This Married Woman Wants It
An awkward silence.
The elevator hung thick with it.
Han Gyeowool crouched on the floor, fretting as she chewed at her nails.
What the hell? Why is Teacher Kang being so well-behaved?
Before, he used to jump all over me the second I gave him the green light.
Maybe the stimulation wasn’t enough? Should I provoke him a little more?
She kept stealing glances at me, turning the problem over in her head. After a few throat-clearings she put on a prim little act and began.
“Ugh, it’s so hot. Why does it feel so stuffy in here? Teacher Kang, doesn’t it feel warm to you?”
She fanned herself with her hand as she asked.
It was a little random, but I decided to play along.
“Hmm? Is it? Now that you mention it, it does feel a bit warm.”
“Right? Ahh, it’s boiling. My chest feels all tight.”
“That bad? Want me to fan you?”
I pulled a broad file folder from my briefcase and held it up. She seized on it at once, nodding eagerly.
“Yes, please. Fan me with that. I’m starting to sweat.”
She made a show of flapping the neckline of her dress, airing out her cleavage. The snug beige fabric stretched, flashing a teasing glimpse of her lingerie.
—Gulp.
She was wearing the leopard-print set I had picked out for her myself. The event-piece design that had stood out even on the store rack—on her body it looked downright lethal. Her porcelain skin and the leopard pattern made an impossibly perfect match.
Ahh, you cute little thing. You actually slept in the one I chose?
I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms and smother her in kisses right then. But making her squirm was half the fun. I decided to hold out a little longer.
“How’s that? Feeling cooler?”
—Whoosh! Whoosh!
Even under my careful fanning she shook her head as if it were no help at all. Then she pressed her temples and swayed on her feet.
“Ahhh, Teacher Kang, I’m getting dizzy. I can’t… lend me your lap, would you?”
“A-are you all right? Lie down right here!”
I offered my thigh at once for her little performance. She twisted her body with deliberate sensuality and settled across my lap—positioned just high enough that another inch would have pressed her against my cock. When I stiffened and my face went blank with alarm, she gave a sly little smile.
“Ahhh… lying down really does help. More importantly, Teacher Kang—are you uncomfortable? Why are you so stiff?”
“Huh? N-no! Not at all! Completely fine!”
“Good. Then I’ll just stay like this a little longer. Ahh, so comfortable.”
A pleasant weight settled on my thigh. She nuzzled her cheek against my leg as if the lap pillow really did feel nice. I smiled faintly, indulging the queen’s little whim, and kept fanning her as I asked,
“…But Mother, is this really okay?”
“Hmm? What is?”
“…I’m still a man who isn’t your husband. Lying across a stranger’s lap like this is a bit much, don’t you think?”
“Oh my? Teacher Kang is a man? I never really saw you as one. So there’s no problem, is there?”
She giggled, needling me on purpose. Anyone could see she was trying to provoke me. I twitched an eyebrow as if the jab had landed.
“Come on, Mother. You’re being too dismissive. I may not look it, but I’m no joke.”
At that she licked her lips with slow, sultry intent. A glint of heat flickered in her eyes—she must have decided the bait was working.
“Hmm? What’s ‘no joke’ about you? All you ever do is bow and scrape around me. Am I supposed to count that as being a man?”
Her continued needling made me roll up one shirtsleeve with a show of indignation. A well-developed bicep flexed, putting its presence on display.
“Look. I’ve got everything a man should have.”
“Hmph. Muscles like that are standard issue for any guy. I thought you were about to show me something actually impressive.”
“Haah. This is frustrating. It’s not like I can show you the other thing.”
“Hmm? The other thing? There’s more?”
She led me on, letting a flicker of anticipation show. I cleared my throat with an awkward little cough.
“…Ahem. Never mind. I got a little carried away. Just a joke—let’s drop it.”
“What? Now you’ve got me curious. Spit it out. It’s just the two of us in here.”
She poked my side insistently. I wrestled with her for a while, then finally, as if reluctantly, let the topic slip.
“Well… I’m pretty solid down there. More than most guys.”
Her gaze slid straight to my crotch. Then she burst out laughing, clutching her stomach.
“Pfft! That was it? So what—having a big one makes you a man? As long as the lower half is oversized, you’re automatically manly?”
“Of course? What else is supposed to make a man manly?”
My half-panicked question drew a triumphant smile from her. She looked down at me with open contempt.
“A real man needs presence. The kind of force that captivates a woman.”
“…Presence?”
