Episode 2 Finale - The Woman I Can't Let Go
After claiming Iseul, I felt like I had gained the entire world. We had sex every time we met, exploring each other’s bodies, savoring every sensation, deepening our love, and making promises about the future. But it wasn’t long before she started dating someone else, and the news hit me like a hammer blow.
Of course we both understood how impossible our situation was. Still, when she finally accepted reality and told me she was going to leave, the shock sent me spiraling into despair. I remember it vividly. When I demanded to know why she had suddenly begun seeing another man, she dodged the truth, claiming she’d had no choice but to accept a confession. All she could do was apologize. I thought that was the end, that she was truly walking away. Yet whether it was my desperate pleading or her own lingering feelings, she agreed to keep meeting me behind her boyfriend’s back.
From then on, once every two or three months, Iseul would slip away to see me. Even while insisting we shouldn’t, we continued to love and fuck, clinging to our secret relationship.
“Haa… Oppa. Are you really going to do it?”
“I can’t just hand you over to your boyfriend like this. You’re my woman. So I have to be the first to claim this hole, too.”
“Haaah. Seriously. I had no idea you were such a pervert, Oppa.”
“Heh. You’ll let me, won’t you?”
“Fine, fine. Stop pestering me already. Jeez.”
Iseul pretended to push me away in disgust, but she secretly reveled in my obsession. After we broke up and she found a boyfriend, that tendency only grew stronger. She granted nearly every request I made. Obediently, she took the enema and offered me her first anal.
After the medicine emptied her bowels and I cleaned her once more with the large syringe I’d prepared, an exhausted Iseul cried that she hated me—just like on our first night—moaning in discomfort as she took me into her ass. In that way, I became the first man to claim every one of her holes.
Afterward, reeling from the shock of her saying she was leaving, I impulsively enlisted, fleeing into the military. I left my studies in shambles and became a soldier at the worst possible time, yet whenever I got an overnight pass or leave, she still came to me. We went on dates, had sex, and she did everything she could to make me happy. The stamina I’d built in the army let me take her to a motel and ravage her all night long. I filled her mouth, her pussy, and her ass with my cum, then held her trembling body through orgasm after orgasm while I worked out the rest of my lust.
Later we enjoyed our first outdoor fuck in a secluded spot near the base. When she visited with my parents, we even stole a quick, breathless fuck in the unit bathroom where no one would see. By constantly calling her to me, I had turned Iseul into a naughty, cheating little slut. Yet with the selfish thought that nothing mattered as long as I could keep fucking her, I kept seeking her out. She had no choice but to respond, so I never felt any real guilt.
I only learned later why she continued to meet me. Back then, in my immature days, I treated her as nothing more than a convenient woman to fuck. That was all. Iseul had felt hurt by it at the time but couldn’t bring herself to say so. Later, while living with me, she would sometimes curse me, saying she had hated it a little back then and calling me a beast. In the beginning, she had made a boyfriend as a way to stand on her own two feet and try to forget me, knowing our relationship could never last. But I kept coming back, leaving her trapped between us, until she finally had an accident with her boyfriend and gave birth.
Thanks to Iseul, I was able to spend part of my military service without loneliness. But she agonized between me and her boyfriend, their relationship gradually worsening. After every meeting with me she would be tormented, until one mistake left her pregnant at the age of twenty.
While I was still serving, Iseul became pregnant. After that, I could no longer call her for sex. Her situation deteriorated far beyond anything I could dismiss as mere personal regret. Pregnant with her boyfriend’s child, she fought with him over whether to abort it, but eventually chose to give birth to Byeol. Afterward, they began living together. The young married couple crumbled under the stress, fighting almost every day. For the rest of my service and even after discharge, I couldn’t meet her, let alone touch her.
I returned to school in the second semester of my third year, the timing awkward because of my military leave. Busy building credentials for employment, I could only exchange occasional phone calls with her for about a year, checking in on how the other was doing. So when Iseul appeared without warning, waiting in front of my one-room apartment with baby Byeol and a large suitcase, it shocked me to the core.
