Chapter 42
Chapter 42
Chapter: 42 - Dinner Invite and Warehouse Affair
"So, did you make plans? To grab a meal? When?"
"After exams."
"When do your exams end? Aren't they starting soon?"
"In two weeks... No, what do you mean after exams? We can just eat today!"
"Exams are right around the corner. You still have to study. I don't want you looking like some dumb girl."
"But you'll still go there every Saturday, right?"
"...Would be a waste not to, with the membership fee."
"Ha... Fine, fair enough. But you didn't seriously schedule it for lunch, did you?"
"I said dinner, at least."
"Good! Booze, then? You're drinking, right? You have to! Get her drunk and knock her out..."
"What are you saying? Booze... we'll see."
"You're really pissing me off."
"Daughter. If you don't knock that guy out that day, I'll remove you from the family register."
"Mom, why are you like this? Is that something you say to your daughter?"
"I'm frustrated, you idiot! Tell your dad you're sleeping over at Se-hee's place, so don't come home that night!"
"Whoa, even auntie's making you an alibi. You gonna pass on that? No motel? No kiss? No holding hands...? You at least made it official, right? If not, we're done as friends. I can't handle being around you anymore; my frustration might kill me."
"You haven't done anything with your boyfriend after a month either..."
"Hey!! That's because Ye-seong's religious...! B-but he's so cute! And we held hands! We even linked arms!"
"Hmph."
"Ugh, two virgin prudes like you... No wonder nothing's progressing. I'm so frustrated I can't stay here."
"Ah, Auntie!"
I truly hadn't anticipated this turn of events. Her proposal, which far exceeded the limits of my imagination, left me dazed as I mumbled, "Y-yes, th-that's fine..."
Jeong Ye-sol's face lit up radiantly as she hurried away, as if rushing to hide her embarrassment. And I was left alone in the dojang office.
"......???"
My mind blank, filled only with question marks. In that bewildered state, I started cleaning up. I loaded the blankets and Ye-sol's dobok into the tower washer in the farthest bathroom stall, tidied the mats. Cleaned the dojang floor too.
"......???"
Even after all that, I still couldn't grasp the situation. What was it?
'Why is Jeong Ye-sol inviting me to dinner... Is it just pure gratitude, wanting to buy me a meal?'
Honestly, that was the most likely explanation. Even as a twenty-year-old college student, treating someone to a meal isn't that big a deal, and she kept thanking me nonstop even while I was pounding her. I knew that, and I was trying not to misread her kindness.
Still, it left me feeling unsettled. I knew women could be endlessly cold to those they weren't interested in. No matter how grateful she was, her initiating this meant something. And even if it wasn't romantic, having dinner alone with a pretty girl was thrilling enough to make my heart race. The stuff in the dojang was system-forced, so set that aside.
It was hard to calm my excitement. Alone, I couldn't think rationally. So I grabbed my phone right away.
Ring ring ring... Beep!
"Hello? Jae-min-ah?"
"Yeah, Seong-hyeon. Perfect timing. I was just about to call you. What's up?"
"Got a minute?"
"Sure, what's going on?"
"I need some... advice."
"Advice?"
"Yeah. It's... um... you know..."
"Spit it out, why the hesitation?"
"......G-girl advice..."
"......"
"...Stop. Hey, you free tomorrow evening?"
"Huh? Evening? I'm always free then. You busy now?"
"You idiot...! You think Joo Seong-hyeon's love advice happens over the phone without drinks?! We planned dinner—let's do tomorrow instead! Talk over booze!"
"Fine by me. You okay? Didn't you have plans with the in-laws this weekend?"
"Came to take the folks out, but father-in-law tweaked his back, so no go. Heading back tomorrow morning."
"Ah, got it."
"I'll swing by near your place around 7 PM tomorrow. Be ready."
"Okay. Got it. I'll cover dinner."
"We'll see after I hear it. I'll call again before heading out tomorrow."
"Sure~"
".........That jerk, wait till I see him... Ye-na! Joo Seong-hyeon really has something going on! This guy's been bringing up girls a lot lately—"
Click!
