Drawing the Line
And yet.
Her body was still replaying, with merciless clarity, the memory of Taeseok pushing into her pussy.
The moment his hands stripped her clothes away.
The moment his lips trailed down the side of her neck.
That almost splitting fullness when he slowly filled her, inch by inch.
“Ha… ah…”
Recalling the pleasure she had felt then, Eunjeong involuntarily squeezed her thighs together. She could still feel that place—hot, slick, and wet. Taeseok’s energy lingered deep inside her body; even the smallest movement sent a shiver racing through her.
You crazy bitch. You have to forget this… this is wrong.
She shook her head hard. But inside her mind, the rough-yet-gentle rhythm of Taeseok’s hips, the way he had spoken her name while he moved, kept looping on endless repeat.
That pleasure…
It had been more intense, more sweet, than anything she had ever shared with her husband. It was the kind of pleasure that melted her completely, as if every lonely year she had suppressed had finally burst free all at once.
Eunjeong slowly rested one hand over her breast. Through the thin T-shirt her still-swollen nipple met her fingertips, hypersensitive. The lightest press made her hips twitch of their own accord.
“…No… don’t think about it…”
Even as the words left her mouth, her other hand had already slipped beneath her skirt, lightly stroking the place that still carried Taeseok’s trace.
“Mmm…!”
A small moan slipped free. Pleasure surged back in. She clenched her teeth and swallowed the sound. Every soft glide of her fingers sent a sweet tremor rising from deep inside her pussy. The craving to feel it again was tormenting her far more fiercely than any self-reproach.
“Taeseok… I’m sorry… but… why… does it feel so good… You did this to me.”
In the end she leaned back against the wall, eyes closed, and let the brief moment with Taeseok flood through her again. Her fingers were already inside her pussy, teasing the most sensitive spot.
“Haa…”
A hot moan escaped unbidden. She had comforted herself countless times alone over the years.
“Mmm… haa…!”
With her husband gone, it had been her only outlet for desire. As always, she pushed two fingers deep and worked them slowly. Until now, that had been enough. But tonight the pleasure felt pitifully thin. After the overwhelming thing she had just experienced, the stimulation of her own fingertips was nothing. The hot friction that had seemed ready to spear her womb every time Taeseok thrust hard, the endless, driving rhythm… nothing could match it.
The faster she moved her fingers, the more vividly Taeseok’s image rose in her mind.
“Ah…! Taeseok… haang…!”
She bit down hard, yet her moans only grew louder. She added a third finger, spreading herself open, while her thumb roughly rubbed her swollen clit. The more she did, the fiercer her craving for him became.
No… don’t think about him… haang… I mustn’t think about him.
The longer she masturbated, the more she ached for Taeseok’s thick cock—his heat, his breath, his moans, the moment his cum had flooded her completely.
“Haaa…! Taeseok…!”
Because of that, her hand moved rougher and faster than ever before.
At the same moment.
Taeseok lay dazed on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The room still held the faint sweetness of Eunjeong’s scent mixed with the smell of sweat.
“Fuck… I actually did it. With Aunt Eunjeong…”
He muttered under his breath and dragged a hand down his face. She was the woman who had always looked after him so warmly whenever things got hard. He had never once thought of her as a woman—yet until moments ago they had been tangled together like that. The fact refused to settle easily.
His chest felt tight, yet strangely light at the same time. Guilt closed around his throat even as the memory of her soft, burning body made him feel weightless. The way she had moaned and pulled him close, the way her legs had locked hard around his waist—simply saying it had felt “good” was nowhere near enough. It had been a deep, overwhelming pleasure he had never known, as if the deepest parts of them had touched and exchanged something.
“…What the hell… was that…”
Taeseok murmured low. Every time he moved, something that flowed out of him had seeped into her; the more she responded, the stronger that sensation came flooding back. He had felt it clearly. It was no mere delusion. And without some real power like that, it would have been impossible to keep thrusting so hard, for so long, on top of her body.
He thought back to his experiences with previous girlfriends.
Yeah… I have to admit it. I… never managed anything like that before.
A bitter smile tugged at his lips. Only now did he begin to think seriously about his ability.
Just before Eunjeong left his room, the Status Window that had appeared while he watched her retreating back rose vivid in his mind. Both Emotion Level and Dominance had risen higher than before. He had confirmed that Emotion Level climbed whenever their bodies touched, when they kissed, when they had sex. And by the time she walked out, it had dropped quite a bit from the peak it hit at her climax.
So Emotion Level is a window that shows her current state?
That much he could guess.
What about Dominance? Why did that go up? Is that related to sex too?
It was the most plausible theory. If they kept having sex… would Dominance keep rising until he could make her completely his?
It’s going to take time to confirm that.
And the fact that a new line had been added under Special Notes was another change.
“…Is there a separate condition?”
Whether Emotion Level had to cross a certain threshold, or Dominance had to break a specific number, or both had to be met at once—he still had no idea.
“There’s too much I need to check…”
• Burden of the real-estate owner (Yang Chunseok)’s advances
Information so private she had never once mentioned it herself. Yet it floated there as if it were nothing.
“…It even shows me shit like this?”
He muttered low and gave a short, dry laugh.
“…Interesting.”
That night, Eunjeong stood for a long time in front of Taeseok’s door. She raised her hand, lowered it, raised it again and froze, repeating the motion several times before finally steeling herself and rapping lightly with her knuckles.
Knock. Knock.
“…Taeseok, it’s me.”
Inside, movement paused for a beat, then the doorknob turned.
Creak—
When the door opened, the warm light from the room gently wrapped around Eunjeong standing in the dark. Taeseok said nothing, simply watching her step into that light.
At this hour Eunjeong was normally in comfortable home clothes—an oversized T-shirt and pants, or a loose tracksuit. But tonight she was different. A soft knit dress clung to her curves, clearly outlining her full breasts, her neat waist, her wide hips, even the slight swell of her lower belly… It looked less like she had just stepped out of her own house and more like she had carefully dressed to meet someone. Light makeup softened her face. A subtle sheen coated her lips; her eyes looked sharper, more defined than usual. The whole effect only made her seem more awkward.
As if sensing his gaze, Eunjeong lowered her eyes for a moment. Unable to meet his stare head-on, she drew a deep breath.
“I took the sheets earlier, so… at least use these tonight.”
She held out a cleanly folded set of fresh sheets with both hands. Taeseok accepted them without a word for a few seconds.
“…And… can we talk for a minute?”
Talk again… this time it feels a little scary…
But he couldn’t just send her away.
“Yeah…”
Taeseok answered shortly, then stepped aside from the doorway to make space for her. Eunjeong entered. Every footstep felt unnecessarily careful. With each step the close-fitting knit dress shifted subtly, emphasizing her silhouette. She deliberately sat on the desk chair, keeping distance from his bed.
The moment she sat, the elastic knit fabric rode up naturally along the line of her thighs. Eunjeong flinched as if startled, dropped her gaze, and hurriedly tugged the hem back down. She pressed her knees neatly together and smoothed the fabric once more with her hands. Her fingertips pressed the cloth flatter than necessary. In the act of making every crease disappear there was a clear will—the will to draw a line, to never cross it again.
And yet the faint tension that still radiated from between those carefully closed knees, and the way her eyes drifted downward one more time without meaning to, were things she could not completely hide even from herself.
“I don’t know how you feel about this, Taeseok…”
Eunjeong lightly bit her lower lip, then began speaking slowly while still avoiding his eyes. The words had already been rehearsed many times inside her head, yet when she tried to push them out they refused to come smoothly.
“What happened earlier… was a mistake. It was something that never should have happened.”