Prologue: The Sweetest Taste

The world is full of delicious things.

And I'm not just talking about food. Life is a lot like an Americano or a shot of soju — bitter as hell at first, but linger with it long enough and you'll start to taste the sweetness. This is one of those things.

Hngh. Haah. Hnn.

At first there was guilt. Self-loathing. But at some point, I finally understood.

Wasn't this, of all things, the most delicious thing life had to offer?

"Shake it properly. If you don't do it right, I'll pull out."

"I-I'll shake it! Please don't pull out!"

The woman whipped her head from side to side. But her body was already twitching, trembling — she was clearly approaching her limit.

This woman — black hair carefully styled into soft waves that broke at her shoulders, looking at a glance like she was in her mid-thirties — was the wife of the department head at my company. Around the office, the two of them were famous for how well they got along, the kind of couple people actually gossiped about. But ever since she'd caught my eye, she'd transformed into this: a filthy bitch shaking her ass on top of me.

How did I pull it off? Hell if I know. I just did my damnedest, that's all I can say. Of course, it wouldn't have been possible without a decent face and a big cock.

But more than any of that, the decisive factor was simpler: once I got a real taste for this work, I fell in completely. There are plenty of guys out there better looking than me, plenty with bigger dicks. But almost nobody actually does this.

I shifted my hand and ran my fingers along the base of my cock. She'd squirted so much that my fingers came away slick and dripping.

"Feel good?"

"Y-yes! It feels good!! Haah."

"How good?"

"So good I could die happy right now!! Haaang!"

And as if to prove it, the woman shuddered hard, her tongue lolling out long and slack. A wet, shameful gush spilled out of her. A grown woman, making a mess of herself. Now that was a sight.

She was ripe. I could feel it — time to harvest the fruit.

"I'm about to come, so pick up the pace."

"Yeees..."

Even with her tongue twisted in her mouth, her hips still moved — all that training paying off. That sensation of her pussy clamping down around my cock. I looked up. Her eyes kept rolling back, a broken little hiccuping sound spilling from her throat.

Doing it right after she'd just come was the best. That feeling of a female's hole clenched so tight it felt like it was crushing my cock.

Nnh. Here it comes.

"I'm coming. Swallow it down to the root!"

"Ahhk. O-outside... o-oh, today's a dangerous day!"

"Want me to stop seeing you?"

At that single sentence, her mouth snapped shut.

"T-that's..."

"If you don't, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠then wring it out with that filthy hole of yours!"

Conflict flickered across the woman's face. Eyes that didn't know what to do. If I came inside her, there was a high chance she'd get pregnant. But if she refused, this arrangement was over.

So. What was it going to be?

She bit down hard on her lip — and then, at last, she started slamming her hips.

Slap. Slaap. Slap. Slap.

"C-come inside me! Please come inside Jeong-ah's pussy!!"

She clenched down around me over and over, as if begging me to hurry. That's it. Exactly the reaction I'd expected. I'd put in the work to get her here, after all. I matched her, driving my hips up even harder.

"I'm coming! Filling another man's wife on her dangerous day!!!"

"Haah. W-we shouldn't... honey, I... I really..."

The orgasm surged up. I held it back as long as I could, then buried myself as deep as I would go and dumped everything I'd been saving in a single rush.

"Get pregnant! Take a wombful of my cum and get pregnant!!"

"I'm so sorryyy, honeeey!!! Hnnngh!!!"

A thick, pulsing flood. Pulse. A long, shuddering pulse. The climax ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠went on and on. My cum struck the inside of her womb and overflowed, dripping onto the floor one drop at a time.

"Haah. Getting pregnant... on a subordinate's cock... I'm coming while I get pregnant...!"

And a beat later, her own climax burst out of her. Another wet gush. I glanced down. The floor was soaked, as if the rain had leaked in. Cleaning this up was going to take a while.

Not that I was the one cleaning it.

I checked the time. Two o'clock. Still plenty of time before the department head got off work.

In that case—

"Alright then. Ready for round two?"

"H-huuuh?"

She was still drifting, barely coherent after what she'd just been through. Not that I needed her permission. I did what I wanted, when I wanted. I lifted her off the chair and carried her to the bed, then laid her down with her belly facing the ceiling.

A couple's bedroom is a special place.

Special for them. And special for me. Something about it doubled the heat — especially on a day like this.

"Coming again!! Right here in the marital bed, I'm going to get you pregnant with another man's child!!! You hear me?!"

No answer. She still hadn't come back to herself. Fine. I'd just keep shaking her.

Somewhere in the middle she surfaced and started begging me to stop. I ignored her and kept thrusting, silent and steady. After I came three more times, I finally stood up.

From her flushed, swollen pussy, frothy white cum spilled out without pause.

