The Work Begins
Cha Yejin finally set foot inside my base.
"What do you think? Impressive, right?"
"Who on earth stockpiled all of this?"
Surprise quickened her steps as she hurried toward the living room. I simply locked the door behind us at a leisurely pace and followed.
Honestly, if it had been Soyeon, she would have caught on immediately—bringing a married woman here alone like this. Ah, but of course I had my reasons. As I had said before, the safety net was solid. No one treated anyone as an enemy; we all got along, helped one another, and lived together. Her religious faith ran deep as well.
Still, that alone was not enough. I needed to show her I was interested, to stir up that married-woman feeling of Maybe this much is okay? That was precisely why I had kept telling her I liked her.
She knew I felt a certain attraction. And the man in question was useful on top of that? She would want to avoid looking bad at all costs. That was why she had gone along with something that looked this risky. Deep down I could not know her true thoughts, but her grasp of the situation was probably split fifty-fifty—half of her thinking, Surely he wouldn't...
I was counting on exactly that, which was why I had brought her here. Cha Yejin, blissfully unaware, walked inside looking delighted.
"My God... the boxes haven't even been opened!"
"Someone probably prepared all this and then died. Judging by how untouched everything is."
Right in front of me she bent at the waist. The back of her flared skirt flared out, putting that large ass on full display. Her panties pressed against the fabric without a shred of concealment. A thong would have been even better, but expecting that from this Catholic woman was asking too much.
On the sixth expedition I would buy underwear for the girls no matter what—haul it in bulk, make them all wear it, and play. Just the thought made my lower half go rock-hard.
When she straightened up again I carefully managed my expression. Cha Yejin was checking the supplies and food scattered through every room. The quantity was enormous; the house's rooms were packed full, and the living room overflowed as well. She would take stock of it all and call people over.
"Dohyuk... this is an incredible amount. It will definitely be a huge help."
Yejin's voice was full of life.
"This should help your husband too."
"Yes. Really...?"
When she turned back, her body suddenly flinched. I knew. Her gaze had landed on my lower abdomen and then darted away just as fast. As I said, I was hard enough that it showed clearly even through the ballistic pants.
How would she react? I watched this married woman's response without looking away.
"Shall we check if there's more in the other rooms?"
Unbelievable—she pretended not to notice. Even though she clearly knew. Truly overflowing with consideration. A kind nature different from Lee Soyeon's maternal warmth. Forcing a woman like that down... how enjoyable would that be? Thanks to her, the lower half that needed to calm down refused to settle.
Cha Yejin made a show of touring the other rooms, buying time, then came back and looked again. Sorry, but mine had not gone down in the slightest. From here on I had work to do.
"What is it?"
"Um... Dohyuk..."
Cha Yejin averted both eyes, radiating awkwardness. I knew. She wanted me to notice on my own. But because I knew that, I walked straight up to her with complete confidence.
"What is it?"
"...."
"Don't tell me it's because of this?"
I casually pointed at my erect cock.
"Th-that..."
"Didn't I tell you I like you, Cha Yejin?"
"What?"
From here I would cook her psychologically and drive her into a corner. Not simply pouncing—using that kind heart of hers.
"Being alone with someone I like makes me want to do it."
"Um... Dohyuk?"
"You knew to some extent, didn't you? That I was interested."
Only now did Cha Yejin seem to grasp the situation; she began backing away.
"But coming here just the two of us..."
"Dohyuk~ I have a husband! We can't!"
"It's a shame that decision isn't yours to make, Yejin. You'll have to take responsibility."
Here the predator's instinct began to surface little by little. Rather than simple rape, I would make her understand it as courtship because I liked her—and then take her. Only then could I dodge any attack from Cha Yejin's faction.
"Dohyuk. Stop joking!"
"I'm not joking."
"Even so... this isn't right. I'm a married woman..."
