanor nowhere to be found, grabbed Cha Ye-rin's hand tightly with a flushed expression.
"President Cha, you brought in the real deal this time? What I've been receiving at Ether until now wasn't even massage. Now my investment finally feels a bit worthwhile."
"Ah, yes... I-I see, is that so?"
"Fix my time slot exclusively with Mr. Song Jae-pil. I don't need anyone else. Put in a generous bonus too. Take good care of him. You won't find another piece of goods like him anywhere."
"Yes, yes... Of course."
Kim Hye-jin proceeded to make a hefty additional payment on the spot.
Under normal circumstances, Cha Ye-rin would have welcomed the sales, but right now, she was fuming inside. Her plan had completely failed, and she couldn't even fire Song Jae-pil until Kim Hye-jin's whims changed.
"You take care too. I'll see you next time, you know?"
"I'll do my very best."
"I knew you'd say the right things."
As Kim Hye-jin left the center with a satisfied smile, only Cha Ye-rin and Song Jae-pil remained in the lobby.
After seeing Kim Hye-jin off, Song Jae-pil ran a hand through his hair and headed back towards the massage room without even glancing at Cha Ye-rin.
Watching his retreating back, Cha Ye-rin gnawed at her lips and sharply turned her back.
She disliked him from the very beginning. Extremely so.
A faint smile still lingered at the corners of Kim Hye-jin's mouth as she opened her front door.
Even the cool touch of the cold marble floor in her home, which usually felt frigid, felt pleasantly refreshing today.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror. The blush that had risen to her cheeks hadn't faded yet.
She decided to believe it was because of the yoga. As she ran her fingertips over her cheek, the residual warmth beneath her skin spread through the tips of her fingers.
The lingering scent of massage oil subtly wafted from the inside of her wrist. Her footsteps were light as she passed through the entrance hallway and entered the living room.
She thought she might prepare her husband's favorite menu for dinner tonight.
Such a thought naturally arose. When in a good mood, one naturally wants to give.
Kim Hye-jin placed her handbag on the living room sofa and glanced towards the kitchen.
"Are you home?"
Upon hearing her husband's voice from the study, Kim Hye-jin approached the study with a smile on her face.
However, he didn't even turn his head.
"Next Friday. It's a business dinner."
It wasn't a greeting.
"Chairman Jang and his wife will be there, and the wives of Vice Chairman Min's side will also attend. Get a new dress made. Pay attention to the size. Get some skin care too."
The fingers flipping through documents without taking his eyes off the monitor had no wedding ring. She couldn't remember when he started not wearing it. Perhaps, he never wore it from the beginning.
"You're keeping up well with that yoga center or whatever, right?"
"...Yes. I'm doing it consistently."
"Do it three times a week. You'll be photographed."
It wasn't concern. It was just a schedule notification and at the same time a warning.
Only then did Choi Hyun-kook half-turn his chair to look at Kim Hye-jin. Expressionlessly, from her face to her shoulders, waist, hips, calves. It was absolutely not the eyes of someone looking at his wife.
"Not bad."
After saying that, Choi Hyun-kook turned his chair back to face the monitor.
End of conversation. The total conversation time was less than a minute.
Kim Hye-jin stood blankly in front of the study. She only realized that both her hands were gripping the sides of her skirt after her knuckles had turned white.
'Not bad.'
Those words echoed in her head.
She went to yoga, Pilates, and the dermatologist every day. Every time she stood in front of the mirror, she asked herself. Have I become prettier? Have I changed? Enough for him to turn and look?
The answer was always the same.
'Not bad.'
Not meaning that she was good, but meaning that she was acceptable to others.
Kim Hye-jin slowly sank into the sofa and closed her eyes.
She tried not to think of anything. She tried to empty all of her husband's 'not bad' from her mind. A sense of helplessness as a woman swept over her entire body.
Then, suddenly, the words she heard today came to mind one after another.
'Really... Customer-nim Kim Hye-jin, your body's elasticity is so good, and your skin is so soft that even I, the one giving the massage, feel good.'
'I've never seen such a stimulating customer-nim before. How can you be so tight? You seem like a born seductress.'
'I think thoughts of Customer-nim Kim Hye-jin won't leave my mind for a while.'
The trajectory of a palm coming down the center of her back. Rough and crude, but the man who massaged her sincerely.
Her breath deepened. When his hand swept down her back, Kim Hye-jin felt for the first time that she was being treated as a person, not an object.
"That's right, it was Song Jae-pil."
The name naturally came to mind. At the same time, she brought her nose to the inside of her wrist where the ylang-ylang scent was.
Amid the ylang-ylang fragrance, a faint other smell mixed and brushed the tip of her nose. More like a human scent than a fragrance.
'Tomorrow is the dermatologist... The day after tomorrow... I should make a reservation for the day after tomorrow right away.'
Kim Hye-jin only confirmed that and closed her eyes again. She wanted to receive Song Jae-pil's massage again as soon as possible.
No, she wanted to be penetrated while listening to the compliments Song Jae-pil whispered in her ear.
Perhaps, a little longer, thicker, and more stimulating than today.