Chapter 43
Chapter 43
Chapter: 43 - Warehouse Heat and Friends' Reunion
"Smack, smack... slurp..."
Was she really this starved after just a week? Lee Da-mi was incredibly aggressive. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pushing her lips and tongue against mine with such fervor and force that I was getting pushed back.
'Well, if I didn't have my members, I'd probably be pining for Da-mi just as desperately.'
Thinking about it that way made it all click. We'd shared such a passionate, fiery night before—it was only natural she'd miss it. I wanted to give this woman, who'd waited so patiently for me and craved me this badly, exactly what she desired. Leaning my back against the warehouse shelf, I slid the hand I'd wrapped around her waist up to grip her head. Matching her movements, I ravished her lips with fierce intensity.
"Haa... smack... ngh... mmph... slurrrp..."
Da-mi sucked at my lips almost like she was biting them, and in return, I nipped at hers, savoring the taste of her lipstick.
"Smooch..."
We tangled our tongues like it was foreplay, taking turns sucking on each other's lips. We lost ourselves completely in the ecstasy of the kiss. After sharing saliva to soothe a week's worth of longing, Da-mi and I pressed our foreheads together and talked.
"Haa... Seong-hyeon. I've wrapped up most of my busy stuff, so I can make time soon... just hold on a little longer."
"Sure. I'll be waiting."
"Pick up calls from unknown numbers, okay? I'll be using a different phone."
Smack, smooch...
In between, Da-mi gazed at me with adoring eyes, planting kisses from her plump lips all over my face. As I basked in her lustful touches, I asked the question that had been nagging at me.
"By the way, Da-mi, what were you talking about with your husband earlier? It sounded like you were mentioning me."
"Oh, that... I told him I'd set you up with Narae for a nice meeting."
"Huh? Me and Narae?"
"Not that I actually will, of course. I just need an excuse to come see you... you get it, right?"
"Ah."
She was using it as an alibi. Wait a second, then...
"Does Narae know? About us?"
"I told her. We'll mostly meet around here, and it's tough sneaking around without her knowing. Plus, I needed someone to cover for me. Oh, she saw me dropping you off last time, right?"
"Gasp..."
"Hehe, I guess I got too excited and let my guard down. Gotta be more careful from now on."
"But is Narae cool with it? I know you're close, but can we really trust her...?"
"You can trust Narae. She'd never betray me. Don't worry."
"Hmm... if you say so, Da-mi, then I'll trust her too."
"Or do you wanna meet Narae for real?"
"Pardon?"
"If you're interested, I can hook you up for sure."
"......"
Her words brimmed with playfulness and genuine sincerity. They brought to mind the bubbly cafe girl. She's cute and pretty. Her bright personality could lift anyone's spirits just by being around. If I'd gotten this offer without the system... well, it's a moot point since that wouldn't happen, but if I had, I'd have teared up in gratitude. But right now—especially with the mess involving Jeong Ye-sol—I couldn't accept it.
"I'll gratefully decline."
"Oh? Not into girls like Narae?"
"It's not that. I just wanna focus on the dojang for now... and there's someone else on my mind anyway."
"Really? Who? Not me, I hope?"
"Nah, you've always been on my mind, Da-mi. Especially this..."
Squeeze...
"Ahhng..."
"This ass makes it impossible not to think about you."
"Mmm... really... smooch!"
"Mmph... Anyway, it's not you—it's one of the dojang members. Still figuring it out, so who knows."
"Hnnng~?"
Hearing it was one of the dojang members—not her—and that I was kneading her plump ass because it was on my mind... Da-mi looked thrilled instead. Excitement and ecstasy mixed in her expression and eyes. For some reason, it felt like she wanted me to get a girlfriend too, so we could both cheat together... As we chatted idly, a sudden unease about the outside crept in.
"Time's getting tight, though. Not sure when your husband might show up."
"No call yet, so we're good. He talks for at least ten minutes once work comes up."
She glanced at her phone on the shelf by the entrance. Ten minutes. It had been about that since we entered the warehouse.
"Haa... If we had thirty minutes, we could've squeezed in a quickie... Guess he's wrapping up since he came with me."
