The Condition
Seoyeon lifts her trembling hand to grab her phone and taps the number saved as 'My love, honey.' The line rings a few times before Cheolsu's warm voice comes through.
"Hey, honey!"
"..."
Seoyeon can't bring herself to speak. Director Park grabs her chin and presses his cock against her lips. With no choice, she takes it into her mouth.
Cheolsu: "Hello? Honey? Why aren't you saying anything?"
Director Park doesn't move. He simply savors the feeling of his cock inside her mouth, watching to see how she'll navigate this crisis.
"...Ah, honey... sorry. Smack... just... lost in thought for a sec."
She barely manages the words, moving only the lips not wrapped around him.
Cheolsu: "Yeah? Having fun with your friends? Where are you right now?"
To answer, Seoyeon pulls him out of her mouth for a moment. Then she slides him back in and sucks gently.
"...Mm... just now... about to... smack, slurp..."
Cheolsu: "You still haven't eaten? It's getting late for dinner. What're you having?"
With his cock filling her mouth, she endures the pressure on the base of her tongue and replies.
"...Pa... hmph...sta... (pasta)"
Cheolsu: "But your voice sounds weird. Like your nose is stuffed."
Her pronunciation is completely garbled from speaking around his dick in her mouth.
"...Yeah... nohihya (no), just... smack... kinda... cold... I guess... slurp..."
Cheolsu: "Who'd you meet up with? Must be nice seeing old friends."
She pulls him out once more to speak.
"...Friends from high school... close ones..."
Then she licks the tip of his glans again.
Cheolsu: "Sounds good. I'm just heading home from work now too. Extra tired today."
Instead of replying, she takes him deep into her throat.
"Gulp..."
Cheolsu: "Honey? What's wrong? What was that noise?"
She spits him out in a panic.
"...No, just... got something caught in my throat."
Cheolsu: "Okay, be careful. Anyway, when will you be home?"
Director Park strokes her cheek with a smug smile.
"...Hmph... s-soon... I'll head back... hmph, smack..."
Cheolsu: "Got it. Come home safe. I'm almost there."
Instead of answering, she massages his balls with her hand while sucking him off.
Cheolsu: "Why no reply? You hear me?"
She can't respond anymore. His cock completely blocks her throat.
"... Gluck... gluck gluck... (Yeah... got it...)"
Cheolsu: "Your pronunciation's all off. You sure you're not sick?"
She shakes her head and sucks him even harder.
"...Hmph... nohihya... (no)..."
Cheolsu: "What's up with you, Seoyeon... Anyway, I'm home soon, so we'll talk then. Love you."
At his final tender words, hot tears spill from Seoyeon's eyes. Unable to reply, she simply ends the call.
With the line dead, Seoyeon lets hot tears stream down her face, his cock still in her mouth. Her husband's sweet "love you" stabs her heart like a dagger. Realizing the horrific betrayal she's committing against this man, an overwhelming guilt makes her whole body shudder.
Director Park gently strokes her hair. With a satisfied smile, he whispers in her ear as she pants from the aftershocks of pleasure.
"Good girl, my Seoyeon. You're... award-worthy acting material."
He softly lifts her chin, pulling his cock from her mouth. But his expression quickly hardens into mock offense.
"But I haven't cum yet, and you hang up on your own? That hurts serbangnim's feelings."
At his low rebuke, Seoyeon can't lift her head, a mix of guilt and strange emotions swirling inside her. She murmurs an excuse.
"S-sorry... I really... couldn't help it anymore..."
Thinking she needs to make it up to him, she crawls forward and takes his still-hard cock back into her mouth.
Director Park gently grabs her by the hair.
"Guess I can't let you go home tonight. You broke your promise."
"What? N-no! Please... I told Cheolsu I'd be right back... Please... let me go, serbangnim..."
Seoyeon begs earnestly. Director Park savors the sight, flashing a cunning smile.
"Fine. Then I'll add one condition."
He leans down and whispers an unimaginable, brazen demand into her ear. Seoyeon's face drains of color in horror. But with his cock still in her mouth, she slowly nods, her eyes filled with resolve.
Satisfied with her submission, a pleased smile curls on Director Park's lips.
Now it was time to end this shameful game. Seoyeon squeezes her eyes shut. Like a master actress, she decides to embrace the moment fully. Her lips become a hot, wet vacuum swallowing his massive shaft whole, sucking with ferocious intensity.
"Smack, smack, slurrrp!" The sounds are even sloppier and more obscene than before. Her tongue writhes like a living thing, relentlessly licking the sensitive groove under his glans, tracing every thick vein along his shaft to tease him. Her hands cup his heavy balls, kneading and rocking them in rhythm with her bobbing head.
"Hmph... Serbangnim... ah... it's... so... big..."
Mixed with moans, lewd words now laced with genuine desire pour from her. The pleasure is real, and she chooses honesty. After about five minutes of devouring him like a madwoman, Director Park groans like a beast and unleashes everything into her mouth.
Seoyeon gags but accepts every thick, hot rope of his semen, determined to pass this final trial, not spilling a drop.
Once he's finished, Seoyeon says nothing. She silently dresses, grabs her bag, and leaves the officetel without looking back.
She hails a cab in a hurry and races home. The moment she arrives, Cheolsu flings open the door with a beaming face.
"Honey! Finally! I was waiting forever!"
Seeing his innocent smile, a crushing guilt tears at Seoyeon's heart. Pretending nothing's wrong, she flashes a grin.
She heads straight for the bathroom. Locking the door, she stands before the mirror with her phone. She opens her mouth wide. On her tongue, mingled with her saliva from holding it so long, Director Park's yellowish cum pools like a river.
Some overflowed, dripping in sticky strands down her chin, already dried into white crusts. Worst of all, a single curly black pubic hair clings starkly to her glossy lips, smeared with cum and ruined lipstick.
Click.
Her face burns with shame, but she snaps the selfie of her most depraved state. Without hesitation, she sends it to Director Park.
She could have spit it into the sink. But she doesn't. It's the final trace of their secret act. Staring at her reflection, she savors the forbidden taste, swallowing it all down with a slow, deliberate gulp.
She cleans her mouth and emerges. Cheolsu eyes her worriedly.
"Honey, why's your face so pale? You sounded off on the phone too... car sickness? Did you puke in the cab...?"
His innocent concern, oblivious to everything, nearly breaks her. She forces a faint smile.
"Yeah... a little. I'm okay now."
But Cheolsu's worry lingers.
"Really... you're fine? Nothing happened earlier?"
His pure fretting stabs deeper than any knife. Desperate to escape the agony, Seoyeon deflects.
"No... I was eating with friends during the call, that's all." She gives a bitter smile. "Just... bad motion sickness. Stomach's still queasy. I'm exhausted... gonna shower first."
Brushing past his shoulder without allowing more questions, she heads to the bedroom. She stands under the scalding shower for ages. Even after surrendering everything to Director Park, seeing Cheolsu floods her with guilt.
She dries off and enters the bedroom. Cheolsu lies on his side, glued to his phone. Feigning normalcy, she turns her back to him and slips into bed.
After a long silence, Seoyeon speaks first.
"I'm sleeping. Night."
Her tone is flat.
"Oh? Uh... night, honey."
Relieved he doesn't pry further, Seoyeon closes her eyes.