Byeon Gap-tae of Seongmul Church 3
Hanpan's gaze locked onto the woman standing beside the pastor.
She was an extraordinary beauty.
Her gentle face carried the classic air of a devoted wife and mother, and her skin in particular was strikingly flawless — pure white, like polished jade.
She had a far more mature presence than Miho. That maturity suggested she was older still, yet nothing about her outward appearance gave it away. Her upkeep was so extreme it rendered age almost meaningless.
Compared to the ordinary congregants in their plain clothes, she wore an elegant blue two-piece ensemble, and the necklace and earrings at her throat and ears glittered so brilliantly even from a distance that their luxury was unmistakable.
Most of all, the gold round frames of her glasses left a sharp, lasting impression. She had the full bearing of a school parents' association chairwoman, and Hanpan guessed at once that she must be the pastor's wife.
When the pair appeared, the people lit up as if their favorite idols had just walked in. The two of them moved from group to group, exchanging greetings and making the rounds — until they arrived at Hanpan's table and offered their hellos.
"My, the energy is just as lively over here."
"Oh my — Pastor! Madam!"
One of the women in the group brightened and welcomed him; the others nodded and bowed their greetings in turn. Hanpan dipped his head along with them.
His guess had been right. She was the pastor's wife.
Hanpan could scarcely believe that this woman was the mother of Assistant Pastor Byeon Aram, whom he had just met. Judging by Aram's age, she had to be at least in her late forties — yet her face held almost no trace of it. Only the finest lines at the corners of her eyes and along her throat, visible only up close, offered any clue to her years.
The pastor stepped forward and greeted each congregant one by one. His wife inclined her head slightly, exchanging eye contact and a warm smile with every person present.
It was an angelic smile — and yet something about it left Hanpan vaguely unsettled.
Scanning the group, the pastor spotted Hanpan and spoke.
"Ah… a brother I haven't met before. I'm Pastor Byeon Gap-tae. A pleasure."
He extended his hand. Hanpan took it on instinct and shook.
"Kim Hanpan."
"Pastor, this is my son!"
"Hahaha — so you're Sister Park Miho's boy. Tall and handsome — of course, he takes after our Sister Park."
As he said it, his eyes flicked quickly over Miho. Hanpan caught the glance. The man was smiling, but something in Hanpan's gut told him the pastor was thoroughly, instinctively sly.
"And Madam — how have you been?"
Miho smiled and greeted her. The woman inclined her head and answered with a smile of her own.
"Hello. You've been well, I hope?"
Her manner was refined and cordial, yet a wall stood firm between them — a cold reserve so complete it felt as if not even a needle could pierce it.
She stood more than a handspan taller than the pastor, and somehow that height seemed to cancel out his small stature. Her height was about the same as Miho's, or a touch greater. Looking at the pair of them, Hanpan found himself thinking of the Hunchback of Notre-Dame.
They stood before the table, laughing and chatting pleasantly with the congregants. Even so, Hanpan could not shake the sense that her expression and her laughter were somehow alien — set apart from the ordinary faithful of the church.
A short while later the two of them said their goodbyes and turned toward another table. Watching her walk away, Hanpan finally understood what that sense of wrongness was.
It was the heels. The pastor's wife was wearing staggeringly high heels — the kind that stood in stark contrast to any pious church atmosphere. Classic, simple lines, yet dizzyingly tall. They matched her outfit in the same shade of blue, with an extravagantly ornate decoration across the instep. Luxury radiated from them at a glance. And the sole — a fierce, blood-red heel sole — was intensely erotic.
For a moment Hanpan thought they were the same brand So-jo had been wearing the day before.
Inwardly, he decided that the pastor and his wife were both unreadable, thoroughly cunning people.
They drifted farther away, and Hanpan turned his attention back to the conversation at the table. The talk grew deeper and more earnest — and thoroughly boring. He nudged Miho's arm and leaned close to her ear.
"Mom, I'm getting bored. Mind if I look around the church a bit? Text me when you're done…"
"Hmm? Sure… go ahead. Just don't go too far…"
Miho had already noticed how restless he was, so she let him do as he pleased. Hanpan rose quietly from his seat and headed toward the entrance.
He made his way into the main sanctuary and wandered, taking it in. People were still tidying up after the service; he watched them idly for a while, then went upstairs. Roaming the corridors, he came upon what looked like a storage room with its door left open, packed with church supplies. Boxes were stacked high. Curiosity got the better of him, and he stepped inside to look them over.
Church goods he had never seen before held a strange interest. He had slipped in among the boxes and was killing time examining them when he heard the simultaneous click of dress shoes and high heels in the corridor outside. He looked toward the door.
The stout pastor entered with a woman behind him — and Hanpan instinctively pressed himself deeper between the boxes.
The woman who followed the pastor into the room carefully shut the door, then locked it. Hanpan watched it happen. The moment the atmosphere turned unmistakably wrong, they began to kiss — and Hanpan, glancing at her hand, recognized her at once.
It was Jo Su-yeon, the assistant pastor's wife — the woman who had greeted him only a short while ago.
For a beat Hanpan simply stared, unable to process what he was seeing. Father-in-law and daughter-in-law were kissing each other fiercely right in front of him. A father, carrying on with his own son's wife.
Her high heels made her a little taller than Byeon Gap-tae, but he paid it no mind. He crushed her against him and greedily licked at her lips with his tongue, lapping obscenely, rapidly. Jo Su-yeon was no less eager. When his tongue finally stilled, she thrust out her own and began licking lewdly across his face. Her eyes were pure lust — so completely at odds with the angelic image from moments before that Hanpan felt almost dizzy.
They licked each other's faces with shameless hunger. After a moment Byeon Gap-tae took a step back and spoke.
"My child… has the devil entered you again today?"
At those words Su-yeon turned, braced her hands against the wall, and pushed her hips back toward him.
"Father… I think the devil is inside me… It's so hard to bear…"
Byeon Gap-tae smiled with oily satisfaction.
"Daughter-in-law… there again, is it? Why does the devil visit you so often? I told you to pray more… and yet here you are, possessed again, and I must save you from him once more… Oh, why does the devil come so often to our family… This, too, must be my fate…"
As he spoke, he undid his belt.
"Yes… I must save my daughter-in-law from the devil… That Aram — his own wife possessed like this, and he doesn't even notice, doesn't even care for her. It breaks my heart… I'll save you myself. With your father's holy vessel, I will purify the devil inside you."
He shoved his pants and underwear down to his ankles at once. An unnaturally thick cock for a man his age sprang free. He hadn't shaved; hair grew dense around it. The length was nothing extraordinary, but the girth was formidable — and in truth the length was more than most men could claim as well.
Hanpan narrowed his eyes. Something about the cock looked wrong — it was bumpy, uneven. The thought hit him at once: the man had something implanted. Sunflower surgery. He had seen plenty of other men's equipment in the military and in bathhouses, but this was the first time he had ever seen a man who had actually undergone that procedure.
Eyes wide, Hanpan held his breath and watched.
"My dear daughter-in-law… give your strength to your father's holy vessel…"
He offered his cock to her. She turned, took hold of it, and sank straight to the floor. Kneeling, she gripped him and stroked him back and forth a few times. A short groan escaped Byeon Gap-tae's mouth. With lewd eyes, as if savoring the sound, she flicked her tongue several times over the head of his cock — then slowly began to take it into her mouth.