The Cycle of Pleasure
It was shameful enough to bare her most private place to Taeseok, but far more shameful was the fact that she could not properly refuse him while held in that position.
All she managed was a trembling plea.
“Taeseok… look at me. I’m Aunt Eunjeong… you… you can’t do this to me… we really can’t do this.”
She made no attempt to push him away. She did not struggle. That helpless surrender only drove Taeseok’s arousal higher.
Before she realized it, her Emotion Level had climbed to 38. She still did not understand what the number meant, yet she sensed instinctively that it was not something working against her.
Taeseok parted her legs and settled between them. Her body answered with raw honesty. As though it had been waiting, her thighs opened wider; the moment he pressed in, they clamped around his waist and held him there.
Breathing hard, he looked down at her face. Her eyes begged him to stop, yet her body was already swollen with anticipation.
He brought the newly hardened, massive length of his cock to the entrance of Eunjeong’s pussy. Once more she pleaded.
“Can’t we… not do this? Please, Taeseok…”
He said nothing. Holding her gaze, he slowly pushed his thick cock into her.
“Aaaah…! Haa-euk…! Taeseok. Wait… haang~♡”
A sharp cry tore from her throat and filled the room.
This can’t be… what is going inside me?
The thick, long shaft forced her tight, scorching channel open as it sank deeper. Eunjeong’s eyes flew wide; her whole body trembled. It was a fullness she had never known, a depth and girth that seemed ready to reach her womb, packing her vaginal walls completely and flooding her with a pleasure she had never experienced.
It was the same electric sensation she had felt when his hand or body first touched her—only the volume of it was on an entirely different scale. Her pussy instinctively clenched and fluttered, sucking him deeper.
“Fuck… it’s really… all the way in. What am I supposed to do now…”
The words sounded like despair, yet excitement born of overwhelming pleasure ran through them.
Taeseok gritted his teeth, drew his hips back, then slammed forward again. Simple, rough piston strokes—growing faster, more relentless with every thrust.
“Nngh…! Ahk…! Taeseok… it’s too… big…!”
Her moans grew louder and more frequent.
Every time he moved, the thick shaft dragged precisely across her most sensitive places on the way out, then buried itself to the root again. The sensation drove her wild. Deep in her belly a hot wave rose and shook her entire body.
Her full, slightly sagging breasts bounced violently. With every thrust the heavy mounds heaved up and down, nipples slicing the air. Her hips rose of their own accord to meet his rhythm; her ass slid and wrinkled the bedsheet.
“Haa… haa…! Aheung…! Too… deep…! Aaaang!~♡”
Eunjeong sobbed out a cry and shook. Each time the tip seemed to spear her womb, her mind flashed white.
This… this is the first time…
Neither her husband nor any man before him had ever driven her this hard. They would thrust a few times, tire, or stop the moment climax approached. Taeseok was different. His hips never slowed, never faltered. Like a beast he simply kept ramming into her on pure instinct.
“Haaaaah~! Taeseok…! Heueong…! Taeseok~♡”
Tears welled in her eyes as the moans poured out. The knowledge that she was feeling this pleasure with a man she should never have touched crushed her chest with shame—yet that very shame only made the pleasure sharper and more intense.
No… I can’t… why does it feel… so good…?
Every time the thought surfaced, her pussy clenched harder around his cock. Hot juices overflowed and soaked his thighs.
Taeseok’s face was flushed deep red. Without a single word he simply fucked her on pure instinct, movements that seemed endless. With every thrust Eunjeong trembled and sank deeper into pleasure.
As he drove into her again and again, Taeseok experienced something mysterious. He had already sensed, when he first took her hand, that something flowing out of him was stimulating her and flooding her with bliss. The same thing was happening now. That energy poured into her through his cock.
But it was not only leaving him. Deep inside her body the energy seemed to transform, growing denser and richer before flowing back into him. A cycle. An unbroken current using their joined bodies as the medium.
The energy that returned pushed him higher. The more he moved, the more vital force surged up. Because of it he felt no fatigue, no strain. Pleasure built inside his cock from her tight grip, yet somehow he knew he could control it—cum whenever he wanted, or hold back for as long as he pleased. That certainty only grew stronger the longer he thrust.
In all his previous experiences he had never lasted this long, never repeated the act so many times while holding back. The realization brought him a strange calm even in the middle of the violent rhythm. In that calm he studied the face of the woman sobbing beneath him.
Fuck… I’m really… inside Aunt Eunjeong’s pussy…
It felt sinful. It also felt intoxicating. The kindest, gentlest woman he knew—someone who, as far as he was aware, had never even looked at another man since her husband’s death—he had turned into a woman moaning on a man’s cock.
“Auntie… I… I really like you.”
“Haang~♡ Taeseok, don’t say things like that. Please…”
“I know. I know… but I really do.”
“Heueung~ haang~ haang~”
He cupped her tear-streaked face in both hands. In that moment she no longer looked like a woman more than ten years older than him; she looked like a lovely woman he wanted to claim. Looking at that face, he wanted to cum inside her.
I want to cum.
The thought alone brought the sensation racing up his shaft. He looked into her eyes once more. His thrusts grew rougher, faster, until he buried himself to the hilt and shuddered hard.
“Ugh…!”
Hot semen blasted toward Eunjeong’s womb.
With heavy, pulsing throbs the scorching liquid flooded her deepest place and overflowed. Eunjeong’s mind went blank; her whole body convulsed.
“Aaaaaah…! Taeseok…! Haa-euk…!”
Name: Kim Eunjeong
Age: 39
Occupation: Landlord
Emotion Level:59 / 100
Dominance:21 / 100
Special Notes
• Widowed five years ago (long-suppressed loneliness)
• Burdened by the advances of real-estate boss Yang Chunseok
Passive Skill
Blessing of Beauty — Currently Active
For a long while Taeseok lay heavily atop Eunjeong. His still-hard cock remained buried deep inside her. When he finally eased his hips back, her tightly gripping pussy released him with a wet slide.
“Mmn…”
The moment he pulled free, a flood of white semen gushed out of her as if a dam had burst. The hot, sticky fluid poured from her swollen, reddened folds and soaked a wide stain into the sheet.
Eunjeong stared, eyes round, breath caught. She had never seen anything like it.
He came that much?
She could hardly believe so much had been inside her.
“What do I do… the sheet is completely soaked…”
Her voice still trembled.
“It’s fine.”
“No… I’ll take it and wash it.”
“It’s really okay…”
Eunjeong forced her shaking legs to hold her weight and sat up. She gathered the clothes scattered across the floor and hurriedly pulled them on. The way she tugged her T-shirt down and yanked her skirt up was clumsy and rushed. The excuse about washing the sheet felt like a desperate way to escape the crushing awkwardness of the moment.
Avoiding Taeseok’s eyes, she almost fled through the door and into the hallway.
The second Eunjeong opened her own front door she collapsed onto the entryway floor. Her legs would no longer support her.
“…What… have I done.”
She covered her face with both hands, voice shaking.
She had only gone up to comfort him. She had wanted to give a single warm word to the boy who had shut himself in that room for a whole year after losing his family. She had wanted to help him find his way back to ordinary life.
Instead she had held his hand, kissed him… and finally taken his body into hers.
“Crazy bitch…”
Tears of self-reproach slid down her cheeks. She hugged her knees and curled into herself. The twelve-year gap between her thirty-nine and his twenty-five tightened around her throat with shame and guilt.
And then…
My sister’s son… and… that man’s son…
She did not think she would ever be able to forgive herself for what she had just done.
