Prologue: Trembling Hands
Trembling hands. Adorned with a glittering jade ring, she slowly knelt before the man in front of her.
Addressing the man in traditional robes lounging arrogantly in his chair—a man at least ten years her junior, though she had just turned thirty—she spoke in a quivering voice.
"Please... Young Master... I beg you... save my husband..."
Her plea dripped with desperation. In response, a slow smile crept across the man's lips.
"So, that means you'll give me what I want, won't you, Madam?"
"...Ugh..."
His question carried a thick undercurrent of anticipation. After several moments of hesitation, she reached up with shaking hands and removed the hairpin from her hair.
A symbol of her marriage vows, crafted from red jade and gold—something she once believed she would only unveil before her husband. She placed it carefully on the floor before him.
Then, standing straight once more, her face flushed crimson as she bit her lip. Slowly, she lifted her skirt.
Just as he had instructed earlier, she wore no undergarments there. Exposing her shameful core fully, she uttered words she never thought she'd say, her voice laced with humiliation.
"Young Master... ngh... please... please ravage me... Do... do with this body as you desire... Use me however you wish...!"
A declaration of submission, steeped in shame and despair.
Watching her offer herself like this, the man slowly rose from his seat. The long, painstaking scheme of the past several months had finally borne its sweet fruit.
Feeling a profound joy... a deep sense of accomplishment, he extended his hand toward her—the woman before him, whom he would describe in his own words as "ripe."
His cold fingertips brushed her intimate folds. The simultaneous sensation of moist warmth and softness, along with the faint tremor hidden within, filled him with even greater ecstasy.
Like a musician playing an instrument, he began to move his fingers slowly.
"Hngh!... Hnngh..."
Twitching reactions accompanied by lewd moans. Though she was a married woman and timidly tried to resist, pleasure began to erode her resolve all the same, revealing the female beneath.
Taking in the sight, the man—Han Taeyang—savored the moment as a hunter claiming his married prey.
A wicked smile on his lips, he began to slowly "butcher" the woman caught in his trap.
'As expected… MILFs are the truth!'