A Tamed Woman
As if under a spell, Jeonghun followed Eunjeong into Taeseok's room.
His mind was fogged, his legs moving of their own accord. He still could not quite believe this situation was real.
The moment the door shut, Eunjeong shed the knit dress she was wearing without the slightest hesitation.
Soft fabric slipped away with a whisper, and the body it revealed stopped Jeonghun's breath cold. He had already guessed she wore no bra from the way her nipples pressed against the dress, and sure enough, only a pair of panties clung to her now.
A slender waist, breasts rising full and heavy, skin that gleamed smooth as polished marble. Provocative—and far more lethal.
"I just showered, so I don't think I need another wash... Are you going to?"
Eunjeong asked in a natural, emotionless voice. Her eyes held neither shyness, anticipation, nor refusal.
Jeonghun swallowed hard, staring blankly at her bare form.
"...If it's okay with you, ma'am, I just want to do it."
"Mm... alright. Whatever's comfortable for you."
Even as she answered, Eunjeong slowly pushed her panties down as well. The thick thatch of pubic hair and the glimpse of flushed flesh between it made Jeonghun feel as though his breath might stop forever.
Completely naked, she lay quietly on the bed. Legs parted just slightly, gaze fixed on the ceiling, her expression remained utterly indifferent—as if she were simply carrying out a mission on someone's orders, a face almost devoid of feeling.
Yet even like that, the sensual lines of her body sent Jeonghun's heart hammering wildly. The fact that he could soon claim this beautiful older woman's body still refused to settle as real.
With trembling hands he stripped off his own clothes and approached the bed. Without so much as looking at him, Eunjeong quietly spread her legs a little wider, ready to take him in.
Taeseok remained seated at the low outdoor table where he had been grilling meat, watching the door to his room close.
The moment it clicked shut, something heavy dropped in his chest.
What the hell am I doing right now?
This was a woman he had even wondered might be love. And he had told that same Eunjeong to sleep with his friend—on the bed in his own room, no less.
Right now she would be spreading her legs to take Jeonghun's body instead of his. Her soft, springy pussy would be clamping down around Jeonghun's cock while she moaned.
Jealousy? Am I jealous? Because some filthy slut like that is sleeping with another man?
His head spun. Sweat slicked his palms. Taeseok clenched his teeth.
No... this is exactly what a whore like that deserves.
A woman who had given her body to both father and son. Treating her this way might simply be the natural punishment. He tried to think that, but his heart would not settle so easily. Because his feelings for her had run deep, discovering her betrayal had only made the rage burn hotter. A sharp ache stabbed through one corner of his chest.
He forced himself to focus on something else—an analysis of the situation that had just unfolded. The energy seeping from his own body could grant a woman the ultimate pleasure and make her his. And with the Blessing of Beauty, he could reshape any woman he claimed into something even more beautiful. In the end, if he played it right, he could live buried among beautiful women for the rest of his life.
Yeah... Aunt Eunjeong is just a tool for testing and verifying my ability. Don't get any other feelings involved.
Even so, he could not stop his gaze from drifting back toward his room.
Still... was it too cruel, what I made her do?
Whenever guilt rose, he countered it:
No... she hurt me like this first.
That was how he rationalized it, and little by little Taeseok's mind settled into order.
Faint beyond the door came the creak of bed springs, the mingled moans of a man and a woman. All of it heated his lower belly white-hot. Unconsciously he parted his legs a little and felt his cock, hard and heavy inside his pants, twitching as if it meant to tear through the fabric.
I'm... getting turned on by this.
He gave a bitter smile. With one hand he slowly rubbed the bulging front of his trousers, ears tuned to the sounds inside the room. Eunjeong's moans seemed to grow hotter with every breath. Each time he heard them, his cock stiffened further and radiated heat.
Taeseok's door opened and Jeonghun came out first. His face looked completely melted. Eyes glazed, a vacant smile hanging at the corners of his mouth—the exact expression of a man who had just tasted heaven.
Jeonghun collapsed onto the sofa across from Taeseok and, still breathing hard, began to speak.