Da-mi voiced her regret bluntly, rubbing her breasts and body against me to emphasize her pent-up need. Seeing her like that ignited a burning sense of duty to relieve her. Of course, kissing her had made my dick rock-hard too, and I wouldn't have minded her taking care of it with her mouth. But as a man, I had to prioritize this horny married woman with her eyes drooping seductively.
"Da-mi. Lean back against the wall for a sec."
"Huh?"
I gently pushed Da-mi out of my arms, positioning her against the opposite wall, then knelt down and squatted. My pants would get dirty from the dusty floor, but I didn't care as I looked up at her.
Rustle.
I slowly lifted her black long skirt. It wasn't tight today, so it slid up smoothly. When I'd hiked it up to her knees...
"Hee hee hee..."
Da-mi, figuring out what I was up to, took over and pulled the skirt up herself. In the dim warehouse, her snowy-white legs gradually came into view. Once she'd bunched it up to her hips...
"Red, huh?"
"Seemed like your favorite, so I've been wearing this color lately... Ahh... hurry... You take off my panties."
Red lace panties covered Da-mi's pussy. They clung wetly, outlining her mound perfectly. I hooked my fingers on the waistband and pulled them down as she asked—not all the way, just to mid-thigh.
Rustle... squelch...
"Haang..."
Her pussy hair and soft, slick labia came into sight, oozing arousal fluid. At the same time, the intense scent of her womanhood assaulted my nose. Drawn by that intoxicating aroma, I pressed my face to her pussy. And then:
"Lick... smack..."
"Ahak...! Hnng... Seong-hyeon... eep!"
"Slurrrp... smack..."
"Ahaaaang... aaang!"
Licking up her labia and sucking her clit made Da-mi's body shudder violently as she let out pleasure-drenched moans. Her juices overflowed instantly, dripping down. Her little clit swelled and hardened the moment my lips touched it. It all tasted amazing.
"Smoooch, slurp..."
"Seong-hyeon... ngh... my pussy... haaak... suck it tastier...! Ahang!"
She started pressing my head down with one hand. Her thrilled voice and gestures energized me. So I went at it even harder.
"Lick, lick... slurrrrp...! Hawp... smack, smack... slurp..."
"Aaang...! T-Torment my clit... ang!"
Teasing her clit with my tongue, drinking her pussy nectar, kissing her thighs, nibbling her labia... I moved my hand. With her heels on, lifting a leg was risky, making it tricky to thrust my tongue deep inside. To make up for it...
Squish...! Squish...!
"Hnnnng... F-Fingers... haak! I-I love this too... so thick... ahit...! Th-Thrust deep..."
I soothed her with my fingers. I shoved my index and middle fingers into her slick, dripping hole.
"Slurp... slurrp! Liiiick...!"
Squish, squish, squish, squish!
"Haaaang...! Nghk... aaang, hang!"
Parting her sticky folds, I plunged deep like a cock, stabbing inside relentlessly while tormenting her clit with my mouth. Once, I pressed hard against her twitching inner walls...
"Hit...! Hrggggh!"
Spurt...!
Pussy juice squirted from Da-mi's cheating cunt, splattering my face.
Drip...
It trickled down her quivering thighs. Couldn't let that go to waste.
"Lick... lick..."
I lapped up the flowing nectar.
"Aaang... ngh... you're just too good at this..."
"Hawp... smooch... slurrrp...!"
"Ahit...! Haaaang..."
I rose back up after licking her sticky labia clean with my tongue.
"Haaa..."
Through her disheveled bangs, Da-mi's flushed face turned toward me. She stared with eyes burning hot.
"Ngh... heh, hehe... now... lean against the wall, Seong-hyeon. My turn to suck you goooood..."
She declared it was her go. But then:
Bzzzzt!
Da-mi's phone vibrated. I felt a twinge of regret at the perfect timing—'Ah, damn...'
"......Tch."
Da-mi looked genuinely pissed for a split second, scowling and clicking her tongue. That flash of anger was intimidating. I flinched a bit. But she quickly composed herself, flashing a smile as she waddled awkwardly over to me.
Squeeze.
She hugged me and said:
"Sorry, Seong-hyeon. Next time, I'll make you feel incredible."
Smack!
She puckered her full lips in sincere apology, kissing me.
"No helping it. Next time, we'll make it intense—when you're free."
"Yeah... I'll do amazing then, so you better give me ten orgasms. Deal?"
