The Divorcée's Lewd Service
"Teacher? Would you like to lie face-down over here? I'll massage your legs and shoulders for you."
Ryu Jihye smiled with sultry allure and guided me toward the bed. Her intentions were plain as day, yet somehow I couldn't bring myself to mind. Looks really did matter, it seemed. Even when a woman laid on the fox-like charm this thick, the sheer sensuality pouring off her made you walk right into it with your eyes open.
I awkwardly shrugged off my coat and stretched out on the mattress. Lying down was one thing, but I still made a show of modest hesitation.
"Um... ma'am. I'm really grateful for the massage, but doing this with a married woman feels a little... are you sure this is okay?"
At that, Ryu Jihye suddenly let out a self-deprecating smile. A bitter curve of the lips, and then her voice came back soft and wistful.
"...If that's what's worrying you, you don't have to. I already got divorced. I'm not a married woman anymore. Just a divorcée."
I'd already heard as much from Teacher Ju, of course, but I blinked my eyes wide in feigned surprise. In her gaze the raw wound of betrayal still shimmered, unhealed.
"...Really? You got divorced? How did that happen?"
"Well... my husband was sleeping with my friend. Pretty funny, right? Losing both your friend and your husband in one go."
"...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."
"No, it's fine. I figured a teacher might feel awkward getting cozy with a married woman. That's why I told you. Whatever we do here, it wouldn't be an affair."
"......"
"Ah! D-don't get the wrong idea about what I just said! I didn't mean anything weird by 'whatever we do'! Just, you know—massages and stuff! You know what I mean, right? Mm-hmm!"
She flushed crimson and scrambled to explain, clearly mortified that her true intent had slipped out unbidden. At least this flustered innocence didn't seem faked. I let out a quiet chuckle and settled more comfortably onto my stomach.
"Well, the world's gone completely insane anyway. Does any of that even matter? Just shake off the old ties and move on. Hard enough just surviving day to day."
My half-hearted comfort seemed to lift a little of the gloom from her. She exhaled a long, cleansing breath and managed a brave smile.
"You're right. There are monsters roaming around outside the building. What's a little cheating compared to that? Thinking about it that way, it's almost funny."
"Exactly. Brooding only hurts you. What do you have to feel down about, ma'am? The guy who let a beauty like you go is the one who should be regretting it."
Normally I never meddled in other people's family business. But moments like this could turn into opportunities.
She seemed a touch moved by the words; she gave my shoulder a playful little smack.
"My, my? Teacher's being awfully flirty, isn't he? I'm a free woman now, you know. Keep praising me like that and I might get the wrong idea."
I shrugged at her teasing and answered with perfect nonchalance. She was dangling the opening on purpose, hoping I'd take the bait.
"Honestly, in here I'm not even a kindergarten teacher. The kids are safe back in Korea. Right now this room just holds one man and one woman. Is a little flirting with a gorgeous divorcée really off-limits?"
Ryu Jihye seemed to catch the edge in my words; for a moment she couldn't reply. Afraid the mood might sour, I hurried on.
"But you don't have to worry. I'm not the kind of scumbag who'd force anything. I just wanted you to know you're still a very attractive woman. And, well... the offer of a massage did get my heart racing a little."
A soft eye-smile curved her lips as she began gently kneading my shoulders. Her touch was sly and thoroughly suggestive.
"Thank you for saying that. I've been having a really hard time, honestly. At home all the bad thoughts just pile up. I came on a solo trip and then this whole mess happened. When I saw your face earlier... I honestly thought a prince on a white horse had shown up. And now you're giving me such kind comfort and encouragement..."
—Squeeze♥︎
"...It makes me want to do all sorts of things for you too."
Her sticky, honeyed voice slid right into my ear. Her hands trailed from my shoulders to the nape of my neck, then stroked up my cheek. Suddenly a pleasant weight settled across the small of my back. I twisted my head in surprise and found Ryu Jihye perched lightly astride me. That soft, yielding pressure was nothing other than her mischievous rear.
"What? Am I too heavy?"
She grinned like a fox, eyes asking what could possibly be wrong with sitting there. I shook my head at once. The perfect pressure and the warmth of her flesh felt wonderful.
"No. It's just right. Feels good, actually."
She giggled and patted my shoulder.
"Teacher's surprisingly naughty, aren't you? Well, at your age you're in your prime. No girlfriend waiting somewhere?"
