Chapter 64

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Translator: True Detective

Chapter: 63

Chapter Title: Daring Infidelity at the Door

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"Th-that's... enough... mmph... mmph..."

Seo Jin-ah pleaded desperately at the sound of Byung-joo's voice coming from the bedroom, but Hyunwoo ignored her pleading eyes. Only muffled moans—or perhaps words—leaked from her mouth, sealed by his hand.

'Fuck it, so what if we get caught? I'll be fired in three months anyway.'

Having received an impossible [Task Directive], Hyunwoo had long since abandoned any brakes on his reason.

Seo Jin-ah clung desperately to the entryway light switch and shoe cabinet, barely enduring Hyunwoo's pounding from behind. In the bedroom, her husband Lee Byung-joo slept soundly, and even a pink wing-shaped tattoo marked the spot where her hips met her ass—a mark left by Hyunwoo.

It was a situation where he could blow his load right then and there without a word of complaint.

"Mmph... mmph..."

'Yep, her switch is already flipped.'

Was it because of her [Immoral] tendency? Seo Jin-ah was deriving extreme pleasure from this precarious situation where her husband Lee Byung-joo might catch them at any moment. Her pussy clenched so tightly around Hyunwoo's cock that he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.

"Your husband's sleeping right there, and you're this turned on? Huh? Answer me ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠quick."

Hyunwoo released his hand from her mouth.

"Haaang... ha... haaaaa..."

When no answer came, Hyunwoo halted his hips.

"Nooo... please... please don't stop."

Seo Jin-ah begged him now for an entirely different reason. Gone was her usual pure and elegant demeanor; now she was just a woman with a lewd tattoo on her back, pleading to be fucked by another man while her husband slept nearby.

"I still haven't heard your answer."

"Y-yes... I love it!"

"What do you love?"

"C-cock... Deputy Manager Lee's... cock feels so good."

"Heh heh heh, and Byung-joo's sleeping right there? You really love it that much? Incredible, Seo Jin-ah."

Her body trembled at his words. She'd now defiled herself with another man even in her husband's new home.

'Yes... it feels so good... even with Mr. Byung-joo in the bedroom... I shouldn't... but it feels too good...'

Any guilt had vanished; she was utterly addicted to Hyunwoo's drug-like cock.

Losing her mind completely and begging for more, she prompted Hyunwoo to thrust wildly once again.

"Haang... ha... haaaaaang!"

Unable to hold back the insane pleasure, her moans burst out uncontrollably. Hyunwoo glanced toward the bedroom, worried the noise was too loud, but thankfully, Byung-joo didn't stir.

'He won't wake up even to this?'

Not satisfied with just the entryway doggy style, Hyunwoo began inching forward, still pounding her from behind, one step at a time.

"Haang... aang... w-wait... haaaang!"

Pushed by his movements, Seo Jin-ah shuffled forward too. Her natural D-cup breasts bounced wildly, tracing hypnotic arcs.

Thus, pounding away in doggy, they made it from the entryway right up to the bedroom door. Peering through, Hyunwoo could see Byung-joo asleep on the bed.

"N-nooo... haang... haaaang!"

Flailing wildly with nothing to grab, Seo Jin-ah finally clutched the bedroom door handle with both hands.

The lewd symphony of her ass cheeks slapping against Hyunwoo's pelvis made the door she'd grabbed rattle and creak in response.

'Byung-joo... I'm sorry...'

As Hyunwoo thrust into her, Seo Jin-ah gazed at Byung-joo lying on the bed. Guilt stabbed at her heart, but so did resentment toward the husband who couldn't satisfy her. And, incomprehensibly to her own self, this situation dominated her body with insane pleasure.

"Ngh... gonna cum."

"Hiyaaaaaaaang!"

Unable to hold back any longer, Hyunwoo unleashed a massive load of hot semen deep inside Seo Jin-ah's pussy. She climaxed completely too, her ass and thighs quivering in spasms.

It was just one round of sex, but her skyrocketing [Submission] made it clear how far gone she was.

As Hyunwoo's snake-like cock slipped out of her pussy, thick white semen gushed back out, trickling down her thighs to splatter on the floor.

"Haaang... haa haa... aaaaa..."

"Time to finish up."

He hadn't planned to go this far tonight—even he thought he'd lost his mind. But with Byung-joo sleeping right there, cleanup oral was non-negotiable by Hyunwoo's iron rule.

"Slurp... slurp... schlurp..."

