Regression
Both of them were perfectly lucid.
They hadn’t drunk enough to lose themselves to lust. Still, they wanted sex, and under the thin pretense of drunkenness they surrendered to the alcohol and groped at each other’s bodies.
Kim Namhu watched Lee Na-eun quietly switch off her phone. He took her hand and led her outside.
The Italian restaurant served drinks as well, and the neighborhood around it was an entertainment district. Finding a motel was easy. Arms around each other’s waists, they stepped into the nearest one. Lee Na-eun paid with her card.
The moment they entered the room, Namhu stripped her clothes off as if he couldn’t hold back another second. He unhooked her bra and seized both breasts, kneading them without restraint, then pressed a fingertip into a stiffened nipple and pushed it inward.
Lee Na-eun had no intention of refusing sex after coming this far. She only wanted to burn through her hunger as quickly as possible. One thing still bothered her, though.
“W-wait a second… At least let me shower first.”
She had been working all day. She worried she might smell strange—and more than that, she worried the smell would cost her this rare chance at sex.
Namhu buried his nose against her throat, drew in a deep breath, and murmured,
“It’s fine. Your scent only makes it harder to hold back, Professor.”
Namhu had always been able to adapt to any kind of sex. Every woman wanted something different, and matching those desires had forged the skill in him. Right now Lee Na-eun was a bitch starved for it. Soft and tender wasn’t what she needed; she wanted it a little rough.
“It seems like you want me too, Professor.”
“Ah—don’t say embarrassing things…”
The instant she trailed off, Namhu claimed her mouth in a wet, clinging kiss. Still kissing her, he shoved his pants and underwear down together. When the kiss broke, what filled Lee Na-eun’s vision was a cock young, firm, thick, hard, and hot beyond any comparison to her husband’s.
Young really is better.
In his former life as a host, Namhu had trained constantly and eaten carefully to keep his stamina sharp. This body needed none of that. Youth alone was enough to deliver overwhelming virility.
“O-oh my.”
Without thinking, Lee Na-eun reached out and touched him. The raw force of that youth sent a shiver through her.
Namhu sat on the edge of the bed as if it were the most natural thing in the world, curious what choice a married woman would make. Her choice was fellatio. She lunged for his cock at once and began sucking it with shameless greed. Mouth alone wasn’t enough; she kneaded her own breasts with one hand and rubbed between her legs with the other. Her lips worked the tip of the glans, tasting the precum, then took him deep until her mouth was full.
Namhu had to grit his teeth and endure it. If she had already been fully worked over, finishing in her mouth and making her swallow wouldn’t have mattered—but he couldn’t let a woman’s first climax of the night end with a blowjob.
“Professor. If you go that hard, I won’t be able to last.”
He lifted her up and kissed the mouth that had just been sucking him, without the slightest flicker of disgust. If you flinched at things like that, you could never have truly sticky, filthy sex.
By that logic, making a woman suck your cock would be off-limits too.
There were lunatics in the world who would force a woman to suck them off and then refuse to kiss her afterward. A professional host who made his living handling women could never be one of them.
Namhu settled Lee Na-eun astride his right thigh, wedging his leg between hers. Through her panties he could feel how soaked she already was. Kissing her, he slid a hand between her legs, hooked the fabric aside, and eased a finger into her. He stroked the inner folds with the pad of his fingertip and tried for conversation.
“Doesn’t it feel strange, doing this with a student?”
“Nnh—asking something like that… in a situation like this…”
She didn’t want a sober conversation. She only wanted to forget everything and sink into pure sex. Namhu kept at it anyway, caressing the soft flesh inside her as he pressed the question. The longer he denied her release, the hotter and wetter she became. When she was slick and shameless enough, Lee Na-eun finally spread herself open with her own fingers and begged.
“Put it in! Enough already—please!”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
He turned her into a rear-entry position and tapped the head of his cock against her twitching entrance. Every little jolt made the hole flutter; it was almost cute. The more he teased her, the fiercer her hunger grew.
While she wasn’t looking, Namhu quickly rolled on one of the cheap condoms the motel provided. His goal was to have sex with Lee Na-eun—not to get her pregnant and ruin his own life.
He pushed into the cunt that had been pleading for him.
“Haaaaah!!!”
The moment she took a cock after so long, Lee Na-eun cried out and came lightly on the spot. Tears of pure joy even pricked at the corners of her eyes. Being loved as a woman was that kind of happiness. Namhu’s cock sank all the way into her, and through it he could feel her walls welcoming every thrust.
Still impaled, Lee Na-eun told him exactly where she wanted to be hit. A married woman laid her desires bare far more readily than a young girl.
“Higher! Drive it in deeper—harder!”
The cruder the language from the young professor, the more delighted Namhu became. A woman who could name her own lust was infinitely more satisfying than one locked inside useless Confucian restraint, lying there like a wooden doll. When a woman truly rejoiced in orgasm, the man driving into her felt it too.
“Then I’ll give it to you harder.”
He pulled both of her arms behind her back and held them, then snapped his hips forward with force.
A shame. I really need to start training again. Without exercise, even a little of this and my stamina…
His cock was still rock-hard. Sex, though, was brutal cardio. Lee Na-eun had spent her whole life sitting and studying; Namhu was doing all the work alone, and he could feel the strain. Driving into her hard, he was already getting short of breath.
I’m going to be sore tomorrow.
The saving grace was that Lee Na-eun, starved for so long, was climaxing almost at once. She had already come alone several times, her walls clamping and clinging to him, her cunt working desperately to milk out every drop of semen.
“I’m going to come too…!”
It was a little early, but the intensity more than made up for it. Lee Na-eun had buried her face in the mattress and was simply taking the pleasure. Namhu shifted from deep, heavy thrusts to short, rapid ones, grinding his glans mercilessly against her walls. His own peak hit almost at once.
“Hhnn—!”
He came. Maybe it was the young body, but the semen seemed endless.
Even after he finished, though, sex wasn’t over. What came after mattered just as much. It wasn’t only about holding a woman and filling her with warmth. Namhu didn’t pull out right away; he kept slowly rubbing inside her.
“Your pussy felt amazing, Professor.”
The shameless praise seemed to lift her pride as a woman. Namhu had the sudden sense that if he worked this one properly, he could live quite comfortably as a kept man.
But that won’t do.
Succeed as a host, and he could enjoy countless women while earning far more than any kept man ever would—a life thousands of times better than being chained to one woman.
And this time I can skip the hard years of youth and start the glamorous life that much sooner.
While he was thinking, his cock began to swell again inside her. Leave it and semen might leak past the condom; pregnancy was a risk he wouldn’t take. He pulled out at once, stripped off the condom, wiped himself roughly with a towel, and rolled on a fresh one.
“Professor. Your body is so sexy I don’t think once is going to be enough. Is that all right?”
A woman starved for sex was never going to refuse an offer like that. This time they started in the missionary position. Lee Na-eun reached up, hooked her arms around his neck, and pulled him down into a kiss as she took him in. She moved as if she meant to wring every last drop from his balls.
After several rounds, several climaxes, and dozens of orgasms between them, the sex finally ended. Exhausted, Lee Na-eun collapsed into something like unconscious sleep. Namhu rose on trembling legs and searched his pants pocket.
All right. Did the recording come out clean?
His smartphone had been recording the whole time. Modern tech being what it was, their sex sounds had been captured perfectly. He photographed Lee Na-eun as she slept without even pulling up the covers, used condoms scattered across the bedding all around her.