The Miserable Plan
It was a terrifyingly calculated plan.
Kim Namhu had to admit he almost felt sorry for Ha Ji-yeon’s husband.
“Once abortion becomes impossible, I’ll announce the pregnancy, let him propose, and we’ll get married. There were some ups and downs in the middle, but it didn’t matter. My husband acted responsibly. And my parents were satisfied with a son-in-law who’s a prosecutor. So we lived together like normal university students—while they were out playing, I was raising the baby. While they were grinding away at jobs, we partied. The kid’s kindergarten hours are pure free time.”
With her kind of money, hiring a full-time nanny would have been nothing. She had obtained everything she wanted.
As a prosecutor’s wife, no one ever told her to work. She had money, time, and youth on her side.
Her husband received bribes on the side and she had gathered the evidence.
Nothing could stop her from having fun.
Kim Namhu carefully studied Ha Ji-yeon’s expression as she spoke.
A woman who possessed everything.
Yet something still seemed missing.
“But there’s still something you’re missing, isn’t there?”
“How did you know that?”
“I think I know exactly what it is.”
Ha Ji-yeon felt a spark of hope toward Kim Namhu.
At first she had only thought of him as an easy, unusual host.
A man a little older than her daughter.
But even after meeting him twice, he kept pulling her interest tighter.
It wasn’t just comfort.
If it were Kim Namhu, he would probably give her something even more pleasurable.
“Tell me. What is it that’s lacking for me?”
Kim Namhu said with a gentle smile.
“Talking about it would be boring.”
“Then what?”
“You said you have plenty of daytime hours, right? Let’s meet in the afternoon, then.”
Ha Ji-yeon looked as if she was dying to find out what he would do.
She was certain that seeing it in person would be far more enjoyable than any words.
“Then Wednesday at eleven in the morning. In front of The Queen?”
“Perfect.”
Kim Namhu helped her into a taxi and saw her off.
Inside the taxi, Ha Ji-yeon’s face was lit up with excitement.
Wednesday had arrived.
A single day off, but the body of a woman in her early twenties refused to let it rest for even a moment.
He showered, applied his face makeup, and stepped outside.
At ten o’clock he visited a young-people’s brand boutique and bought his outfit in minutes.
In the blink of an eye he looked like any other popular university student.
A tailored suit would have suited him, but being young, this casual style fit perfectly.
He had been training steadily; his shoulders looked broad, and even a muscle-fit half-sleeve with jeans looked sharp.
Then he bought the present for Ha Ji-yeon.
At eleven sharp in front of The Queen, Ha Ji-yeon pulled up in her own car.
She was startled by the clothes on Kim Namhu.
“Doesn’t it look a little too young?”
She worried that a beautiful woman her age buying young clothes for a man would look indecent.
Kim Namhu ignored her comment and offered the gift.
“Here’s your present.”
“What is this?”
Ha Ji-yeon opened the envelope.
A short miniskirt and a cute half-sleeve top.
Clothes that a university girl would wear.
Two emotions hit her at once.
One: I want to wear that.
The other: This looks too youthful for my age.
She voiced the first.
“For my age, this…”
“What’s wrong with that? Weren’t you the one who said you want to play like a young person?”
Ha Ji-yeon was shocked that Kim Namhu had read her so clearly.
The one empty space in her life was the early twenties she had thrown away raising a child.
Even with a nanny, a mother is needed when the baby is small.
She had suffered briefly then, but that time could never be bought with money.
Kim Namhu continued.
“And what’s wrong with it? What does anyone else think? No one in the world lives as comfortably as you do. If they insult you, you’ll be fine. Just have fun with me today. Like the young people now.”
Ha Ji-yeon nodded.
She took the clothes and disappeared into the restroom of a nearby building.
She returned dressed.
Kim Namhu gave her a thumbs-up.
It was a bit late for young clothes, but she now looked like a glamorous older woman who knew how to dress.
Ha Ji-yeon smiled brightly.
It was the biggest laugh she had given since meeting him.
Women signal to men in many ways—faces, bodies, voices, even scent.
Right now she was clearly enjoying herself.
“So shall we go to the amusement park?”
Among all the activities young couples do, an amusement park always ranks first.
Ha Ji-yeon nodded vigorously.
“Actually, I haven’t been to an amusement park since I became an adult.”
After marriage she had no one to go with, and even meeting a host, she couldn’t suggest going to the park.
She drove with pure joy.
She chose the nearest Seoul Children’s Grand Park.
Even though she was already excited, Ha Ji-yeon paid for the most expensive self-guided tickets herself.
They played like two university students—riding every roller coaster, stuffing themselves with the park’s snacks when hungry.
After the night parade they left.
Ha Ji-yeon looked completely satisfied.
And because today’s afternoon date had been so wonderful, she didn’t seem eager to leave Kim Namhu.
Good food is the same—you can never get enough no matter how full you are.
“What do you want to do now?”
Kim Namhu read her eyes and asked.
“Normally, after a university couple date, the obvious next step is…”
“What is it?”
“The man wants to see how far he can go. He’ll suggest dinner, a drink, then take the woman to a motel to make out.”
Kim Namhu tossed out a suggestive joke and watched her reaction.
If she had no intention of sleeping with him, he should stop here.
Even in his current state, it was clear she would become his regular client.
Ha Ji-yeon laughed like an adult.
“So if a university girl has a man she likes, what does she do?”
“What do you mean?”
“She acts tipsy, tells the man she wants him to take her somewhere. While he’s in the bathroom she rushes to fix her makeup. On the way home she pretends she’s too drunk to walk any farther.”
They finished the conversation and moved at once.
They found a cheap Italian restaurant nearby, ordered pasta and steak to share, and brought beer.
The conversation was the same as before.
They said anything.
The words didn’t matter.
No matter what they talked about, the time was pleasant.
After the meal Ha Ji-yeon naturally leaned her head on Kim Namhu’s shoulder.
She really seemed drunk.
Kim Namhu was unsure whether it was act or real.
Ha Ji-yeon whispered seductively.
“I don’t think I can make it home tonight.”
The only man who could hear such a line from a beautiful woman without being tempted was a gay.
“Then where shall we rest?”
Kim Namhu’s words made Ha Ji-yeon nod.
They stood up, paid the bill, and checked nearby motels.
Both had drunk too much to drive, so they walked slowly to the nearest one.
They rented a room, opened the door, and immediately kissed.
Kim Namhu lifted her top and cupped her small breasts.
“This motel is my first time.”
“Then where do we have sex?”
“Home or hotel. But doing it here feels more exciting.”
As they kissed, their breaths mingled—the scent of beer.
They became even more intoxicated by it.
Kim Namhu lowered his head and sucked her breasts.
At the same time Ha Ji-yeon slid her hand down, removed his pants and underwear, and wrapped her fingers around his cock.
She stroked the shaft, teasing the head.
Then, unable to hold back any longer, she knelt in front of him.
She took his cock into her mouth and began to suck.
Her fellatio skills were basic—enthusiasm outweighed technique, and her movements were clumsy.
Clumsy Fellatio
The scene continued with heightened tension and mutual desire.