Her Daily Life
“Does it hurt a lot? I just… I missed my Mijin, so I called. Had a drink and thought of you… maybe I should come over…”
Jeonghun’s words drew a dry, humorless laugh from Taeseok.
This bastard… One drink and he’s calling his girl. Too bad, kid. Your girlfriend’s already mine…
A sly smile curved Taeseok’s mouth as he spread Mijin’s legs and settled between them.
Her eyes went wide in an instant.
The idea of Jeonghun coming to her place was bad enough—but Taeseok’s movement was unmistakably the start of penetration.
“Oppa… I’m… really not feeling well… I don’t think I can see you today… I’m sorry…”
The moment the words left her lips, his thick, burning cock twitched right at the entrance of her pussy.
She shook her head wildly, silently pleading with Taeseok.
If that enormous cock pushed into her while she was still on the phone with her boyfriend…
I won’t be able to hold back the moans. He’ll hear everything.
Terror flooded her face as she stared up at Taeseok.
Don’t… please… not now…
She mouthed the words without sound, a silent scream.
But Taeseok was savoring every flicker of her panic.
The head of his cock rubbed against her folds, dipping just inside, then sliding out again—over and over.
Each time, Mijin screwed her face up and fought with everything she had to keep the moans locked in her throat.
Jeonghun’s voice came through again.
“You’re that bad off? Should I pick something up and bring it over?”
Taeseok pressed his lips flush against her ear and whispered so softly it was almost only breath.
“N-no… Oppa… I’m really fine… Today I just… want to rest… Aahhh~”
Her only chance was to soothe him fast and end the call.
She was running out of time.
That hot, thick length kept pressing deeper into her.
“Nnngh…”
She clamped one hand hard over her mouth and shoved desperately at Taeseok’s shoulder with the other.
But there was no stopping the pleasure flooding her from his thick heat.
“Nngh… Sunbae… please… you can’t…”
“Mijin? Mijin? What’s going on?”
Jeonghun’s voice rang clear through the speakerphone.
Oh no. He heard me.
Mijin’s eyes flew open in pure panic.
“Ah… n-no… nnngh… Oppa… can’t you just go home today? Really… nngh… I’m just feeling so awful.”
Her voice cracked and broke, moans bleeding through every syllable.
She begged Jeonghun to hang up.
She begged Taeseok not to move—at least not while the call was still open.
Neither man listened.
Jeonghun showed no sign of ending the call, and Taeseok never stopped moving.
“That’s cold. I really miss my Mijin…”
“Oppa. I miss you too. But… right now I don’t want to make you worry.”
Taeseok forced her thighs wider, buried himself to the hilt, and rolled his hips.
Schlick—schlick—
The wet, heavy sound of flesh driving deep and pulling free was loud enough to carry.
“Sunbae… please… he’ll hear us for real…”
Mijin’s eyes were nearly rolling back as she begged.
Jeonghun’s voice returned, edged with concern.
“You’re sure nothing’s wrong? Your breathing’s really rough.”
“Hah… I’ve got a little fever, that’s all. Oppa… I’m hanging up. Get home safe.”
“Mijin! Mijin?…”
Jeonghun’s urgent calls still echoed when Mijin finally cut the line herself.
She flung the phone onto the bed and locked her arms around Taeseok’s neck, a near-sob of a moan exploding out of her—every sound she had been holding back released at once.
“Haaah…! Sunbae… you’re so mean. I almost got caught.”
“Did you? Honestly, I wouldn’t have cared if you had…”
“Still… haah… I’m still dating Jeonghun Oppa. That’s just not right.”
Shame and embarrassment thickened every word.
Her body, though, was brutally honest.
Her legs clamped tighter around his waist; her pussy clenched and fluttered greedily around his cock.
The contradiction was almost ridiculous—and it only stoked Taeseok’s lust higher.
Crazy… She’s talking about manners with her legs spread like this?
He almost laughed at her, then drove into her again with savage force.
“Aaaah…! Sunbae… I’m going crazy. Sunbae…”
“Yeah… I only just found out what a polite girl you are.”
“I don’t know. Haah.”
Taeseok focused again on the vivid, twenty-year-old body beneath him.
The near-disaster on the phone had left him burning hot—and he wasn’t the only one.
Pinned under him, taking every thrust, Mijin kept reacting, writhing and coming apart with pleasure.
Mijin took Taeseok’s cum three times before she finally went limp, completely spent.
Every muscle had given out; she lay boneless against him, yet she made no move to leave his arms.
Instead she burrowed deeper, pressing her face into his chest.
After a while she carefully lifted her head.
“Sunbae… did you… really like me?”
“Hm? Who said that?”
“Jeonghun Oppa…”
She kept her eyes locked on his, waiting.
Taeseok gave a short, soft laugh.
“Yeah… well… no reason to hide it.”
He paused, then continued in the same even tone.
“I did. I liked you. From the day you first enrolled… for quite a while.”
She bit her lower lip lightly.
“…Then maybe…”
“Yeah?”
“If I… break up with Jeonghun Oppa and come to you… would you take me?”
Taeseok let out a hollow chuckle.
“Crazy bitch…”
The short, dry words made Mijin’s eyes waver hard.
“I did like you. But that’s the past.”
His voice stayed level—cold, almost clinical, drawing a clean line.
