An Affair?
Cha Yejin's sex life was every bit as plain as Lee Soyeon's.
Where Soyeon had been passive by temperament and circumstance, Yejin's restraint owed far more to her faith. Catholicism, as anyone knows, tends toward the sexually conservative—and she had been born into a Catholic household going back generations.
You understand, don't you? You must never sleep with a man carelessly. That is a sin. Yejin, you must never, ever do that.
Her fixation on premarital purity had been absolute. Even her husband she had met because he was a fellow Catholic.
Lord… are You giving me this trial?
At twenty-eight, Cha Yejin was living through the hardest stretch of her life. She had a husband. She wanted everyone to live happily together. She had led them all with that utopian conviction, and she had truly believed things were going well.
And now she stood at the greatest crisis of her existence—because an outsider who had arrived less than a week ago was trying to take her.
A lustful man is a filthy thing. You must find a devout one.
Her mother's warnings rose like a litany. Men were dangerous, perverse; they had to be managed with care. But the present moment left no room for any of that.
Right before her eyes, something enormous had begun to work against the most private part of her body. The searing heat of a cock sliding over her underwear burned up from below—like kindling catching fire.
The shock of it rolled through her entire frame. Her hands and feet were free, and still she could not run.
"Haa… haa…"
She was too fixed on the friction of that massive length against her underwear to notice the moans slipping out of her on their own. She had had sex often enough; she knew perfectly well what it meant when her sensitive places answered at once. Ordinarily it was fingers. Having a cock rubbed against her directly was something she had never experienced, and her heart began to pound—even as she told herself she did not want this.
"Ah… huu… huu…"
The stimulation was only indirect, and still her body grew hotter, answering a touch that should never have been allowed to reach her.
Please… this isn't right. I can't do something impure. Lord!
Of all times, she had been caught when she was already aching with need. The up-and-down motion suddenly pressed as if it meant to push inside, and a jolt like electricity tore through her.
"Ah… ahn!"
The moan escaped before she could stop it. Stunned, Cha Yejin locked eyes with the man violating her.
"You're mine."
Hard. Without hesitation. Shameless.
I misread him.
His confession that he liked her—she hadn't hated it. He had been kind to her. She had never dreamed it would twist into this.
Caught in the hunter's snare, her reason began to erode under the heat. His hips sped up; the friction climbed in a single surge.
"Euhht! Please… nngh."
"What kind of disgrace is this from a proper married woman? Aren't you ashamed?"
He was smiling at the wetness now unmistakably coating that huge cock of his—the sticky dampness soaking through her underwear and transferring onto him. He grinned.
"Isn't this proof you're feeling it?"
"N-no! That's not—"
She tried to protest, but her body remembered the sensations of her honeymoon too clearly to let the excuse land.
Why is this happening? Honey…
She clung to the thought of her husband and tried to endure. Climax arrived anyway, as fast as the wetness spreading through her underwear.
No. No. No…
Her body trembled. Strength drained from one knee. Even as she shuddered at the impurity of it, pleasure she could not refuse broke her expression open.
He did not miss it. Without a word he held out the slick evidence of her arousal, wet enough that even she could feel it. She stared blankly, then understood what he meant and bowed her head in shame.
"Don't you feel sorry for your husband?"
"You… haa…! You forced me."
"I did force you. But for someone rejecting me, you're acting awfully different. Isn't this instinct talking? That you want to experience this of mine."
That massive thing swayed in front of her face like a demonstration. It was huge. But she was a devout Catholic.
"I have a husband, and I love him. I don't love you."
"Textbook answer. But you felt it just now, didn't you? From nothing but rubbing over clothes. What do you call that?"
"That's…"
She had nothing to say. She only kept her head down.
"I told you I like you, didn't I? Leave your husband and come to me. You want it right now."
"Absolutely not. Because I love my husband."
"How long do you think that feeling will last? Let's see if you can hold out this time, too."
Cha Yejin cried out to the Virgin Mary in her heart and steadied her breathing. What had just happened had not been her will.
I'll endure it. Honey… I'm sorry.
She held her husband's face in her mind and resolved to weather the trial. The man's cock, still wet, came closer.
So big… putting something like that in…!
Later than most women, she found herself marveling at the size. The thought of it entering her was pure horror—and yet her body answered with a thrilling shiver that made her chest tremble.
"Use your mouth first."
"…What?"
He made a proposal no woman could easily accept.
"A married woman can't manage even this? Do you even intend to satisfy your husband properly?"
She knew exactly what he wanted. For religious reasons she had barely ever done it even for her husband—and now a stranger was forcing it on her.
"Or should I just put it in?"
On top of that, he forced an unnatural choice. Either option was meaningless; he was only framing one as an escape route.
Cha Yejin looked at him and bowed her head as if recoiling. There was no way out. She closed her eyes, lifted her hands, and—as if he might take her at any second—
"J-just finish it with this."
"Depends how you do."
Of course it wouldn't. Even a rigid, devout woman like her knew that. She could only cling to empty hope and pray to God.
For now the man watched with open pleasure as she shut her eyes and took him into her mouth.
Just as planned.
Break the psychological lines one by one. Plant the guilt. At last, something other than her husband's entered this married woman's mouth for the first time.
"Huep."
The moment it filled her mouth she felt what every other woman had—crushing pressure and fullness, and a hardness like seasoned wood.
