Chapter 123 - #11 Scenario: Su-U-Mi-Yang-Ga
He announced the assignment and gave them a short break.
"The exams will be conducted individually. We'll get everything ready."
It was a courtesy that wasn't really courtesy—time for them to steel their nerves.
He left them in the living room and headed into the master bedroom to set up the camera.
"Soyul, draw the curtains there."
"Yes."
He drew the curtains to create maximum isolation, so they could focus entirely on the evaluation.
Next, he set up the tripod and connected the camera.
The bed filled the frame just like in an AV shoot.
Then he brought in a chair and placed it beside the camera for side viewing.
"Hm, perfect."
Satisfactory setup.
This was the first time another man—not an actor, but a real acquaintance—would appear on camera.
Woo Da-hee.
The day of the evaluation had finally arrived.
Her body would be appraised and graded. In the old days, people had protested—How can you grade humans like that?—but the absurd benefits won them over one by one, and the system took hold.
Social recognition of one's grade.
She knew it was a caste system, but there was no unfairness in it.
The fairness let everyone indulge their hidden greed and claim a grade.
"This time for sure…"
U-grade—her last shot.
Promotion to Su would be ideal, but just holding steady would satisfy her right now.
"They say this year's test is easier than last… it'll be fine."
Her husband already held Su—he was so proud.
"Woo Da-hee, Choi Hyeok. Ready?"
Examiner Maeng Soyul stepped out to check.
"Whew~."
Woo Da-hee had faced countless interviews, but none as nerve-wracking as this.
She calmed her pounding heart, glanced at her reliable, proud husband, then back at Maeng Soyul.
"Yes, we're ready."
Before rising from the sofa and heading to the bedroom, she looked at Woo Da-young, still tense.
Her sister clung tightly to her boyfriend's hand.
She clenched her fist, flashed a smile.
Click.
Woo Da-hee and Choi Hyeok entered.
"Choi Hyeok, sit here."
Choi Hyeok sat on the prepared chair, visibly tense.
No hint of looking down on him like the first time they'd met.
As examiner, he regarded him with tension.
First time someone who'd belittled him stood tense before him—exhilarating.
"You know the assignment?"
Woo Da-hee swallowed hard before answering.
"Males recover self-esteem by feeling superior to other males, right?"
"Yes, correct."
"So…"
She glanced at her husband.
"In this setup, the examiner's my husband, and the more I put him down, the better my score…"
"You get it. No wonder your grade's high. Let's begin the evaluation."
With that, he rolled his shoulders.
"Just got off work—kinda beat."
Woo Da-hee jumped right in, matching his line and acting.
"Honey, you look exhausted?"
She smiled with her eyes, approaching him.
So focused on him, she barely registered the camera.
Her husband watched intently from the chair.
Stroke.
He pulled her waist close, kissing her roughly.
"Hng…"
She knew her husband watched, but for the score, she yielded to his aggressive kiss.
Parted her lips, accepted his tongue.
His saliva filled her mouth; she hugged him back, eyes smiling like it tasted good.
"Chup… haa… so rough today~."
"Ah~. Da-hee, your ex keeps hassling me."
She flinched.
Didn't expect this angle.
Quick on her feet, she replied.
"My ex-husband?"
"Yeah~. It's rough…"
"Oh, really? He bullying you that bad?"
Couldn't badmouth her husband outright, so she hesitated—he helped nudge.
"Used to be fine, but the loser's jealous now. Keeps bitching, dumps all the work on me."
"Ah, aah."
Her eyes shook wildly.
"What? Hard to trash-talk your ex?"
He glanced at Maeng Soyul for the points.
Woo Da-hee caught on, clinging flirtier.
"Yeah, right? Jealous over nothing, stressing my man."
"Exactly."
Already swelling, bulging through his pants.
First time trying this play—heart racing with strange pleasure.
Swish.
He shrugged off his suit, handed it to her.
She hung it like a dutiful wife.
