Department Store Date
She wraps her thin cardigan tightly around herself, hiding her face and those humiliating marks from prying eyes as she hurries out of the company building. Back home at last, Seoyeon finds herself alone in the empty apartment, and a strange sense of regret surges through her. She pretended otherwise, but deep down, she had gone out with expectations. Yet after just giving him a blowjob in that stairwell corner, an unquenched thirst gnaws at her.
She strips off her clothes to change, and there on her sleeveless top, his semen stains have dried and hardened with time. But the spot still reeks of Park Isang's thick, musky male scent. The moment she inhales it, his massive cock flashes vividly in her mind. Unable to hold back any longer, Seoyeon clutches the stained top, slips off her panties, and climbs onto the bed. She presses her fingers to her most sensitive spot and begins pleasuring herself.
She brings the cum-stained fabric to her nose, inhaling deeply as she moans and murmurs, "Huu... Ah... Director... I miss you..." Her fingers softly rub her wet pussy. Her other hand slides up to her chest, pinching and twisting the exposed nipple without even her shirt on. Pleasure spreads through her entire body.
"I wish... Director's cock... was inside me again..." Her fingers move faster, rougher. Now she slides one inside herself, pressing firmly on her G-spot just like he did. "Hng... I... I can't live without you anymore, Director..." She mimics him by sucking her own nipple into her mouth while her other hand ravages her pussy. Finally, with a whimper of total surrender, she gasps her last words: "I've become... a filthy... slut..." From her lips spill lewd pleas for another man—not her husband—mingled with her moans.
After masturbating intensely for a while, her phone suddenly buzzes. Thinking it might be a text from Director Park, she grabs it in a panic. But it's from her husband.
Seoyeon feels a surge of irritation at her husband's message. She tosses the phone irritably onto the bed and dives back into her self-pleasure, even more fiercely than before. She sucks on the cum-stained fabric, fingers her pussy wildly, and murmurs around imaginings of Director Park's enormous cock. "Ah... Director's cock... those... thick veins... throbbing... Hng...! The mushroom head... so huge... pounding my womb like it would tear it apart... Ah... that feeling... I want to feel it again... again...!"
In the throes of her frenzy, she twists her hips and reaches climax. For five minutes after, she lies there dazed, then suddenly remembers her husband's text. She snatches the phone and replies casually, as if nothing happened.
She hurriedly cleans up the traces of her masturbation, stripping the soaked bedsheets and finally heading to stuff the cum-drenched top into the washing machine. Before opening the lid, she buries her nose in it one last time, inhaling deeply. Ecstasy washes over her face. Then, as if nothing happened, she tosses it into the laundry basket.
With all evidence erased, a false peace settles over her. Seoyeon showers and changes into comfortable clothes. Moments later, the front door lock beeps, and Cheolsu enters, pork cutlet bag in hand. "Honey, I'm home! Got it from the best place!"
"You worked hard, dear." Seoyeon greets him with the perfect wife's smile, as if nothing occurred. But inside, turmoil churns. She loathes herself for pleasuring herself to another man just moments ago, reveling in his traces.
They sit at the table for dinner. "Man, this place's pork cutlet is the best," Cheolsu says, beaming like a child. But soon his face sours as he vents about work. "Ugh, today Director Park pissed me off so bad. Super busy, and he just vanishes for an hour—no sign of him. Work piled up, and I got chewed out."
Seoyeon flinches involuntarily at his words. That missing hour? It's when she spent about sixty minutes on her knees in the company emergency stairs, sucking him off. "Oh... He must've been busy... or something..." She chews her pork cutlet mechanically, mumbling a half-hearted reply. Before her sits her clueless husband, cursing the man who dragged her into hell.
What an absurd situation. Guilt chokes her; food sticks in her throat. "So, honey, what'd you do today? Must've been boring alone all day."
His concerned question makes her heart drop. "Huh? Oh... Just cleaned... watched TV... It's fine." "No plans today, huh?" Cheolsu resumes eating. Watching him, Seoyeon thinks quietly, 'I... can never go back to how things were.' She recalls the cum-stained top in the washer—and that unforgettable scent.
A week passes since that night, with no word from Director Park. In the silence, Seoyeon thinks the storm of that day was preferable. Waiting drives her mad. Her daily routine changes completely. Helping her husband off to work in the morning, cleaning, laundry, preparing dinner—all feel like an act now. She's no longer her old self.
Cheolsu seems to think she's more affectionate lately. To hide her guilt, Seoyeon clings to him desperately. But at night in bed, she can't bear his touch. His ordinary, gentle caresses only sharpen memories of Director Park's violent yet precise sensations.
Her phone has become an instrument of torture. Every ring sends her heart plummeting; even spam texts set her nerves on edge. She dimly realizes she's no longer waiting in fear—but in something else.
It's Thursday afternoon. Seoyeon lounges on the sofa, staring blankly at the TV, when her phone vibrates sharply. It's him.
