Chapter 18

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Translator: True Detective

Chapter: 17

Chapter Title: Edge of Forbidden Ecstasy

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'Now that's an unexpected result.'

Yi Hyunwoo was originally far from Eun Seol's ideal type. She'd treated him like he was invisible, yet now she was developing favorability toward him.

'Or maybe it's a perfectly natural outcome?'

The [Desire] to appear attractive to someone actually presupposes favorability toward that person. The order might be reversed here, but the emotion amplified by the work system had drawn out that foundational [Favorability].

'Process and result. Antecedent and consequent. In human emotions, aren't these two inseparable?'

This revelation from Eun Seol would make it even easier for Hyunwoo to steer others' feelings in the direction he wanted.

'I'll test this more later.'

Snapping out of his reverie, Hyunwoo amplified Eun Seol's [Favorability] toward him.

Without realizing it, Eun Seol had fallen into a position where she could no longer escape Hyunwoo's grasp.

"Deputy Manager Lee Byung-joo!"

"Yes, coming, Team Leader."

"We've got a meeting with the accounting firm this week. What do you think? You seemed really motivated at the last conference."

"Yes, sir. I'll handle it."

Lately, Lee Byung-joo had grown much more ambitious about his work. It was as if he was trying to overcome the [Frustration] of not being able to sleep with his wife, Seo Jin-ah, by throwing himself into his job like a madman. The team leader and his colleagues recognized his proactive attitude and skills, and he had returned to being the confident, assertive Byung-joo of old.

Thanks to the curse—not quite a curse—that Hyunwoo had placed on him, his libido remained at rock bottom. But thanks to his naturally resilient mental fortitude, he'd learned to avoid stress by immersing himself in work. His mental state had recovered quite a bit as a result.

"Whoa... Deputy Manager Lee, your wife's fashion game is on fire lately."

Of course, there was a reason he could never fully recover his mental state. It was his lovely wife, Seo Jin-ah.

"Haha... It's casual Friday, so she's probably just dressing freely."

He laughed it off lightly, but seeing Section Chief Park from their team ogling his wife and practically drooling made Byung-joo's blood boil. Things had been quiet for a bit, but today his wife had shown up in an outfit straight out of a hooker's wardrobe.

'Why the hell is she suddenly dressing like that?'

Seo Jin-ah was wearing high heels, a black skirt, and a white blouse. The skirt and blouse were standard office wear for female employees on their own, but the problem was how she wore them.

A skin-tight mini skirt that exposed her hip line completely, and a sheer white blouse that let her black bra peek through. Combined with her ample breasts, you could see her cleavage clearly if you looked closely.

At first, the male employees had been too embarrassed—or afraid of sexual harassment claims—to stare. But they'd grown accustomed to Jin-ah's increasingly bold outfits, and now they gawked openly.

Byung-joo, who knew exactly how much crude talk about his wife circulated among the new hires up to the team leader level, felt like he was going insane.

He'd tried soothing her, yelling at her, but Jin-ah's attitude never changed.

"I... I just... honey... I wanted to wear it. Can't I dress how I want once or twice a month?"

She was usually an angelic wife who never talked back, but she always pushed back on comments about her clothes.

Maybe because of his erectile dysfunction. With his confidence in himself toward his wife shattered, Byung-joo had given up nagging her about her outfits. Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't furious about the dirty talk from the male employees.

Not wanting to dwell on his wife's clothes anymore, Byung-joo instinctively threw himself even deeper into work to protect his mental state. Erectile dysfunction, and a wife who dressed like a whore once or twice a month.

He couldn't suspect cheating—her eyes still showed she loved him. Excluding the lack of sex and her occasional baffling outfits, he and Jin-ah were still a loving couple.

'Yeah... I can't even get it up, so I should just let that slide.'

With that, Byung-joo headed off to Seoul on a business trip for the accounting firm meeting, leaving behind his wife in her provocative attire.

"Ahh... aaah... ah ah ah!"

-Thwack! Smack! Thwack-thwack-thwack!

The worst outcome Byung-joo had feared was unfolding right before his eyes—or rather, Hyunwoo's. His wife, Seo Jin-ah, writhing and moaning with another man. In that same dingy motel room where Hyunwoo had first taken Jin-ah during a [Private Gathering] and groped Eun Seol all over, her moans and the slapping of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠flesh filled the air once more.

"Hah... hah... huff..."

Of course, the one ravaging the pink folds between Jin-ah's legs was Yi Hyunwoo. They say the first time is the hardest; second and third are easy. After calling her to the motel via [Private Gathering] and sharing a few drinks, a passionate tryst awaited them like clockwork.

'Byung-joo... oh, Byung-joo... even today... I ended up in another man's arms instead of yours. I'm a bad woman. But... but forgive me, Byung-joo.'

Whether because her [Love] for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her husband had been amplified by the work system, Jin-ah's affection for the impotent Byung-joo only grew as Hyunwoo pounded into her. Ironically, even in these thrilling moments of pleasure, she kept thinking of her husband and blaming herself.

'Yeah, that's the taste. The thrill of stealing a married woman who loves her husband.'

Jin-ah loved her husband but couldn't escape the pleasure he couldn't provide. It was all Hyunwoo's creation of depravity.

"Ah... aaah... ahh... aaaaaah!"

Jin-ah raced toward climax on Hyunwoo's massive shaft. But right as he pierced her depths, the hot rod inside her stopped moving.

"Ah... aaah... haa..."