"Promise this time. Ten for sure."
"Hehe..."
Smack, smooch...
She kept kissing my lips, reluctant to stop. After a few more, she pulled away.
"Still... you made my pussy feel so good. Can't send you off empty-handed..."
Rustle.
She hiked up both sides of her long skirt, grabbing something at her waist. She slid her hands down and lifted each leg to pull it off.
Squelch...
It was Da-mi's red panties, soaked with her juices. She handed them to me after taking them off.
"Here, a gift."
"......"
"Don't want it?"
"N-No! Love it!"
"Hehe... Ready to go now?"
"Yessir!"
Da-mi's damp panties were now in my hand, full of her scent and warmth. An amazing reward. Just holding this tiny scrap of fabric made my dick throb like it might burst.
'Gotta save these—don't wash 'em.'
At least until tomorrow, I'd keep them as is—that was my resolve. I carefully pocketed them. My pants got damp from it, but I didn't mind at all. I followed Da-mi out like that.
"Thanks for always helping my wife. Let's meet again sometime."
"Sure thing! Take care!"
"Thanks for today, Dojang Master. See you next time."
Da-mi and her husband left. The married woman who'd just cum from me eating her out and handed over her soaked panties walked gracefully beside her husband, smiling innocently like nothing happened. I wanted to shout it out loud: That her wife's wet panties were in my pocket right now.
Of course, I couldn't actually do that, so I buried the dark urge deep inside and saw them off. Turning around, I spotted Narae at the POS counter.
"......!"
She'd been sneaking glances at me too—our eyes met. Her face flushed beet red instantly. No idea what Da-mi told her to make her react like this every time she sees me.
"I'll head out now. Looking forward to working with you, Narae."
I greeted her casually.
"Y-Yes! Me too... S-Secret's safe with me! Don't worry!! If you need any help, just say the word anytime!"
"Ah, yeah. Got it. I'll trust you."
"Yes!!"
Narae practically yelled her response. Hmm... not the most reassuring vibe, but if Da-mi trusts her that much, it should be fine. I headed straight home after that. First thing, I jerked off with Da-mi's panties, then spent the evening relaxing with some gaming.
My heart still ached over the two [Internet Ad Exposure (N)] items with no news yet, but it was just mild regret—nothing to be done... Damn, shoulda held onto those points and bought an R-rank instead. Anyway, I killed time gaming until Jae-min texted that it was almost time and he was heading out. I got ready and, right on schedule, waited by the main road nearby.
"Yo, Joo Seong-hyeon! Your big bro's here with the wife!"
Jae-min waved from afar. Beside him, his wife Ye-na walked arm-in-arm, matching his stride.
"You made it."
"Quit embarrassing me... Seong-hyeon, long time no see."
"Tell me about it. Feels like forever since I last saw you two."
It really had been ages. Seven or eight months, maybe? Lee Ye-na was still stunning. Parted bangs. Pink-dyed straight hair so Jae-min could spot her anywhere. Slightly down-turned eyes and a faint smile giving her a refined beauty. A slender, fragile figure—the epitome of slim elegance—in simple jeans and a thin tee that suited her perfectly. Every step exuded femininity; she was womanliness incarnate. My friend's devoted wife, who'd loved only Jae-min for over twenty years.
"......"
I couldn't help but look her up and down. Maybe because I'd just secretly devoured Da-mi behind her husband's back, seeing Ye-na as a married woman sparked forbidden thoughts. But I shook them off immediately.
'No way, absolutely not. Not Ye-na of all people... She's married to Jae-min.'
Conscience and basic humanity wouldn't let me touch Lee Ye-na. Gripping my senses tight, I welcomed my two friends—who'd drink with me tonight and hear out my woes—with a smile. Convinced the night would be super chill and fun.
However, I had no idea that the quests from [Joo Seong-hyeon's Happy Dojang Raising]...
"Let's eat nearby. Then booze and check out your dojang."
"Crash if you're tired. You know we got showers?"
"Ye-na's here—what crash? I got work tomorrow."
"Hehe, I could crash though?"
"Absolutely not, honey."
"Aw, too bad~"
"So what're we eating?"
"Gopchang, duh. Hurry up. Been dying to hear your love advice—couldn't sleep last night."
...could come in far more varied forms than I'd imagined.