A Night with Min A-young (1)
The power of the Mind Speaker I'd received as a reward for my one night with Min A-young was beyond my wildest imagination. It pinpointed exactly what Min was thinking right now—what I wanted to know most, plucked out like a pair of tweezers.
—Up close, her body's fucking amazing. What would it feel like to hold her?
—No boyfriend, it seems. Should I just propose a friends-with-benefits thing?
—What if younger guys are her type? She might like 'em young and boyish.
Her praising my body, agonizing over how to make a move, wrestling with whether it was okay—it kept feeding me all the intel I needed to conquer Min. It was a shame I couldn't use it on a Heroine.
"I'm not lying about stuff like that. I couldn't be your wife, but if there was even a slim chance, I'd have made damn sure you couldn't go to work."
"Ah."
A flush spread across her cheeks, which had stayed perfectly composed despite all that booze. It was like peach flesh, and I caught myself licking my lips without thinking. She noticed, flashing me a meaningful smile.
"Nice look in your eyes."
She closed the distance even more. Whatever perfume she was wearing blended perfectly with her natural scent, wafting a ripe, intoxicating aroma that scrambled my brain. I'd set this up on purpose, but her reactions were so damn honest it threw me off. Guess I'd been starving longer than I realized.
"I'm no good at beating around the bush."
"Figured as much."
"In business, sometimes you gotta be vague, but I suck at it. Cost me deals before."
"You've done great so far. More employees love your straightforward, no-bullshit style than not."
"And you, Ji-hoon?"
"Me?"
"Yeah. Which side are you on?"
"Me? I like it direct. I'm too dumb to get hints."
I played it extra dopey on purpose. Knowing she had a crush on me from her inner thoughts, I figured I could push, but to avoid any backlash, I set the stage for her to make the first move. She'd come to the guest house on her own accord because she was into me, plied me with good booze to set the mood, suggested it first—and boom, history made. Of course, with Min's personality, I doubted there'd be drama, but better safe than sorry. Especially in this kinda twisted guy-girl setup.
"Then I won't beat around the bush. That... uh... tonight... I mean..."
She paused, letting out a long breath. The career woman overflowing with charisma at the office now looked like a kid peeking at toys in a cart, wary of Mom. After hesitating a bunch, she squeezed her eyes shut and blurted it out.
"Fuck me!!"
Her voice was way too loud. Was she trying to tell the whole neighborhood? I'd seen it coming, but I stared at her in mock shock, jaw dropped like I couldn't believe it. Three years in this agency and I'm taking bit parts? Nah, my acting chops were leveling up.
Seeing my face, Min fidgeted anxiously.
"You said if I were your wife, you wouldn't let me out of bed all day. So be my husband—just for tonight!"
"President Min. Please, lower your voice..."
"Ah."
Only then did she realize how loud she'd been, her face turning beet red. Mid-thirties and this adorable? Unreal.
"Your answer?"
She barreled straight ahead, proving her no-beating-around-the-bush promise. For her, this was a once-in-a-lifetime call, so no way was I making her wait.
"But why me? Snap your fingers, and you'd have a line of decent guys."
Couldn't help asking. I already knew the answer, but I wanted her reason first.
She frowned, not liking the question.
"What kinda talk is that? What's wrong with you? You were so full of confidence at the office—now you're shrinking?"
"That's not what I—"
She'd taken it as me lacking confidence. I'd just wondered why me out of all the guys.
"Why do you think A-ra's so hung up on you? Even said she won't renew unless we assign you as Yu-ra's full-time manager. You have no clue about your own worth."
First I'd heard about Yu-ra's renewal. Full-time my ass—she was gunning to kill me.
"And crucially, who else but you has the great Min A-young begging first? That answer enough?"
"Fair enough. Sorry if I upset you."
"Not upset. Just frustrated you undervalue yourself."
"Thanks for seeing the best in me."
"Still no answer."
Actions over words—I grabbed her shoulders. Her eyes went wide in surprise, but I didn't give her a second, sealing our lips.
"Mmgh...!"
I thought it was beer breath, but Balleys lingered sweetly. Licking her lips for that sharp fizz, our breaths collided hotly. Balleys' sweetness, beer's malty finish, soju's sharp booze—fueled by furnace-like heat. Her desire for me burned this fierce? No idea.
*Slurp... smack, *schlurp... haah*♡
Her tongue invaded first. No tentative probing—she coiled around my neck, sucking my lips and tongue like she wanted to devour them. *Slurrrp... smooch, *sluuuurp.
'Fuck, what suction power.'
Suction cup in her mouth or what? *Schlurp, smooch, *slooooorp—she inhaled like mad while drooling saliva from one side. Sweet as Balleys. After ages, she pulled back gasping. A thin strand connected our lips, snapping away.
With each deep breath, her national-treasure tits heaved. Her flushed cheeks and nape looked ready to burst with juice if I bit. That sultry gaze—pure lust.
"Like my answer?"
"Love it. The girls would melt."
"And you?"
"Kill me with it."
She pointed below. My rock-hard cock was screaming to bust out.
"I'll do my best."
Leaning for her nape, she pushed my shoulders.
"I wanna wash up first..."
"Together?"
"Love bathroom sex."
Quickie type like Na-young, huh.
Under the lights, Min's naked body was art. Flushed cheeks in shy embarrassment, snowy-white nape, national-treasure tits, cinched waist, firm hips—my cock angled steeper toward the ceiling.
"No need to ask your thoughts. Looks even bigger than before."
"Your fault—blood's rushing south."
"Wanna help with that, but tub first."
She wanted to soak. Playing it cool, but tense as hell. No matter how you spin it, what we were about to do was adultery. She was spreading for a guy who wasn't her husband; I was touching a married woman. This is wrong vs. So much hotter—what's to hesitate? Brief tug-of-war in my head. Latter crushed it, obviously.
Old saying: best pleasure's with another's wife. Just a stud chasing the peak.
"You look conflicted."
Mind reader now?
"'Cause I'm married? Or too old?"
"You're not old. It's the married part..."
Her whisper cut me off.
"I said be my husband for one day. Think of me as your wife. Your older wife."
She grinned like that nailed it. Tub was full now.
"Can I join?"
"Hell yeah."
Bigger than expected—thanks, Gramps. I sank in; she turned, settling primly in front of me. Could've sat facing, but maximized contact. Couldn't peel eyes from her flawless white back. Lips to nape-back junction—*smack smack* suck.
"Haht, starting already?"
"Tasting. Checking the flavor."
*Slurrrp... smooch, *schluuurp *sloooorp.
She twitched but took my lips meekly.
Sucking from nape to shoulder, palmed her tits. Perfect weight zinged my hand. Nipples eraser-hard from arousal. Tweaked between fingers—she moaned sensually.
"Haht, haaang... ahht...."
She rolled her hips sticky, grinding her ass crack on my cock.
"You're starting too, President."
"Can't help it with you under me... haht."
"Know what you're doing? It's sumata."
"Sumata?"
Thigh-pussy or ass-crack friction. Her settling on my upright dick made it happen by accident. Too detailed'd kill the mood—said it existed and moved on. Later, explain and demand proper.
Her swollen tits overflowed one hand. Firmness aside, this size drove men insane. Kneaded to shape, milked nipples long.
"Haht, hurts... don't pull so hard."
Words said, but purring like a kitten. Precise career woman mewling in my arms—the gap was killer.
She spun, mashing huge tits like a stamp. Her eyes? Predator spotting prey.
"No fun if only I cum fast."
Licked lips, sucked my nape *smack smack*. Stroked her back rhythmically, savoring the sticky suction. Bathroom steamed with our heat.