Traces of Another Man
Meanwhile, in the main house on the first floor…
Jeonghun held Eunjeong tightly in his arms, driving deep inside her.
“Nnngh… Ajumma…”
Every time his hips pushed forward, Eunjeong’s pussy softly swallowed his cock and clenched around it hard. That pressure was not mere pleasure. It was paradise that felt like every nerve in his body was being sucked into her depths, burning his mind pure white.
The only reason he had come here today with his girlfriend Mijin in tow was one thing: confirmation. He needed to know whether the sensation he had felt that day—when they had tangled together on pure impulse in an impossible situation—had been real, or nothing more than a delusion.
Honestly, he had already decided to file that feeling under “delusion.” Nothing else made sense. An unfamiliar place, the taboo conditions, the unpredictable turn of events—all of it piled on at once, and his brain had simply manufactured an exaggerated high. That explanation was far more rational. Otherwise the pleasure from that day simply could not be accounted for.
But the moment he felt her pussy squeeze him again now, Jeonghun was certain.
This… was real.
No—it was even better than that day. Memories usually grow inflated and distorted with time… yet the sensation of this very moment was rewriting even those exaggerated recollections.
The gripping force deep inside her, the heat that seemed to suck him down to the root, the instinct that made his hips surge forward without his conscious will—Eunjeong’s body was completely different from any other woman’s.
There had been plenty of women around him. A pretty girlfriend named Mijin. The ace of the room salon. Model-bodied women with killer figures that Mijin had been secretly meeting as well. They had all satisfied him well enough, but Eunjeong was on another level entirely.
So this… is true paradise.
While Jeonghun’s face was slack with pleasure, Eunjeong remained expressionless. She simply received his body with mechanical, passive obedience, as if performing a task that had to be done. There was no spark in her eyes, no trace of pleasure on her face. Only the occasional soft, breathy moan slipped out of her.
Looking only at the scene, it was a thoroughly uninteresting situation. Yet the pleasure her body alone delivered buried every other circumstance. He wanted to make this woman his somehow. Even if that proved impossible, he at least wanted to arrange it so he could see her like this from time to time—regularly, discreetly, without Mijin ever finding out. Mijin as Mijin, Eunjeong as Eunjeong. Exactly the way he had always lived.
That fantasy heated his lower belly even hotter. And today, he was falling completely under her spell.
After a thoroughly satisfying climax, Jeonghun hurried to clean things up. He caught his breath, pulled his pants back on, and snatched up the shirt he had discarded. The thought that a fair amount of time had already slipped by made his face tighten with unease. The knowledge that his girlfriend Mijin might be waiting for him only made his movements sharper.
Eunjeong was the complete opposite. She rose without the slightest fuss. Neither hurried nor languid—just the unhurried pace of someone finishing a familiar chore. She picked up the bra that had fallen to the floor beside the bed and slipped it on with practiced ease. Both hands lightly tugged the cups, then slowly guided her full breasts into place. The heavy flesh spilled into the cups and filled them, making the deep valley between them stand out even more sharply. Then she pulled up her panties. They snapped lightly over her hips and clung to her skin.
The sight of her itself felt even more lush and sensual. Finally she lifted the thin beige dress that had been draped over the bed and pulled it on. The fabric slid down over her head and settled snugly against her body. The faint outlines of her bra and panties showed through, perfectly revealing her voluptuous curves. Eunjeong brushed her hair back, smoothed the hem of the dress, and finished composing herself. Her expression stayed calm from beginning to end.
Jeonghun stared at the scene in a daze. The way she dressed so naturally, as if nothing had happened, and revealed not a single emotion only excited him further.
“…Ajumma.”
He spoke first.
“Your number… give it to me.”
Eunjeong’s hands paused for a moment. Then, very slowly, she lifted her head.
“My number?”
The question was calm. No—if anything, it was cooler than the easy atmosphere of a moment ago.
“Why?”
That single word made Jeonghun’s shoulders flinch. He swallowed, as if carefully choosing his next words. His eyes wavered, but he showed no sign of giving up.
“I can’t keep meeting you… through Taeseok every time.”
The corner of Eunjeong’s mouth twisted ever so slightly—something close to a short, mocking laugh.
“Why? You want to see me again?”
“Yes. I… I’ve come to like you, Ajumma.”
He steadied his breath and continued.
“And… I don’t know what Taeseok told you, but I’m a capable man. What people call a gold spoon. Unlike Taeseok… if you meet me, you won’t regret it.”
Confidence and certainty filled his voice. His family background, his wealth, his future prospects—until now, no woman who learned of those things had ever refused him. That had become a simple fact to him. He laid that obviousness bare in front of Eunjeong, as if handing over a business card or flipping a card on a negotiation table.
In that moment, Eunjeong smiled. And the words that followed were utterly dry.
“Well… hearing that a young, capable, successful kid like you likes me doesn’t feel bad.”
Up to there, it was at least soft. The problem was what came next.
“But I don’t think we’ll have any reason to meet separately.”
Jeonghun’s expression hardened.
“…What?”
A face that did not understand. Or rather, a face that refused to understand. Eunjeong looked down at him for a moment, then continued as if it were nothing.
