Chapter 1 — A Married Man's Love Sickness

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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I'm a regular office worker at a small-to-mid-sized company. I have a happy family—two kids, a loving wife. I am happy now, and I will continue to be happy in the future.

The story I'm about to tell isn't about love. It's about something else—something with a woman who worked for a subcontracting firm we regularly dealt with.

I'd known the owner of that company for years. We were close—like brothers. Since his team handled a lot of our company's work, I visited their office often. And every time I did, there was one woman who always greeted me warmly.

“Section Chief, you're here?”

She'd smile brightly, meeting my eyes with a warmth that felt genuine. What a sweet, cheerful girl… I'd think, grateful but distant. After all, I was a married man. No need to make an impression.

But somehow, I started feeling drawn to her—strangely, inexplicably pulled in.

“Jenny, working hard?”

“Yes, Chief. Want me to make you some coffee?”

“If you make it, I'll drink it. If not, I won't.”

“I'll make it for you. Haha.”

That's just how I am—never pushy. But because of her, I began visiting more often. I'd linger until closing time, then suggest dinner. Then drinks. Then another round. The more we shared these moments, the more my feelings slipped out of my control.

We started chatting over messenger during work hours. After work, I'd drop by to help with tasks. Soon, we were joking around, talking freely, as if we'd known each other forever.

“Sir, it's late—let's go eat. I'm starving. I'll treat you.”

“Oh my~ The section chief is treating? What'll you buy me?”

She always responded like that—playful, teasing.

“What do you want to eat? Let's go get whatever Jenny wants.”

Dinner inevitably led to drinks. And drinks led to second, then third rounds. I should mention—I don't drink much. I enjoy the atmosphere, but these people? They'd drink until they couldn't remember the next day. She was no exception.

One night, we went to a karaoke bar for round two. She cracked open a beer.

“Chief, sing me that song. The one by that singer~”

“Love? That's tough…”

I actually knew it well. I sang it naturally, smoothly. And from that moment, her reaction changed.

“Kyaa! What do I do?! You look different now, Chief! How can you sing so well? So cool!”

Before I knew it, she was hugging me from behind, leaning into me like she was too drunk to stand. Then—she kissed my cheek.

I was shocked. I wasn't drunk at all.

But there were other employees around, so I played it cool. No need for rumors. That would only hurt me.

She's just drunk. Everyone makes mistakes when they're drunk.

The next day, I messaged her.

“Did you get home okay? I put you in a taxi.”

“I don't remember. Section Chief ”

She didn't remember. But I remembered everything. After that, similar things kept happening.

Like the time she suddenly applied lip tint and said, “Chief, look at me. Pucker up,” then smeared the same tint from her lips onto mine.

Arm-in-arm walks back to the car after drinking? Normal. Even with others watching.

She loved mini skirts. And every time she drank, she'd jokingly beg to be carried piggyback, then actually climb onto my back.

What is this? Is this a green light? Why is she doing this? I'm a married man…

I was the only one taking it seriously.

At every drinking session, whenever I said anything, she'd burst out laughing. “Really, Chief? You're so funny. Hahaha. Where else would I find someone like you?”

If I were single, I wouldn't have hesitated. No restraint, no second thoughts.

If I'd met her outside work, I'd have pursued her boldly.

Once, during a drinking session, her hand casually slid onto my thigh. Completely natural. I pretended not to notice.

W-what…?

But then, I gently placed my hand over hers. She didn't pull away. Just sat there, pretending nothing happened. My mind spun even faster.

On the way home, I texted:

“Had fun today. Get home safe.”

“You too, Chief.”

I joked back:

“Love you so much♥”

“Me too♥”

...Hmm.

This wasn't something I could just ignore. She was pretty, had a great figure, and was genuinely kind. Of course other men noticed. With prey like that, the hyenas couldn't stay away.

But she knew how to defend herself—clear boundaries. So why was she acting like this with me?

I wasn't rich. I was married. I had nothing special to offer.

The final night came. Loud, chaotic, full of food and laughter. Again, we exchanged secret glances.

She was wearing a mini skirt again. Drunk, she spilled her drink right on her lap.

Sitting beside her, I quickly pulled out tissues and started wiping. My hand brushed her calf, her knee, her thigh—and then higher. She didn't resist.

The night was going well, but the company owner—a heavy drinker—got completely wasted again. We'd already had three rounds. Everyone was drunk, scattering to go home.

Her place was nearby. If I walk her home, maybe I can create the right moment.

Just as I stepped forward to offer, the boss—the same guy I'd been watching closely—cut in.

“I know where Jenny lives! I'll take her! Trust me!”

No… What the hell is he thinking…

Both of us frowned. The boss was an older bachelor, so nothing would happen—but you could never be too careful. And I couldn't exactly say, “No, I'll take her.”

I already knew where she lived. I slipped to my car and waited in front of her apartment.

I turned on the radio, sang along, and watched the side mirror for her.

