Chapter 52
Chapter 52
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: Noona, It's Late—Want to Stay Until Tomorrow Morning?
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Today, too, she was elegantly chaste.
Just standing there quietly exuded a serene dignity and purity.
But her pale complexion and the dark circles under her eyes made her look heartbreakingly fragile.
Suyeon noona.
I took advantage of her hesitation, head bowed, to slowly scan her body with my eyes.
A white silk blouse and a black A-line skirt.
Not as bold as that dress from before, but it still clearly outlined her alluring breasts and hips.
My mouth watered.
Remembering those watermelon-like tits hidden beneath her clothes and the soft, supple feel of her skin.
"Um, Hyunwoo..."
Meanwhile, noona, who hadn't stepped further than the entryway, finally stammered out cautiously.
"Last week... I wasn't in my right mind... so it was a mistake... just a mistake... so..."
From her words alone, it seemed like she wanted to brush off what happened that day as a one-night slip-up.
It was laughable to me.
Ever since then, I'd checked her inner thoughts every day. So I knew.
She kept comparing me—who had passionately devoured her body—to her husband, who deliberately avoided sex.
That she'd eventually given up on her husband.
That she kept longing for the pleasure she'd felt from sex with me.
'Morning or night, every time I checked, she was thinking of me.'
I could only peek into her heart once a day unless affection levels were high, and I couldn't predict when or what she'd be thinking.
Still, every glimpse showed she was thinking of me.
Which was basically the same as saying she thought about me all day long.
And yet, after booking a massage because she couldn't hold back, here she was spouting this coy nonsense. How could I not laugh?
But I didn't let it show.
"Yeah, just a mistake, right? I thought about it too, and it did feel a bit off... I noticed your frustrations while massaging you, noona..."
"That... ugh... yeah... that's why I slipped up without thinking..."
"Got it. I'll think of it that way. Still, I'm glad you came back, noona. I missed you."
"...! W-what do you..."
"Ah, no... not like that... I mean, you're a regular. And Seokho hyung's wife too. Even setting that aside, I wanted to help."
"Hyunwoo..."
As I spoke with a straight face, Suyeon noona finally met my eyes, her gaze moist and tender.
Seeing that moved yet seductive expression made my lips twitch.
I had to strain every facial muscle to keep from bursting out laughing.
'Do I have a talent for acting?'
Praising my own method acting, I led her inside.
"Don't worry. I'll forget it all. You don't stress about it either, noona—just keep coming for massages. I'll take good care of you."
"..."
"So, same as last time—full sensitivity massage today?"
"...Yeah. Please."
If she were truly a 'married woman who cheated by mistake,' she'd have sighed in relief at my words.
But noona's face showed no such thing.
Grateful, yes—but shadowed with disappointment. Her regret was plain as day.
'If you want to fuck me again, just say it outright, noona.'
After tasting her once, I wasn't obsessed. Just her tits and pussy were enough during a massage.
Sex again would be nice, but I wasn't desperate.
She wasn't some unattainable prize anymore, and I'd be banging Yuri soon enough anyway.
So, I waited.
For her to say it herself.
That she wanted sex.
I gave her the usual massage. Honestly, a bit more straightforward than before.
Skipped the oil since it didn't seem necessary, fondled her soft, dry skin, then moved straight to internal vaginal massage.
—Squish, squish, squish, squish!
"Ahng, yes, ungh...! Feels so good... ahn...!"
Looking down at her panting, I grabbed those jiggling tits.
—Squeeze...!
"Eek...!"
Suyeon noona's breasts were straight-up cheating. This massive flesh alone made me happy just watching it bounce.
Squeezing hard enough for my fingers to sink in melted away all my worries.
'I just don't get it. How do you not fuck these?'
Seokho hyung's gotta be impotent or something, right?
Otherwise, no way his dick stays soft seeing tits like artwork and nipples that beg to be sucked.
That's how she ended up wanting me too... but damn, these national-treasure knockers—I could grope them all day.
Anyway.
Not too gentle, not too rough. Professional, like with Jeongah noona earlier.
Four nutrient loads to her pussy, switching positions.
Two to her mouth.
And done.
"Massage session over. Time for your shower?"
"Ung..."
Throughout, she'd gazed at me with heated breaths and longing eyes, but I ignored it.
No clinginess from one fuck—just acted like last week never happened.
Wrapped it up clean.
The shower service, though? That dragged on.
—Splash, splash... sluuurp...
"Hnnngh... a bit more there... please...?"
"Your pussy? Cleaning it extra thorough?"
"And the nipples too..."
"Sure, sure. I'll suck 'em while I do."
"Thank you... hngh!"
"Smack, slurp..."