Without a word, Seo Jin-ah dutifully sucked his cock clean of juices and cum, delivering perfect aftercare. Squatting with legs spread, semen still leaked steadily from her gaping pussy—evidence of how much he'd pumped into her.

'Perfect...'

As he savored the final afterglow,

"Mm..."

Byung-joo seemed to finally stir awake for real.

"Get in there, quick!"

Seo Jin-ah, cock still in mouth, hurriedly slipped into the bedroom and shut the door.

"Mm... why aren't you sleeping?"

Awakened perhaps by her moans, Byung-joo asked his wife standing by the bed.

"J-just... the bathroom..."

"Oh yeah?? Mm... go back to sleep..."

"Yes... sweet dreams, Byung-joo."

Byung-joo caught a faint whiff of musky night-bloom scent but drifted off again. Seo Jin-ah, lost in her orgasmic haze, fell asleep instantly too.

The dawn sex with Hyunwoo felt like a dream, but vividly inside her pussy remained another man's semen—not her husband's.

"Whew... looking back, that was straight-up insane."

The next morning at the office, Hyunwoo reflected on the previous night. Lucky he didn't get caught—Byung-joo could've stabbed him and no one would bat an eye.

But try as he might to calm down,

This impossible [Task Directive]'s timer ticked relentlessly downward.

"Fuck... sigh..."

The cigarette in the smoking room tasted harsher than ever. He rummaged through the work system for a solution, but nothing came to mind.

"Fine. Since it's come to this, let's milk as much money as we can."

Upon promotion to [Mid-level Administrator],

The number of people he could contract for [Monetary Provision] had doubled from 10 to 20.

Thanks to pounding [Employment Contracts] into Seo Jin-ah, Eun Seol, and Kim Hye-ri, he'd amassed over 100. Hyunwoo immediately signed [Monetary Provision] contracts with the 10 highest-ranking ones.

An extra 6 million won a month. Normally he'd be thrilled, but viewing it as the total 18 million over the next three months before his firing made it seem meager.

'Can't even cover the car payments... Shouldn't have bought the damn thing.'

Regret flooded him, but the deed was done.

"Hey, drone. Why the long face? Makes you look even uglier."

Just then, Jae-hoon shuffled over in his slippers.

"I'm not in the mood, so don't poke."

"What happened now?"

"Car payments... and this pittance salary feels hopeless."

"Heh heh heh, idiot. Why buy a new car then? Tsk tsk."

Hyunwoo couldn't confess the impending firing in three months and brushed it off.

"I'd snag a used one under 100k km for max value. Yours is triple the price?"

"Value whore, gross."

"Man, you're a mess today. Oh! You hear about that?"

"What now, dude."

Jae-hoon, ever the gossip hound, perked up with sparkling eyes.

"You know Assistant Manager Choi Go-eun?"

"Choi Go-eun?"

"Yeah, the one dispatched to the US."

"Oh! Right, three years ago?"

Hyunwoo's newbie days made memories fuzzy, but it was big news: rare special promotion and overseas dispatch for a woman.

"So why her?"

"Dude, you never saw her in person?"

"Nah, was buried in work."

No way a newbie had time for scanning colleagues—unlike Jae-hoon.

"Tsk tsk, missed that view. Pitiful life, man."

"What? That hot in our company?"

If Jae-hoon hyped her this much, her [Charm] had to be at least 7. But checking the system, only Seo Jin-ah, Eun Seol, and Kim Hye-ri hit 7.

"Overseas dispatch. Probably under their payroll then."

'Ah!'

It hit like a brick. Dispatch changes affiliation temporarily.

Public servants keep original affiliation, but his agency sometimes shifted it for needs.

Choi ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Go-eun's dispatch hid her from the system.

"S-so she's returning?"

"That's the point. Back next Monday, three days from now."

'Yes! Please!'

A lifeline for Hyunwoo facing termination.

"Dude's shocked. Bigger news: another special promotion."

"What?"

"They begged her to stay with awards and plaques. Insane performance."

"Whoa... so Team Leader?"

"Yep. CEO personally placing her where she wants."

"Badass... our team?"

"Pfft, dream on. Budget or Planning—some power team."

"..."

"Anyway, her looks were next-level. Still got that class?"

Hyunwoo grilled Jae-hoon for details, but he knew no more: her team, [Charm] over 8, how to approach.

Worries deepened, but nothing to do. Time flew, and Monday—Choi Go-eun's return—arrived in a blink.