Jae-min's excited voice faded as the call ended. I took a deep breath. It sucked not being able to vent now, but talking coherently right then would've been a mess anyway.
In that sense, tomorrow was perfect. I'd calm down, sort my thoughts, eat with Jae-min after ages. And see Ye-na too.
'One reality check from Jae-min tomorrow should settle me.'
I shook my head to clear thoughts of the promise with Ye-sol. Then replayed today's sex.
'Jeong Ye-sol's pussy... was amazing...'
Ye-sol's virgin pussy tasted even better than I'd imagined. I was too focused on thrusting to look closely, but I caught a glimpse of her virginity traces on my dick. The ecstasy filling my chest defies words. I never knew raw insertion into a pussy felt this good. The wriggling folds clinging directly to my cock was worlds apart from condom sex.
If I'd gone all out, it might've topped even the one with Da-mi. Best sex ever. Spanking her ass got me hard, her cute whimpers tightening her pussy each time were great, watching her pee in the bathroom then making her suck me off was hot...
And that horny, lewd girl said she'd buy me dinner out of gratitude...
"...My mind keeps drifting there."
Slap!
I slapped my cheek to snap out of it. Good news, but I couldn't obsess. Think about what's ahead.
"Jae-min and Ye-na might stop by the dojang tomorrow briefly... Gotta hide those member uniforms deeper."
Laundry's already going, so maybe jerk off to that nude pic of Ye-sol I took earlier. Six times felt a bit short.
Sunday.
I arrived at the dojang early morning. No members today, but habit made me open up. Nothing to do at home anyway, and I needed my personal workout.
"Hoo, hoo! Haa!"
Though my routine had changed from before. Most exercises now used gear bought with Dojang Points. Treadmill and Kegel exerciser. No reason to stick to old methods with these insane efficiency items. The bobbing sandbag... well, maybe five minutes of Dempsey roll play? Fun in its way. Durable enough to take my full power unscathed.
Worked out for about two hours on the gear.
"Phew... Sweating it out feels refreshing."
Efficiency aside, stamina and virility were crucial now—those two hit the spot. If I wanted to fuck women hard, I'd do some other exercises for muscle maintenance, but no need to go overboard.
Showered clean after. While showering, thoughts of tormenting Ha Yu-na here or fucking Ye-sol led to a wank. Then, heading out to rest at home today, a KakaoTalk arrived.
[Ha Yu-na: Dojang master, okay if I come a bit early tomorrow?] [Ha Yu-na: Not super early, like an hour?] [Ha Yu-na: Straight after work!]
Her enthusiasm warmed me. Replied immediately.
[Me: Yep, fine ^^] [Me: I'll be out early, come whenever.]
Coming an hour early to get her pussy wrecked? Couldn't be happier.
'But Ha Yu-na's pussy... Won't my dick or her pussy break? One or the other?'
Ye-sol was tight too, but Yu-na's smaller frame worried me. Could she take my cock? Her fingers slid in fine from frequent fingering, and her pervy side meant she'd love it once in.
'No way it won't fit, right?'
Pushed aside needless worry. Tomorrow would tell. Just look forward. Positive thoughts as I descended the stairs. Outside the building:
"Huh? What's this, Da-mi's exclusive spot..."
A car that wasn't there this morning. Black Genesis parked in front of the cafe. Familiar—I'd seen it passing by. Curious, I peeked inside. Glass front wall gave a clear view. Peering in:
"Ah."
Lee Da-mi was there. Not alone—a middle-aged man exuding boss vibes sat beside her. Her husband. I'd seen him occasionally. Not handsome, tall, or buff, but his neat Sunday suit gave a solid, dignified charm. Though apparently lacking in bed, since Da-mi seduced me for affair sex...
Throb.
Watching her chat with her husband, my dick stiffened. The thrill of secretly cucking a rich boss with his young, gorgeous wife at twenty-nine heated me up. Does he know? That his elegantly smiling wife in front of him seduced a younger guy, shook her hips wildly in a hotel, sucked dick, even swallowed cum deliciously. No way he'd dream it.
I spied briefly, then slipped back stealthily. No need to greet her in front of him. Best not give any suspicion fodder. But then:
"......!"
