Sexual Desire Relief Program to Prevent Adultery (1)
"Huuu..."
She had no idea how many sighs she'd let out today already. Seong Eun-young finished getting ready to head out and took one last look around the house, letting out a deep sigh. The exhaustion that had left her dizzy the day before had improved after a nap, but her mind was far from at ease. It was more like her thoughts had sorted themselves out a bit. She really, really didn't want to do this, but she'd accepted that she had no choice. Ever since then, a complicated feeling had her sighing nonstop.
"It's run by the government anyway, and it's better than my husband finding out..."
Choi Min-seok, was it? According to the man from the Adultery Prevention Department, there were no legal issues at all, and since it wasn't an affair, there were no ethical problems either. The guilt she felt now was for failing to control her sexual desires—earning her a "high-risk for adultery" diagnosis—while her husband worked so hard. And on top of that, the fact that she had to relieve it through another man, even if he was a civil servant.
And one more thing besides that.
"I shouldn't be like this..."
Thanks to holding back her urges since yesterday, a strange heat was creeping up from deep inside her belly, tickling her whole body. She'd suppressed her daily twice-a-day masturbation, so it was inevitable.
The message that arrived while she slept included brief instructions and the location of a nearby motel. No masturbation. Strictly speaking, it wasn't forbidden, but they asked her to refrain, so holding back was the right call. Giving in after just one day would be embarrassing, and while she'd brushed it off at first, by evening it was so intense she wondered if she'd ever felt her desires this strongly before.
"The diagnosis was spot on..."
She hadn't really doubted it, but she hadn't expected to feel just how dangerously high her libido was this quickly, with her own body. Would going through with the program actually relieve this state? Now that she recognized the seriousness, skipping out wasn't an option.
"...Let's go."
After checking the gas and water, Seong Eun-young stepped outside and walked an unfamiliar route, occasionally glancing at the map attached to her phone. Fifteen minutes on foot from her apartment complex. Arriving at the designated motel, she thought, Even in a nice neighborhood like this, they've got one of everything, and cautiously entered.
"Unmanned motel, huh..."
The name made sense in that way, but the first-floor lobby was completely empty—no sign of a soul. There was a vending machine-like device smack in front of the entrance, but she had no idea how to use it. She hadn't had reason to visit a motel since marrying her husband, so she'd only learned about unmanned ones yesterday.
"Room 204, right."
They'd reserved it ahead, so she'd gotten a message to come straight up. No fumbling around—she climbed the stairs, knocked on 204's door, and Choi Min-seok opened it right away to greet her.
"Right on time. No trouble finding the place?"
"Ah, yes."
A greeting that would've been totally normal any other day came out awkward without her realizing it.
"Before we start, want to shower first?"
"I showered at home..."
"I did too, so let's get right to it."
"What do I even..."
"Just relax. I'll take the lead."
Choi Min-seok led the awkwardly standing Seong Eun-young to the bed. Standing by the bedside, he naturally reached out and began undressing her.
"Ahhh..."
Embarrassing. She didn't think she'd felt this shy even back when she and her husband were dating, but having a strange man undress her and take her body like this made her face burn like she'd been scalded.
"Nice skin. Well-maintained figure too. Do some workouts?"
"Not really..."
Her top and pants were off in a flash, leaving her in underwear. She instinctively huddled, but he casually stroked her skin and kept chatting. Just as he'd said, his light tone carried no real emotion.
"Eek..!"
His hand slid around to her back and unhooked her bra with expert ease. The support gone, it dropped to the floor with a thud, exposing breasts she'd never shown to anyone but her husband and daughter.
"Pretty tits too. What cup size?"
"...D-cup."
Was this part of the official duties too? Anyway, she answered honestly and flopped onto the bed as he guided her, squeezing her eyes shut.
"No need to be embarrassed. Just relax—like you're getting a massage."
"Yes..."
