Deliciously Ripening Married Women
Right after I slammed the door and walked out.
Han Gyeowool, who had been staring blankly at the entrance, collapsed into a chair.
She wiped a hand down her face, her expression pure confusion.
What... what is this? What the hell just happened?
Teacher Kang was seriously into me? Since when?
Then the way he suddenly blew up... he was actually disappointed in me?
Because he thought I brushed off his real feelings?
Completely dazed, she clutched her head. After fretting and tapping her feet for a long while, she snatched up her phone in a panic.
Okay. First I clear up the misunderstanding.
At this rate things with Teacher Kang are going to go completely sideways.
He definitely got the wrong idea about me.
Who could have guessed the real Teacher Kang had feelings for me too?
Liking a married woman in the first place is already outside common sense, right?
—Ring-ring! Ring-ring!
My phone buzzed several times right then, but I didn't pick up. Instead I deliberately cut the call short, as if ignoring her.
Han Gyeowool's face grew even more anxious. She started firing off texts, trying to talk me around.
Of course I never called her back. Honestly, watching Han Gyeowool flail like this was fun in its own right. And I figured this was the perfect chance to push things forward with the real her as well.
Right. I can't just keep sucking and licking her in dreams forever. Time to start working this side too.
The funny part was that Han Gyeowool was thinking almost the exact same thing. She had already regained her composure and was calmly steadying her breathing.
Hoo. Looks like he's seriously sulking.
Teacher Kang isn't the type to ignore my calls, after all.
Still, once the misunderstanding's cleared, the situation itself isn't bad.
Plenty of couples get even closer after making up, right?
If I play this well, this whole thing might actually bring me and Teacher Kang together.
If he already has feelings for me, soothing him should be easy.
In dreams maybe not, but on this side I'm the more experienced one.
Time to show him the embrace of an older woman.
Han Gyeowool was spinning elaborate plans and letting her imagination run wild. Apparently she wasn't satisfied with dreams either. Before she knew it, she was hoping to take things even deeper with me.
Okay. I'll go to the kindergarten myself on Monday.
Meet face to face and talk it out.
I should leave him alone over the weekend so he can cool his head.
And so Han Gyeowool laid out her bigger strategy. I started thinking about how best to play along with her sly little scheme. I was already looking forward to next Monday.
The next morning.
Han Gyeowool woke with a vaguely unsettled look on her face. Her bed was littered with adult toys and condoms. She had given in to loneliness the night before and comforted herself. Even after reaching a few short climaxes, her expression was nowhere near satisfied. If anything, her eyes looked hungrier than before she started.
Haa. He really didn't show up in my dreams.
It was so much better when that annoying bastard did it for me.
Doing it alone just feels so bland now.
Honestly, I can barely even get turned on.
She kept sighing as she roughly gathered the toys and dumped them in the trash. Apparently those playthings no longer did anything for her.
Don't tell me... he's never coming back?
Of course if things work out with the real Teacher Kang it won't matter, but...
Dream Teacher Kang is more my type, you know?
Asking for that kind of filthy stuff in real life would be way too embarrassing.
I wish the real Teacher Kang would just enter my dreams.
Then he'd know all my weak spots and manhandle me in reality too.
Haaah. So fucking hot. Just imagining it is making me wet.
She started listing the kinds of play she wanted done to her, one after another. Arousal fluid soon began to trickle out as the spark of her starved lust caught fire. Unfazed by exhaustion, she slid her hand down again and stroked her own petals.
Haang. No, Teacher Kang. This is a kindergarten.
Hnn. Someone's going to catch us. The other teachers will see.
Haa. You can't hold back because of my milk tanks? Your dog cock got hard?
Fine. I'll use my mouth, so just endure it. You really can't go any further than this, okay?
Ahhk. I said no. I just milked one load out with my mouth. Why are you this horny?
Ahhng. You're impossible. Guess there's no choice. But finish quick, got it?
Haauk. Teacher Kang's cock... it's so deep...
—Pssshhk!
—Nngh-hnnn♥︎
Just the fantasy was enough to push her over the edge in an instant. Her legs twitched in short spasms as she squirted a cute little gush.
—Haa♥︎ Haa♥︎ Ahh♥︎
I really... need Teacher Kang.
Nothing else turns me on at all anymore.
Ugh. I can't take it. One more time. This time in a department store fitting room.
—Ahhk♥︎ Ahhng♥︎
From Sunday morning she plunged into a frenzy of self-pleasure. From my perspective, everything was progressing very smoothly.
That evening.
