Snow-White Panties
Hngh. Hah. Hngh.
Jeong-ah moaned in time with every roll of my hips. Watching that lewd, blissed-out look on her face only made my already-hard cock swell even thicker.
"Feels good?"
"Y-yes! It feels so gooood!!"
Yeah, I could tell. Her pussy was flooding like a broken dam. If this woman had one thing going for her over other married sluts, it was how soaking wet she got. Every time we fucked, the floor ended up soaked — and just looking at that mess was enough to get me hard all over again.
"Where do you want me to cum?"
"I-inside!! Give me that extra-thick cock-milk — get me pregnant♥!!"
She was getting pretty good at begging. She knew exactly what a man wanted to hear. I picked up the pace, hips snapping faster as I prepared to pump her full.
"Here comes the load that's gonna knock Jeong-ah up!! Don't you dare spill a drop — take it all!!"
"Y-yesss!! Give it to meee♥!!"
She held both legs up toward the ceiling, hands cupping her own ass, catching every last drop I poured into her. Whether her arms were giving out or she was just coming that hard, her whole body shook violently.
After I finished dumping my load, I rocked my hips a few more times, working it in deep so it would take. Then I pulled out — and with a wet, heavy gush, a thick handful of white spilled out of her.
"Ahehh... cock feels so good... I'm gonna get pregnant..."
She collapsed. She'd clearly enjoyed herself just as much as I had. Gravity pulled her tits out to either side; when I reached over and squeezed, the flesh surged up between my fingers like it wanted to burst free.
"I can't take any more... but... it feels so good."
Strange thing, a woman's chest. Just kneading it like this was enough to feel like therapy. I lingered in that marshmallow softness, riding out the afterglow of orgasm — until the clock on the wall caught my eye.
Mm. About time I headed back.
Four hours of fucking Jeong-ah already. Time to go home. Granted, we'd stopped for a meal in the middle, so it wasn't a full four hours straight. Which meant I still hadn't completely emptied my balls — or the hunger that came with them.
Still. If I want to take down bigger, tastier prey, I need to hold back.
This one I could eat whenever I wanted. And if she ever stopped being useful, she was the type I'd have to clean up anyway. That was why I was already treating her this roughly, already turning up the intensity.
But the new target waiting at home was a different story.
Alright. Time to go.
I got up. Leaving Jeong-ah sprawled there, loopy and fucked-stupid, I took a quick shower. However hard she'd come, she was still lying in the exact same spot by the time I'd washed off and gotten dressed. Both arms and both legs flung wide, cock-juice leaking from between her thighs — the sight of it sent a fresh surge of blood straight to my dick.
No. I need to get home.
I crushed the urge and slapped her cheeks twice.
Smack. Smack.
"Nnh... huh?"
"I'm leaving. You'll catch a cold if you stay like that."
She came to in a daze, pushed herself up, and walked me to the door. That's how far gone she was — she stepped out to see me off, then threw herself into my arms and started kissing me like she was starving.
Ah... I genuinely wanted to go another round. But one more time would eat up a full hour, easy. I enjoyed the kiss a little longer, then pulled away.
"I'm heading out. Get some rest — you'll be exhausted."
"Yeees... you're leaving a little early today."
Her face was full of disappointment. She could barely handle what she'd already taken, and she still wanted more. Married women really were married women.
"I've got something to take care of. I'll see you next time."
"Yes. I'll be waiting for your call, Master."
Being seen off with a naked body and a kiss — by another man's wife, no less — as I walked out of that house.
...Yeah. Nothing in the world beats this.
"Hnn..."
I rushed home — and two hours later, Min-ah still hadn't shown.
Something going on? I checked my phone just in case, but there was nothing from her. Reaching out first, though... that felt off.
Better if Min-ah contacts me on her own. Long-term or short-term, that's how this needs to go.
I wondered for a second if something had actually happened, but if it had, word would've gotten to me through one of her friends. So really...
She's still out there having the time of her life shopping.
Women and shopping. Ugh. Just thinking about it made me tired. When you're working a woman, there are times you end up shopping with her, and it is never anything less than torture. Doesn't matter if she's older or younger — they're all the same. She drags you from store to store, tries on every single thing, and asks how it looks, and every time you're standing there thinking, what the hell am I supposed to say to that?
If she were actually your girlfriend, maybe you could wing it. But when you're seducing someone — when you're in the business of stealing another man's woman — a half-assed answer is worse than saying nothing at all. Do it right, and you can feel a migraine coming on. And women have a sixth sense for this stuff; slack off even a little and they clock it instantly. Either way, it's hell for a man.
Judging by how things are going, I'll probably end up shopping with Min-ah eventually...
Not something I needed to worry about right this second, though. I stretched out on the couch and closed my eyes. She'd come back eventually.........
"Hn?"
I woke to a house that was pitch dark. I checked the time — eleven at night.
Don't tell me she still isn't back?
I looked around the rooms. No sign she'd come in at all. I checked my phone — nothing from Min-ah, nothing from her friend either. A cold little feeling crept up my spine, and I called her.
It rang. Then a click, and the line connected.
"Hello?"
A girl's voice. Not Min-ah's.
...Her friend?
"Hello. This is Min-ah's number, right...?"
"Ah. Yes, it is. Who is this, though?"
Right — what was I supposed to call myself? Blurting out that I was a friend of Min-ah's father felt wrong when it was this late. But I didn't have a better answer ready either.
How did Min-ah even save my number?
What name had she put that this girl was asking who I was? I was about to say something before the silence got suspicious — and then a bunch of other voices bled through the earpiece. A restaurant? A bar?
