The Thrill-Seeking Adulteress ♥︎
I didn't get up right away.
For a while I just held her, trading soft pillow talk back and forth. Han Gyeowool kept fussing that it was too warm and telling me to get off her—but of course her real feelings were the complete opposite.
...It's so warm. Something soft and fuzzy inside.
Why do I feel this good? The sex was mind-blowing, sure.
But this is happier than even that.
Is this why people fall in love?
A faint smile played across her face, pure contentment. For a woman who had never known the pleasure of sex, nothing could have hit harder. Orgasm is basically a natural drug—hormones flood the brain, oxytocin and serotonin especially, flooding you with bliss, safety, and that lingering afterglow. There's a reason the world looks beautiful after a hard fuck. Your brain literally rewires itself to see everything in a better light.
So there was no better window than this. This was peak bonding time—the moment even the coldest woman turns into an angel. I held Han Gyeowool close and whispered every sweet thing I could think of.
"Mother, you know something? You're secretly adorable. Especially during sex—you get ridiculously cute. Even your moans are lovely."
Han Gyeowool scrunched her brow and put on a show of being annoyed, the classic tsundere act. Inside she was pleased and mortified at once, so she had to grumble for form's sake.
"...Who are you calling cute? Don't get cocky. Just because we had sex once, you think you can talk down to me?"
"Hey, I'm not teasing. You really are cute. Cutest woman I've ever been with. Looks go without saying, of course."
—smack♥︎
My sudden kiss painted her face scarlet. She clearly had zero resistance to affection like this.
"W-wh-what is with you and the kissing?! Do you think I'm your girlfriend or something?"
"Haha. Not my girlfriend, no. But it feels good, doesn't it? Kissing isn't a crime."
"...Th-that kind of thing, save it for your actual girlfriend. Don't do it to me."
"Huh? Why so skittish? You really hate being kissed? Want me to stop from now on?"
"......"
"See? You're enjoying it on the sly. Just take it quietly when I give it. Without this stuff everything gets too dry."
I was about to sink into another sticky kiss when a knock suddenly came from the reception-room door. The interrupter was, of course, that old director hag.
—knock knock knock
—M-Madam. Sorry to interrupt your consultation. It's nearly lunchtime, so I came to ask how you'd like to handle the meal.
I checked my phone. She was right—lunch hour was rolling in. I showed Han Gyeowool the screen; she carefully masked her fluster and answered the director.
"Understood. We'll eat at a restaurant nearby. We're almost finished, so you can go."
—Yes, Madam. I'll have the car waiting, then.
The old director left. Han Gyeowool and I just stared at each other. Realizing even this little lovers' bickering was over seemed to leave her wistful. That soft look in her eyes made me grin.
"Don't make that face. I'll do it for you again later."
Han Gyeowool shoved my chest like she couldn't believe the nerve.
"Hmph. Who said I wanted that? Don't you come jumping me again just because you want more, Teacher Kang. Not that trying would get you anywhere. After me, other women won't even register."
She rose primly and started straightening her rumpled clothes and hair. Her complete lack of honesty only made me smile harder.
"See, even this is cute. You're the one who wants it most."
"Delusion is free. If you're so confident, try it again. I'll call the cops so fast."
"Pfft. You won't. Anyway, next chance I get, I'll take care of you again. How am I supposed to hold back after tasting a luxury pussy like this? Next time I'll pack a whole stack of condoms."
"...You pervert. Is that seriously all that's in your head?"
I gave her ass a few fond pats, smiling contentedly—then suddenly realized the reception room was a complete disaster.
"By the way, what about this place? A certain someone squirted all over everything. Thanks to that, look at the state of it."
Exactly as I said—the sofa was soaked through with Han Gyeowool's juices and fluids. It didn't look like a cheap piece of furniture either, so a little worry crept in. Han Gyeowool thought for a second, then upended a nearby coffee cup over the cushions. The stain vanished under coffee, and the distinctive scent went with it.
"This was my accident. I'll handle the sofa, so stay out of it, Teacher Kang."
"...Gyeowool. I really love you."
"Don't talk to me like that. Who said we're close?"
"Yes, ma'am. I'll address you properly as Mother from now on."
"More importantly, give me my underwear. We need to leave soon."
