Seducing the Married Woman
Her inner walls twitched and clenched around him, sucking him in with no room to escape—a sensation that startled even Jung Na-yeon herself.
“It’s strange… my… body… feels so strange… Hyun-soo… haaah… it won’t stop… inside… it keeps… squeezing…”
Every time his cock drove into her soaked pussy, wet, squelching sounds rose from where their bodies joined.
Schlick… schlick-schlick…!
Any shame had long since drowned beneath the pleasure.
“Clamping down on my cock like this… just proves… how starved you’ve been…”
“D-don’t say… aaah… there… again… haaah… I’m going crazy… I’m really going to lose my mind…!”
With every thrust Hyun-soo delivered, Na-yeon’s body slid upward across the sheets before she lifted her hips on her own to take him even deeper. The bedding crumpled; the pillow was shoved aside. Her sweat-slicked breasts crushed against his chest as she wound her arms around his neck and panted hotly against his ear.
“It feels good… haaah… so good… for two whole years… I never knew… ah… it could feel this good…?”
“I like it too… hngh…!”
Schlick… schlick… schlick…
Na-yeon’s inner walls began to contract in irregular spasms. The flesh of her thighs trembled as she locked her legs tighter around his waist, pulling him in harder.
“Hyun-soo… something’s wrong with me… I think… something’s… coming… ah… nooo… if this happens… I’ll really…!”
Tears that had gathered at the corners of her eyes spilled down her cheeks. She bit her lip, but it was useless. Unable to hold back the moans that kept bursting free, she pressed her mouth to his again, naturally sliding her tongue inside to swallow the sounds. Her pussy clenched around him like mad, refusing to let his cock go.
“It’s okay if you come… I’m about to finish too…!”
Schlick-schlick-schlick.
Even as he pounded into her dripping hole with rapid thrusts of his hips, those words snapped the last thread of control inside Na-yeon.
Her body thrashed across the blankets in time with the quickening pace.
“Ah… aaaah!… Faster… t-too fast… b-but… don’t stop…! Please… don’t stop…!”
Schlick-schlick-schlick!
Her head tipped back, chin lifted high, and she no longer tried to muffle the screams that tore from her throat. The wet slap of pussy and cock filled the room; the juices that spilled between them soaked the sheets.
“Aaaah…!”
Her insides convulsed wildly, sucking his cock in and pushing it out over and over.
“I’m… going to… come too… really… Hyun-soo… together… come with me… haaah…!”
The legs wrapped around his waist tightened, dragging him closer. Her arms locked around his back so he could neither escape nor pull free.
“All the way… to the very end…!”
Her walls clenched as if they would burst, then began to spasm.
Na-yeon’s eyes rolled halfway back; her mouth fell open in a silent cry of ecstasy.
“I… I’m coming…!”
Schlick-schlick-schlick!
“C-coming… I’m… cominggg…! Aaaaaaah!!!”
Every muscle in her body locked as her pussy seized his cock. Her inner walls squeezed as if wringing him dry, and a rush of fluid poured out of her.
At the same moment the hot pulse of his release flooded her depths, tears streamed freely from Na-yeon’s eyes.
“It’s hot… filling me… so full… haaak… haaah… haaaah…”
“That was the best… hngh… hah… hah…”
Still locked in each other’s arms, only their ragged breathing filled the room. Na-yeon’s legs had not yet loosened; her walls continued to flutter around his cock in intermittent spasms, refusing to release him. They lay panting, bodies slick with sweat, until at last she murmured,
“You idiot… you came inside me.”
There was no resentment, no anger in the words—only a soft laugh woven through them.
“I… couldn’t help it… hah… hngh…”
She tightened the arms around his back and pulled him closer still.
“It’s okay… it was a safe day…”
Before the sentence even finished, her eyelids grew heavy.
It was a night in which two years of loneliness melted away all at once.
The next morning.
Sunlight slipped through the gaps in the curtains.
Jung Na-yeon was already awake.
She had been gazing down at Hyun-soo’s sleeping face for a long while. In sleep he looked every bit his twenty-seven years—so young it was hard to believe he was the same man from the night before. His eyelids fluttered, then slowly opened. When their eyes met she did not look away. A gentle smile curved her lips.
“Did you sleep well?”
Her voice was nothing like the night before—calm, warm, touched with a hint of shyness.
“Yes, I slept well. What about you, ma’am?”
“Me too… I slept well for the first time in a long while.”