Even I'll admit I came a lot.

But it couldn't be helped. This stage was the part that got me off the most.

"Cock feels so good... breeding sex feels so gooood... heh..."

Take what belongs to someone you know. Get her pregnant with your child. That was the sweetest taste of life I had ever discovered. A high no other pleasure on earth could touch — a flavor like a drug.

"Get up. Your husband's coming home soon."

I patted her cheek, but she didn't respond. She'd be out of it for a while, most likely. She'd come too many times to count. I left her exactly as she was and slipped out of the room alone.

Whether they caught us or not, I didn't care. I'd already turned in my resignation. And just in case, I was planning to go quietly off the grid for a while.

How was I going to eat, then? Come to think of it, I haven't mentioned this yet. My face and my cock were a cut above, sure — but my wealth was no less impressive. I'd never felt particularly rich, but objectively speaking, I probably wouldn't have to work another day in my life.

Haaah.

I stepped out of the apartment and drew in a lungful of fresh air. It made me want a cigarette, so I lit one and stood there thinking. I'd just about finished with this woman. Time to find the next target...

The question was where to look. As delicious as this was, it had one decisive flaw: finding the right woman took far too long. I hadn't had many friends in school, and most of those had faded once we stopped keeping in touch. I'd never bothered much with office socializing either — not when I already had money. So connections, acquaintances? I barely had any.

No need to rush. I'll take my time.

And cooling my head for a while wouldn't be the worst idea either. I started walking, climbed into my car — and then, out of nowhere, my phone rang.

I checked the screen. One of the few friends I had left.

The favor was simple enough. His daughter was coming home from studying abroad, and there was nobody available to pick her up at the airport. So he was asking me.

"Fine. Calling me up and leading with the favor — you really haven't changed."

Not a single thing different from the old days, this guy. Our histories were so thoroughly tangled that we'd gone through elementary, middle, and high school together, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and maybe that was why. He was shameless. No — he was extremely shameless.

No, wait. Thinking about it, he never did have any sense of tact.

An oblivious, shameless bastard. And yet he was also the kind of guy who still called first, still called a guy like me his friend.

"I don't know. Turned in my resignation today. Was thinking of going somewhere to take a break."

"Hang out? What are we, kids?"

What fun was there in knocking around with another guy? But this idiot really, truly had no sense of tact.

There was no getting through to him.

"Ah, just hang up already. Leave your daughter to me. Min-ah, right?"

Click. The line went dead. The second he'd gotten what he wanted, he hung up on me, one-sided as you please. He was the only one. The only person in my life who would hang up on me like that. If the women who'd been shaking their hips on top of me ever found out, they'd probably faint on the spot.

Haaah. Still, it wasn't like I had anything else going on. Doing one favor for a friend wasn't exactly hard.

...or so I thought. I was a fucking idiot.

Why the hell was the airport so packed today — and why, of all people, did that woman have to be here?

Ha-yeong. The wife who used to live next door. I'd had a great time fucking her, gotten her pregnant, and then run. And here she was, waiting on one side of the terminal for whoever she'd come to meet.

My luck really is garbage.

Her vibe and her hairstyle had changed enough since then that she didn't recognize me — but that was only because we'd passed each other in a glance. If we'd actually come face to face, she would have known me the same way I knew her after four years. As a little insurance, I put on a pair of sunglasses I didn't need and kept pushing them up my nose, one adjustment at a time.

Time passed. People started coming through, one after another.

Let's see.

Jae-min would have already gotten in touch with her, but just in case, I pulled up the photo he'd sent and checked Min-ah's face. The last time I'd seen her was seven years ago, so she'd probably grown quite a—

Huh?

For a second, my mind went completely white. Then reality rushed back in. Haha... people always say a girl's face changes a lot when she grows up. As a kid she'd taken after Jae-min. Grown up, she was the spitting image of her mother. It was enough to make you wonder if every last one of Jae-min's genes had evaporated, leaving nothing behind but her mother's.

And the interesting part was this: that face was more than enough to drag my first love back up from wherever I'd buried it.

The girl's mother, Jae-min, and me. The three of us had been childhood friends who lived next door to each other in the same neighborhood, close enough that we walked to school together all the way through elementary, middle, and high school. But after the two of them got married, I was the one left behind. I turned my back on them the way I turned my back on my own feelings, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and fled to Seoul like a man running from something.

I'd been with countless women since then, and these days I was actually grateful I hadn't married her. Still. She was my first love. A little tenderness was unavoidable.

That aside... I suddenly really want to do this.

She'd taken after Jae-min when she was little, and she'd been a child, so I'd never given her a second glance. But now she was twenty-one, and the spitting image of her mother...

My appetite was waking up fast. Fast enough that spending a vacation with my buddy was starting to sound pretty damn appealing.