Once again I skipped Han Gyeowool's training session. The Education Points were a bit of a shame, but this neglect play wasn't pure loss either. Ironically, by holding back our meetings, her Affection was climbing even faster.
• Respect : -3%
• Fear : 0%
• Obedience : 15%
• Affection : 23%
"Nice. Growing up nice and healthy."
The numbers had become pretty meaningful in the meantime. Probably because she kept fantasizing about being trained on her own, Obedience had climbed quite a bit too. If the stats kept rising like this, someday she and I might become lovers and go even deeper. And in the end she would turn into one lovely little sow who could never leave my side for the rest of her life.
In that case... this is still technically adultery. The husband side is a little worrying.
Of course I wasn't actually worried about the husband. It wasn't like they were some lovey-dovey couple—why would I care about him? I was only worried he might throw cold water on things if the truth ever came out.
There were already plenty of rumors floating around the kindergarten about him. A prosecutor-family son-in-law brought in to shore up the Daeseong Group's political base. The funny part was the rumor that Han Gyeowool herself had arranged the political marriage. She was so ambitious she probably treated even her own wedding as just another business tool. The gossip went further: they lived separately, and Lia had even been conceived through IVF. Completely baseless rumors, yet half the people treated them as established fact. I was no different.
For one thing she used the bedroom alone. There was almost no trace of a husband in the house. Even Lia didn't seem particularly interested in her dad.
I had considered asking her about it. But just asking would already kill the sexy vibe. The will to steal her as my bitch whether she had a husband or not. The confidence to train her so thoroughly she'd forget the guy entirely. That kind of force was exactly what Han Gyeowool meant by a real man's qualifications, wasn't it?
Right. To Han Gyeowool a husband wasn't that important a factor. Even if she got caught fucking me, she would handle it like it was nothing. Odds were high the husband would just pretend he never saw it. Strictly speaking she had married down, after all. The youngest daughter of the Daeseong Group wanted a little extramarital sex—who was going to stop her? And given her personality, she wasn't the type to allow that kind of interference anyway.
Yeah. Don't worry about the husband. Having a husband might even make it hotter and better.
Han Gyeowool was no saint by any stretch. If I mentioned the betrayed husband mid-sex? She'd only get more turned on—guilt wasn't something she felt. So treat the husband like a tasty seasoning and toss the anxiety far, far away.
I wiped the last of the guilt from my mind.
Monday finally arrived.
I showed up at the kindergarten as usual, and Teacher Ju sidled over with a greeting.
"Kang-ssaem. Morning."
"Ah, yeah. You too, Teacher Ju. Good weekend?"
"Same old for me. What about you? Last week you got dragged off by the lady, right?"
"Ahh, that. Nothing really worth talking about."
"What? Secrets between us? Spill it already. I'm dying of curiosity."
"Teacher Ju. It was a parent consultation. If I talk about that I'm dead for real."
Teacher Ju wasn't exactly the light-lipped type, but there was no harm in being careful. Especially when it came to Han Gyeowool. When I shut her down a bit stiffly, she didn't push any further. She just jabbed me in the side with a pretend-hurt pout and started teasing.
"Tch. Fine, then I won't tell either. I even dug up a nice hot piece of news, but if Kang-ssaem's gonna be like this, what can I do?"
My ears perked right up. The way she dangled it, it sounded pretty interesting. I eyed her for a moment, then made an offer.
"One free toy-cleanup pass."
"Huh? I didn't take you for that kind of guy. One pass? You gotta do it twice!"
"Ahh, never mind then. I'll just hear it from Teacher Min later."
"Wait! Fine! One pass, deal!"
In the end Teacher Ju hurriedly grabbed me and started spilling the hot news.
"It's not really a secret. You know Mingyu in Rose Class, right?"
"Ah, yeah. Jang Mingyu."
"Yep. You know his mom?"
"Of course. She's huge. Pro golfer, I heard."
"Right. Well, she got divorced last week. Husband was cheating."
"...Holy shit. For real?"
"For real. And the mistress was a fellow golfer. Pretty famous—you can look her up."
"...Insane."
Ahh.
Interesting.
Extremely interesting news.
Mingyu's mother—I'd exchanged greetings a few times in passing. Since she wasn't in our class I'd barely ever spoken to her face to face, but that firm yet fully ripened body of hers had left a strong impression. For a woman that fine to get cheated on by her husband...
I decided to burn that juicy piece of information clearly into my mind. There was no woman easier to seduce than one who'd been discarded. I'd make time to meet her later.