Thud.
From behind as she hung it, he spanked her ass, pressing close.
"Hng~, wanna do it right now?"
"Stressed out~. Would pound one out, but suck me off first."
She spun from the hanger, looking up.
"With my mouth?"
Unbuttoned his pants, slid them down—his erect cock sprang stiff before her eyes.
Stroke.
"Oh my, rock hard for real?"
He scratched his cheek.
"Stealing that guy's woman? Boosts my ego a bit."
Beyond normal sense here—but normal here.
She gently gripped his shaft, tugged base to taut the glans.
Eyes of love alternating cock and his gaze, kissed the tip with wet lips.
"Chup, smack. Way better, so don't get too mad~ Got it?"
"Hm, how's it better?"
She licked the glans, teased him horny.
"Way bigger than ex. His was like… this?"
Thumb and index slightly apart on his shaft.
Exaggerated small for him—but hotter that way.
"Yeah?"
Grabbed his shaft, rubbed her cheek.
Slapped her cheek like a club.
"Ahn, really."
"Suck here too."
Lifted shaft, pointed exposed balls.
She gripped his thigh, tilted head, lips on wrinkled balls.
"Churrup… mm…"
While she sucked, he shook his cock himself.
"Ah, good."
Grabbed her head sucking his balls, pressed firm.
"Mmph…"
Balls soaked in spit, he shook legs, pants off ankles fully.
"Suck this while you do it."
Grabbed wall ahead, thrust ass out—Woo Da-hee looked up from below, eager.
"Got it~. Gotta for my man."
Her hand stroked his ass. Spread slight, buried pretty face in his anus.
Hand between legs gripped his erection, stroked back-forth—pure conquest rush.
"You do this for that Choi fucker too?"
"Churrup…"
Face buried, shook head.
"Slurp… haa… nooo. Only for my Siu~."
Knew exactly what he wanted.
Hand back, pressed her head hard.
"Cough… chup…"
Struggling but tongue working anus and balls—adorable effort.
"Ah, good. Satisfied."
Straightened, turned—she knelt gazing up, face flushed lewd.
"Happy with this?"
"A bit? Eases today's stress."
"Hehe~, glad~."
Perfect ad-libs per situation.
"I'll loosen you up top too."
Standing before him, wet lips unbuttoned his shirt one by one.
"Ex's hobby was working out? Looked fit…"
Another ex jab—she folded clothes.
"Still prefer Siu. See?"
Placed clothes on shelf under hanger, nudged him onto bed.
Flat on back, she in suit straddled his legs, face on thigh, gripped cock.
Playful eye-smile, loving strokes.
"What's a good body mean~? Not this reliable?"
"Feels nice hearing that."
"Smack, yeah?"
Kissed his thigh.
"Come up."
His gesture—smiling, she sidled beside.
Her long hair on bare skin tingled.
Hiked her suit skirt to belly.
Ripped down stockings with panties—neat bush, demure slit visible.
"Suck here while jerking."
Face on his shoulder, she rose slight, mouthed nipple.
Hand swept his erection.
Receiving her caress, eyed the seated man.
Tense, watching wife service him.
To him, just exam—no doubt.
Then Maeng Soyul spoke.
"Choi Hyeok, for evaluation verification, drop pants—show if you're erect."
"Ah… y-yes."
Couldn't tear eyes away, hastily stripped pants.
Not erect yet.
"Evaluation checks sexual appeal. No erection means no attraction to wife—product's subpar."
Choi shook head at her cool tone.
"N-no, not that. M-must be nerves."
No erection hurt score, so he focused hard.
To help Choi see, gripped Woo Da-hee's ass, pulled—pussy fully exposed to him.
"Da-hee's sucking hits right. Do this for hubby too?"
"Churrup… slurp… nooo~. Only Siu~."
Answered, lifted head—he kissed.
Smack.
Light lip touch, nodded down.
"Climb up. Wanna slide in."