—Splash... squelch, squelch...
"Haak, ah, ahng..."
With those pleading eyes begging for every nook and cranny, I had no choice.
Sucking her stiff nipples while scrubbing her pussy—lost count how many times.
Nearly an hour.
Then out, getting dressed. Noona dressed slow too.
"..."
Slipping on one piece of underwear, peeking at me. Another, peeking again.
But I showed no interest, so her eyes drooped pitifully. Cute and sad, but I pretended not to notice.
Two and a half hours since she arrived.
Past 9 p.m.
Now facing her at the entryway again.
"Got late. Family'll worry."
"No... it's fine. Hubby's on a business trip—no one's home..."
"Ah, another trip... even on weekends. Tough."
"Yeah..."
Her subtle hint about hubby being away was funny.
She lingered after saying it, head down, fidgeting. Amusing.
During massage, pussy dripping nonstop like she loved it. But after? Straight to eyeing me.
'Does massage and sex feel different to her too? Like it does for me.'
No matter how good the massage, it couldn't match sex.
Pure pleasure? Massage might win. But sex's heat, thrill, emotional intimacy? No contest.
So she wanted me to make the move now.
If I grabbed her, she'd pretend to resist—"No, we can't"—but give in. Total vibe.
No plans to fall for it.
Call it a minimal safeguard.
'If I pounce, it's too risky. She has to say she wants me.'
Sure, if a woman pushes hard, game over either way—but she didn't seem the type.
Still, just in case. Plus, seeing a married woman in heat beg for me? Hot bonus.
So, firm goodbye.
"Get home safe. Weekends open next—book then if you want."
"Weekends...? No weekdays?"
"Exams coming, and slots are pre-booked. Sorry."
"..."
Her shoulders trembled faintly. Lips bitten.
My no-escort attitude unlike last time? A week without massage? Or my pre-book excuse after promising priority?
The last one's true—demand for my massages was booming.
Anyway, she'd feel it.
Me drawing the line.
No comeback for her. If it was a 'mistake,' my attitude was proper.
But clearly, she didn't see it that way.
"..."
She wouldn't leave. Just stood, head down, silent.
I waited patiently.
Ready for a long game. Adultery meant no rushing.
Outside the massage room, everything was real stakes.
So, no reaching for her first. Like with the aphrodisiac.
'...Don't look at those tits.'
Those things were violent. No matter the outfit, her massive presence weakened my resolve.
Too big—keeps catching my eye anyway... damn it!
Anyway, steeling myself like that.
Suddenly.
—Drip, drip...
Tears hit the floor.
Quietly, she started crying.
"...? N-noona?!"
Couldn't stay calm now. I startled, calling her, but she shook her head, shoulders heaving.
"Hic... sorry... no, it's nothing... I'll go... sorry for the weird... hngh... scene..."
She barely spoke, then turned away, grabbing the doorknob. Door half-open.
I scrambled to sort my racing thoughts.
'Fuck, what now?'
Things weren't going as planned. Never expected such a sudden breakdown today.
Sending her off to watch? Her tears hit too hard.
One thing clear.
Couldn't let her go now.
—Grab!
I seized her wrist as she tried to leave.
She froze. Slowly turned to me.
—Trickle...
Tears rolled down her cheeks from watery eyes. Those crimson lips I'd sucked earlier parted slightly.
In that heartbreaking fragility, I read a flicker of hope in her gaze.
After all this, still waiting for me to speak first? Ridiculous.
'Damn it. You win.'
I conceded. But no full surrender.
Knew it could backfire, but some risk was inevitable.
Safety nets or not, danger lingered. That's what made it thrilling.
If I obsessed over every risk, I wouldn't have used the aphrodisiac on her.
Mind made up, I stared into her eyes seriously.
"Noona."
"...Yeah."
"Tell me. Last week—that really a mistake?"
"Hic... it, it was..."
"Straight up, honestly. Last chance."
"..."
She hesitated again, but shut her mouth at "last chance."
Brief silence.
But our locked eyes conveyed everything.
And finally.
At last.
"...No... it wasn't..."
She admitted it.
Sex with me last week.
"A mistake... hic... yes... but not a mistake... I... I wanted it..."
A mistake, yet not.
Unaware of the aphrodisiac, she'd pinned me from her own pent-up desire.
"So... you, Hyunwoo..."
"Suyeon noona."
I cut off her sobbing murmur. Enough.
Then asked.
"It's late—want to crash here?"
Too direct might make her clam up again, so twisted it her style.
"Until tomorrow morning."
"...!"
Her eyes widened.
But soon.
"...Yeah."
She nodded.
And with that.
—Click
The half-open front door slammed shut tight.