Sure enough, they were arguing. They walked toward me, ten meters apart.

I thought they were waiting at the crosswalk—but suddenly, she flagged down a taxi and got in.

The boss, ahead of her, kept walking, clueless.

In that split second, I calculated everything. I made an illegal U-turn across eight lanes and chased the taxi.

It didn't go far—stopped almost immediately.

I parked quietly behind it. She stepped out. I got out silently and walked toward her.

“Jenny, what are you doing here? Why aren't you going home?”

“Eh? Section Chief~ Why are you here?”

“I was leaving, but I saw you and stopped.”

“Hiiing The boss was chasing me… I was so scared…”

She buried her face in my chest, clinging like a child.

“It's okay. I'll take you home. Get in the car.”

“Where are we going?”

“Where else? Home.”

“Hii… I haven't had enough to drink yet…”

I helped her into the car and drove back to her apartment.

“Thank you, Chief~”

“Hey. Still calling me 'Chief'? Call me David.”

“Yes, David… I… I'll go now.”

“Hmm. Yeah, okay. But don't leave yet—give me one kiss first.”

Her face moved closer.

Is this really okay?

Our lips met. As if by silent agreement, our tongues tangled. We clung to each other, devouring, lost in the moment.

She shoved her tongue deep into my mouth, grinding against me. My hands, trembling, slid from her legs up to her chest.

“Haa… stop… Chief… David…”

“Haa… why?”

“What if someone sees…? The boss might still be around…”

“Don't worry. He's gone. He's already left.”

Another kiss. My hand found her breast. Her breath grew ragged.

“Haa… we shouldn't… haa…”

“Why? You don't like it? Should I stop?”

“No… haa… it's not that I don't like it…”

“Then I won't stop…”

My hand slid between her legs.

“Haa… huuuk…”

Her breathing grew heavier, rougher.

My greedy hands began peeling off her clothes, one piece at a time. She didn't resist—helped, lifting her arms, raising her hips. I stripped her down—blouse, bra, panties—then ripped off my own clothes in 0.1 seconds.

When my lips touched her chest, her body trembled. I sucked and kneaded her breasts, burying my face in her cleavage, my hands roaming the valley between her thighs. She couldn't take it anymore—climbed on top of me.

Starting with kisses, then my earlobe, my neck, my chest—then, without hesitation, she took my hard cock into her mouth and sucked wildly.

My hands never stopped—stroking, pinching, teasing everywhere. I lifted her up, using my tongue to explore every inch of her.

Naked, she became a slave to my tongue, writhing as I devoured her.

Her pale, smooth skin was flawless. Her pubic hair was soft, her labia perfectly shaped.

I flicked my tongue against her clit—her back arched like a bow. I licked carefully, lovingly, from her outer lips to her swollen clitoris.

“Haa… oh… yes… more…”

When she moaned like that, I knew—push harder. I licked faster, more insistently.

“Ah… I'm so turned on… please… do it…”

“Don't like it? Wait.”

“Ahh… huuuk… huu…”

Her moans turned into sobs. That was my cue. I rubbed my hard cock against her soaking wet slit, grinding fiercely.

“Haa… huuu… ahuk…”

“I'm going in…”

I thrust deep, her wetness making it easy.

“Haa… haa… so good…”

I liked sitting face-to-face, so I lifted her onto my lap.

She was so turned on she started bouncing wildly, shaking the car. My hands supported her hips, helping her move, while my tongue attacked her nipples.

She pulled my face into her chest, rocking forward and back, up and down, fast and relentless. My cock, overwhelmed by her pace, felt the edge approaching.

“Kkuup… huuuk…”

After about ten minutes, the windows fogged up completely—no one could see in.

Carefully, I laid her down on the passenger seat and began thrusting hard and fast.

One of her legs hooked over my shoulder as I slammed into her.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust...

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap...

She raised her arms, pressing her palms against the window to brace herself.

“Haa… haa… haaak… David… I'm gonna come…”

I gripped her breasts tightly, moving faster, pounding into her—deep, then shallow, deep again, slamming hard.

I could feel my limit approaching. I tried to slow down. But she noticed—wrapped her arms around my waist.

“Haa… just… come inside… haa…”

“Yeah… I'm coming…”

We raced toward the end—faster, harder.

“Kkuup!! Hwaaak!”

With a single cry, I emptied myself deep inside her. She came too—I could tell by the wild, guttural scream she let out.

“Haaaaak! Hwuuup… haa… ahh…”

I didn't ask if she enjoyed it. I thought that would be rude. We cleaned up with the tissues in the car—wiping each other's bodies, redressing.

We looked at each other, then smiled awkwardly, shyly.

In that moment, did an angel descend from the sky?

“Section Chief… that was good.”

Instead of answering, I kissed her lips.

“Get home safely. I'll see you again.”

“Yes…”

I watched her go, then drove home. I took a shower, looked at my sleeping wife and son, and lay down beside them.