"Dude... that was insane."
He dragged both hands down his face and exhaled like a sigh.
"Is she really thirty-nine? Up close she's even prettier. Skin glowing, not a single wrinkle around the eyes, so damn firm. Every time she smiled I thought my heart was going to drop out."
He broke off, swallowed, and parted his legs slightly. Still tingling in the lower belly, he pressed one hand hard against his thigh and kept going.
"Her body... the waist is so thin it makes the tits look even bigger, and her ass has ridiculous bounce. The flesh itself was springy as hell. How the fuck can a woman almost forty feel like that?"
Jeonghun stared at his own palm as if still feeling the texture of her skin.
"And her pussy... fuck, that grip was unreal. From the second I pushed in it felt like she was sucking me all the way down. Twitching and squeezing like a living mouth—every single clench sent lightning straight up my spine."
Just from the memory he gave a little roll of his hips and shuddered. Eyes half-lidded, mouth slack, a thread of spit gathering at the corner. He rubbed the side of his neck with one hand and continued in a nearly dazed voice.
"The moans... ah, that low, filthy voice... I almost lost my mind. Seriously... the hottest moans I've ever heard in my life."
Even while speaking he shuddered again. His expression still had not climbed down from the peak of ecstasy.
"I've never felt anything like that. Not once."
Those few words contained everything.
Taeseok looked down at him without answering. Jeonghun lifted his head, then suddenly grinned.
"But how do you even set something like this up? That woman... you got dirt on her or what?"
Taeseok snorted a quiet laugh. Satisfaction and a peculiar sense of superiority mixed in it—the laugh of a man who could dominate a woman to this degree.
"Don't talk bullshit... If you've had your fun, get going. I need to go see her."
Jeonghun stared blankly for a moment, then nodded.
"Got it. Good seeing you after so long. I'll... drop by again sometime."
With that he rose and disappeared toward the stairs.
Once Jeonghun was gone, Taeseok stood and headed for his room. When he opened the door, the air inside still felt thick with heat and lewd residue.
Eunjeong sat on the edge of the bed, slowly straightening the knit dress. Her hands moved languidly; her unfocused eyes stared blankly into empty space. Through the tangle of her hair the nape of her neck showed a faint red mark, and her swollen lips still hung slightly open.
Taeseok sat quietly beside her. For a long while no words passed between them.
He studied her from the side. The woman Jeonghun had just praised so extravagantly now stood out to him with vivid clarity. One by one the dazed compliments Jeonghun had poured out resurfaced in his mind. Taeseok gave a small, dry laugh.
Because he had held her and taken her every single day, he had never properly seen her true allure. Or rather, the changes wrought by his skill had happened so gradually that he simply never noticed. But now, replaying another man's awed words while looking at her again... she really was breathtaking enough to stop a heart.
Taeseok rested a hand lightly on her thigh. The faint residual tremor in her flesh heated his palm. He stroked his fingers slowly across her skin and let the silence stretch. The longer it lasted, the sorrier he felt for her. He could not hold the feeling back.
She was still looking at him with those warm eyes, and he wanted to make her understand why he had ordered her to do this. No—more than that, he wanted to convince himself.
At last Taeseok spoke.
"Auntie... did you sleep with my dad?"
In that instant, as if time itself had stopped, her body locked rigid. Her hands froze. Her breath cut off. The vacant eyes slowly widened and focus returned. Color drained from her face, then a flush crept upward until even the tips of her ears burned scarlet.
She opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again. Breath came faster, yet not a single word emerged. Shame, terror, and resignation all mixed in her gaze.
She did not need to answer. The silence and the trembling alone made everything clear.
Taeseok watched her reaction steadily and continued in a low, gentle voice.
"So that's why you slept with me? Because you missed Dad... were you thinking of him while you were with me?"
Eunjeong's shoulders gave a tiny shudder. Slowly she lowered her head. Tangled hair half-hid her face, but the lips visible through it trembled, pale and bloodless.
"...I'm sorry. But it really... wasn't like that."