Da-mi turned casually, our eyes met through the glass. Her eyes widened slightly at me, then curved seductively. Naturally, her husband noticed too.
Beckon, beckon.
Da-mi gestured me over. No choice—I cautiously opened the cafe door and entered. Anxiety of getting caught, the thrill from it. The depravity of fucking the hot married woman beside him all night in secret. All mixing, heart pounding as I approached their table and bowed.
"Hello! Manager! And, uh... sir!"
Louder and firmer than usual. Da-mi's lovely voice, first in a week, directed at her husband.
"Hehe, the Dojang Master's full of energy today. It's been a while for you, dear?"
"Yeah. Voice rings a bell though. Dojang doing well, I hear?"
"Yes! Thanks to your concern, it's running smoothly!"
"Heard from the wife you showed up daily even in tough times—good job. That's why it's paying off now. Impressive."
"Sir! Thank you!"
"Good. Hmm..."
Small talk ended, the slightly wrinkled man's eyes scanned me openly. Inspecting, appraising.
Gulp.
Tense under his gaze, I swallowed dryly. Guilty conscience left no choice. Unlike me, Da-mi smirked amusedly. Moments later, he spoke.
"I hear the wife borrows the dojang sometimes..."
"Yes, sir! When free, she comes for workouts..."
"Won't be often, but accommodate her. Money's handled, so not my worry."
"Understood! I'll do my best for the manager's convenience!"
"Voice like that... Yeah. Better a man bold than timid. Take care of it."
"Kuk... See? Diligent and polite—should fit well, right?"
"Can't force that stuff. Just bridge it moderately."
"Of course I know. Tested both subtly—they seem fine."
Good, no signs of suspicion. But their following talk felt loaded. About me? Yet I couldn't make sense of it. Then:
Bzzz...!
"Mm... I'll take this call and be back. Chat."
"Myung boss again? You two are workaholics. Take your time. I'll check the back storage."
"Storage why?"
"Dojang Master's here—ask him to move some heavy stuff. Too much for Narae and me."
"Alright. Get him a drink at least."
"Hehe, Narae'll handle it without me saying."
"Sorry to interrupt, Dojang Master. Important call."
"No, sir! Go ahead!"
Da-mi's husband rose and left the cafe. Like before, nice guy. No looking down, polite despite age gap. Obvious maybe, but many aren't. Sadly, I fucked his nice wife. As that thought crossed my mind, Da-mi stood. She headed to the back silently. I followed smartly. Passing the counter, she told Narae:
"Narae, got it? Call if he comes in. Prep a drink for our Seong-hyeon."
"Y-yes! Got it! Trust me!"
"Thanks. Let's go, Seong-hyeon."
"Ah, yes."
Narae, hugging a tray over her mouth, flushed and eager, replied pumped. Why? What does she know? Trust what? Still puzzled, I trailed Da-mi.
Click.
She led me to that storage where she'd seduced me before. Locked the door. Alone in the tight space.
"Hehe... A week since we met?"
Da-mi approached, arms around my neck, pressing into me.
Squeeze...
Her massive tits crushing my chest, unhidden by her blouse. Tickling my nose with her fragrant perfume and unique scent.
"Didn't miss me?"
Her seductive smile, face close, asking if I missed her—this married woman. I erased petty doubts.
Grab!
One hand pulling her slim waist. The other:
Grope!
"Ah... These firm hands... Missed them so much..."
Roughly kneading her ass, bulging through her long skirt. I told her:
"Missed you, Da-mi."
"Mmm... Really?"
"Really."
"Can't believe words alone..."
"......"
"Haaa..."
Da-mi teased. Licking red lips with her tongue, hot breath tickling my face.
"Hahmp...!"
Lips met.
"Hm... Chu... Smooch... Smack..."
Like we'd waited for this, tongues tangled sticky right away. Her husband just 50m away outside.
"Slurp... Smack..."
Yet I secretly hugged this married woman in the storage, deep kissing.
Grope... Slap!!
"Ahng— Haa... Slurp...!"
Kneading and spanking her ass like mine. Savoring the adulterous thrill.