But I pulled Cha Yejin straight into my arms. Soft skin over rigid, stiffened movement—I immediately brought our faces together.
"Ah... ah..."
Her face flushed red as she trembled all over.
"I like you. Do you understand? And right now I'm going to have you."
"N-no! You can't do something like that..."
Cha Yejin frantically tried to pull back, but my arms wrapped around her again in an embrace—exactly the kind of confession women longed for in romance dramas.
"Dohyuk. Please don't do this."
"Then why did you follow me? Knowing full well we'd end up alone."
"I trusted you! I thought you were someone I could rely on! But..."
"Because you're attractive. So it's your fault."
First, praise her so she feels her self-worth, then force the issue. Doing it continuously was the key. Kind-hearted Cha Yejin would find it hard to push back.
"For your sake I can handle food supplies or even Ttukseom—all of it."
The reason for confessing and then taking her was exactly this: declaring I would help her husband while creating an atmosphere where refusal was difficult. Refuse, and the husband or the food would vanish. So I would announce I would help her—and violate her.
"Dohyuk. Calm down... mmph!"
I kissed her. Cha Yejin was the first woman I had kissed first while taking her. Because I needed to establish the utterly ridiculous premise of I rape you because I love you. It was necessary work for what came after the assault as well.
I kissed her lightly; a small pressure met my lips. She clenched her teeth, refusing to let me inside. Ah, yes. Yes. Good resistance. Nice.
But there was more than one or two places on a woman's body that could be stimulated. As Cha Yejin tried to pull her head back, my hand slid past her waist and finally seized that ass I had so long wanted to ravage.
"Mm... mmph!"
Startled, she rose onto her tiptoes. It was especially plump and satisfying to the hand, as if she had soaked up some foreign influence. Now I could do whatever I wanted with it.
Blood rushed to my head; I pressed her hard in one go. The moment my other hand flipped up that flared skirt, fierce resistance followed.
"Mm... no... mmph!"
Right then her mouth opened. Like an army finding a gap to attack, I succeeded in slipping my tongue past Cha Yejin's lips. Immediately I felt a tongue play different from any other woman's.
She was dodging. My tongue should have been sticky against hers, yet she pulled hers as far back as possible to escape. Interesting. Was this the behavior of someone who was not completely ignorant?
But no matter how far back she pulled her tongue, there was a limit. Soon I rubbed against that trembling captive tongue, and Cha Yejin did not know what to do. If her personality had been vicious she would have bitten mine. This woman could not. That was why I had boldly tried it.
Tongue and tongue finally tangled like snakes; I pushed harder.
"Mm... mmph...!"
Her arms flailed uselessly against my sides, trying to shove me away—but there was no way I would be moved by that. She was not resisting as hard as Woohee, yet her nature was not vicious either. Easy to train.
Feeling that, I finally broke the kiss.
"Haa... haa..."
Cha Yejin could only pant with flushed cheeks; she stared blankly up at me before turning her head away.
"We can't do this. Just stop here. Please..."
Even her resistance was timid.
"No."
For whose benefit? At the same time my hand kneading her ass slowly slid toward the deep cleft. Fingers that had to go far deeper than with other women finally touched that secret place. Sudden moves were never good. I took my time, teasing the outer edges as if tickling them.
"Ha... uk!"
At my blatant inward caress Cha Yejin tried to pull her body forward—only to press herself tighter against me.
"Ah... Dohyuk."
She looked at me with a tearful face, but when I gently brushed near her asshole she suddenly gasped for breath.
"Don't I suit you better than your husband? How about it? Seems like you have no choice but to become my woman."
"There's no reason for me to commit such an impure act. I thought well of you."
"Thought well of me? Then what were you thinking? You already knew I liked you."
At that accusation Cha Yejin could not answer and averted her eyes.
"I know. But you... hup!"
Right then I advanced my finger a little farther. While she floundered, my other hand stroked her ass, savoring the feel.