That was when a man's voice boomed out, loud and close.
"Ma'am! Three more beers and another soju over here!!"
Close enough that he had to be sitting with them. Something in my gut twitched.
In that case.
"I'm a friend of Min-ah's father. She wasn't answering, so I called on his behalf."
The other end went quiet. I could almost hear them whispering to each other.
"Hello?"
"Y-yes?"
"Where is Min-ah right now? My friend has been very worried."
She hemmed and hawed for a second, then spoke carefully.
"Min-ah's really drunk right now... she's right next to me. Should I wake her?"
I had a pretty clear picture. A wasted girl and a group that still had her — the angle wrote itself. A mixer, maybe, or the guys on that side had been making a move. Or the girl on the phone had been given a little something to work with.
If they'd all been drinking together, it didn't quite add up that only Min-ah was wrecked. She could just have a low tolerance. But the hour was what really bothered me.
"I'll come pick her up. Where do I need to go, miss?"
I got the address from her and headed out. Just in case, I pulled the expensive suit I kept in the trunk and put it on — something that would read as "friend of her dad."
The place was a bar right in front of the university. Given the hour, the streets were crawling with young people. Parking looked like a hassle, so I just left the car at the curb and got out. Someone honked behind me; I lifted a hand once and kept walking toward the bar.
"Oh my. Who is that?"
"Some rich kid?"
People glanced at me as I passed. I knew that look. I'd been dressing down lately, but the suit I had on now was the same one I used to wear when I was working someone very high up the ladder. My hair was a little rough, sure — but at a glance, I looked like the well-kept son of a chaebol family. Or a chaebol myself.
I stepped inside. Off to one side, three pairs of guys and girls were drinking. Min-ah was slumped face-down in the corner, completely out.
I started toward her — and a familiar face caught my eye.
"You...?"
"Ah... hello."
For a second I couldn't place him. Then he recognized me, stood up, and bowed. Jae-hyun — Min-ah's school senior, the one I'd run into at the restaurant yesterday.
Hah. Looking at this kid, my gut was screaming. I swept the table. Besides Min-ah, none of the other five looked particularly drunk. I counted the empties, though — not exactly a light night.
"Who answered the phone earlier?"
"Th-that was me."
The girl looking at me raised her hand, careful. A chin-length bob with a perm that made an impression, and makeup to match.
Looks like quite the party girl.
The face of someone who'd be easy, too. She'd been wary at first, like she expected to get chewed out — then she actually looked at me, and her face went red in an instant.
That look in her eyes...
"Ah, hello! But are you really Min-ah's father's friend...?"
"Yes. That's right."
I gave a slight nod — a little cool, clean, and polite. And then I caught myself.
Ah. The second I put this suit on, I start doing this out of habit.
The manners I'd drilled thousands of times for old jobs, slipping out on their own. I'd built that whole refined act so I'd look like I had breeding. Wear a suit that fit this well and it came out whether I wanted it to or not.
Her reaction to it, though, was off. Her eyes were sparkling.
This is going to be a headache.
For the Min-ah campaign, specifically. The hunch hit hard.
That was a problem for later. Right now I needed to get Min-ah out of here.
"If you'll excuse me for a moment."
I indicated Min-ah with a look, and the two girls scrambled up from their seats. I stepped in, scooped Min-ah up in a princess carry, and lifted her. She was lighter than I expected.
"Um, excuse me..."
"Hm?"
I was heading for the door when the girl who'd been staring at me so persistently followed me out. Sorry, but I had zero interest in her.
"We have the clothes Min-ah bought at my place."
"Ah. I see."
In other words: take me home too. But I didn't like the look in her eyes. Something about it sat wrong.
"Then Min-ah and I will come by tomorrow to pick them up."
Her face went blank. Clearly she hadn't expected me to say we'd come get them tomorrow.
"Ah... huh? Okay..."
She looked like she'd just taken a clean hit. Then, deciding it didn't matter, she stepped in closer and introduced herself.
"I'm Ye-rim. Han Ye-rim. Remember that!"
"Right."
I answered and turned around on the spot. I saw the flash of panic on her face and didn't care. She wasn't a target.
Plenty of women had come at me first, the way she just had. And just like a man always has a reason for approaching a woman, every woman who approaches has a reason of her own. This one had probably fallen for the put-together look, the older-man appeal, and the money.
If she'd been my type, I might have given it a second's thought. Unfortunately, she wasn't. I like people who smile with their whole face — the kind whose inside matches their outside. She and I didn't fit at all.
Of course, I don't bother with any of that when I'm taking someone else's.
Like I've said before — that is the greatest flavor of my life. No ideal type in the world comes close.
Soft, even breaths.
I drove Min-ah home in silence, her sleeping in the passenger seat like a baby bird. Afraid of waking her, I drove more quietly and more smoothly than I ever had.
Stopped at a light, I glanced over. She was slumped there with her legs apart. Through the short skirt, a pair of snow-white panties. And through those panties, the thick, plump shape of her pussy. It didn't jump out of the dark, exactly — but the streetlights and the glow from the dash caught it in secret, and that made it even filthier.
I reached out. My hand drifted toward it, slow.
Then I pulled it back.
Not yet.
Always careful. I had no guarantee she was fully under. I wasn't about to wreck this over a moment's greed.
Once we were home, I laid Min-ah on the bed and pulled a chair up beside it. Groundwork — so I could use tonight to raise her affection the right way.
Prep's done. Time I got some sleep myself.
I'd gone pretty hard that afternoon. Even after the nap on the couch, I was still a little worn out. I went to my own bed, dropped onto it, and quietly let sleep take me.