The Husband's Call Amidst Surrender
Regardless of the disgust surging through her from the call, Seoyeon’s body was gradually being tamed to this new kind of pleasure. After worshiping her entire body with caresses for a long while, Director Park slowly rose and laid her flat on her back. He positioned himself between her legs and pulled out his already ferociously erect cock. But this time, he didn’t thrust in roughly like before. Instead, he gently brushed aside the sweat-dampened strands of hair from her forehead and asked in a very tender voice,
“Seoyeon-ah… Can I put it in?”
Seoyeon had no response. She simply stared blankly at a single point on the ceiling with empty eyes. Director Park didn’t press her. He made an expression like he was troubled, waiting patiently for her to open her heart. That patience made her feel more powerless than any violence could. After a moment, she asked in a voice laced with resignation,
“If I say no… will you stop?”
Director Park smiled softly. Instead of answering, he slowly leaned down and pressed a long, gentle kiss to her forehead. Then, very slowly, he aligned himself with her entrance and began to push in.
“Hngh…!”
Seoyeon let out a short gasp of surprise. Slick from the earlier caresses, her soaked depths welcomed him, allowing him to slide in smoothly and deeply. This sex was utterly different from before. He moved as if handling fragile glass artwork—excruciatingly slow, incredibly gentle. There was no violence, no intent to humiliate. Just the cautious, tender motions one might use with a cherished lover. His hips barely shifted; he only rotated his pelvis ever so slightly, stirring himself inside her.
“Haah…”
Rather than fast, the slowness made Seoyeon feel the shape of him filling her so vividly. No matter how her inner walls clenched and squeezed, his unyielding hardness—like a red-hot iron rod—refused to yield. It felt like he was splitting her in two, testing her limits with his sheer size. Each tiny rotation of his pelvis dragged the thick, throbbing veins along her softest inner flesh, scraping and stimulating. The mushroom-like flare of his massive glans pressed relentlessly against her deepest spot—her cervix—creating an overwhelming pleasure she’d never known whenever he shifted.
Like this… something this big and hard… it’s all inside me right now…
“How’s it feel, Seoyeon-ah? Does it hurt? Tell me if it does.”
At his gentle voice, she couldn’t respond. She just shook her head. Her body reacted before her mind could. Unconsciously, Seoyeon wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, instinctively pulling him deeper, craving to take him more completely. Feeling her legs lock around him, Director Park smiled in satisfaction. He caressed her breasts softly as he began to move with even greater skill.
He wasn’t just moving slowly. He thrust deep and slow, but at exquisite angles that precisely targeted her most sensitive spots. At the same time, his hard pubic bone ground relentlessly against her clit. Seoyeon was losing her mind in waves of pleasure—soft yet overwhelmingly powerful—that she’d never felt before. Her pussy contracted and relaxed like a living thing, gripping him tighter in rhythm with his motions. Sensing her body fully opening to him, Director Park moved deeper and gentler still. He didn’t rush. Like savoring her entire body, he rocked his hips at a languid pace, relishing every reaction.
“Haah… hng…”
From Seoyeon’s lips came no longer harsh groans, but the lazy, coquettish mewls of a tamed female cat. Director Park stroked her face tenderly, as if her appearance was utterly adorable. He wiped the sweat from her cheek, then brought his thumb to her lips. Without a word, he slipped it slightly into her mouth. Seoyeon hesitated for a moment. But soon, she began sucking his thumb gently—wrapping her tongue around it, rubbing it against the roof of her mouth, suckling with the force of an infant. The woman who had rejected his fingers as filthy just days ago at the motel was gone. She had completely surrendered to him.
Director Park smiled in satisfaction and whispered in her ear,
“Seoyeon-ah… you like it too… don’t you?”
Seoyeon didn’t answer. She just sucked his finger deeper. He persisted,
“Say it, Seoyeon-ah. Say you like getting fucked by me right now.”
“I… it’s g… goo…”
She struggled to open her mouth and respond—
Riiing—!
The sharp ringtone shattered the bedroom’s silence. It came from Seoyeon’s phone on the bedside table. Still buried inside her, Director Park slowly reached over, picked it up, and handed it to her. The screen read “My Love, Honey.” It was her husband. Glancing at the clock, it was past 7 p.m. She’d left home saying she was meeting a friend, without even texting that she’d eat dinner out.
“Wait… please pull out. I have to take the call.”
Seoyeon pleaded in panic, but Director Park just smiled softly. Far from withdrawing, he seemed to harden even more inside her.
“No… please…!”
She tried to ignore it. But he said,
“You should answer it. Your husband will worry.”
“I don’t want to… not like this…”
She begged, but he snatched the phone from her hand. Staring straight into her eyes, he swiped to answer. Confirming Cheolsu’s voice on the line, he placed it back in her hand.
“Hello? Honey? Why haven’t you picked up?”
Her clueless husband’s affectionate voice came through. The instant she heard it, Director Park—still slowly moving inside her—thrust even deeper.
“Hngh…!”
Seoyeon bit her lower lip hard to stifle the moan threatening to escape.
“S-sorry, honey. I was… talking with my friend… got caught up…”
Cheolsu: “Your voice sounds off. Are you sick? You’re breathing hard.”
At her trembling voice, he asked worriedly. Director Park chuckled silently at the question, breathing hot against her ear as he drove deeper.
“No… I just… climbed some stairs… so I’m out of breath. I’m fine.”
Cheolsu: “Yeah? Where’d you meet your friend? It’s too quiet around you.”
His innocent question chilled her spine. As if to show off, Director Park slid his hand from her breast downward, rubbing her clit firmly.
“Y-yeah… just… a quiet… room in… a cafe. Not many… people.”
Cheolsu: “You eat dinner? It’s late.”
His fingers’ direct stimulation arched her back like a bow. Clutching the bedsheets, she barely squeezed out an answer.
“Y-yeah… just about… to eat now.”
Cheolsu: “Nothing wrong, right? Your voice has been weird. Sounds like you’re crying.”
His persistent worry felt like hell in that moment. Director Park stopped rotating inside her and pressed his glans hard against her most sensitive spot.
“I said no… just… tired, that’s all. Don’t worry.”
Cheolsu: “When will you part with your friend? Don’t stay out too late.”
Director Park resumed his slow thrusts. Seoyeon prayed the call would end soon.
“Yeah… I’ll head… home soon. Almost… done.”
Cheolsu: “But I keep hearing noises… like a bed creaking.”
He must have caught the sound of their bodies colliding. Director Park thrust harder on purpose, making wet slap-slap sounds.
“Oh… the chair’s… old, that’s why. I keep… moving… so it creaks.”
Cheolsu: “Huh, weird. Never heard that at home. You sound extra tired today.”
His worry was turning to suspicion. Seoyeon was on the verge of tears.
“Sorry… really… I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
Cheolsu: “Okay. Just don’t stay out too late. It’s lonely at home alone.”
At those words, Director Park suddenly ramped up his pace. Like a machine, he pounded her fast and rough.
“…Hngh… yeah… got it. Be… home soon.”
Unconcealable moans seeped into Seoyeon’s voice.
Cheolsu: “Honey? What’s with your voice? Are you crying?”
His tone filled with concern. Director Park ravaged her even harder. Seoyeon couldn’t respond anymore. With trembling fingers, she hit end call.
The moment the line cut, the dam she’d held back burst.
“Haaaaang…!”
She unleashed all the moans she’d suppressed. It was a beastly howl blending pleasure, pain, and shame. Her body arched like a bow in spasms, and Director Park smiled in satisfaction, pounding even more fiercely atop her.