Na-yeon had already changed. A neat T-shirt and comfortable pants, hair pulled into a single ponytail with her bangs tucked behind her ears—she looked every inch a polished city beauty.
“Go wash up and come out. Breakfast is ready.”
The tone was natural, as if they had been together for years. She rose from the bed and lightly pressed the back of her hand to his forehead.
“No fever.”
“Fever?”
“You sweated a lot last night.”
“Didn’t you sweat more than I did, ma’am?”
At his teasing remark her face flushed and she turned her head away.
“Hurry up. It won’t taste good if it gets cold.”
On the kitchen table a steaming breakfast waited. Freshly cooked white rice, rolled omelet, kimchi, and a spicy radish soup—simple, yet prepared with care.
Na-yeon watched Hyun-soo take his seat, then settled across from him. She simply stared as he ate.
“Hyun-soo…”
She spoke in a soft, gentle voice.
“About last night… I don’t regret it. I don’t…”
Her gaze drifted over the table before settling on his eyes again.
“But I still don’t know what it was. Revenge? Loneliness? Or maybe…”
She trailed off and poked at the omelet with her chopsticks.
“A married landlady shouldn’t do this with her tenant…”
A self-mocking laugh escaped her, yet the look she fixed on him was unmistakably full of affection.
“Don’t worry about it so much.”
Hyun-soo spoke while spooning up soup.
“Like I said yesterday, this is revenge. You didn’t start it—your husband cheated first, right? So there’s no reason for you to feel guilty.”
His words were bold—almost shameless, depending on how one heard them.
“Eat plenty. You used a lot of energy last night.”
Watching him, Na-yeon curled the corner of her mouth upward.
When she thought about it, he was right. Her husband was the one who had strayed—why should she alone carry the guilt? She bit her lip, then nodded.
“I liked it too…”
She spoke with her head lowered, the skin beneath her eyes faintly red.
“Maybe because it had been so long… I can still feel it…”
Embarrassed by her own honesty, she slurped the spicy radish soup.
“Same here… I can still feel it too.”
“……”
She knew exactly what “that feeling” meant—the sensation of him buried inside her pussy.
As if to change the subject, Na-yeon took out a white envelope and slid it across the table toward him.
“What’s this?”
Hyun-soo stared at the envelope in surprise.
“You said you didn’t even have money for meals. I put five hundred thousand won in there. Don’t starve for a while—eat properly.”
Her tone was gentle, yet the fingertips pushing the envelope trembled slightly.
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to take this?”
When he asked again, she nodded.
“Don’t look at me with those eyes. It’s not anything weird.”
She popped a piece of omelet into her mouth and averted her gaze.
“As the landlady, it would be a problem if my tenant starved to death. Just… think of it as a loan. Pay me back when you have some breathing room.”
As excuses went, it was clumsy. After the way she had given him her whole body the night before, the word “loan” hardly fit. She seemed to know it too; she pushed food around her plate with her chopsticks and fell silent.
After a long quiet, she spoke again.
“And… meals. You can eat here from now on.”
She busied herself clearing the empty dishes, carefully avoiding his eyes.
“Anyway, when I cook for one, there’s always leftovers that go to waste. It’s a waste.”
Another excuse.
“It is a waste…”
Hyun-soo looked at her and smiled faintly.
At last Na-yeon lifted her gaze to him.
“In exchange, you do the dishes. Nothing’s free.”
The words were playful, yet the expression that spread across her entire face made it clear she did not mind sharing breakfast with him at all.
After the meal Hyun-soo climbed back up to the third floor and entered his own studio.
Room 301 was exactly as he had left it the night before—cup-ramen containers stacked in the sink, laundry heaped in a corner, a desk coated in dust. Morning light streaming through the half-open window mercilessly illuminated the shabby room.
Once the footsteps from downstairs faded on the stairwell, only silence remained, as it always did.
“So I’ve got five hundred thousand won now.”
Hyun-soo muttered, staring at the envelope in his hand.
Just then his smartphone buzzed.
The name on the screen was the landlady’s.
He opened the message she had sent.
The message was calm, yet it was something the Na-yeon of yesterday would never have sent.
A landlady asking her tenant to run an errand for birth control and asking what he wanted for dinner.
That had never happened before.
Then another message arrived.
Another excuse.
The same kind of excuse she had offered at the breakfast table.
Clumsy words from someone who had approached first and then scrambled for a reason.
Hyun-soo let out a quiet laugh and typed his reply.
He switched off the screen and stepped out of the studio once more.