"You pretended not to know and came all the way here? Think carefully. A man who likes you deliberately brought you somewhere just the two of you would be alone—did you really think nothing would happen?"
"No! Don't talk like that!"
"Deep down you were hoping for it. I'm just making it come true. Am I wrong?"
In truth, whether I liked her or not had little to do with the present situation. Right now I was planting guilt in this woman—forced guilt that worked precisely because she was upright and sincere.
"And yet you reject me? That itself is deceiving me. It's your fault."
"No. This is a crime... mmph!"
I sealed her mouth again and continued the kiss while kneading that springy ass. Somewhere around her buttocks, sweat began to bead. This kind of tension was good. But I avoided direct stimulation. Deliberately I kept teasing the surroundings, delivering ambiguous pleasure.
"...."
At last this ass was in my grasp. Normally I would have gone for the breasts, but Cha Yejin's charm points were different. The place my fingers gently teased again was the main focus.
"Eum... mmph!"
Half-hearted resistance, but far too weak. Amid hot breaths I poured my saliva into her. Startled, Yejin tried to pull back, but I pushed all the way and made her swallow it. From now on that mouth would eat all sorts of things. Then I licked my saliva over her tongue as if coating it.
"Haa... ha..."
I pulled my head back again and watched Cha Yejin's figure. Right before my eyes was her face, like a pitiful flower that had barely found its path. Now I hiked the skirt higher and exposed her underwear.
The panties laid bare.
"Hm? Your underwear is sexier than I expected."
Black lace... from behind it had looked ordinary.
"That's..."
"For your husband? But he doesn't sleep with you, does he? Right?"
"..."
Cha Yejin was honest. She said nothing and simply avoided my words.
"Are you lying before the Lord? Marital relations are scarce, aren't they?"
"...Please don't ask."
Confirmed. I grinned, preparations complete to cook this gentle lamb. I stripped the top she was wearing right off. Cha Yejin only trembled and could not resist. Compared to Woohee or Seol-hwa, it had been a while since I had a submissive type.
The revealed breasts were cupped by a black bra that stood out elastically. About the next size after Lee Soyeon. When I touched them, Cha Yejin tried to retreat meaninglessly.
"Please, think one more time. Dohyuk. I'll overlook a mistake of this level, so..."
"Holding you is already decided. It's the price for ignoring a person's feelings. And leave your husband too. I'll take responsibility."
Slap!
Pain bloomed across my cheek for the first time in a long while.
"You're the worst. You're absolute trash!"
She forced the words out, then her expression turned passive again.
"I... may have gone too far, but... please come to your senses. You're a good person."
"Hmm, so you're rejecting me? You already know to some extent."
"Yes. So... ah!"
I stripped Cha Yejin completely bare.
"Well, might as well enjoy it."
With only the skirt left I toppled her. The panties went with it. A bizarre outfit of nothing but the skirt. Holding it up, I threw off my ballistic gear as well. In that interval Cha Yejin tried to flee toward the entrance, but as I well knew, I had locked it.
"Ah..."
At the door that would not open she belatedly tried the lock, but my hand already had her. I brought her down and drew myself out—the thing aching to take a new woman—and pressed it against her through the fabric of the panties. There I felt a faint dampness, as if a drop of water had been squeezed from a dropper. And we had not even begun the real ceremony yet.
In that moment I looked at Cha Yejin; our eyes met.
"What's this? You said you were thinking of your husband."
"That's... s-sweat."
A lie even a child would not believe. Cha Yejin trembled as if in shock. Even by religious ethics the guilt she felt was plain to see. With this I knew a married woman's pleasure was on the verge of arriving, and I began to move little by little.
"You can hold out, right? If you're a married woman who loves her husband."
Then I slowly moved up and down, giving her stimulation. An unbeatable, unfair situation—but it had to be done. I kept stimulating her slowly, and the sounds from Cha Yejin's lips began to turn ragged and uneven.