A Fierce Date with the G-Cup Married Woman

How long had we been driving in that silence? At some point the car came to a smooth stop, and the driver's side window slid open with a soft whir.

"Ma'am, we've arrived."

"Oh, right. Driver Yoon, wait nearby. I'll call you again once I'm finished."

"Understood, Ma'am."

At the same time, the car door opened on its own, and Han Gyeowool stepped out first.

Beyond her rose a glittering high-rise—the ultra-luxury department store that was practically the landmark of Seocho-gu.

She'd said it was a parent-teacher conference, so why a department store?

As if reading my confusion, Han Gyeowool spoke up.

"Mr. Kang, you'll be running some errands for me today. Better than sitting around having a boring conversation, don't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you think?"

Honestly, shopping alone with her felt far more stressful, but I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud. I forced an awkward smile and nodded repeatedly.

"...Haha. Me? Getting some fresh air after so long is great. I'll take good care of you."

I followed her out of the car. Driver Yoon gave a light bow and disappeared into the distance. At last, it was just the two of us. An indescribable tension hung in the air.

"Let's go. There's a lot to buy."

She walked ahead ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with the ease of someone thoroughly familiar with the department store. Even in those sharp high heels she strode along perfectly, her gait so haughty that men around us kept stealing glances without pause. I stuck right behind her, matching her stride. Thanks to that, I had a free view of her pale shoulders and sleek thighs.

I gulped.

Damn. That body is fucking unreal. How the hell is she built this hot?

Every time I looked, pure admiration ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠spilled out. It had been so delicious even in my dreams—how much more incredible would it be in reality? I swallowed my drool a few more times and freely savored the view of her from behind.

But maybe my gaze had been too sticky. Suddenly Han Gyeowool whipped her head around and locked eyes with me. I'd been mid-stare at her ass, so my reaction came half a beat late. Her eyes immediately narrowed into slits.

"Mr. Kang. Where were you just looking?"

"......"

"You were looking at my ass, weren't you?"

"Uh... ah, no... I mean... that wasn't my intention at all."

"Then what? You saw it by accident? For an accident, you were staring pretty hard."

True to form for Han Gyeowool, her instincts were razor-sharp. I stammered, lips trembling in momentary panic. Normally she would tear me apart like she wanted me dead. Or she might even threaten to sue me. Whatever it was, the price for peeping at her ass wouldn't be ordinary.

But contrary to my fears, what she said next was rather shocking. She let out a soft snicker and spoke with a nonchalant face.

"Well, Mr. Kang is still young, after all. It's the age where you're interested in that sort of thing."

"...Y-yes?"

"Still, though. Pick your targets a little more carefully when you're ogling. A teacher peeping at a parent's ass—aren't you embarrassed?"

Her tone was scolding, but I could sense it instinctively. She wasn't the least bit displeased right now. No—I even felt a hint of pride from her. The shock left me speechless for a moment. I'd expected a slap at any second, yet she was actually enjoying it?

I couldn't hold back my curiosity and secretly connected the Mind Link.

Right after, her inner thoughts began to flow in.

"......"

So that was why she'd brought me to the department store. I was starting to understand the reason. She'd deliberately worn sexy clothes to provoke my reaction. That had been the plan from the start, so of course she was letting my ass-staring slide somewhat.

Only then did all the puzzle pieces start clicking into place one by one. Why she'd called me out alone. Why she hadn't brought Driver Yoon along. Why she'd come dressed in something so revealing. Why she'd been flaunting her figure so much to tease me. I was beginning to understand all of it.

A slight sense of indignation rose up, along with a mischievous urge to play along. If she was really doing this to get my attention, then matching her energy was only human nature, wasn't it?

I pretended to apologize politely while slipping in a little line of my own.

"Haa. I'm sorry. To be honest... I really was peeping with that intention. You're exactly my type, Ma'am. I committed a serious breach of etiquette. I'm truly ashamed."

As I bowed my head deeply, a slightly flustered voice came through the link.

"Hmph. Type, my ass. Don't say things you don't mean. I'm not going to make a big deal just because you looked at my ass a little."

She acted even cooler on purpose, as if testing me. From the outside, she really looked like a cool, unbothered wife. But I was looking straight into her true feelings—the honest heart of a married woman who was secretly starving for attention.

I firmly shook my head at her words. This might just be the perfect chance to score some points with her.

"No. It might be rude to say this, but... when I said you were my type just now, I meant it."

When I answered with utterly serious eyes, her pupils began to tremble finely as well. For the briefest instant, it seemed like the corner of her mouth twitched. Of course, it vanished so fast I couldn't be sure. She fell silent for a moment at my reply, then turned around with a peculiar expression. And without any particular reaction, she continued walking.

"Fine, so stop with the flattery. It's a little creepy."

But through my ears came her completely opposite inner thoughts. Her heart was beating strangely fast.

She walked the department store corridor, lost in her own thoughts. I quietly followed behind her, eavesdropping on her mind.

As if she'd made some kind of decision, she suddenly spun on her heel. Then she went up to the second floor of the department store and entered a luxury lingerie shop.

"Perfect timing. My underwear hasn't been fitting lately and it's been a hassle. I should pick out a few sets here."

She looked around the store as if she'd wandered in by chance. I played along with her act, whispering to her with a deliberately flustered face.

"Um, Ma'am... should I wait outside the store?"

At my bashful demeanor, she let out a soft snicker of mockery. Then she spoke in a thoroughly mischievous voice.

"What are you talking about? Stick right next to me and run errands. I wouldn't have brought you if that was the plan."

"B-but still... it's an underwear store... isn't that a bit much?"

When I asked that, Han Gyeowool tilted her head innocently.

"Why? What's wrong with underwear? Are you embarrassed? If it's that bad, just close your eyes."

"N-no... it's not so much that I'm embarrassed... it's just, we're a man and a woman, after all."

At my answer, her eyes went round, and she turned the interrogation on me instead.

"A man and a woman? You're a teacher and I'm a parent. Mr. Kang. You don't actually have weird feelings for me, do you?"

She took a step closer, closing the distance. A strange sense of expectation was flickering in the eyes that stared at me. It seemed she had a particular answer she was hoping for from me. But giving her too much room would only kill the fun. I put on a troubled face and put a little distance between us.

"Come on, no way. I'm just genuinely worried. I'm fine, but you're a public figure, Ma'am. If a scandal starts circulating, it'll be a real disaster."

When I drew a firm line like that, Han Gyeowool's expression froze cold for an instant. It must have been too different from the answer she'd expected; her inner thoughts churned violently.

A chilly coldness began to seep from her thoughts. Had answering so sharply scratched her pride? I realized my mistake and hurriedly added a few more words.

"And... well. Personally, it's a little embarrassing too. You're such a beauty, Ma'am. Even if I pretend otherwise, I can't help but be conscious of it. I'm a man, after all."

Then her frozen expression thawed a little, turning slightly sulky. She cleared her throat awkwardly and replied.

"Ahem. And here I thought it was something else. If that's the case, I'll understand. So stop making such a fuss. What are you, a kid? Making such a big deal over underwear?"

Then she snatched a piece of lingerie from the rack. A passionate red color with a bold design that left almost nothing to the imagination, the fabric nearly sheer. She held it up for me to see and asked with a mischievous smile.

"So, speaking of which. Mr. Kang, what do you think of this underwear? Do you think it'd look good on me?"

For a moment, her two eyes gleamed with wicked allure.

Apparently...

This time, I needed to answer carefully.