The message is curt, but it carries an irresistible command. Like a soldier receiving long-awaited orders, Seoyeon leaps up and changes clothes. To avoid recognition, she pulls a brimmed cap low over her face and hides half with oversized, non-prescription horn-rimmed glasses.
At the department store's first floor, luxury cosmetics corner, Director Park waits. Amid the crowds, he beckons her leisurely. "You're late."
"Sorry..." Seoyeon bows her head without thinking. He drapes an arm around her shoulders and leads her to a brightly lit lipstick counter. "Pick the reddest, sluttiest shade here."
He ignores the salesclerk and other shoppers. Seoyeon's face burns with shame, but she obeys, selecting one. He takes it, grabs her chin to make her face him. "Put it on. Right here, right now."
"Pardon...?" "I wanna see it myself. How this red looks on those pretty lips of yours."
With trembling hands, Seoyeon uncaps it. She feels the stares, but can't refuse. Staring into the mirror, she slowly—ever so slowly—reaches to lower her mask. He watches with deep satisfaction.
"That's enough. Stop there." He grabs her hand, halting her, then adjusts the mask back over her ears himself. "Alright, next counter. Shopping day today." Arm around her waist, he heads to lingerie. Seoyeon follows, utterly compliant, a doll in his grasp.
Director Park steers her, arm firm around her waist, to the lingerie section deep in the store. The space overflows with lacy, silken femininity and feminine scents. A young, stylish clerk greets them. "Welcome! Looking for anything specific?"
"Picking a gift for my wife here..." He pulls Seoyeon tighter. "Recommend the sluttiest, trashiest ones. She loves that stuff."
The clerk stiffens but recovers with a professional smile, showing options. He picks the most brazen: a black lace garter belt and T-panty set. "Seoyeon, how's this? Perfect for that ass of yours."
He says it casually before the clerk. Seoyeon's face flames, but she stays silent. "Yeah... this one. Size? Probably the largest. Her ass is huge." He leers at them both. Then to the clerk: "Can she try it on?"
The clerk hesitates. "Lingerie policy—once worn, it's sold." He brushes it off. "We'll buy it anyway. Oh, fitting room over there." Curiously, there's one in the back corner.
"Go try it. Gotta check the fit." Seoyeon takes it silently and heads in. As she reaches for the curtain, he follows and closes it behind them. Alone in the cramped space.
"Wait...!" "I need to see if it fits. Hurry up and change."
Fearing noise, she strips slowly before his eyes without further protest. Naked, he hands her the set with a satisfied smile. Trembling, she dons it. The clerk averts her eyes, pretending to tidy, but the curtain's subtle shakes and his pleased chuckle draw a look of disgust—what a sight.
In the tight fitting room, Director Park appraises her new outfit with satisfaction. Black garter straps hug her pale thighs precariously; the tiny T-panty barely covers her plump ass. "Knew my eye was spot on."
He stands, approaches, strokes the mound of her pussy over the lace. "Hng...!" She trembles involuntarily; he smiles. "This trashy thing makes you look even tastier."
His hands don't stop. He snaps the garter straps playfully from behind, then grabs her full breasts over the bra cups from the front. He savors her bitten lips, stifling moans to avoid detection. After thoroughly groping her, he whispers in her ear: "Good. Now put your regular clothes over this."
"...Pardon?" "Didn't hear? Wear this lingerie underneath, and your clothes on top. All day while we're dating."
She can't resist. Before his eyes, she layers her normal outfit over the humiliating lace. Emerging, the clerk avoids looking, but contempt flickers on her face. When asked about the lingerie, he points at Seoyeon. The clerk scowls, but he pays casually with his card.
"Alright, real dinner time?" He grabs the bag, arms her waist again, and exits. Amid the store's glamour and crowds, they look like lovers. But Seoyeon simply follows, unresisting.
"Alright, real dinner time?" he says cheerfully en route to the parking lot, as if nothing happened. Seoyeon nods silently.
He takes her to Cheongdam-dong's finest hanjeongsik restaurant. Escorted to a reserved private room, she tries not to think what awaits. Dishes arrive like a king's feast. He serves her tenderly. "Eat up, Seoyeon. You worked hard today. I'll take good care of you from now on."
His voice is so soft. She eats what he gives in silence. The gourmet food tastes like sand.
"Cheolsu...? Told him you're home late?" Her breath catches at the sudden question. "...Yes." "Haha, good girl."
Smiling, his hand slips under the table, caressing her thigh. She stiffens, but he ignores it, tracing the edge of her new lace panties—symbol of her shame. "Fits perfect. Don't show my gift to your husband. Got it? This is for my eyes only."
She can't reply, just fiddles with her chopsticks, head bowed. As dinner ends, he raises his wine glass. "So, to my officetel now?" His eyes gleam with lust. Seoyeon nods quietly.
Revulsion and fear swirl in her heart, but beneath it all, a filthy, secret anticipation blooms faintly—for what new pleasures he'll teach her tonight.