Fury's Bitter Aftertaste
No! That's not it!! How could any of this be his fault? It couldn't be. This was all Sunja's doing. It was that pathetic country wife of his. Her cowardice, her terror of the city, had cost him the chance of a lifetime. Ah, how bitter it was. How unfair. His entire life had been ruined because of Sunja. Now he was trapped in this backwater, simply waiting for the day he would grow old and die.
If I'd known it would come to this, I should have left long ago.
The resentment was almost impossible to contain. The fury kept surging up without end. It was all that bitch Sunja's fault. Yes. Everything. Everything. Everything!! That rage poured directly onto his wife. The fact that he lived so miserably, that he spent his days in boredom in this rural hole, all of it.
And then he met Jeong Madam. She was nothing short of salvation.
She was around the same age as Sunja, yet everything about her—from her appearance to her style—was completely different. She knew how to present herself. Above all, she had ambition. She had no intention of rotting away in a place like this forever; she burned with the desire to go to Seoul and live as a proper city woman. Their minds aligned perfectly. Talking with her felt like a weight lifting from his chest. After several such meetings, Jeong Madam suddenly made the suggestion.
"Oppa, why don't we go live in Seoul together?"
He had already grown sick of the countryside. Her proposal was like a message from the heavens. True salvation. Ah! How long had he waited for someone to say those words? He had longed for anyone to invite him to Seoul. Jeong Madam had saved him. And could it be that she actually felt something for him?
"Of course! If you're willing, I'm more than willing! I'll take perfect care of you. I've actually been thinking about a business idea."
There was no reason to refuse. If he could go to Seoul, reach the city, it would surely be better than this wretched rural existence. Perhaps a solid path would open up. At the very least, it would be an improvement over this miserable life. Yes! Even if things went wrong, establishing himself in the city would be far better than this hated backwater. And doing it alongside Jeong Madam would be perfect.
From that moment, Yongha's double life began. He rarely returned home. He was always with Jeong Madam. The money he spent on her was beyond counting, yet he did not care in the slightest. Once he divorced Sunja and began living with Jeong Madam, her money would become his anyway. No, from the beginning they had already become one. Spending on Jeong Madam brought him no regret at all.
Yongha was utterly captivated by Jeong Madam, who was several times more refined than Sunja. For her sake, he felt he could do anything.
After a night of heavy drinking with Jeong Madam, the pair, thoroughly intoxicated, took a room at a motel in town and lay together on the bed. The seductive Jeong Madam smiled with bewitching allure, tempting him. Ah! He could not look away. She was nothing like Sunja. From her speech to her every gesture, she existed on another plane entirely. For the first time in ages, Yongha felt his cock stiffen fiercely. How long had it been? The desire he thought he had lost after marrying Sunja seemed to reawaken thanks to her.
Ah! He could not endure it. His reason felt severed. He fell on her like a beast. Their lips tangled wetly. Their frantic hands tore at each other's clothes with rough urgency. At last her sensual body was revealed. Her full breasts lay ripe and delicious. Unlike Sunja, she carried no unsightly belly. A narrow waist, hips that flared dramatically beneath it—every inch of her was mouthwatering. She could drive a man insane. She could strip away reason and reduce him to an animal. His rigidly erect cock drooled thick strings of precum.
Damn. After so long, the erection brought an almost painful tingling. Yongha pushed Jeong Madam down roughly and continued his sticky caresses. He teased her smooth throat, stroked her breasts and sleek thighs with both hands. How could skin be so soft? How could it possess such elasticity? He felt Jeong Madam's panting grow sharper. The way her voluptuous body shivered and trembled passed through him completely. She gasped in lewd, heated breaths. Each reaction pulled Yongha's reason further into her spell.
His lips soon found her pert breasts. They filled his hand perfectly, satisfyingly heavy. The hardened nipples resembled small, ripe cherries. Like a child, Yongha took one deep into his mouth.
"Ahh... Yongha..."
As she twisted beneath him and called his name in a sultry voice, he swirled his tongue around the nipple. Soon her own hand reached his throbbing cock and began a slow, teasing stroke. Before long the two of them were panting like animals. Their bodies slid against each other, seeking entry. She parted her legs. She guided his swollen cock between them. Her already soaked folds glistened, pulsing with invitation. Hot vapor rose from her center.
"Hah..."
Both swallowed hard. Then, slowly, he pushed inside. Ah! They both shuddered, moaning in unison. Reason had fled. There was no stopping now.
Thrust after brutal thrust. The wet slap of flesh rang out alongside her cries. Ah! Jeong Madam's inner walls gripped his cock with ferocious tightness. What pleasure after so long. The sensation was electric. The resilient, fleshy squeeze around him felt as though it might melt his cock entirely. They fit together perfectly.
"Ah... Ahh..."
Her sharp, rising cries only fueled his excitement. He neared the edge quickly. The mounting pressure of climax was almost impossible to resist. The tingling deep in his hips made his cock twitch violently inside her. It swelled even harder, threatening to burst at any second. Even biting his lip could not silence his ragged breathing. He kissed her deeply again. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him tighter. Ah! It felt as though her cunt was writhing, milking him. The addictive sensation was unbearable. He had reached his limit. He felt ready to explode. Their lips parted. He straightened and drove upward with all his strength. He was a heartbeat from release.
Suddenly Yongha regained his senses. Looking down at Jeong Madam, he felt something was terribly wrong.
"Huh..."
In that instant of confusion he swallowed dryly. That was when it happened. Jeong Madam slowly lifted her head. Why? A chill raced down Yongha's spine. The atmosphere had changed. The blazing excitement that had burned like fire suddenly cooled to ash. And then... Jeong Madam smirked.
"Why... did you stop?"
The voice that emerged made him recoil in horror. It was not Jeong Madam's voice. Something was different. He panicked, trying to scramble backward, but at that moment her legs clamped down even harder around his waist. Her cunt gripped his cock like a vise, refusing to release him. Ah... He had already been on the verge of coming. It was nearly impossible to hold back. Yet some instinct screamed that he must not finish inside her.
He struggled desperately to pull free, but his body would not obey. In that instant she began moving her own hips. Squelch. Squelch. The obscene wet sounds filled the room again.
"Ah... Aahhh..."
Her lewd moans pierced the air once more.
"Hngh..."
She reached climax first. And Yongha could no longer endure. The explosion he had fought to contain burst free. His tensed muscles suddenly went slack, and he poured thick, sticky semen deep inside her.
He should have felt pleasure. He should have felt release. Instead, something was wrong. Deeply wrong. His heart hammered as though it would explode. The icy dread refused to fade. And Jeong Madam, still savoring the aftershocks of ecstasy, stared at him with a strange, knowing gaze. Then she smiled. A thin, cruel smile. For a moment, through that smile, another face seemed to overlap with hers. He gasped. His body froze solid.
Yongha understood with terrible clarity. This was not the Jeong Madam he knew. Her eyes, her smile, her movements—everything felt utterly alien. As if only the body belonged to Jeong Madam, while something else entirely lived behind those eyes. Terror flooded him. Ah! A fear so absolute it stole his breath.
Meanwhile, as if finding his tension amusing, Jeong Madam offered a playful, almost theatrical smile.
"What are you so afraid of? I'm giving you exactly what you like best."
"J-Jeong Madam... is that really you?"
"Hehe... Who knows?"