“Even today… I only met you because Taeseok asked me to. Without Taeseok between the two of us…”
She paused briefly, then drew a clean line.
“I have no reason to meet you.”
Jeonghun’s confusion was plain. He had never once imagined she would refuse him.
“A… Ajumma…”
“And.”
Eunjeong cut him off.
“Don’t get the wrong idea. The reason we were here together just now—all of it—is because of Taeseok.”
Jeonghun’s mouth opened, then stopped without a word.
“Because I like you? No. Because you’re decent? Not that either.”
Each sentence drove deeper.
“It’s entirely because of Taeseok. So the idea of meeting comfortably without going through him doesn’t even make sense. Do you… understand what I’m saying?”
Jeonghun’s face grew steadily harder. Pride thoroughly scraped raw.
“…I really can treat you well.”
A voice forced upward. But it held no strength.
Eunjeong looked at him for a moment, then tilted her head.
“Aren’t you late? Hurry up and leave.”
Even after leaving Eunjeong’s room, Jeonghun could not stop thinking for a long while. All the way up the stairs, his mind was a tangled mess. Nothing made sense—the things that had just happened, Eunjeong’s attitude, and the existence of Taeseok that had created the entire situation.
“…What the hell is it.”
The muttered words scattered weakly into the air.
“What kind of leverage does Taeseok have on that Ajumma? No… what kind of relationship is it?”
It was far too strange to call ordinary. It did not seem bound by money, nor did she carry the manner of someone dragged here against her will. And yet he could not think of any reason she would voluntarily act this way. No matter how hard he turned it over, no answer that made sense appeared.
In the end Jeonghun shook his head several times and cut the thoughts off. This was not the time to dwell on it. What mattered more was Mijin, who would be waiting up in the rooftop room.
When he climbed the stairs and stepped out onto the roof, the scene that met him was calmer than expected. Taeseok and Mijin sat facing each other, talking, and the atmosphere was not bad at all. If anything, it looked far softer than before. Mijin was smiling, and Taeseok was continuing the conversation with an easy expression. The moment Jeonghun saw that, a little of his tension drained away. He had even worried something might have happened between them. But of course not, he thought.
…I was fretting over nothing.
He smirked inwardly. Then he walked over with a blank face and sat down beside Mijin.
“Oppa… why are you so late?”
Mijin turned her head at once and asked. Her voice held a faint sulk.
Jeonghun averted his eyes for a second, then answered naturally.
“Hm? Ah…”
There was a very brief blank before the words came.
“The landlady downstairs wasn’t there.”
The answer itself sounded natural, but his hand moved first. He scratched the back of his head for no reason and let his gaze slide away.
“So I waited a bit… but she never showed up.”
“Then you should’ve just come back up.”
Mijin shot back immediately. Jeonghun gave an awkward laugh.
“I was going to… but the alcohol hit me all of a sudden. I only meant to sit for a second…”
The end of the sentence trailed off.
“…Don’t tell me you fell asleep again?”
“Yeah. I conked out.”
Mijin let out a sigh.
“Haa… that’s just ridiculous.”
It was a scolding, but she was not truly angry. Jeonghun caught the mood and smoothly changed the subject.
“Still, thanks to that—”
He tilted his head and looked between the two of them.
“You two seem to have gotten closer?”
Mijin briefly looked away. She brushed her hair back with one hand as she answered.
“Well… we talked about some things we never got to before.”
After seeing Jeonghun and Mijin off, Taeseok headed for the main house on the first floor. He stood in front of the entrance for a long time without moving. The hand gripping the doorknob trembled. The fact that he himself had ordered her to sleep with another man again made him feel sick with self-disgust.
…I’m sorry. Eunjeong-ajumma.
He murmured it silently inside. He had repeated to himself countless times that he had to treat her as a tool, a means of testing his power—yet one corner of his chest remained heavy. The more she trusted him and obeyed, the heavier it grew.
Taeseok drew a deep breath and slowly opened the door. Eunjeong was sitting on the living-room sofa. The television was on, but her gaze was not resting on the screen. Her eyes were unfocused, staring into empty air, and her expression was blank yet somehow weary.
At the sound of Taeseok entering, Eunjeong’s eyes slowly moved to him. The moment she confirmed it was him, a soft smile spread gently across her face.
“Taeseok… you’re back?”
Her voice was warm and gentle as always—like a long-time lover welcoming him home. That single greeting only made Taeseok’s chest feel heavier. He closed the door, approached her, and forced a smile.
“Did your friends leave?”
Taeseok gave a short nod.
“Yeah. Just now.”
The instant she heard the answer, Eunjeong lowered her eyes for a moment. She bit her lip lightly, then let out a small sigh.
“…I see.”
Taeseok sat right beside her. Eunjeong leaned naturally and rested her head against his shoulder. Taeseok quietly looked down at her. The fact that she was a woman who had just given her body to another man felt even sharper in this moment. Faint red kiss marks still lingered on Eunjeong’s nape and collarbones, and her chest was faintly flushed as if from Jeonghun’s hands. The thighs visible between the folds of her skirt looked more sensual than usual, knowing they had just been wrapped around another man’s body.
“…Are you okay?”