Dear God. This is insane. I'm taking another man's cock in my mouth.
She had no idea how it had come to this. All she wanted was to finish as fast as possible and leave.
"Ugh… euhp!"
Unlike Lee Soyeon and Seol-hwa, who had been complete novices, she at least knew how—though only at an ordinary level, and under these circumstances her body's responses were strangely, treacherously stimulating. When he began to roll his hips like a madman, the motion became nearly impossible to endure. Before long, like every woman who faced Jin Dohyuk, saliva spilled freely from her lips and she could barely breathe.
"Huu… huu…"
Even his breathing had roughened a little. The humiliation of kneeling to take a man—and not even the husband she loved.
"A-euhp."
For several minutes she was simply overwhelmed by the rough invasion of her mouth.
Too big. It hurts! Honey…
She clung desperately to her husband and tried to end the ordeal. What set her apart from the others was that she moved her tongue, trying to give him stimulation. Already that missile-like length was producing lewd, wet friction—thicker and stickier than ordinary flesh-on-flesh, like water being slapped.
I have a husband. I can't do this. Lord!
Even as she repeated the act, her body had already grown wet enough to take him. Her mouth and chin were a mess, as if someone had been striking skin with water—and somehow it felt better than before.
This is strange… something… something…
Her body's reaction resolved into a clearer want. Taking his deep thrusts, her body began to desire on its own.
Why? I'm not that kind of impure woman.
Even she could not understand the hunger pouring out of her. Time had slipped past; the hips he had been controlling suddenly went wild and drove into her throat.
"Eungh…! Mm! Euhp! Haa…! Haa…! Mm!"
The unfamiliar sensation of her throat being stabbed by that rough advance. She ought to have suffered under something that came in as if to subjugate everything. And yet, past her throat, her body welcomed it and rode another orgasm.
"Ah… ha…"
Not long after, both his hands locked onto her head and he came without mercy.
Spit it out—ah!
Her mind, already wrecked by climax, tried to react too late; of course he did not let go. Only after he had emptied everything down her throat did it finally end.
There was no time to process what she felt about it. Two orgasms had already ruined her; she had no strength left to resist as he moved to the final act. That enormous cock was now aimed at her.
…
She had to stop him. This had to be the end. Instead she could only stare at it through a tangle of emotions.
"Hautt… euh…! Ah…"
Playing with a woman's body until she yields—that was the greatest joy, the purest pleasure. In a world like this, it was my one real amusement. And taking a woman who already belonged to someone else? The thrill only climbed higher.
More than two hours had already passed. Past her mouth, past her last line of defense—Cha Yejin was trembling and moaning under my conquest. Face-down on the ground, she was busy simply taking me. That prominently full ass swelled and shrank with every thrust of my hips.
To meet a woman like this—coming here really had been the right call. There had been plenty of chaos along the way, but all of it for the sake of claiming someone this good. A peerless cunt was clenched tight around me right now, gripping so hard it felt ready to wring me dry. Technique of a different order from unripe girls like Lee Soyeon or Seol-hwa.
"Please… ahk! Haang… hautt!"
The wet slap of skin on skin kept striking my ears. I could feel myself nearing the edge. Half an hour of this, maybe? The moment I emptied myself inside her was close. But I held back. In this single encounter the married woman had already come more than five times—she felt it harder than any of my other women. How could I not break her properly?
"Ms. Cha Yejin. You felt it, didn't you? From another man's cock."
"Eungh… euh!"
The moment I pointed it out, she instinctively lowered her voice. Insolent. I drove into her again, and her back arched like a drawn bow. I seized both her arms and took her rough.
"Still refusing? Becoming my woman?"
"…Please… ahn! Aeuh! Just that… haaang!"
"While you're feeling it like this? You're dripping while I fuck you hard. Lying like that, as a married woman?"
She couldn't answer—only moan. I cracked that springy ass with my palm. A bright smack rang out, and her grip tightened. Then another. Several more blows across that artistically curved, generous rear.
"Ahk! Haang! Haa…! Euh… nngh!"
A little pain only amplified the orgasm. She was already at her limit; I had thoroughly ruined her. Ordinarily I would have finished here, rested a round, then taken her again and made her mine in one stroke. This married woman required a different approach. There was too much to enjoy in the situation itself.
"In the end, you felt it. Our bodies fit well, too."
"…!"
Whether another climax had hit her or not, Cha Yejin only trembled and said nothing. I leaned to her ear and whispered the plan that would torment and amuse me both.
"You say you can't give up your husband? Do as you like. That devotion is almost touching. Fine. I'll grant you that much."
"Th-then… is this the end…?"
"No. It means my relationship with you continues—and so does the one with your husband."
What was she hoping for? As if I would simply stop here.
"We're having an affair. From now on, Ms. Cha Yejin and I are lovers in an adulterous relationship."
"That's—! That's absurd! I could never do something like that."
"It's already too late. You think you can enjoy yourself with me like this and then walk away? Shall I tell your husband?"
The man who had raped her, blackmailing her with it. How entertaining. Using the weakness of a married woman.
I glanced at my phone—everything recorded—and smiled.
"So I'll make a concession. You seduced me, but I answered, too. Today I simply took responsibility for that."
"Haa… ha… euh!"
"Do you understand? In exchange for recognizing your marriage, we maintain the affair. That settles it, doesn't it?"
I kissed the back of her neck and brought the long, long coupling to an end.