The Widow Maid's Forbidden Heat
“Uh… how… how could Madam be in such a… state…”
The sight of Lee So-young right before her eyes left Yoo Cheon-hyang’s mind in utter chaos. Lee So-young’s pupils were drowned in ecstasy. Her trembling lips, soaked in pleasure, curved into a smile as she endlessly leaked moans, whispering the word Master over and over.
“Hngh!… Hnng… Maaasteeer… Heeeung…”
Her voice mingled dog-like barks with moans as she surrendered her body to pleasure. Tears welled in her eyes, and a twisted smile hung on her lips. There was no trace left of the dignified lady. She looked more wretched than a common whore from a brothel—a grotesque, pitiable sight.
Watching Lee So-young thrash in ecstasy, Yoo Cheon-hyang’s own face flushed hot. She panted for breath, her hand mindlessly rubbing her crotch, swept away by the scene… and she began to feel her own body heating up.
Wh-what… is this…? Why… why is my body… getting so hot? Madam’s… Madam’s moans… why do they ring in my ears like this…
In her half-lost reason from the extreme shock, a forbidden curiosity began to creep up unbidden. Yoo Cheon-hyang’s gaze locked firmly on Lee So-young’s body, her breathing growing rougher by the second. At some point, she unconsciously clutched her breast. And between her legs, in that place long forgotten by any man… a subtle, seductive heat began to emanate.
I’m… just a lowly servant who serves her master… so why… ngh… Ma… Madam… I never imagined… she was that lewd…
Trembling breasts. Sweat trickling down. And the young master’s hands freely ravaging them. Seeing the rapturous expression bloom on the woman’s face before her, the taboo desire surpassed mere curiosity, slowly infiltrating Yoo Cheon-hyang’s body and mind.
Her fingers slipped furtively under her skirt, her lips parting unwittingly. Her body, widowed for so long, instinctively reacted to the long-forgotten heat.
Hngh… ngh… H-how can I do such a thing… a mere servant like me… watching Madam endure this and feeling like this…
Self-reproach surged, but even that couldn’t extinguish the flames of pleasure. Yoo Cheon-hyang’s eyes were completely captivated by Han Taeyang’s fingers plunging into Lee So-young’s pussy, her body unconsciously mimicking the scene with her own hand.
Ngh! …Ah… No… I can’t… this is wrong… hngh!… B-but… my body… it’s too hot…
The spark of desire now blazed uncontrollably. Yoo Cheon-hyang’s legs parted languidly, her hand delving deep into her skirt to stir her most sensitive spot. In that moment, a small moan escaped her lips. She’d relieved her urges alone many times before, but the sensation now was on another level entirely.
And just as she was about to lose herself completely in the swamp of pleasure—
No… I can’t! Nghhh!!!
Yoo Cheon-hyang bit her lip until it bled. The sharp pain snapped her back to her senses.
“…P-please… excuse me. I-I’ll take my leave now…”
*
Yoo Cheon-hyang fled the scene in haste. Watching her teeter on the brink of succumbing to the atmosphere only to pull herself together at the last moment, I felt a spark of interest.
Yoo Cheon-hyang… In the original story, she ended up as an unexpected ally to the protagonist.
She quietly disapproved of Han Taeyang inwardly and fed bits of information about him to the protagonist. Since the original Han Taeyang was an outright bastard, her actions came off positively to readers—but from my position now, having become that Han Taeyang, it was anything but welcome.
That said, I didn’t harbor any particular grudge against her. In the original and even now, her master was solely Lee So-young. The backstory implied tacit approval from Lee So-young herself, so she’d fulfilled her loyalty in her own way.
The issue was how someone like her would process this situation—the sight of her master utterly conquered by my hands.
Yoo Cheon-hyang wouldn’t blab easily. She might seem loose-lipped, but she kept what mattered under wraps. She wouldn’t carelessly spill anything harmful to her lady.
But with her strong loyalty, she wouldn’t just stand by idly in the face of this abnormality either.
She wasn’t my original target… but maybe I should make a move on her side too…
Shelving the thought for now, oblivious even to whether Yoo Cheon-hyang had left, I twisted the throbbing clit of Lee So-young panting in my arms even harder.
“Maa… maaaasteeeeer!!!”
Lee So-young reached her climax, faithfully obeying to the end. As she sprayed what might have been urine or her juices onto the floor and passed out, a cold smile crept across my lips.
*
Barely reining herself in from tumbling into dangerous territory, Yoo Cheon-hyang rushed to the annex where her daughter slept. There lay her child, blissfully unaware in slumber. Seeing this calmed her chaotic mind somewhat.
What… what did I just witness…? No way… did Madam really… with Young Master Han Taeyang…
If she’d caught Lee So-young naked and entangled with some outsider in bed, she might have accepted it innocently. Ah, even Madam is a woman after all. No matter how refined, she struggles to tame her lust like I do.
But… that relationship just now… it was all wrong, no matter how you look at it…
Blood or not, they were still stepmother and stepson. Even if Han Taeyang held the family’s real power, how could he do that to his own mother? And their act wasn’t some lovers’ tryst—it was purely dog and master.
Lee So-young had worn a genuinely joyful smile, panting and barking like a bitch under his touch… yet the sheer abnormality of it made Yoo Cheon-hyang slowly shake her head.
No… that can’t be… Madam isn’t like that… She’s always so noble and graceful… even to a lowly servant like me, she extended such warm kindness… like the sun itself. There’s no way she’d truly consent to something like this.
There had to be something more. No matter how starved for a man a near-widow might be, how could she do something so absurd with her own son? Having served Lee So-young for years, Yoo Cheon-hyang prided herself on knowing her lady’s strength and dignity intimately. And though she thought things had improved a bit after the recent marriage, she knew all too well what a wastrel Han Taeyang was from a lifetime of observation.
She was certain some filthy scheme lay behind it—the dirty machinations of Han Taeyang forcing Lee So-young to perform that degrading act. Even as she seemed lost in pleasure, hadn’t thick tears streamed from her eyes?
This conviction, rooted in her faith in her lady, led Yoo Cheon-hyang to conclude it was all coercion… and naturally, to one inescapable resolution.
I have to… save Madam… from that bastard Han Taeyang’s filthy hands… It won’t be easy, but as one who’s received her grace all these years, I’ll do whatever it takes…
Lee So-young wasn’t just a mistress—she was the one Yoo Cheon-hyang had sworn her life to serve. Though merely a lowly female servant, not a scholar, she knew loyalty well and carried it deep in her heart.
Even if it cost her everything, she was prepared to sacrifice herself for her lady.
But… how? How can I save Madam…?
Her loyalty had steeled her resolve. Yet harsh reality weighed heavily. Her burning will to save her lady clashed with her status as a servant, and even more with the young master’s power and authority strangling her throat.
A clumsy move could worsen everything, leaving her to die like a dog. Thoughts and determination swirled, but no clear path emerged, and time slipped by.
And the next night.
“Young master… summons me?”
“Yes, he calls for you urgently. Hurry along.”
“…”
The man summoning her at bedtime. Tension gripped Yoo Cheon-hyang, but perhaps this was her chance. With cautious steps, she began to move.