Sweetness
The withdraw button on the site blinked over on the right side of the screen.
It was over five million won.
"Whoa... how the hell did I pull this much?"
Every time before, he had dumped in a hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, three hundred thousand and lost it all. But today he had deposited three hundred thousand and walked away with five million. For an unemployed guy, that was several months of living expenses.
"Took thirty thousand out of the five-hundred-thousand envelope, put it in the account, and made more than fifteen times that."
Hyun-soo figured it was because Jung Na-yeon's wish for him to do well had somehow rubbed off on him. Inside the envelope still sitting to one side, only two hundred thousand in bills remained—the money she had handed him, saying she couldn't have a tenant starve to death.
"Winning money makes even the sunlight look greener."
Sunlight slanted in through the window and laid a neat square of light across the studio floor.
Room 301 was still quiet, and empty cup-ramen containers were stacked in the sink.
"Heh heh heh... just looking at this fills me up."
Yet the number on the screen showed an amount that had nothing to do with this room. Hit withdraw and it would drop straight into his bank account.
"Deposits and withdrawals are rock-solid here, so..."
Downstairs, Jung Na-yeon would be finishing the dishes and fretting over the dinner menu about now.
"Still can't believe it. Me, getting involved with that strict landlady like this."
Truth was, when Hyun-soo first moved in he had been very aware of Jung Na-yeon.
Her full breasts, her face—she was simply too pretty.
And compared to his own twenty-seven years, she didn't look much older.
Around thirty-one, maybe.
Four years' difference at most, he had thought.
Then he found out she was forty-one and nearly fell over.
He had never seen a woman that youthful in his life.
Just then his phone vibrated with a text.
"Speak of the devil."
He checked the message.
She was asking what he felt like eating that evening.
Hyun-soo sent the reply with a smiling-eyes emoticon.
"Not bad at all."
A woman who would go shopping and cook spicy stir-fried pork just for him.
Jung Na-yeon's lush breasts, her sleek body, and the way her pussy had clenched and bitten down on him all rose in his mind.
"Her husband really doesn't make sense. How do you leave a beauty like that who squeezes so well just hanging around?"
If he had been the husband, he would never have left a woman like her alone.
She would already be pregnant and have given birth to at least two kids by now.
In just two days and two rounds, Hyun-soo had fallen hard for Jung Na-yeon's body.
"What a body..."
Just remembering how she had clung to him, moaning and clamping down, was enough to get him hard.
"What do I do with this money?"
Five million was a fortune to an unemployed guy like him.
Maybe buy some clothes? I don't have anything decent to wear anyway.
That wasn't a bad idea either.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Jung Na-yeon checked her phone, saw the "Got it" and the smiling-eyes emoticon, and the corners of her mouth curled up.
"He said he likes it spicy, so maybe I should add some cheongyang peppers..."
She checked her shopping list one more time, got ready for the market, and stepped out the front door.
A married woman going grocery shopping for a man who isn't her husband...
It wasn't normal, but Jung Na-yeon didn't hate the situation one bit.
Time passed, the afternoon sun slanted lower, and yellow light poured through the first-floor kitchen window. Jung Na-yeon was making the spicy stir-fried pork when she suddenly looked up at the clock on the wall.
Four-thirty.
There was still an hour and a half left, and she found it a little funny that she had already started cooking. When her husband was home she never even stepped into the kitchen until after seven. Setting a table for someone who might or might not come home had felt empty. Cooking for the man who was definitely upstairs on the third floor was different. She had the certainty he would come down at six. Jung Na-yeon put the lid on the pot and retied her apron strings.
On the living-room table a KakaoTalk notification from her husband was waiting.
The message he had sent a little earlier.
Jung Na-yeon glanced at the screen and turned the phone off. The word "sorry" no longer reached her heart. Instead she pulled out the cheongyang peppers she had put in the stir-fry, thought about sending Hyun-soo one more text, and picked up the phone again.
Her finger pressed the send button with extra force.
She already planned to tell him not to go back upstairs tonight either.
Five-fifty.
Jung Na-yeon heard the second hand of the wall clock ticking unusually loud.
The spicy stir-fried pork was finished, and five minutes had already passed since the rice cooker chimed that it was done.
She had set the whole table and even lined up the beer cans.
"Did I put out too much?"
The words slipped out alone.
In the kitchen without a mirror she caught a quick look at her reflection in the refrigerator door. The lotion she had put on after her shower still smelled on her wrists. She felt ridiculous wearing the pale purple underwear she never usually put on.
"He's just coming to eat. Why am I going this far?"
She said it out loud while sweeping her hair back.
Time kept closing in. Jung Na-yeon sat down at the dining chair.
Then she moved the beer cans a little.
She could feel her heart speeding up.
"What is a married woman doing?"
Jung Na-yeon pressed the backs of her hands against her burning cheeks. She had never once acted like this waiting for her husband. She had never strained to hear the front-door lock, never checked the clock minute by minute. Yet right now she was listening for footsteps coming down the stairs from the third floor.
A moment later, in the quiet stillness, she thought she heard faint footsteps descending the stairs.
One step, two steps—the soft drag of slippers growing closer. Jung Na-yeon hurriedly stood up and pretended she had just been setting the table all along.
But the corners of her mouth refused to obey. Before the doorbell even rang she was already looking toward the door.
"Come in, it's open."
Her voice came out higher than usual.
