Chapter 20
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Seo Na-yeon's Kimchi Soup One-Shot
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‘This crazy pig bastard!’
She had already braced herself for getting fucked by Kwak Young-cheol. Ever since he'd suggested they hit up a wine bar to set the mood—something that didn't suit him at all—before coming to the motel.
In contrast to her useless husband, Kwak Young-cheol had his own appeal with all that money.
But she never imagined he'd be this rough and relentless.
"O-Oppa...! C-Condom... Ah! Ah! S-Stop... Ah! S-Slower... Ha-ah!"
Whenever she tried to protest, Na-yeon's pussy ignited like it was on fire, the stimulation hitting her relentlessly. The alcohol had already dulled her mind, making it impossible to think straight.
Part of it was because her husband Kang Tae-gu had been locked up, leaving her without sex for over a week and hypersensitive as a result... but there seemed to be a deeper reason.
"Haa... Haa... O-Oppa...! Ahk! H-Hey, what's... on your cock... Ahk! It's scraping... Hng!"
"Heuk... Heuk... Fuck, feels good, right? I got six small ones implanted, and every bitch loses it... Just like you, heh heh..."
Splat!
Kwak Young-cheol's cock was already thicker than average, but near the head, six small silicone beads were embedded. One of them perfectly scraped along the sensitive line connecting Na-yeon's G-spot and clit with every thrust.
"Ha-ut... Ah! Ah!"
Each time, the overwhelming stimulation made her wail.
"Ah, fuck, this cunt's insanely good...! Fucking hell... Ungh."
Having already achieved his goal of fucking Seo Na-yeon, Kwak Young-cheol dropped the last pretense of civility, revealing his true thug nature.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Wildly aroused, he pistoned without any rhythm or restraint, his sweat-soaked lower belly slamming into Na-yeon's dripping pussy. The sticky, lewd sounds of flesh smacking and separating filled the room.
"Ha-uk... Haa... Ah! Crazy... Ah... Ah."
Her brain pickled from the excessive stimulation, Na-yeon's last shreds of resistance to the raw insertion vanished. She'd always had great chemistry with her husband Kang Tae-gu, but Kwak Young-cheol matched or even surpassed him.
Moreover, Na-yeon's kink—getting more turned on when her shame was triggered during sex—meshed perfectly with the situation, amplifying her arousal.
"Haa... Haa... This bitch... I should've fucked you ages ago... Hup!"
Thud!
"Aak! Ah!"
Driving in to the hilt, he felt her cervix kiss the tip. Na-yeon's body jolted as the deep impact rocked her core, her eyes rolling back halfway in a mix of agony and ecstasy, sobs spilling from her lips nonstop.
Gazing down at her like that, Kwak Young-cheol spat out filthy words.
"Haa... Tae-gu that fucker bragged about you... Ungh! But you're even better. Hey, Na-yeon? Seo Na-yeon? You listening? What'd that fucker Tae-gu say?"
"Ha-ut... Ungh... Hng? Wh... What?"
"Fucking bitch, kekeke... You're totally gone. Hey, he said fucking you is insanely good, that your pussy's a goddamn delicacy. Bragged about it every drinking session, kekeke. Made me so curious how tasty you'd be... Hup!"
"Ah... Aak! S-Stop... Ah!"
"That fucker described pounding you in vivid detail every time, kekeke... Huh?"
Her husband—trash or not, still her husband—Kang Tae-gu had blabbed about their sex life at every booze-up. The betrayal and humiliation made Na-yeon's head spin wildly.
"D-Don't... Ah-ut... Ah..."
But there was nothing Seo Na-yeon could do. Kwak Young-cheol's bulky frame pinned her slender body down, escape impossible on her own. The helplessness and submission only spurred her on.
Not satisfied, Kwak Young-cheol thrust even deeper, degrading her with cruder words.
"Haa! Haa... That fucker said... Haa... you're a pervert who gets hornier the harder you get railed. Loves verbal abuse, goes wild when you slap her ass and tits. Called you a filthy pervert bitch. True? Looks like it, fucking slut, kekeke."
"Ha-uk... Stop... Ah, Ah... Ah! Ah, fuck... Ah!"
Assaulted by his dirty tongue, Na-yeon's brain reeled from the humiliation. Her inner walls clenched tight... then shuddered violently.
Her whole body trembled in tiny spasms, limp limbs quivering. Her pale legs, splayed thinly around his thick hips, curled her toes in extreme pleasure.
The peak of shame had triggered her orgasm.
"Guhk... Guhk... Euk...!"
Growling breaths ragged, Na-yeon's body shuddered atop her. Kwak Young-cheol savored the triumph, conquest, and taboo thrill of stealing his junior's woman, feeling an unprecedented rush toward climax.
"Heuk! Heuk! Heuk! Cunt... G-Gonna cum..."
Spurt... Spurt...
Like pissing a torrent, long and thick... Days' worth of pent-up seed from Young-cheol flooded her defenseless used pussy, some breaching her cervix to spill into her womb.