I quickly pulled her inside and listened as she told me what had happened. She had fought with her boyfriend and finally left. Since they had never registered the marriage, she had become a single mother with no legal claim on the child’s registry. She couldn’t go back to her family home. After agonizing over it, she had come here to wait for me.
At the time I didn’t fully understand the torment she had suffered between me and her boyfriend, but I had always worried about that very problem, so I thought what was inevitable had finally arrived. She couldn’t return to her mother’s house where she had been staying, and she had no income to live alone. I was her last hope. She had been raising Byeol by herself while living with her boyfriend, scraping by on very little money, so she didn’t ask me for financial help. She simply begged me to let her sleep there. She would figure out the rest somehow. Watching her cry and cling to me, I couldn’t possibly turn her away.
I suggested going to the house where my parents lived, but she said she felt anxious without me and begged me to stay with her. In the end, Iseul moved into my one-room studio. Taking care of her was difficult. The various stresses of cohabitation had left her mentally fragile. Her condition was far worse than I expected, so whenever I had no classes or part-time work, I stayed by her side. Sometimes she craved affection and pestered me for sex.
I tried to refrain for the sake of her mental recovery, but from the very first night she jumped me and we ended up fucking. After that, we had sex almost every night—sometimes more than twice a day—to soothe her heart. I had no intention of refusing her, but the thin walls of the studio made it hard to quiet the sounds. With baby Byeol there as well, I was constantly apologizing to the neighbors for the complaints from next door and upstairs.
Iseul stayed in the studio until the end of that year. Only after she had recovered somewhat did she mention becoming independent. I naturally opposed the idea—it would be expensive with a child—but she insisted she couldn’t burden me any longer. Thus began Iseul’s journey to stand on her own.
Because of her troubled family history, she had secretly stopped attending high school and never graduated. There were no proper jobs available to her. She couldn’t leave a child who had just turned two alone, so even though it cost money, she enrolled Byeol in daycare and started working at a factory. Once she had saved enough for a deposit, she moved out on her own.
Even after that, Iseul lived with fierce determination. We kept in frequent contact. On weekends or her days off we would meet and have sex. Sometimes her heightened libido after giving birth drove her to seek me out. Now that she lived alone, we could fuck whenever she wanted. Perhaps because of the time I had spent caring for her, I already knew how dependent she had become on me.
Yet we were cousins. We could never marry. I told myself we should organize our feelings, but the number of times we met and the number of times we tangled our bodies only increased. Then my coin investments exploded. Once I had the means, I began supporting her aggressively. In response, Iseul cut back her work hours, studied for the equivalency exam, passed it, and earned her high-school diploma.
It wasn’t generous support, not yet. But after another coin hit big, I used the excuse of helping her and solving her meal situation. With my parents’ permission, I brought her to live in our house. At first Iseul felt terribly burdened. She had settled into the factory job and made new friends through the daycare routine. She couldn’t easily agree to come live with me. In the end, however, she couldn’t refuse me. She packed everything and moved in.
Naturally, I had bought a thirty-five-pyeong apartment in a good location, thinking of resale value later. It was more than enough space for Iseul and Byeol. I still remember how excited little Byeol was to have her own room; even at that young age she jumped around the house with joy. Iseul looked a little overwhelmed, but as we shopped together for appliances and decorations for Byeol’s room, she eventually broke into a smile. That night, while we fucked, she told me she was happy and thanked me over and over.
Iseul tried to find a new job. The factory complex was only a short bus ride away and she was glad, but I pressured her to quit. I would cover all expenses and give her an extra million won a month for personal spending. She protested that she couldn’t accept it, but I persuaded her. Now she focuses on self-development. After sending Byeol to kindergarten, she cleans the house and attends vocational classes. In her free time, at my suggestion, she started yoga. Telling her it would repair her damaged body and make her look better during sex was the easiest persuasion I had ever done. (Why was that so simple?)
