Chapter 53
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: Tattoo Punishment
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Soon, Yi Hyunwoo's eyes landed on Seo Jin-ah's lower body. He savored the view, his gaze sliding slowly from her slender ankles and calves upward to her creamy thighs and voluptuous hips.
The sheer 15-denier nude stockings clung to her skin, and beneath them peeked her black lace T-panty—the barely-there string kind she'd worn a few times at his command.
"I... is this enough now? Deputy Manager Yi?"
Of course, the scant fabric of the T-panty left her neatly groomed mound brazenly exposed. But Hyunwoo wasn't satisfied yet.
"You haven't taken everything off."
"Please... Deputy Manager Yi."
- Murmurs
"Eek!"
Startled by the sound of footsteps passing behind the emergency exit door, Jin-ah let out a small scream.
"If you're gonna do it, hurry up before someone comes."
"Hic..."
- Slip
As if she'd made up her mind, she squeezed her eyes shut and slid both the stockings and T-panty down to her thighs in one go.
Just as she'd said, her skin was perfectly waxed—not a single hair on her pale mound. Her cute, tightly closed slit. And the clear fluid trickling down her thigh.
'Fluid?'
- Spread
"Hauk!"
His index finger pried apart one tightly clenched labia, revealing the pink inner flesh. The legendary pink pussy from men's fantasies was right there—Seo Jin-ah's.
And the sticky love juices stretching in strings. Shockingly, she was aroused even now.
"Hahaha."
"Haht... haa... stop, please stop..."
Her mature body, softened to a ripe, languid puddle. In the emergency stairwell, Seo Jin-ah had spread herself open, dripping with arousal—fully primed to accept his cock.
"Then... tha... stooop, mmph mmph..."
- Slurp slurp
Hyunwoo shoved his finger, slick with her juices, straight into her mouth. She panicked at first but soon gave in, sucking it clean with wet, smacking sounds.
"Good attitude. We'll continue after work."
With that, he turned and headed back to his desk.
Once he was gone, Jin-ah pulled her panties and nude stockings back up to her thighs. She straightened her skirt, which she'd hiked up to her waist, before finally returning to her seat.
'Ahh... why does it itch so much...'
Her body was already burning, and his teasing caresses had poured fuel on the fire. She was going mad.
'There's still hours until quitting time... what do I do...'
Just a light touch from his finger on her folds, and she craved cock unbearably.
Her thighs kept getting soaked with her shameful juices. Afternoon work was already a lost cause.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to her, the workday ended. The two met at Hyunwoo's car in the parking lot.
"How about dinner at your place like last time?"
Hyunwoo had initially planned to take her to their usual rundown motel for some messy sex, but he suddenly remembered the dinner she'd cooked before.
That day he'd fully conquered her newlywed home—despite her protests—the homemade meal had left a deep impression.
Jin-ah shuddered slightly, recalling that nightmare... or was it? But she nodded cautiously. With her husband Lee Byung-joo absent, she felt somewhat relieved.
- Vroom
His SUV headed to the now-familiar newlywed apartment.
"It's nothing fancy, but eat up, Deputy Manager Yi."
Kimchi jjigae bubbling in an earthen pot, steaming beef bulgogi, and neat side dishes. Despite her words, it was a thoughtfully prepared dinner.
After marrying Byung-joo, Jin-ah had wanted to cook for him with care. She'd even attended cooking classes to master the basics.
Her husband loved Korean food, so her specialties were mostly that. Without Hyunwoo, she and Byung-joo would have shared sweet newlywed dinners here—but their normal marriage was already shattered.
- Chomp chomp
"Wow, the seasoning is perfect."
All that remained was Hyunwoo barging in like a husband to eat dinner, and Jin-ah losing her fidelity, clinging to another man in guilty pleasure.
"Whew... I ate like a pig."
Was it the home-cooked meal after so long? He wolfed down everything she'd prepared. Sated, his gaze now turned to her across the table.
As he reached to grab her ample breasts—
"Oh, this. You left it here last time."
Jin-ah pulled a necktie from her bosom and handed it to him. From their heated romp in the newlywed home last time—he'd stripped haphazardly, leaving it behind.
"It was under the bed."
Hand-washed, it smelled of fresh fabric softener instead of a single guy's stale scent. The knot and entire length were ironed smooth as new.
