Midnight Embrace from the Past
In the haze of sleep, he felt arms wrapping around him, followed by lips pressing against his. It seemed Ara couldn't hold back any longer and had slipped away from her mother to join him. Half-asleep, Park Maru returned the kiss, pulling her tightly into his embrace with both arms. Her hands roamed his back, then slid down to his ass before slipping inside his underwear, gripping his meaty cock firmly. At her hot touch, it sprang to life, stiffening rock-hard, and delighted, she kept her hold on it while stroking up and down vigorously.
"Your thing's still full of vigor. You're not cheating on me up there, are you?"
Suddenly, a chill stiffened the back of his neck. 'Darling'? He gathered his wits for a moment, replaying the scene from last night when he'd fallen asleep. His left side had been empty, so he'd waved his left hand but found nothing beside him. So whose hand was clutching his cock right now? And who was this woman still locked around his neck, sucking on his lips?
It was a sticky situation. He couldn't respond to her touch, nor could he wake the woman who seemed to be dreaming of reuniting with her late husband in the afterlife. Even if he shook her awake to escape, it wouldn't resolve anything—it might even shatter his relationship with Ara. Oblivious to his dilemma, she kept pumping her hand relentlessly while grinding her lower body against him.
'Honey, love me just once before you go~'
'……'
'I'm so lonely. Please, love me once~'
'I have to go~ I'll come back later. Sorry~'
'Honey~ How long do I have to endure like this~?'
'Sorry~ Honey, I'm sorry~ Wait for me~'
He gently pulled away. She flailed her arms as if trying to hold on, while his cock bobbed stiffly. After a while, her thrashing slowed, and she finally settled back into deep snores.
His eyes stung open in the morning light. Ara and her mother were already awake, whispering to each other. He'd slept late, worn out from the long drive the day before and tossing over the midnight grope from her mother.
He pondered how to face her, but the dilemma didn't last. Revealing it would spell disaster, so he decided to act as if nothing happened and got up.
"Mother-in-law, sleep well?"
"Maru, up already?"
She showed no sign of remembering last night—which was a relief for him, for all of them. After washing up, he went downstairs, fetched toast and coffee from the pension kitchen, and brought it to their room. They sat on the terrace overlooking the Namhan River, enjoying breakfast before leaving.
Ara and her soon-to-be mother-in-law chattered brightly over coffee, blissfully unaware. Maru alone fretted that someone might find out. Anyway, after coffee and packing, they left the pension with his secret intact.
Having come to Danyang, they couldn't skip the famous Danyang Eight Scenic Spots. They climbed Dodamsambong, admiring the vibrant sea of autumn leaves everywhere, soaking in the fall atmosphere on the way down.
The drive back was smooth. The Jungbu Expressway was usually quiet, downhill all the way, so he drove relaxed without pressing the accelerator hard.
"You must be tired, Maru."
"No, Mother-in-law, you've had the hard time."
"Nonsense. Ara and I got to visit her father's grave thanks to you, but you were driving the whole time—must be exhausted."
"Aigoo, it's nothing. Anyway, I'll head out now. Rest well."
"Stay for dinner?"
"No, next time. Get some rest—you must be tired."
"Alright then. Drive safe and rest up."
His body ached from two days of driving, and he needed to catch an early train to Daejeon tomorrow to meet Eun-mi, so he ate dinner at home and hit the sack. Lying there with eyes closed, last night's shock kept him tossing. He'd dodged the awkwardness, but the heat of her body and hands lingered in his memory. What if I'd let her touch go unchecked, surrendered to it—what then? The thought chilled him even as forbidden desire and curiosity surged blood to his groin, making sleep elusive. Finally, replaying the scene in his head while stroking himself off, he drifted off.
He rose early and boarded the train to Daejeon. Arriving at the station, he checked the timetable—Eun-mi's train from Seoul was due soon—so he browsed the bookstore on the second floor.
"Honey, where are you?"
"Yeah, at the station, second-floor bookstore."
"I'm heading out the exit. Want me to come to you?"
"No, I'll come to you."
As he scanned books, Eun-mi called. He rushed to the exit to meet her. There she was, striding lightly in jeans, slim figure defying her late thirties. Sunglasses hid her face, but she beamed at him.
"Welcome. Not too tired?"
"I missed you so much, honey."
Figuring no one knew her in Daejeon, she ran into his arms. He hugged her awkwardly, and arm-in-arm, they left the station. They rented a car nearby and headed for Gyeryongsan.
"Where we going, honey?"
"Gyeryongsan."
"Why all the way there?"
"We're here—might as well see it."
"Sure, sounds good."
"The fall foliage is nice now. We'll check out Gapsa too."
He set the navigation for Gapsa parking lot and drove off. Past the city, open country roads unfolded. En route, she stroked his thigh nonstop, chattering happily. At the lot, they walked to the temple, her arm linked tightly, body pressed to his, cooing "Honey~" endlessly, peppering his lips and cheeks with kisses whenever no one was around. At the gate, she finally released the arm-lock and took his hand slyly.
Founded in the Silla era by Goguryeo monk Ado, Gapsa carried history in every corner. Neither devout Buddhists, they felt no special reverence for the ancient temple, but its serene solemnity drew them to bow three times before the Buddha in the main hall, circle the grounds, then return to the car.
"Where to now?"
"Donghaks?"
"Another temple?"
"It's close. Heard there's an essay about the path over to Gapsa that made textbooks. And the Onui Tower legend midway."
"Pfft, I'd rather be alone with you than walk."
"Then skip the foliage?"
"We've seen plenty going up and down to Gapsa."
"Okay, no temples."
She politely declined Gapsa again. Her cheeks flushed—her body too heated for more sightseeing.
Thirty minutes later, they reached a quiet rural hotel. Modern and clean, but isolated enough to feel eerie at night. Still, Gyeryongsan loomed right outside the window, and the room was spotless. Inside, she hugged him.
"That eager?"
"Aren't you?"
"Yeah, but we're staying tonight anyway."
"You can?"
"No big deal—nothing tying me to the office daily."
"Pfft, why didn't you say? How'd you find this place?"
"Knew we'd need somewhere private, so I booked online yesterday."
"Aigoo, so thoughtful. My handsome hubby."
Her body burned, every sightseeing minute wasted since she thought they'd part that day. Hearing he'd stay, her face lit up with a radiant smile.
"So what's up?"
"Missed you, and... I think he's got another woman."
"Here to confirm?"
"No point. He already has that other setup."
"Then why?"
"Just... I feel it, so I suddenly craved you."
"So many excuses. 'Missed you' would've sufficed."
"Should I divorce?"
Knowing Hwang the assemblyman was cheating anyway, another woman stirred nothing in her. But divorce out of nowhere? Their marriage was political, dry as dust—maybe he was the reason. Reality hit: if she divorced Hwang, he'd struggle for a third term, and Maru would be jobless again.
"Out of the blue? Divorce would tank his re-election."
"You run instead. You won't betray me."
"No reason or will to betray you. And don't think he's betrayed you."
"Why?"
"It'd make you sad. If it's political like you say, stay married on paper, live free like now."
"True. Without his indiscretions, even this with you might feel guilty."
"Exactly. Think easy: husband at home, lover out—peaceful and free."
She'd guessed his worry—if Hwang couldn't run, Maru could step in.