“I don’t like you now. Not after learning you’re the kind of woman who cheats on her boyfriend… How am I supposed to date someone like that?”
Her gaze dropped to the sheets.
Her lips trembled.
“That was cruel…”
Taeseok gripped her ass hard with one hand and laughed low in his throat.
“Cruel? You’re the worse one—sneaking over here behind your boyfriend’s back and begging me to hold you.”
Mijin buried her face against his chest and muttered, barely audible.
“You’re the one who made me this way. You said you’d only put it in for a minute, and then you…”
“I think we remember that day differently… Sure, I held your hand. But the one who got so worked up she climbed on top of me and started riding? That was you.”
Her body went rigid for a second.
Still pressed to his chest, she shivered with pure embarrassment.
Thinking back… he was right.
Taeseok kept speaking, his voice softening just a fraction.
“Stay with Jeonghun. He’s got good prospects. Dating a guy like him is better for you than dating someone like me. And me… I’m more into you when you’re still Jeonghun’s girlfriend.”
Mijin’s eyes flew open.
“What… does that even mean?”
He squeezed her ass again and breathed hot against her ear.
“Nothing special. Just what I said… If you’re Jeonghun’s girl, every now and then I feel like fucking you. If you’re not—there’s no reason for us to meet.”
A full-body tremor ran through her.
Shame, humiliation, and a strange, intensifying hunger all crushed together in her chest.
She hid her face against him and whispered,
“…You’re a really bad man, Sunbae…”
“If you still want me to hold you sometimes… just stay right where you are, next to Jeonghun.”
His fingers found the entrance of her pussy again and began to rub.
Mijin stayed buried against his chest, swallowing moans, body trembling.
Less than five minutes after Mijin left the room, the door opened quietly.
Eunsu.
She shut it behind her and stood still, nostrils flaring faintly as if tasting the sweet, filthy scent that still hung in the air.
Taeseok lounged back against the headboard and watched her at his leisure.
“Busy night.”
There was an edge in Eunsu’s voice.
She leaned against the door, eyes slowly raking over his bare torso and the thighs still glossy with Mijin’s fluids.
“Hm? When did you get here?”
“Earlier… No—before that, too. I came upstairs, but the moaning never stopped, so… I couldn’t walk in.”
She didn’t look away while she spoke.
Her gaze drifted to his cock, then back up to his eyes, unhurried.
Taeseok snorted a quiet laugh and pulled on the T-shirt lying beside him.
“I see. So what’s up?”
Eunsu crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed.
“What you said earlier… is that actually possible?”
“Your husband? Well… it’s not impossible. Why?”
She stared at his hand for a long moment, then let out a small sigh.
“I can’t think of any other way… If the method you mentioned really works…”
“You want to do it that way?”
He asked as his palm slowly stroked up the inside of her thigh.
Eunsu shivered and nodded.
“Yeah…”
Taeseok held her gaze.
His fingers kept tracing soft circles against her inner thigh.
“But… do you think Unni would go along with it?”
Worry touched her expression.
“I’ll handle Eunjeong. Leave the persuading to me.”
“Haa… Part of me wonders if we really have to go this far… but there’s no other way.”
“Say it clearly. Do you want this?”
Eunsu lowered her eyes, then looked up at him again.
Color stained her cheeks; her breath trembled faintly.
“…Yeah.”
That single word was enough. Taeseok brushed a light kiss over her lips and murmured,
“Then… leave it to me.”
Eunsu looped her arms around his neck and exhaled softly.
“We… really are crazy, aren’t we.”
Six in the morning.
Eunjeong’s eyes opened right on schedule.
The room was still dim, but her heart was already bright and warm.
She rose quietly and slipped into a thin dress.
As the fabric brushed her skin, she noticed again how fuller and firmer her breasts had become, how much more defined her waist was.
She stood before the mirror and looked herself over.
Even prettier than yesterday…
A small smile touched her lips. She tied on an apron and headed for the kitchen.
Oil in the pan, eggs cracking under careful hands—quiet motions full of quiet anticipation.
Soon… Taeseok will be here.
Just the thought melted something warm in her chest.
When he walked in she would step into his arms as if it were the most natural thing in the world; those big hands would settle around her waist.
And maybe… before breakfast, he would take his time exploring her body.
Eunjeong breathed out a soft sigh while the eggs cooked.
I’ve gotten this pretty, so Taeseok will treat me even more prettily too.
The thought embarrassed her a little, but the memory of his hands and the pleasure they brought already had heat rising under her skin.
She was ready—ready to melt into his arms the moment he arrived.
The front door opened.
“Taeseok…”
She turned as if by instinct and went to him.
Then she was in his arms, pressing her chest against his solid one, winding her arms around his neck.
“Breakfast is almost ready… but do you want to eat first? Or… before we eat?”
Her voice was soft and sweet, melting like morning light.
“Lately… before eating feels better. That okay?”
She rested her face against his chest and lightly fisted the fabric of his T-shirt in both hands.
“Yeah. Whatever you want.”
“What about you? If you don’t feel like it, or you’re tired, you can say so.”
“Dummy… You know I’d never say that.”
Eunjeong took his hand and guided it under her skirt.
“Feel that? You could put it in right now.”
The simple words carried the hunger of a night spent waiting for him.
“Eunjeong… I think you’ve gotten way too naughty.”