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"Huaa..."
After the most intense pleasure ever, a refreshing clarity filled his head like never before. Bursting with satisfaction, Kwak Young-cheol roughly yanked his cock from Na-yeon's pussy.
Her sticky folds clung greedily, reluctant to release, stretching slightly before letting go—a perfect, top-tier pussy.
"Hua... Haa."
Deep breaths as he lay beside her still-quivering naked form, catching his breath. Post-sex dizziness from the booze made the ceiling wobble slightly, but his young body recovered fast.
His cock sprang back to life, ready as ever.
"Hua... Hey. Want some water?"
"...Yeah."
Hydration first. He grabbed two bottled waters from the fridge, chugging one and handing the other to Na-yeon.
Parched from all the pussy juice, she downed the whole bottle lying down in one go. Young-cheol found it fascinating how her belly, hugged by her slim waist, twitched in sync.
"Whew... Hey, you liked it too, right?"
"...Yeah. Oppa, those implants on your dick—are they real?"
"Real as it gets. Fucking awesome, huh?"
"I thought I was gonna lose my mind."
Having fucked once, their vibe was far more relaxed and intimate.
"But... what you said earlier, is it true?"
"What? Oh, about Tae-gu that fucker?"
"Yeah. He really talked about me every time he drank?"
"Kekeke, yeah. I thought he was nuts. Even gangsters don't spill that much about banging their wives. Total psycho."
"...Fuck, that crazy bastard."
"Hey, why'd you marry a guy like that? He knocked you up with two kids and bailed—why take him back?"
"What could I do? Life was tough right then."
Young-cheol relished Na-yeon's bitterness toward Tae-gu. Pretending to listen as she lay on her side, he groped and kneaded one of her ample tits with his free hand.
"Yeah, yeah. You've got a lot pent up against that fucker Tae-gu."
"Yeah..."
In that moment, Na-yeon started harboring hopes.
She and Kang Tae-gu weren't even legally married—just common-law. No divorce needed... At 29, couldn't she start fresh with a loaded guy who owned a used car lot and motel?
Tae-gu and Young-cheol were both scummy thugs, and Tae-gu won on looks... but Na-yeon had learned her lesson about falling for faces.
‘Oppa Young-cheol... might actually be solid as a stepdad—reliable and rich...?’
Economic stability trumped looks. As a 14-year homemaker, practicality was key for her.
Her deliberations on seducing Young-cheol for a new start...
"Uh... Fuck. Hold up."
"Huh?"
"Shh! Quiet!"
...ended with a sudden phone call.
"Yeah, honey! Haha. Me? Out drinking with company folks. What? Oh, for real. Yeah, don't worry. Be home soon... Yeah. Oh, is the baby kicking for anything? Want me to grab something? Huh? Ah... Gopchang? Okay, there's Manse Gopchang nearby—I'll get some. It's good. Yeah... Alright~ Love you!"
Click.
Short call, but in seconds, he'd donned an impossibly sweet mask.
"Uh... Oppa, you're married?"
"What? Ah... Kekekeke, didn't tell ya? Yeah, one year in. Baby on the way too. Hey, hoping it's a girl—better if she takes after my wife, not me."
Casually dropping it, Na-yeon's neck veins bulged unwittingly. Humiliation hit like shattering her kimchi bowl mid-sip. Gritting her teeth, she confronted him.
"...What the hell, Oppa? I thought you weren't married..."
"What? Crazy, you disappointed? Fuck, you're married to Tae-gu too—what's with the high horse?"
"...N-No, not disappointed. Just surprised."
But Young-cheol, experienced with people, read her sharp.
"Puhaha! You were thinking of getting serious with me or something?"
"What? No, what're you... I said no!"
"Why not? If you're down, I could divorce and start over."
"...What? You're joking."
"Hey, future's unpredictable."
"...No, I've never thought that."
Kwak Young-cheol grinned ear-to-ear, watching Na-yeon swallow hard.
‘Figures. Her place is a total dump—poor as dirt. Probably wants a good fuck to flip her fate, kekeke.’
He sneered inwardly. Divorce? Not a chance right now.
His current wife was his dad's friend's daughter—a successful SME president's kid. Way out of league for restarting with Na-yeon, who had nothing but a killer—but problematic—body.
He could fuck on the side anyway. No need to divorce, eat alimony bombs, for a dirt-poor nobody. Too much to lose.
But no need to crush her fantasy entirely. He enjoyed toying with her like a cat with a mouse, watching her mask her kimchi soup dreams.
"Anyway, wife's calling—gotta head out."
"Uh..."
Words aside, he didn't dress—instead, he grabbed her body and mounted again.
"...What're you doing? You're leaving."
"One quick one before I go. Let's do it again. You want it too."
His entitled demand for sex stung with humiliation; Na-yeon bit her lip... but Young-cheol commanded,
"This time, get on all fours. Like a bitch in heat."