Han Yu-na Wants to Be the First Wife
A weekday morning.
Morning sunlight reflected off the Han River spilled into the apartment.
Han Yu-na paced the living room with her arms crossed.
She wore a white silk slip that left nothing to the imagination, hugging the lines of her chest and hips — the shape of her nipples faintly visible where her breasts pressed against her folded arms.
This won't do.
At first, simply being with Lee Han-seok's body had been enough. But not anymore. Yu-na wanted to become Han-seok's woman now. She wanted to be the woman he loved most.
Meeting him again and again, she hadn't just discovered the wealth he commanded (which she'd already confirmed through her father) — she had become utterly captivated by his brilliance and his charm.
Han Yu-na's life goal: to become Lee Han-seok's first official wife.
Polygamy wasn't exactly scandalous these days. If anything, wasn't this a world where you got praised just for having lots of children?
She wanted to carry Han-seok's child and build a marriage with him.
And Dad? Dad wouldn't be able to say a word.
Not that I care what that man thinks anyway.
Yu-na decided there were two things she absolutely had to accomplish before reaching her goal.
First: never show the uncle her vulgar side again.
It had suddenly occurred to her that being with him felt so good, she must have come across as hopelessly lewd and shameless all this time. She'd sucked his cock senseless in a movie theater bathroom, squirting again and again like she was pissing herself.
She hadn't even been aware of it.
How cheap must I have looked? No more of that.
Then again — why did just sucking him off feel so good? Was that normal? The internet said it wasn't, apparently.
Anyway. From today onward, she would show him elegance and class. She'd put her own pleasure second and devote herself to satisfying him instead. Then surely he'd love her more than all those other vulgar females.
Second: visit DB Pharmaceuticals.
The uncle's company in Gangnam. Since the movie theater date, she'd gathered that the females she was competing against were his own employees.
Logistically, I'm at a huge disadvantage out here.
So instead of staying on her isolated little island, she needed to go there and get friendly with those bitches in advance, building goodwill while she could.
Later, when I announce I'm becoming the uncle's wife, they could all band together to smear me. Of course, the uncle isn't a man who'd fall for something like that — but it pays to be prepared.
She remembered what the uncle had said at the movie theater.
—Get close to them and trash-talk me behind my back. It'd be fun, right? They're already all friends with each other.
The uncle had been seeing the future even back then. That's why he'd warned her ahead of time!
You idiot, Han Yu-na!
A rare day with no schedule. And there was Han Yu-na, pacing her living room lost in thoughts like these.
She stopped. She reached down and touched the inside of her thigh. Her arousal had smeared onto her fingers.
She checked the clock on her phone. One hour before the uncle arrived.
Today I have to show him something different.
She loved the uncle, but she wanted to give off that expensive vibe — like she was doing it for his sake rather than desperate for it herself. Which meant she couldn't look like she was panting for it. And the easiest way not to look desperate was to take the edge off beforehand, right?
The living room sofa, with its view of the Han River. Han Yu-na spread a towel on it and sat down.
There was a photo on her phone — a stolen shot of Han-seok cooking in the kitchen. She pulled it up, then fixed the phone into the stand beside the sofa.
She slipped one breast free of the silk slip and squeezed it, circling her nipple slowly with her index finger.
Han Yu-na had a talent for acting. Gifted with an imagination to match, she sank into the fantasy in an instant.
"Ahhn... baby..."
She hitched the slip up higher. Her pink pussy was already soaked. She laid a finger on her pale-pink clit and circled it five times clockwise, five times counterclockwise.
"Haaah... if you suck it like that... ahhn..."
Yu-na tilted her head back and moaned. She rubbed her fingertip along her parted slit, then slid it down to her entrance and eased herself open.
"Hahhn... no one's ever touched it but you, baby. This... it's yours alone. Put it in."
She pinched and rolled her stiff, upthrust nipple between her fingers.
"Aaaahn... haa... baby... does it feel good, ruining your friend's daughter? Hm?"
She started rubbing her clit in earnest.
"Hah... hah... hah... nngh...! Too much, baby... I know you love me, but... slow down... love me... gently... aaahn!"
Yu-na lifted her hips off the sofa and arched her back.
"Hahn... I'm gonna come, baby... ahhn... come for me too... yes... inside me... get me pregnant, baby... hnnnnnaaah!"
Her hips shuddered.
Splash.
Her come sprayed across the entire sofa.
"Ahh... aaaahn..."
She convulsed several more times, and each time the sofa and the living room floor got messier.