The pleasure coiling through her body cut off just short of release, leaving her skin tingling and craving that peak. Moments later, Hyunwoo thrust his rigid member back between her folds.

"Uhhaaang! Heeek!"

-Squish... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠squish...

Her body hurtled toward orgasm again from the piston-like thrusts piercing her core. Just as she teetered on the brink, floating on the edge—cruelly, Hyunwoo's cock pulled out from between her petals. In regret, her inner walls clenched lewdly around him, but he mercilessly dragged it free, pulling her pink insides with it.

"Hoo... hooahng..."

As Hyunwoo's teasing thrusts continued, Jin-ah writhed uncontrollably, her overheated body twisting in lewd abandon.

"Hooaang... hiiing... please... haaing... Deputy Manager Lee... I beg you."

Ignoring her pleas, Hyunwoo silently brought his upright, throbbing cock toward her face.

"If you want what you crave, make me feel good first."

-Tap tap.

His thick shaft slapped against her cheek.

"Y-yes?? W-what... what do you mean?"

'Hah... I knew she was conservative as hell, but damn. Do I have to spell everything out?'

Why else bring his dick to her face if not for oral? She wasn't getting it, and it was frustrating.

"Suck it with your mouth. Then I'll give you what you want. Ever heard of give and take?"

"W-what? With my... mouth??"

"Haven't you done oral with your husband? Why the shock?"

"W-what? O-oral? You mean oral?"

Hyunwoo sighed deeply at Jin-ah's clueless reaction to "oral." But hey, teaching a first-timer had its own appeal.

'Your pussy was first for you, but I'll claim your mouth first. Thanks, Byung-joo. Heh heh heh.'

"Okay, start by licking the whole thing like an ice cream cone, coating it with your saliva."

"H-how... how do I even...?"

"Ah, fuck, this is annoying."

Frustrated by her hesitation, Hyunwoo grabbed her head with both hands and pulled it toward his crotch.

"Kyaaak... mmph... mmmph mmmph!"

Jin-ah froze at the sight of his massive cock right in front of her nose, but soon gave in, parting her lips to take it in.

"Heh heh heh. How's it feel giving your first oral to a man who's not your husband?"

The warm, soft touch of her tongue on his glans made Hyunwoo grin wickedly as he teased her.

'Byung-joo must not have trained her much, so now I get to teach her everything step by step in his place. Fine by me—I'll mold her to my taste.'

"Slurp... schloop... slurp slurp..."

'Byung-joo... I've never done something this shameful for Byung-joo...'

As she bobbed her head back and forth on Hyunwoo's cock, her full breasts swayed along with it, brushing softly against his thighs.

"Mmph!!! Mmph mmph!!"

He reached down and grabbed her heaving breasts, begging to be groped. She jolted like she'd been shot. She seemed to want to say something, but with his cock in her mouth, only muffled moans escaped.

"Mmm... grr... graa..."

Her clumsy but soft tongue stimulated his shaft, while he ravaged her overflowing breast with one hand.

'Fucking amazing.'

This filthy motel room was pure paradise for Hyunwoo right now.

"Schloop... slurp... haa... haa... slurp slurp... schloop."

Growing accustomed to oral, Jin-ah's head and tongue moved rhythmically. Her soft tongue glided from base to tip in long strokes. She couldn't deepthroat, but she sucked diligently on the head while bobbing eagerly.

'My mouth... it's going numb...'

Her jaw ached from keeping her mouth wide for his size. While she sucked away, her frustrated body burned hotter, reaching the critical point.

'Hurry... put it in already... haa...'

Desperate to satisfy him even a second sooner, the eager student mastered his instructions flawlessly for her first time. If Byung-joo saw this, he'd be floored—but regardless, Jin-ah was giving her all to sucking a stranger's cock for the first time in her life.

'Feels good, but not quite enough to cum.'

Despite her quick learning, her inexperience meant it wasn't quite ejaculation-level pleasure. While mauling her breasts—which were already half-exposed—Hyunwoo yanked her dress down to her navel.

The black fishnet bra he'd made her wear today was cupless, supporting only the underboob. It exposed her nipples completely, like something from porn. No cups, but the underwire made her D-cup breasts stand out even more.

"Mmph!! Mmph mmph!! Haa... haa... why...?"

Caught off guard mid-oral, Jin-ah covered her chest with both hands out of lingering shame, looking up at him. Her slender arms couldn't hide half of them, leaving her pale cleavage and pert pink nipples fully visible.

"This is taking all night."

"Kyaaak!"

Prying her hands away with brute strength, he thrust his cock into her cleavage.

'So... hot...'

His scorching shaft asserted its presence between her breasts, hot enough to burn. Ignoring her reaction, Hyunwoo positioned himself for the titjob of his dreams.

A woman's ample bust was essential for paizuri, but size wasn't everything—cock length and girth mattered more for burying and thrusting between them.

From that angle, Hyunwoo's [Virility 7] shaft more than met the requirements. And Jin-ah's breasts went without saying.

"Ah... ahh... ahng... w-what... is this...?"

His saliva-slick cock slid back and forth in her cleavage, using her spit as lube.

"Don't just sit there—push your tits together with your hands, Seo Jin-ah."

She had no idea what paizuri was, and it sure wasn't normal by her standards. Shameful as it was, her overheated body—tormented by his edging thrusts—complied. She cupped her full breasts, squeezing them around his pistoning shaft.

Her soft mounds enveloped him perfectly from both sides. A flawless paizuri.