Married Woman Full Course (6)
The sun had risen. Was it because I'd spent from lunch to dinner lost in sex? My whole body creaked like an old door. With a groan, I tried to haul myself up, but a sweet voice came from beside me.
"Did you sleep well, honey?"
A soft smile bloomed toward me. Choi Mi-hye, wrapped in the same blanket, gazed at me with tender eyes.
"Body sore? Was the bed uncomfortable?"
She smiled brightly, just like she would at her child sleeping soundly next to her mom. But now that she was both mother and bitch, she added in a seductive purr, "Still, you'll get used to it. You'll be doing naughty things with Mommy here every time Daddy's away from now on."
Even after sharing a bed in the master room not with her husband but her son, she spoke like it was some romantic scene. Despite my aching body, my dick twitched at the sight.
Waking up and going at it right away was one of my fantasies. Should I give it a shot? No, first things first—I had something to test.
"Mi-hye."
The first time we'd met, she'd definitely said that. 'Applying husband play automatically based on the current situation. Play changes automatically according to the nickname Mr. Lee Ji-hoon uses.'
In other words, even without fiddling with the app, just changing how I called her would automatically switch between Daily Wife Play, Daily Mother-Son Play, and Daily Affair Play.
To confirm, I called her name lightly. She looked at me warmly, but the moment she heard it, her face went blank. Her eyes quickly returned to normal, but the warmth in them wasn't maternal anymore—it was something else.
"Oppa. Feels good sleeping over at a married woman's place, huh? Stretched out in her bed instead of her husband. What a lucky bastard."
Her tone was pure cheating wife talking to her lover. Seeing her act like she'd chosen another man over her very real husband made my twitching dick go rock-hard.
Just moments ago, she'd seen me as her son, but one change in nickname, and boom—in her head, I was now the lover replacing her husband.
"Oppa. Feels good fucking last year's newlywed, huh? Not enough, so you wanna do it again?"
She grinned wide at my cock tenting the blanket aggressively. The sight was hilarious. She had no clue what had shifted in her head, but she knew I was horny.
I grabbed her tits instead of answering. She swatted my hand lightly and said cautiously, "Husband's coming soon, so just a quickie?"
If it was just a quickie, time was tight, but she got up and rummaged in a drawer somewhere in the master room. I enjoyed the view of her ass for a bit.
She came back with a condom. "Gonna use a condom?"
"What, you wanna go raw? What if I get pregnant?"
Just yesterday she'd begged like a beast to knock her up, but now she looked baffled. Well, it had its own charm, I guess. I kicked off the blanket, showing her my dick like put it on me.
The second she bit the condom and leaned down—
Her phone buzzed. Viiiing—
She signaled me to be quiet and picked it up. I peeked at the screen: 'Husband♡'.
"Oh, honey. You're coming soon? Almost here? Geon-woo? Yeah, bring him with you. Got it. I'll get ready."
She propped the phone on her shoulder for the call, taking the condom from her mouth into her hand. Careful not to drop the phone, she rolled it onto me slowly.
In Daily Affair Play mode, her husband's call was just fuel for the thrill with her lover. She cranked the volume so I could hear.
"You two have fun? More exciting leaving your wife home alone to crash outside? Haha, kidding. Me? I just stayed home yesterday. Fun? It was lonely without you and Geon-woo."
Condom on, she buried her face under my dick and licked my balls with her tongue.
Even in this adulterous mess, lies flowed casually from her mouth. "I'll clean up while I wait. Eating? Waiting for you with some ice cream, honey. My weight? Ugh, seriously—don't say that."
Not a total lie, maybe. Her tongue meticulously lapping every wrinkle on my balls from bottom to top was cleaning, technically. Though it was some other guy's balls.
Ah, but if her husband's coming now, the Full Course is almost up, right?
I checked my phone while admiring her sucking my balls with pursed lips during the call. Her status showed: Daily Married Woman Full Course – 25 minutes remaining.
At least 25 minutes left—plenty for one round.
Mi-hye finished the call and glared at me fiddling with my phone. "Don't you get how I felt just now? How can you check your phone in a moment like that?"