Her spent waist collapsed back onto the sofa. She trembled, tongue lolling out.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Yu-na lay gasping in the aftershocks for a long while. She felt a little relieved. But something was missing.
That feeling of something thick pushing into her depths like a serpent, trying to claim her. That feeling wasn't there. The limit of doing it herself.
Yu-na came to her senses and checked the time. About five minutes had passed. The sofa was a disaster.
How desperate must she have been, to end up like this in five minutes?
Good thing I took care of it early. When the uncle gets here, I act elegant. That's all.
With that resolve, Yu-na headed to the bathroom to grab towels for the floor and sofa.
Beep. Beep-beep.
While she was in the bathroom, Lee Han-seok — who knew her door code — let himself into the apartment. He was on his way back from shopping for ingredients to cook for her.
"Yu-na? I'm a bit early—"
Han Yu-na came sprinting from the bathroom at full tilt, towels in hand. Too late.
Lee Han-seok had already witnessed the scene: the living room sofa, soaked through with her come.
"Uncle, Uncle, uh... um... it's just, this sofa, it, um..."
"Did you spill water?"
No one on earth would have mistaken it for spilled water.
He's pretending not to notice. How considerate.
"Yes... yes..."
Han Yu-na fidgeted with the towels in her hands and shrunk into herself. Her nipples stood stiff beneath the silk, and something was dripping steadily down from between her legs. She stole a glance at him, then dutifully wiped the moisture off the leather sofa.
Han-seok undid his shirt buttons as he spoke.
"Leave it. I'll have to clean it again anyway."
This is why Han-seok doesn't believe those observation reality shows about celebrities living alone.
What would Han Yu-na do on a free weekday morning? Cafés and trendy restaurants with friends? Pilates? Stage rehearsal? Shopping? Reading or gaming?
No.
Han Yu-na, with the Han River glittering behind her — naked, legs spread in an M, a dog collar around her neck — was sucking her father's friend's huge cock.
She drooled over it for a long while, savoring every inch, then pursed her lips tightly and let it slip out of her mouth. Licking teasing little flicks just under the head, she gazed up at Han-seok.
Between her peach-toned, spread-open thighs, long strands of arousal stretched from her glistening slit all the way down to the floor.
Han Yu-na's first plan had failed completely. She was wearing the dog collar Han-seok had brought, kneeling in the most shameless pose imaginable, enthusiastically sucking his cock, completely beyond her own control.
This wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to have taken the collar off and been elegant and refined. She had to find a way to fix this, quickly—
Han-seok rested a hand on her head and said,
"Our Yu-na's charm is how honest and down-to-earth you are."
It was true. The idol Han Yu-na possessed the untouchable presence and beauty of a goddess, but her words and her manner were marked by a disarming frankness. That was exactly why the public loved her.
Yu-na lapped up the bead of precum welling at his tip and thought.
What do I do? The uncle knows everything. He knows exactly what's going through my head. He's telling me to stop faking it and just be honest — if I love his cock, then act like it.
In truth, Han-seok wasn't thinking anything of the sort. He'd simply said it because he liked watching Yu-na be her candid, easygoing self.
Yu-na wanted his cock in her mouth again. When she stuffed it down her throat until she choked and looked up at the uncle, the expression on his face was one of sheer, ravenous arousal. Just looking at that face made her feel like she could squirt and come on the spot.
Yu-na took the head back into her mouth.
Han-seok tightened the hand resting on her head.
"I'll do it."
"Mm."
On a weekday morning, gazing out at the river, he rolled his hips in slow, easy strokes. The mouth-pussy of Han Yu-na, wearing her dog collar. It felt so good he could almost forget the whole revenge plot entirely.
"Yu-na. Today I'm going to hold it in your mouth, so drink my cum."
"Mm?"
Han-seok released her head.
"Pwaah."
Yu-na gripped the cock she'd pulled from her mouth, tapped the head against her tongue, and said,
"I'm scared. I've never swallowed before..."
"You already know the taste."
She had, after all, happily sucked his cum-coated cock clean in that movie theater.
"But you come so much, Uncle. How am I supposed to drink all of it?"
"Then drink a little, and if it's too much, catch the rest on your chest."
"Eeeh..."
Yu-na rested both hands on his thighs and took him into her mouth again, beginning to move her head slowly.
The drool Han Yu-na produced — drool her fans would have paid holy relics for — ran down the curve of his cock and dripped to the floor, one strand after another.
The phone Han-seok was holding in his free hand — right alongside the dog collar — buzzed.
Han-seok pressed the answer button.
"Yeah. What is it?"