Chapter 48: The Change
After finishing breakfast, Director Park sips his coffee with a satisfied look, gazing out the window. Seoyeon approaches him and naturally rests her head on his shoulder.
"Nice weather today," he says. "Want to go on a date?"
"Pardon?" Seoyeon lifts her head in surprise at his unexpected words.
Director Park gently strokes her cheek and smiles. "Let's go to the department store. Serbangnim should buy his little puppy some pretty clothes."
His voice is so tender it sounds like something he'd say to a beloved lover. A smile mixing joy and shyness spreads across Seoyeon's face.
Heading to the bedroom to get ready, Seoyeon slips into a neat dress and puts on a mask to cover her face. As she reaches for a hat, Director Park, watching from behind, stops her hand.
"No hat."
"But... someone might recognize me..."
"The mask will be fine."
His tone is affectionate, but laced with unyielding command. He wants her to feel that precarious tension of possibly being recognized. Seoyeon sets the hat down without a word.
The department store buzzes with weekend crowds. As soon as they enter, Director Park wraps his arm firmly around Seoyeon's waist, striding as if flaunting his possession. His hand doesn't stop at her waist—it slides down naturally to openly grab her plump ass.
"!"
Seoyeon flinches in shock but can't resist. Ignoring the stares around them, he keeps kneading her ass, rubbing his fingers along the cleft. Even on the escalator, standing behind her, he squeezes her flesh hard and whispers in her ear, "Your ass is so fucking huge. Can't even grab it with one hand."
Passersby glance curiously at the older man groping so blatantly and the young, beautiful woman beside him.
Each time she feels those eyes, Seoyeon's heart drops, fearing recognition. Her face burns with shame, but his strong arm around her waist and the hot touch kneading her ass set her body ablaze against her will.
After shopping for a while, they stop in front of a lingerie store. The saleswoman approaches politely. "Looking for a specific style, ma'am?"
Director Park says nothing, just looks at Seoyeon. She hesitates briefly, then meets the saleswoman's eyes and speaks in a mosquito-like but clear voice. "...Show me... the sluttiest one you have..."
A clear change from their last department store trip. Director Park smiles in satisfaction at her initiative. From the samples the saleswoman brings, Seoyeon picks the most outrageous design without hesitation. It's less clothing than leather straps binding the body—two scant crimson lace patches barely covering her breasts, connected by precarious black straps. The crotch is a single thin string, hiding nothing.
"Go try it on," Director Park orders.
Seoyeon takes it and enters the fitting room alone. Moments later, the curtain parts slightly as she peeks out. "Serbangnim... come in for a second...?" Her voice trembles with embarrassment.
With a pleased smile, Director Park steps inside. There stands Seoyeon in the newly chosen lingerie. The straps barely contain her voluptuous body, transforming the goddess into a perfect amche.
After buying the lingerie, they head to the cosmetics section. "Pick a color that suits your lips," Director Park says. Seoyeon fully grasps his intent now. From the array of lipsticks, she chooses the cheapest, most sensual shade—a blood-red near crimson.
She glances around, turns to face him so only he can see, and slips her mask down to her chin. Without a mirror, she expertly applies the lipstick to her plump lips. With those reddened lips, she breathes hot against his ear and whispers, "How's this...? Am I... slutty?"
Not waiting for an answer, she grabs his hand, brings his index finger to her stained lips, sucks it with a smack, then quickly pulls away and readjusts her mask before anyone notices.
Unable to hold back at her daring tease, Director Park breathes heavily. He pulls her waist tighter and growls, "Fuck... you're driving me insane. Want to fuck you right here."
With that, he loops his arm around her waist and walks on. But his hand moves even more boldly to her ass. No longer satisfied with just kneading, his fingers dig persistently into her cleft over the thin dress fabric.
Seoyeon involuntarily gasps, "Hnng!" His fingers push past her panty line, pressing the sensitive, soft flesh, rubbing up and down slowly.
In the middle of the crowded department store, she's being toyed with in her most private spot by a man far older than her. His touch doesn't stop. Like exploring her body, he grabs the round flesh, then traces down the valley. Each time he presses harder, she swears she feels her hole's entrance through the fabric and panties.
Seoyeon is swept beyond fear or shame into massive arousal. Her breathing quickens under the mask; wetness soaks between her thighs. The thrill of getting caught, the illicit pleasure of being marked as his amche amid the crowds—it all numbs her reason.
Arm-in-arm with him, instead of resisting, she unconsciously grinds her ass into his palm to feel it more. Director Park, missing nothing, smiles in satisfaction and probes her cleft even deeper, flaunting it.
No longer interested in shopping, he leads her to the central glass elevator. He picks one packed with people. In the tight space, he presses right against her back as the doors close and it ascends slowly.
He scans the others, then slides his kneading hand down under her dress hem secretly.
"Hnng...!" Seoyeon gasps. His rough, hot palm grabs her bare ass flesh directly. She tries to twist away in shock, but can't move in the crammed elevator.
His hand doesn't stop. He parts her round cheeks, fingers moving over the thin string panty. The sensation of her already soaked wetness transmits vividly through the fabric. When his finger presses her most sensitive spot, Seoyeon bites her lower lip hard inside the mask to stifle her moan.
"Look at you... creaming yourself in front of everyone, you slut," he whispers hotly in her ear.
She glances at her reflection in the glass wall. Her eyes above the mask are glazed with fear and ecstasy. Here, amid the public that once adored her, she's become one man's amche, secretly violated. The depraved pleasure swallows her last shreds of reason.
Ding—the doors open. Director Park leads out the still-panting Seoyeon as if nothing happened, his hand lingering under her dress on her wet panties. Her legs weak, she clings to his arm.
Done shopping, they get in the car. He starts the engine and drives onto the road. Gazing at his profile, Seoyeon still burns from the department store thrill. No longer waiting for orders, she releases his arm and slips her hand slyly onto his thigh.
"Serbangnim... driving must be tiring, right?" Her voice drips like honey.
Director Park chuckles without looking away. Taking it as permission, Seoyeon unbuckles, leans over from the passenger seat. In the cramped car, she wedges her head between his legs, unzips his pants.
His cock springs out, ferociously erect from the store's excitement. She cradles it lovingly in both hands, admires it, then takes it in her mouth.
She doesn't deepthroat right away. Instead, she blows hot breath to warm it, teases the tip with her tongue tip, tasting.
Smack, slurp...
Soon her hot tongue works in earnest, drenching his shaft in saliva, licking the entire length like brushstrokes with devotion.
Slurrrp, slurp, slurp... She makes it extra sloppy and lewd on purpose. The car fills with obscene sounds.
Director Park keeps one hand on the wheel, the other gently grabbing her hair—not forcing, just letting her technique draw pleased groans from him.
Now she devours his massive cock fully. Her hot, wet mouth engulfs it to the root.
Gulp... sluuuurp...! The sound of her throat filling echoes in the car. She flexes only her tongue root, massaging him from inside with advanced skill.
His thighs tremble finely. Unable to hold back, he breathes raggedly. "Ah... gonna cum...!"
One hand on the wheel, the other presses her head firmly so she can't pull away. Seoyeon readies herself eagerly. His hot, familiar serbangnim essence floods her mouth. Thick, musky semen fills her.
This taste proves she's his. Eyes squeezed shut, she swallows every drop of the hot, saliva-thickened load.
Finally spent, the car pulls into the underground parking of his officetel.