Evenings usually meant picking up Byeol and eating dinner together. While Iseul cleaned up, I played with Byeol, bathed her, folded laundry, and helped with the remaining housework. Yes, exactly like a married couple. That life greatly helped Iseul’s physical and mental recovery. The body ruined by hardship and factory work gradually grew stronger through her own efforts and is still improving. She spends my allowance only on necessities and saves the rest. Sometimes she acts cute, takes the card I gave her, buys pretty clothes that show off her figure, and makes our dates delightful. Other times she buys sexy lingerie and makes our nights unforgettable.
But having sex every day is physically exhausting, and after so many years together, ordinary things no longer excite me easily. That’s right. Iseul and I had already slipped into a somewhat sexless routine. Ironically, her desire sometimes felt burdensome. These days I often used various adult toys to satisfy her, and there were times I simply let it pass without thinking. After moving in together, the frequency of our sex actually decreased. My own lust hadn’t diminished, but with Iseul… the world of a sexless relationship was strangely subtle. And the dependent Iseul must have reacted to it with painful sensitivity. That was what had exploded today.
Finishing my trip down memory lane, I looked down. Iseul had collapsed forward, cum and gel leaking from her ass. She turned her head to the side, looked back at me, and reached out to rest her hand on my knee.
“Have you finished thinking now?”
“You noticed?”
“Hehe. How long have we been fuck buddies? It’s obvious when Oppa is worrying. Can you tell me what you were thinking about?”
“I was remembering the old days. Like when we first had sex.”
“Ah~ That time…”
Hearing my answer, Iseul pushed herself up and crawled toward me. She buried her face between my legs, wiped the mess from my half-hard cock onto the blanket without hesitation, then took me into her mouth and began sucking. The sight startled me for a moment. In the past she would have refused to even look at something that had just been in her ass, calling it dirty. Now she swallowed it without a second thought. I didn’t stop her. I simply stroked her hair and enjoyed the blowjob.
After sucking me with wet, slurping sounds, Iseul pulled off, stroked my shaft with her hand, and spoke.
“It was amazing back then~”
“Is it not good now?”
“How could that be? Oppa is always the best for me. That’s why I’m always sorry. I’m constantly worried I might be a burden to you…”
With those words, Iseul flopped onto her back in front of me. She spread her legs wide, reached down with both hands, and opened her pussy as she continued.
“I’m sorry, Oppa. But now I really have no one but you. The only thing I can do for you is this… Sometimes it makes me so sad.”
“Iseul. I told you not to say things like that. How could I ever leave you?”
“Oppa! I’m going to have your baby! Whenever you want, I’ll give you as many as you want! You can’t abandon me! Promise?”
“I won’t abandon you. Never. I won’t.”
I rubbed my cock against the pussy she had spread open for me, then slid inside her with one smooth thrust. Unlike the old days I had recalled, I could now enter her expertly with nothing but the movement of my hips. The moment I sank in, Iseul clenched around me with practiced skill.
“Hng! It’ll be so sad if you get married…! But I know I can’t stop it! Still, you can’t abandon me! Don’t just look at your wife. Ang! Fuck my pussy as a delicious side dish too! You’ll get tired of eating the same thing every day, right?”
“Heh. Don’t worry. If I get married, I’ll put you in the house next door and secretly fuck you behind my wife’s back.”
“Eung! Yes! Haang! Don’t abandon me! Don’t abandon me!! Aang!”
We stopped talking and lost ourselves in sex again. I covered her body with mine, held her close, and kissed her naturally. The kiss was so deep it felt like it would steal our breath. We explored each other, pushing everything else aside, and time slipped away in a haze. I thrust without pause. From time to time Iseul reached climax, her pussy clamping down as her whole body shook. We changed positions several times, and soon my second orgasm began to rise.