Her wine-colored string panties lay draped lewdly across the sofa, still soaked in her fluids, the scent powerful. I picked them up and brought them straight to my face. Why on earth would I hand this treasure back? I fully intended to use them as fap material.
—sniiiff
"Haaah. That smell is killer. Gyeowool's pussy scent. The peach note is still right there."
"Y-y-you crazy bastard! Why are you smelling that?! Give them back! Right now! You insane pervert!"
"Ah-ah. Hold still. Let me enjoy them a little longer."
She hopped and lunged, desperate to snatch the panties back. My lust wasn't mild enough to surrender a prize like this.
"Yeah, no. I'm keeping these. Taking them home to use when I jerk off."
"A-are you serious? You're really not giving them back?"
"Why not? You've got plenty of underwear. Let's share a little."
"...Haaah. What kind of lunatic even are you?"
"That's right. A lunatic. A guy gone crazy for Han Gyeowool's pussy. I'll cum plenty for you once I'm home, too."
She wiped a hand down her face and let out a long, defeated sigh, then waved me off half in surrender.
"...Fine. Take them. Go ahead—chew them, suck them, do whatever you want."
"Of course. I'll even send you a verification shot of the load."
That one clearly tempted her for a second, but she quickly flipped me off and pretended otherwise. She had no idea even that fierce little reaction was going straight into my spank bank.
After that we shared a quiet cleanup. Most of the actual cleaning, of course, fell to me.
—creeeak
The moment we opened the door, the old director hag came hustling over from where she'd been waiting. She wore a fawning smile, but those sly eyes were raking every inch of Han Gyeowool's body. Anyone with half a brain would have pieced together what had gone on inside that reception room. Han Gyeowool's moans hadn't exactly been the kind you could muffle.
Sure enough, her gaze flicked back and forth between the two of us, as if she still couldn't quite believe her own imagination. Han Gyeowool felt those stares too—but surprisingly, she carried herself with total confidence. If anything, her attitude said, So what if I fucked one teacher?
"What? Is there something on my face?"
The old hag flinched and dropped her eyes, then shook her head hard like she'd seen nothing at all.
"N-no. Nothing at all."
Han Gyeowool snorted, looking almost refreshed, and clicked off down the hall. The director's eyes only grew more complicated.
A well-known restaurant near the kindergarten. Han Gyeowool and I were being shown to our seats with the director in tow. After she'd openly moaned like that, sitting down to a private meal just the two of us would have set rumors flying. So the old hag trailed along right beside us.
"Dining with Madam—what an honor."
She kept buttering her up whether I was there or not. Han Gyeowool clearly hated the ass-kissing and answered half-heartedly.
"Honor, nothing. Treating someone to one meal isn't a big deal."
Still the director chattered nonstop. I followed a step behind, openly admiring Han Gyeowool's thick, voluptuous figure.
Damn. The tits are one thing, but that pelvis and those thighs are insane. Next time I'm railing her from behind for sure. Mouth's watering already.
I was licking my lips and trailing after them when a wicked little urge suddenly bloomed. Watching her ass sway, I simply couldn't hold back. I casually reached out and groped her butt where the old director couldn't see.
—squeeze♥︎ squeeze♥︎ grip♥︎
"...Nnh?"
Han Gyeowool's shoulders jerked in surprise. She wasn't dense enough to whip around and look at me, though. She just hid her flustered face and checked the director's reaction. Luckily the old hag seemed completely oblivious, just glancing around at the interior décor.
I grew bolder and stepped right up beside Han Gyeowool. While kneading her ass, I slid my fingers straight up under her shorts. For the record, the panties she'd arrived in were now my spoils of war—which meant Han Gyeowool was currently bare underneath. Sure enough, my fingertips met her soft, damp folds directly. I stroked them lightly; she clamped a hand over her mouth mid-stride and disguised the tiny moan as a cough.
Oh-ho? Not bad.
I decided stage-one teasing was enough for now. Push any further and risk the director catching on, and we'd have real trouble. The rest could wait until we were in the private room.
Right on cue, the staff opened a luxurious hanok-style private room for us. Han Gyeowool sat side by side with the director; I took the seat directly across from her. I stretched a leg under the table and brushed her calf. She startled and shot me a glare—but I already knew. A woman like her would love this. She'd tremble at the sheer thrill of it.
I smiled casually and stretched my toes farther. Her shy little flower parted, just a little, for me.