Power & Sex, and... 12
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I woke up to the sound of something bubbling away. The savory smell told me Jeong-ah was probably simmering a pot of doenjang stew. She must have sensed me stirring, because she turned from the kitchen where she was prepping breakfast and flashed me a bright smile.
"Sleep okay?"
"Yeah. You?"
"How could I sleep when we didn't even do it?"
"Pfft~ But I still took care of you with my mouth. Isn't that enough for guys? Shoot your load and you're done."
"Nah, I need you sucking me off and swallowing, and most importantly, cumming inside you."
"Pfft~ My mouth's part of my body too."
She was so damn cute, I pulled her gently into my arms and kissed her. Jeong-ah parted her lips softly, welcoming my tongue as she wrapped her arms around my waist. Holding her like that had my dick stirring again, throbbing insistently. She felt it pressing between her legs, pulled her hips back a bit, and shot me a playful glare.
"Oppa, I love you~"
"Bullshit. You say you love me but pull your ass away?"
"If I don't, you'll wanna go again."
"Yeah. I'm so fucking horny I'm losing my mind."
Truth was, last night I'd tried countless times to mount her—slipping my meaty rod between her panty-covered cheeks to tease her, fingering her slit through her panties to get her worked up—but she wouldn't let me penetrate. I'd tossed and turned all night because of it.
That was Jeong-ah's moral code when it came to sex. She was obsessed with it, more aggressive than any woman I'd known, but she couldn't betray Ara, the woman she called her big sis. She was fine fucking me anywhere outside, but not in this officetel she saw as Ara's space. She could grind her bare skin against mine, suck my cock until I came in her mouth, but never let me inside her pussy. That was Jeong-ah's personal ethics on sex.
After devouring the breakfast she'd made, I saw her off at Seoul Station and headed to Yeouido with a satisfied buzz. Having a proper meal for once made my stomach feel full and grounded this morning.
"Good morning."
"Assemblyman, you're in. Congressman Hwang's wife is here."
The aides greeted me cheerfully as I walked in. Hearing Eun-mi was there, I asked for coffee and slipped into my office.
Eun-mi rose from the sofa with a radiant smile as I entered.
"Ma'am, you're here?"
"Has the assemblyman been well? You look brighter, more radiant."
"Aigoo, what're you saying."
We had to play it careful until the coffee arrived, so we exchanged awkward pleasantries—her as the former boss's wife, me as the rookie assemblyman who'd once been her aide. Once the coffee came, we sat across from each other, sipping and locking eyes with faint smiles, reaffirming our love in that subtle way.
"This place feels awkward. Let's get out of here."
"No schedule this morning?"
"Nothing I have to handle personally. They'll call if something comes up."
I led her out, told Chief Kim I'd be stepping out briefly and asked him to mind the office. In the parking lot, once we were in the car, her face finally relaxed. She took my hand gently, her warm body heat seeping into me.
"I went down to Busan last weekend. Things got so hectic I couldn't even call you."
"I heard from your brother. He said to tell you he's sorry."
"Yeah, that was the best I could do. Sorry."
"It's fine. First trip back to the district after getting elected—bound to be busy. But Ara must've been pretty bummed."
"No helping it. Time was short; what could I do?"
"Still, go down more often and look after her. She doesn't know the political game yet, and she's young."
She had every reason to feel slighted herself, but here she was worrying about Ara. Truth be told, I should've at least seen her face when I was in Busan, but even hugging my own wife properly had been impossible. That was my only excuse.
"I've decided to move back to Seoul."
"Your dad mentioned it too."
"You saw Dad?"
"Yeah, he called me in a few days ago. Went to the company to see him."
"Anyway, I asked him to buy me a place here like the one in Busan."
"Why?"
"Tch~ Playing dumb, huh?"
She pouted and pinched my thigh. Even that was adorable. How could a woman pushing forty act like a cute early-twenties girl? Raised as the cherished only daughter of a chaebol, she always appeared before me with elegance, grace, and playfulness all at once, delighting my eyes. No wonder even back when I was Congressman Hwang's secretary, shaking her hand as the boss's wife had made my heart race.
She was right. If she was living in Seoul anyway, considering our relationship, finding a discreet place to live together would make things convenient all around—as long as we avoided gossip. We hadn't registered the marriage or had a ceremony, but we were bound as husband and wife in truth. Still, before deciding, I needed Ara's okay, so I'd talk to her next time I went to Busan.
"Where to?"
"Dad's company. Yeouido's too exposed with all the eyes. How about lunch with him?"
Sounded good, so I turned toward Guro, where Daesan Group's HQ was. On the way, she called her father, Chairman Lee, and set up lunch.
"Come on in."
"I've been visiting a lot lately."
"What does it matter if my son-in-law drops by every day? I'm just glad. How's the job treating you?"
"Still fumbling around figuring things out. And suddenly I got handed a party post."
"Heard about that. Taking the National Assembly Reform Alliance for rookies and the electronic party committee chair?"
"Yes."
Anyone paying attention could know that, but getting reports on even minor stuff like this—and his staff tracking it—impressed me. It was no big deal for me specifically, but Chairman Lee probably got briefings from his secretariat on nearly everything happening in the Assembly.
"Congrats anyway. Rookies taking party posts stirs envy, so tread carefully."
"Yes, sir. I'll keep that in mind."
"Heard the electronic party chair isn't an easy gig. You sure you're up for it?"
"It's a risky post, but the impact's huge."
"True. But gauging party sentiment takes money, right?"
"Shouldn't need anything special. My SNS specialist at the district office is so gung-ho, he's more than enough."
"How about I lend you some sharp kids from our staff?"
"If it gets tough later, I'll ask then."
He was offering not just funds but manpower too, and his generosity weighed on me. If he did this much for me, how much had he backed Hwang, Eun-mi's late husband? It made me realize anew just how greedy Hwang had been.
Money was a politician's wings, and with steady funding from a chaebol like Chairman Lee—no shortages—yet Hwang hadn't stood out through reelection, nor won much loyalty from his own hires. That petty greed must've held him back politically. Anyway, I wouldn't live like Hwang. That was the lesson I'd take from him.
At Eun-mi's urging, we left the room. Secretariat staff rose in unison; the chief followed us out.
"No need to see me off."
"But Chairman—"
"We're just family grabbing lunch. No need for you at the door."
The chief hesitated awkwardly before retreating. We took the elevator down. Chairman Lee's car and mine waited out front, his driver standing by the rear door.
"You go eat too. We'll handle ourselves today."
The driver's face went blank, then crestfallen. Chairman Lee chuckled.
"You know who this is, right?"
"Yes, a congressman."
"Republic of Korea assemblymen drive themselves. If a mere businessman like me makes you chauffeur for personal stuff, won't they curse me? Go eat."
He'd roped me into convincing the driver. I smiled and nodded at him; finally, he bowed with a "Understood."
"Hope you don't mind us borrowing your car."
Chairman Lee took the back seat, Eun-mi shotgun, and we pulled out.
"Now that you're an assemblyman, shouldn't you upgrade the car?"
"This one's fine."
"Silver doesn't quite fit an assemblyman's dignity, though."
"I've thought about it, but I want to be an assemblyman who stands with the people, not flaunting status or authority. Riding what average folks can afford might make them feel a bit closer to me."
"If that's your take, can't argue."
After getting elected, I'd considered giving my car to Ara and buying something bigger. But at thirty-something, driving a luxury sedan felt off to me, and fancier cars meant more hassle. In the end, I bought Ara a light kei car suited to her age and brought mine to Seoul as-is. Bonus: I could hire an extra policy aide instead of a driver.