"Uh... yeah. Thanks."
Instead of groping her, he took the tie. His usual one felt oddly brand new.
A strange feeling stirred.
His dinners were usually microwaved junk, but tonight: hot stew and heartfelt dishes. His wrinkled tie, lovingly laundered and ironed.
Faintly, the marriage fantasy from his youth resurfaced. Coming home to a waiting dinner. Her ironing his shirt each morning, a gentle kiss and "be safe" before work.
Tasting that dreamed life briefly—even after conquering her—gave a different satisfaction than lust. More than sex, he felt...
"...How about a drive instead tonight?"
"Sh... shall we?"
He just wanted to savor this feeling longer.
Surprised by his unusual suggestion, Jin-ah agreed hesitantly, eyeing him curiously.
- Vroom
His car cruised slowly along the lakeside path near her newlywed home. Being outside Seoul, the clear night sky sparkled with stars.
"Wow, the stars are so bright tonight."
"Yeah, they are."
He parked by the road, and they walked the lakeside trail. It was evening, so few people around.
"I never imagined driving and walking with you like this, Deputy Manager Yi."
"Really? We're not that differ—... no, forget it."
Thinking back, their first time was in the basement storage room. Then motels, car, her home—locations changed, but always straight to sex.
Every act was foreplay for fucking. No memory of casual chats like this.
Now, dining like a couple and strolling—it felt oddly fresh. Seo Jin-ah was always a sweet, pretty girl with great tits.
"Ready to head back?"
"Yeah."
'Just drop her off tonight.'
Earlier in the stairwell, he'd eagerly planned how to fuck her. Now, strangely, he didn't crave it.
'Some days are like that.'
After that ordinary yet precious time—
"Alright, go on in."
"Okay... drive safe, Deputy Manager Yi."
Back at her place, they said goodbye. Then—
"Urk..."
A splitting headache hit Hyunwoo.
'This... feels familiar... ugh...'
Déjà vu from some prior experience. The pain lasted seconds, but felt eternal.
"Haa... haa..."
"Deputy Manager Yi! Are you okay?"
"I'm... fine now."
Jin-ah looked at him worriedly. But his recovered gaze dropped between her legs.
Her thighs glistened with soaked juices. The passenger seat was slick too.
He whipped out his smartphone, launching the work system. As expected, her libido was—
"Haha!"
The affection, gratitude, and comfort from dinner and the walk melted away like snow.
Now, only the urge to torment this slut who soaked her pussy even in mundane moments filled his mind.
'Should've noticed her depraved trait sooner.'
He'd almost been fooled. Seo Jin-ah wasn't his ideal wife.
Sweet and elegant on the outside, but her hidden depravity turned immoral acts with another man—despite her husband—into ecstasy.
The devoted wife to Byung-joo was gone.
"Seo Jin-ah!"
"...Yes?"
"What's this on the seat?"
"..."
"What the hell is this mess? Answer me."
"I'm sorry, Deputy Manager Yi..."
Shamed by her own vulgar juices on the seat, she bowed her head, voice trembling.
"Sorry doesn't cut it. You need punishment."
"Please... forgive me."
His cold demeanor shattered the cozy mood.
"Close the door and get back in."
"Wh... where are we going?"
- Vroom
He ignored her, driving aggressively. Soon, they reached a secluded spot outside town.
"Get out."
- Tatuk
A tattoo shop sign he'd spotted once before. Rural area, but surprisingly open—Hyunwoo remembered it.
"Why... here, Deputy Manager Yi?"
"No chatter. Inside."
Sensing doom, Jin-ah trembled in fear. But post-headache, his fondness for her plummeted.
Just a lewd married slut writhing in depravity.
- Ding
"Welcome!"
Weekday evening—shop empty. A blond, fat tattooist covered in garish ink greeted them. His sagging flesh made the tattoos look filthy. No wonder no customers.
"Getting a tattoo?"
"Yeah, my girlfriend here."
He yanked the trembling Jin-ah forward.
"No, I don't want to..."
Conservative Jin-ah had never considered ink on her body.
"This is your punishment."
His whisper in her ear—stone-faced—
[User Seo Jin-ah's Obedience decreases by 3.]
[Obedience: 7/10]
—dropped her [Obedience] sharply with her fierce refusal.
With [Obedience] as the price, she had no way to defy his command now.