She's Too Good for Me (5)
Ugh... Morning sunlight pierced through my eyelids. My whole body ached. It felt like I'd run a marathon all night. Well, it wasn't all night, but cumming three times in one night was no small feat.
I groaned, dragging my heavy body upright.
"Awake already, honey?"
A tender voice came from beside me. I turned my head to see my wife—no, my noona—with her hair neatly tied up, smiling brightly at me. The moment I saw her face glowing in the morning light, all the fatigue from last night vanished like a lie.
"Yeah... good morning, noona."
I kissed her forehead. She always smelled sweet and warm, making last night's wild romp feel like a dream.
Speaking of which, my noona really loves sex. As a guy, I like it too—of course I do. But with her, it was on another level. It wasn't just liking it; she relished it, dominated it. And she was insanely good at it.
Maybe it was because we'd been together so long. Three years dating, one year married—four years total. She knew every inch of my body. Fair enough.
But it went beyond that. She had my erogenous zones mapped out perfectly. She knew exactly where to touch to make me lose it, what stimulation hit hardest. Even spots I didn't know were sensitive—she zeroed in on them like a ghost.
Like that spot last night. And her pacing was god-tier. She'd sense when I was about to cum and slow down, switch spots, control the rhythm. Thanks to her, a premature guy like me pulled off three rounds in one night—a miracle.
Impossible without her.
"What're you thinking so hard about?"
Noona asked, noticing my reverie. I just grinned and pulled her into a hug.
"Just... I love you so much, noona."
"Oh, already? It's morning."
She pretended to be shy but melted happily into my arms. Her soft skin and voluptuous curves pressed against me. Memories of last night flooded back, and I felt a familiar heaviness stirring below.
I shouldn't... But with a wife like this, how could I not?
I hugged her tighter and whispered in her ear.
"Wanna go one more time...?"
My voice was husky with morning drowsiness and desire. Her eyes slowly half-lidded, the sharp gleam turning misty with lazy lust. A sly smile curved her lips.
"One more time~?"
Her voice dripped like honey into my ear, sweet and sticky.
"You might not make it to work, honey. You sure that's okay?"
Her words said no, but her body screamed yes. Her soft arm slinked around my neck; her torso leaned in close. Her plump red lips parted slightly, hovering like they might devour me.
My gut tightened with heat. But then it hit me—she never stopped at one. I'd lit the fuse; she'd burn until it blazed out of control. Last night's helpless surrender under her flashed in my mind. No way I could handle that intensity again so soon.
I pecked her teasing lips quick and light. A soft smack echoed in the room.
"Let's do it after I get home."
I gripped her shoulders, creating a little distance. She looked mildly flustered.
"Tomorrow's the weekend. We can take our time. Maybe... all night~?"
Her eyes sparkled at "weekend" and "all night." She stared at me intently, then nodded with a pout.
"Fiiine... okay~"
Her drawn-out whine was adorably childish.
"But you have to leave on time today. Promise!"
She hooked her pinky out. I laughed and linked mine with hers.
"Obviously. I'll race back at light speed the second we're done."
With the promise sealed, she shed her sultry aura like it was nothing and became the perfect wife again. She slipped from my arms and stood from the bed.
"Wait just a sec. I'll whip up breakfast quick. Gotta fuel up before work, my hardworking hubby."
She pecked my cheek and left the room. Soon, clattering from the kitchen mingled with the savory aroma wafting in. I lay back, listening with a dopey grin.
......
Friday. The most exciting day of the week. The office vibe was looser than usual. Sometimes, if we got lucky and the section chief was in a good mood, we'd get the special order to knock off an hour or two early.
Not that it ever applied to our team—or rather, me. But today, I desperately wanted even on-time clock-out. We had that promise from this morning.
I stole a glance over the partition at Team Leader Park Ji-eun's profile. Her icy expression fixed on the monitor, fingers flying over the keyboard with flawless precision. Asking her for early leave was like yanking whiskers from a sleeping lion.
Still... I decided to muster courage today. I stood quietly, crept to her desk.
"Um... Team Leader."
My voice shrank involuntarily.
"......"
No response. She was laser-focused on her screen, as if I didn't exist.
I swallowed dryly, summoned more guts.
"Team Leader, if it's okay... could I leave on time today?"
Her fingers froze. But her head stayed glued to the monitor. Silence blanketed the office. I held my breath waiting.
One second felt like a minute.
"......"
Nothing. Ignoring me? Didn't hear? I tried louder.
"Um... Team Leader?"
Finally, her head turned—slowly, so slowly—toward me. Meeting her gaze, I instantly regretted opening my mouth. Her eyes pierced like daggers.
"No."
Ice-cold voice.
"I told you to compile the lists for the client by today—the ones due next week. Have you prepped for the presentation right after the weekend? What about the documents for next month's business trip? You have mountains of work, and you're talking about leaving now, Do-hyun-ssi?"
Her rapid-fire barrage left me bowing my head. She wasn't wrong—not one bit.
"Sorry for the trouble, Team Leader... but tomorrow's Saturday... maybe just this once, early out..."
God knows where I got the nerve. The second the words left my mouth, her glare ignited murderously.
"This once? Does this look like 'this once' to you, Do-hyun-ssi?"
Right then—the office door opened. Other team members slinked out, glancing nervously. A few of ours started packing up too.
But she ignored it all, eyes locked on me. Her resolve seemed ironclad. Overtime confirmed. Despair sank in.
"Hey, Park Team Leader. Still not heading out?"
Savior arrived—the section chief strode in.
"Friday's company tradition: one hour early out, right? You and Kim here pull OT plenty anyway. Make it two hours today. Go on, get outta here."
Team Leader shot the chief a troubled look.
"Section Chief, we still have tons left to—"
"Pfft, you gonna live for work? You'll burn out. Besides, Kim's newlywed, yeah? Push him too hard, his wife'll chew you out. Give the guy a breather."
The chief clapped my shoulder with a wink. I managed an awkward smile.
"Get going, Kim. Wife's waiting."
No more hesitation. I bowed to both in turn.
"Thank you! Heading out first!"
I felt Team Leader's scorching glare on my back but ignored it. Monday might be hell... but later for that.
Right now? Home.
I bolted from the office to the subway. Friday evening rush was packed, but even that felt fun. Way earlier than usual—two hours before regular time.
Noona's gonna flip. I grinned, fighting the smile. No texts—surprise!
I'll ring the bell, door opens, boom! Scare her silly. Imagining her face made my heart race.
Steps to the station, homebound—lightest ever. Punching the apt code, waiting for the elevator felt eternal.
Finally, our door. Deep breath. Quietly unlocked.
Flung it open, yelled my line.
"Noona! I'm home..! Early today, right?!"
No answer to my shout. House dark and silent. No shoes in the entryway.
Huh? Out somewhere?
I kicked off mine, stepped in. Maybe grocery run for weekend feast. Yeah, positive spin.
"Guess I'll watch TV and wait."
Bag tossed on the sofa, I flopped down. Fumbled cushions for the remote.
Then—fingertips brushed something hard, smooth... unsettling.
Hm..?
Peeked under. At first, didn't register. Just a long, black something.
Pulled it out—and froze. Breath caught.
First time seeing one IRL. But online, media? Knew it instantly.
Black, grotesque, forearm-thick... a dildo. Veins bulging realistically.
Overwhelming size—dwarfed my pathetic one.
Tip slick with fluid, like freshly used.
I stared, holding it, brain blank. White noise.