She answered, but how was that even possible? At least not by her common sense.
"Haa..."
Rough male hands gently cupped her breasts. Like a feather lightly tickling, the grazing touches made her sensitive body traitorously perk up her nipples in an instant.
Can't help it...
She'd been holding back since yesterday. Even if she didn't want to think about it, her body had been eagerly anticipating relief the whole way here.
"You're sensitive."
"N-not really... Hnng..!"
He just lightly pinched her nipple between his fingers and rubbed, and a small moan escaped right away. What was the point of denying it if she moaned so easily?
"Hng, eung, hng..."
"No need to hold back."
"Y-yes... Hng..!"
Her words and actions didn't match again. Would he get annoyed? Peeking at his face with that worry, she saw no displeasure. Instead, the hands softly caressing her breasts slid down her skin.
"Hnnng..!"
From her breasts, past her side and waist, to gently stroking her thighs—her sensitized body twitched.
"Haa, hng, hn..!"
Up top, he teased her nipples lightly; hands roamed her body, finally delving into untouched territory between her thighs.
Squelch...
"Aaa..!"
Even over her panties, the slick sound of her arousal made her cry out in shame.
"Already wet."
"Please don't say it..."
"Better this way. Some tense up so much they can't feel pleasure or even get wet properly. Makes it hard for everyone."
If she'd been like that, even if tougher, she wouldn't be this embarrassed. He wasn't using any special civil servant techniques—just simple caresses had her soaked, convenient for the job but mortifying.
But ignoring her shame, he pressed into the wet seam over her panties and rubbed up and down.
"Haang, ah, haat..!"
Driving her mad. Even over her panties felt this good—what if it went inside? If not fingers, but his cock...
No, can't...
She couldn't hold back. Or was she even trying, handing her body over like this?
"Hyaaang..!"
His finger sweeping her slit flicked her clit, jolting her like electricity—her hips bucked.
The pleasure didn't end there; he persistently pressed and circled her clit over the fabric, injecting ecstasy.
"Aa..! C-clit, nooo..! Hyaaang..!"
Twisting away only made him follow relentlessly, tormenting her clit; electric jolts pierced her body, numbing her reason.
"Haak..! Nooo..! Ah..! Aaat..!"
She's coming. Intense heat surged from inside; Seong Eun-young stretched her legs, curled her toes, and climaxed.
"Haaaang..!!"
Twitch! Twitch!
Nothing like her usual masturbation. Unlike slowly building to a meager peak, this crashing wave of electric pleasure was depths deeper.
"Haaa..."
Barely recovering, she slumped. And it wasn't even over.
"Kyaa!?"
Too late—her panties slid off, past her ankles, gone. Before she could process, she pulled her knees together, hands covering her fully exposed pussy.
Remembering the situation...
"S-sorry..!"
She apologized right away, hands still covering.
"It's fine. Normal to startle."
"No..."
Thank goodness he was kind. Even civil servants could get annoyed at disruptions, but he stayed polite despite her uncooperativeness.
"Shall we continue?"
"Yes..."
Her covering hands were gently pulled away by his.
"Aaa..."
The breeze between her legs as her hands moved made her face burn again.
Have to endure...
Couldn't trouble him more. Even a nice guy would snap eventually.
But that thought lasted a moment.
"Wh-what are you...!? Wait..!"
His hands spread her thighs wide, head diving between—her barely rebuilt reason crumbled.
"You don't have to use your mouth..! Wait, eek..!"
Slurp.
A wet licking sound. Something invaded her slick slit, electric pleasure piercing her again.
"Slurp... Suck... Schluuuurp.."
"Hnnng..! Ah, noo..! Hyang, hang..!"
His slippery tongue mercilessly probed her hole, sucking her juices greedily. An act so embarrassing even with her husband was overwhelmingly shameful with another man.
But against her thoughts, her lewd body reveled in the obscene pleasure beyond the shame.