"What can I do? Can't take the call for you. Worried about getting caught? Then don't lick."
"Nah, it's fine. My husband wouldn't know the sound of balls getting sucked."
She leaned in seductively, lips pursed. "That's just for you, baby."
As she tried to kiss me—with those lips that'd just been on my balls—I pushed her shoulders down. Finish what you started.
"But Mi-hye, where'd your husband and son go?"
"Why ask that? Jeez..."
She shot me an exasperated look, but continued. "You wanted to spend the whole Saturday with me, so I forced them to the in-laws. How could you forget?"
Ah, so that's the setup this time. In Daily Wife Play, she never mentioned her real husband or son, treating me as the husband. In Daily Mother-Son Play, even when I switched from "husband" to "son," she didn't bat an eye—just figured her husband had gone to work. And now in Daily Affair Play, this.
Bottom line: It didn't matter if it was true. She always answered fitting the scenario, and no unwanted guests showed up during the rental.
I checked the remaining time and pulled her close. 20 minutes? Should be enough.
"Wait, oppa, what're you doing?"
"…."
"Condom. We said condom."
"……."
"Husband's coming soon—ahh!"
"Leave the door open like this?"
"Don't care anymore. Mmm... ah...!"
Right before leaving her place, she pulled me into a deep, tongue-twisting kiss like she couldn't bear to let go.
Even with another man's cum still inside her, right before her husband arrived, she kissed me passionately. Pure homewrecker behavior—and in Daily Affair Play, she did it like it was the most natural thing.
After the kiss, she looked at me heading out, wistful. "Baby, text me when your husband leaves later? Come over?"
I wasn't sure if she'd call without MC OP (no contact info anyway), but no point dwelling. I nodded vaguely and left.
Damn. After all that fun, acting nonchalant at the end felt kinda scummy. Well, fucking a married woman makes everything scummy anyway.
Ding-dong.
Riding the elevator down, all sorts of thoughts swirled. Flip the app settings or a nickname, and her whole mindset changed. Impossible in normal reality.
It all stemmed from this MC OP app... but I couldn't recall how I even got it. My head just spun trying to guess.
Then her status showed 1 minute left on the rental, and it hit me.
Right—1 million won. My gut twisted.
It felt like thief's guilt after all the pleasure, but 1 million was 1 million. Half my monthly salary...
"Cheap compared to the play, though."
Next time, maybe skip Full Course and go for a daily 200,000 won play? But who do I even pay?
Ding-dong.
Lost in thought, the elevator hit the first floor. As I stepped out, two familiar faces got in—a tall, handsome man and a young kid.
The man said, "Geon-woo, happy to go home?"
"Yeah."
Wait—Mi-hye's real husband and son?
Shocked, my phone pinged. Not the now-familiar MC OP alarm, but a regular bank message.
What the—seriously? Full Course is 1 million, right? For real?
Staring at my phone in disbelief, Mi-hye's husband and son boarded the elevator.
The doors closed. The elevator rose slowly toward the same floor I'd just left—straight to Mi-hye, where I'd spent all yesterday dumping loads inside her, making her moan that I was better than him.
Viiiing—
Still dazed from getting paid after that insane play, another alarm hit.
This time from MC OP. Points deducted. I opened it.
Lee Ji-hoon, you are currently Rank 1 – Regular Member.
Current points: 535 points.
It had been 536 when I first saw the app, so down 1 point.
Wait, what? So the price in the reservation was what I receive, and I just pay points?
But what's with the usage history hint? Make her keep her chastity for me even after? Forbid panties? Just 1 point?
...What the hell even are points?
Still stunned, I crossed the new apartment complex. Weekend morning—lots of couples out for outings, fit wives with great bodies everywhere.
"Oh, fancy seeing you here?"
Someone called as I headed out. A woman in a suit, stunning enough to hold her own against the beauties around. She waved happily.
"First time since then, right? What brings you here?"
Who? Client contact? Play it off.
"Just personal business. Friend's couple lives here, came for a housewarming."
I flashed a smooth, businesslike smile. Should make her back off.
But she tilted her head, then chuckled like she'd figured it out. "Personal business? Ah... MC OP?"
...Someone else knows about MC OP?