—Press♥︎ Press♥︎
She worked my spine with a distinctly lewd touch, rocking her weight forward and back so that my crotch kept rubbing against the sheets. Whether she meant it or not, the friction had my shaft slowly stiffening.
"Ahem. No girlfriend. Work keeps me too busy."
"Really? A guy as handsome as you? Nice solid build, too. And look at this body—so firm. Oh my. Oh my my. Look at those abs."
Her hand slipped under me and wandered over my stomach. The fingers kept drifting lower, brushing toward my pubic bone. My whole body tensed; heat pooled heavily between my legs.
"...Haa."
The needy sigh only made her smile more wickedly. She finally draped herself fully over my back, squashing her plump breasts against me, and whispered right into my ear.
"Being like this... somehow calms me down. All the fear and anxiety just melt away. I think I've started relying on you, Teacher♥︎"
Depending on how you heard it, the remark was ripe for misunderstanding. Of course, given her personality, she was saying it on purpose to seduce me.
"...Hoo. Is that so? I'm really happy you feel you can lean on me, ma'am."
"Not ma'am♥︎ Call me Jihye♥︎"
That ticklish breath made my shoulder twitch; she toyed with my earlobe as if she found it adorable. Then, stroking my hair, she whispered sweetly, setting the mood.
"Turn over onto your back now. I'll make you feel even better."
She rose from my waist and made room. The warm, soft heat of her vanished, and I felt a small pang of loss. But there was no time to dwell on it. She sat on the edge of the bed and patted her own thighs invitingly. Her skirt was so short that the full, shapely flesh of her legs was on shameless display.
"Come on. Lie right here. Ear massages are my specialty."
Looking at that thigh pillow, I felt a serious sense of danger. My cock was already tenting my pants hard enough to show. If I buried my cheeks in that delicious flesh, there would be no hiding the erection. But she had to know that already. She'd rubbed her breasts all over me on purpose to get me hard; not getting hard would almost be rude.
I rationalized it to myself and boldly planted my face between her thighs. She clearly hadn't expected me to be quite so forward; a startled little laugh escaped her.
"Aww, Juhyeok must have been really scared too, huh? Acting all spoiled like this."
She stroked my hair gently, soothing me like a child. The ripe, feminine scent rising from between her thighs made my lower half throb harder.
"Mmm... yeah, I was pretty scared. But thanks to you, Jihye, I feel better."
"There, there. For now you can relax and act as spoiled as you want. Come on. Just let go and unwind."
I let the tension drain from my shoulders and luxuriated in her thighs. Even when I openly nuzzled my face against them and breathed in her scent, she never once stopped me. Instead she caressed my cheeks and chin as if encouraging me to enjoy more. Then her lips brushed my ear, whispering with a kiss-like intimacy.
"By the way... aren't you lonely, Juhyeok? A young guy with no girlfriend. Must be awfully lonely. Or am I wrong?"
As she whispered, her eyes were locked on the massive bulge threatening to split my pants. I nodded again and again.
"Really lonely. Think about women a lot, too."
She stroked my cheek as if she pitied me.
"...Oh no. Poor thing. At your age holding it in must be agony. Is it hard?"
"It is. I'm a guy, after all... sometimes I just can't control it."
"...Aww. Holding it in too much is bad for your health, they say. Are you having a hard time right now? Down here♥︎"
"Hah—!"
Without warning her finger flicked the tip of my glans through the fabric. Even through the cloth the touch was so vivid my hips jerked.
—Tremble♥︎
I shuddered once; she nodded as if she understood everything. Her fingertip circled the head of my cock while an utterly lewd smile spread across her face. She looked for all the world like a succubus.
"That's right♥︎ You don't even have to say it♥︎ You're young, after all♥︎ I'll help you out, so don't worry♥︎"
With sinuous fingers she undid my belt and lowered the zipper. Then she took my hand and gently placed it atop her breast.
"I told you♥︎ Act as spoiled as you want♥︎ You can touch♥︎ If you want, you can even take it off♥︎"
—Squeeze♥︎
Reflexively I grabbed a handful of her H-cup soft flesh; her face twisted in erotic pleasure. Then she flicked the tip of my cock with a playful little snap of her finger.
"Doing that won't make any milk come out♥︎ Today this is all yours, so take your time tasting it♥︎"
At those words the last thread of reason snapped. With rough hands I seized her waterfall of breasts and squeezed hard.