"Wow, something smells amazing!"
Jung Na-yeon burst out laughing at the way he walked in sniffing the air.
"What are you, a puppy? Coming in sniffing like that?"
The words were a scolding, but she was smiling with her eyes.
"It smells good."
Hyun-soo answered with a grin and looked at the table.
"You really went all out, huh?"
His pleased reaction at the carefully set table made the corners of Jung Na-yeon's eyes turn red.
She had almost taken a side dish away, worried she had prepared too much—how stupid that seemed now.
"It's not that much. Just putting out the stir-fried pork alone felt wrong, so I used what I had."
Jung Na-yeon sat across from him.
"You said you wanted it spicy, so I put in three cheongyang peppers. Tell me if it's too much."
The hand that scooped rice into a bowl and held it out was completely natural. In only two days the motion of serving someone else's rice already felt like it belonged to her body.
Jung Na-yeon cracked open a beer can, set it in front of Hyun-soo, and met his eyes.
"Eat a lot."
While filling her own bowl she sneaked a look at his clothes.
A stretched-out T-shirt and old-looking cotton pants that had seen better days.
"Buy some new clothes. Is that the only thing you wear?"
It sounded like nagging, but affection lived in her voice.
"I have other stuff, it's just not great."
"Even if it's not great. It looks like that's all you ever wear."
She had never once told her husband to buy clothes. He always bought whatever style he liked on his own. But this man—she felt like she had to take care of him or he would fall apart.
"How you dress when you go out matters too."
"Does it?"
"Of course. Looking put-together is important."
They wrapped the spicy stir-fried pork in lettuce the way Hyun-soo liked, drank the canned beer, and enjoyed the meal thoroughly.
"Haaah... haaa... haaaaah..."
Jung Na-yeon's fingers clenched the blanket as she let out hot, broken breaths.
Ass pushed back, the impacts driving into her from behind traveled straight through her body.
Thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud.
It was nothing like last night's missionary.
The sensation of him plunging all the way to the deepest place made Jung Na-yeon grit her teeth, but she couldn't stop the sounds that slipped out.
"It... it's hitting... all the way inside... coming in so hard... haaah..."
Her head dropped on its own and her messy hair spilled across the pillow.
The heat against her back was scorching.
Every time the hands gripping her waist squeezed her ass, Jung Na-yeon's thighs twitched. The feeling of her pussy being packed full never had time to grow familiar before the rhythm of pulling out and slamming back in drove her crazy.
Thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud.
"Haaah... I told you to go easy on the beer cans..."
"Once I started drinking I got too turned on..."
She hadn't been able to resist the hands that came for her while they were drinking.
"My husband... never did it like this..."
Thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud.
The heavy impacts against her ass—her husband had never fucked her from behind like a beast, this rough and wild.
"Hyun-soo... slower... ah... no... harder... uhhhn!"
Her pussy clenched on its own and dragged him deeper.
Thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud.
The hard thrusts and the wet slap of skin made Jung Na-yeon cry out short, sharp sounds.
"Ah!"
A shiver raced up her spine and goosebumps rose all the way to the nape of her neck.
"Hold my hand..."
"I've got it... hhhk... your pussy's... really... biting down hard..."
Thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud.
When the hand from behind laced its fingers tightly through hers, Jung Na-yeon trembled. Hyun-soo's hips slamming into her ass filled the room with wet, filthy sounds.
The faster the rhythm from behind became, the hotter her pussy burned, and Jung Na-yeon squeezed the hand she held and poured out moans that were almost screams.
"Aaaah...! Ah... keep going... inside... haaak...!"
Every time he struck the deepest point her whole body convulsed with electric pleasure. Without any say from her will, her pussy clamped down and sucked at him as if it refused to let him pull free.
"It feels so good... your ass is so pretty... hhk... hhhk!"
Being called delicious was embarrassing, but being told her ass was pretty was even worse.
She had started to wonder if her body had lost its appeal, yet this man got this excited over her.
"Idiot... don't... say things like that... it makes it... weirder..."
She lowered her upper body and pushed her ass up even higher.
Into the perfect position to be fucked.
Still gripping his hand, Jung Na-yeon turned her head to the side and looked back.
Her sweat-slick nape, the hips crashing into her ass, and the fingers locked tight around her own. The moment that sight hit her eyes, Jung Na-yeon felt herself reaching orgasm.
"I'm... going to... come... Hyun-soo... don't let go of my hand...!"
Her knees shook and her legs spread wider. Hot juices spilled from inside her pussy and ran down her thighs.
Thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud.
When the sounds against her ass grew even rougher, Jung Na-yeon gasped with her mouth open.
"Hnnngh!... haaak... haaah... haaaaah...!"
Her pussy clenched madly and started milking him.
"I... I'm coming... come with me... Hyun-soo...!"
Climax crashed over her and her entire body shuddered. The ring on her left ring finger trembled, trapped between Hyun-soo's fingers.
"I'm coming with you... I'll fill you up...!"
Thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud.
Slamming hard into her ass, Hyun-soo felt the rush of orgasm and poured everything out right there.
"Aaaah...!"
Her pussy convulsed and clamped down, sucking at the semen flooding her insides.
When it was over her legs gave out and she nearly collapsed forward.
"There's so much... really... so much..."
Hot cum kept leaking from her pussy and sliding down the insides of her thighs.