“That’s right. Women don’t feel a shred of sexual attraction toward men who bow and scrape like you, Teacher Kang. We’re drawn to the ones who have backbone and take the lead—even if their personalities are trash. There’s a reason bad boys get all the love.”
“…And so?”
“And so nothing. It means you have zero prospects. Muscles or a thick cock—doesn’t matter. You’re still just a yes-man who ducks his head. What kind of man is that? You don’t even register as a male. Being alone with you doesn’t give me the slightest sense of danger.”
“……”
Her provocation was, ridiculously enough, scraping raw against something real inside me. Before the app existed, that was exactly how she must have sized me up—a boring, unthreatening little male with no charm and no threat.
The thought brought her true nature back into sharp focus. A viper wearing a flower’s face. Without even realizing it, she was grinding my masculinity under her heel.
“Why are you glaring like that? Planning to jump me or something?”
She watched me with a curling smile. Her lips were wet and glossy, laying bare every sly intention underneath. I spoke to her in a low voice, every last scrap of the earlier deference wiped clean from my face.
“…Mother. Did you forget it’s just the two of us in here?”
The cold edge in my tone made her body give a single hard shudder. From deep inside her a wild cheer began to rise.
It’s coming! It’s coming! He’s about to snap!
“Pfft! So what if it’s just us? Planning to do something about it? Got the guts for that?”
“…If I wanted to, I could.”
Yes! That’s it! Teacher Kang, you’ve got that one special skill!
Just a little more courage! Show me you’re a real male!
“No, you can’t. Your life would be over the second we step outside. Can you handle that?”
“……”
“If I hurt your pride with what I said, I’m sorry. It was cruel to say it to your face. I’ll specially forgive the attitude just now. So how about you start by making those eyes a little nicer?”
“……”
Teacher Kang? Why are you just sitting there? Don’t tell me you’re actually going to take that?
I’m completely defenseless! If you jump me right now I’ll just take it!
Instead of answering I quietly began stroking her hair. The woman who had been lounging so calmly snapped to a sharp reaction at once.
“What do you think you’re doing? Gross!”
She reached up to swat my hand away—but in that same instant I shifted, swung a leg over, and settled astride her belly. The second I claimed the mount position, confusion flickered across her eyes.
“W-what do you think you’re doing? Teacher Kang! Have you lost your mind? Get off me right now!”
Her voice was sharp, but the corners of her mouth kept twitching upward. Pinned under me again, she twisted her body this way and that, putting on a show of resistance. I caught both her wrists and bound them roughly in place, then raked my gaze down her lush body.
The beige dress clung to every curve. Beneath that tight silhouette her G-cup breasts rolled with lewd weight. The sensual leopard-print lingerie underneath stoked every base hunger I had.
“…Starting to get the picture now?”
I whispered the taunt against her ear. She glared up at me with murder in her eyes—fully immersed in the role-play, the venom sharp enough to cut.
“Want me to actually ruin your life? You sure you can handle it?”
The threat only drew a short laugh from me. I wiped the smile away at once and reached back, flipping her dress up and cupping the mound of her pussy. The plump lips were unmistakable even through the thin string of her panties.
“Hah—! Don’t touch me! You filthy bastard!”
“Still not getting it? You said you like men with presence. I’m showing you what presence looks like.”
I set my fingers to work in earnest, toying with her petals. Thick digits parted the shy flesh, rubbing along the seam one moment, tormenting her clit the next. She clearly hadn’t expected me to start from below; a heated gasp slipped out of her along with a flash of real fluster.
“Ahhk! Stop it! Hnn—! I said don’t touch me!”
“Hold still before I just shove it into that dog-pussy of yours.”
“Ahhk! You piece of trash! Just try putting it in!”
“Yeah. I’ve never liked the way you act. A bitch who’d pant like a dog the second she got fucked, putting on every high-and-mighty air in the book. You think I don’t know? That pussy of yours is starving. Too proud to just ask to be fucked, so you goaded me instead—hoping I’d jump you just like this, right?”
“Ugh—! Don’t talk shit! Who the hell would want a nobody like you!”
“Then try holding out.”
I gave the thrashing woman’s pussy a light, sharp smack. The slap of palm on flesh made her toes curl in vulgar reflex. She shuddered hard, trembling under the humiliating rush of pleasure.
“Uhhnnngh♥︎”
“See? Still ‘talking shit’? You fucking bitch. Drop the act and get that cunt wet already. I’ll lick you until you’re dripping today.”
In that instant hot slickness spilled from Han Gyeowool’s pussy. Her body answered the overwhelming arousal on its own. My fingers were soaked in seconds.
At last, her second training session began.