It wasn’t as tight as it had been during our first time, but Iseul’s improved technique still felt incredible. A custom-made pussy that fit me perfectly. The depth, the spots where she squeezed me, everything was flawless. Honestly, I sometimes wondered if anyone else could ever replace the sex I had with her.
Eunhye flickered through my mind for a moment, but I could say it with certainty: Iseul was Iseul. No one else could take her place. She spoke as if I would be the one to marry and leave, but honestly, wouldn’t it be faster for her to meet a new man and settle down? A beautifully made-up Iseul with her sexy, well-trained body would get phone numbers slipped to her on the street far more often than an ordinary guy like me. Despite a few drawbacks, the kind-hearted Iseul would surely meet a good man quickly.
If she left me to find that happiness, could I really do what I had joked about—secretly fuck her behind her husband’s back and get her pregnant? Would I bless her happiness and walk away? Would she reject me? Or would we simply find our way back to each other? I kept those inner thoughts silent. Instead I took her from behind, and when the urge to cum became unstoppable I gave her a raw vaginal ejaculation for the first time in a while.
“Huuuugh! It’s coming… More… Oppa! More!”
As my semen flooded her pussy, Iseul came with me as always, trembling with pleasure. Her walls contracted hard around my cock, then relaxed. A rush of her juices sprayed out, soaking our thighs.
“Huu… Huu… So good… Oppa…”
“You’ll give birth to my child whenever I want, right, Iseul?”
“Yes. No matter what happens, I’ll raise your baby.”
“Good. I’ll trust you. I won’t let you go either.”
“Hauk! Oppa!!”
After a short rest and more talking, we started fucking again. Although Eunhye had excited me, Iseul beside me was undeniably a captivating woman. Only she could accept my bad habit of continuing until we were both exhausted once we began. Right now my youthful lust made me say anything, but someday Iseul would probably leave me and build a stable family. If not… well, living with her for the rest of my life wouldn’t be so bad, would it?
Of course I might get married, but even then I doubt I could abandon Iseul, my first woman. Somehow I would meet her in secret. Somehow we would keep having sex. Only Iseul can give me that special love, and only sex with her carries that unique flavor. And no one knows me better than Iseul, who has lived with me for so long. I will never be able to throw her away. It’s a truly trashy way of thinking.
But if so, can I truly take responsibility for her? It’s a difficult question. Living together would definitely bring happiness. I have the confidence to give Byeol younger siblings and raise them all the way through college. Yet what about society’s eyes? What about my parents? Too many obstacles make my head ache. That is why, even more irresponsibly, I accept Iseul’s dislike of condoms. Despite the risk, I keep having raw sex and creampie her, calling it a mistake. She pretends to regret it, and together we enjoy this precarious tightrope walk again and again. We never say it aloud, but we both know we’re thinking the same thing. With that single word—“mistake”—we are secretly hoping this relationship will be forced to move forward in some decisive direction.
We continued like that until I had pumped my third load into her pussy. Then I collapsed onto the bed, still holding her in my arms.
“Huk! Huk…”
“Haa… Haaau… Oppa…”
Having finished another irresponsible creampie, I held Iseul close, rubbing my body against hers to share warmth. She wriggled in my embrace, then hugged me back. The bashful smile as she rubbed her face against my chest was unbearably lovable. I stroked her hair while we surrendered to the deep lethargy that always follows great sex. The lewd scent of our coupling slowly filled the room, but it was so familiar we barely noticed. We simply talked.
“Haa~ I really pumped a lot into you today.”
“Hehe. Oppa’s going to be exhausted tomorrow.”
“Are you really going to sleep without washing?”
“Ah. I used both holes so much that my insides feel pretty messy… but I’m too tired.”
“Hmm… It feels dirty when I cum inside, doesn’t it?”
“It does. Slippery, sloshing, and it feels like it’s leaking out…”
“Still, from now on… should we try to keep it from leaking?”
At my words Iseul lifted her head and looked at me. After staring with a blank face for a moment, she broke into a bright smile and said she understood. It was as if she already knew exactly what I was thinking.