Chapter 1 — A Married Woman's Affair (1)

"I won't ask for your body... not at first."

The section chief spoke with sudden, unshakable resolve, as if transformed. His tone carried an oppressive weight that brooked no refusal.

"Only... I'd like you to help me relieve a certain physiological need."

He looked directly at Sarah Han. It was, in essence, a negotiation.

"In return, I'll actively support your business venture."

Sarah Han had only two choices before her: accept this man's demand or walk away from everything.

A moment later, she opened her mouth, as though having made up her mind.

"Can such a thing... really happen here?"

"Of course... if you allow it!"

"What exactly... do you want me to do?"

Her question stemmed from his earlier words—that he wouldn't demand her body.

Then the man told her to take him into her mouth and bring him to release.

"No... I'd rather take off my clothes..."

To pleasure this stranger with her mouth was simply unthinkable. She'd rather give him her body. That felt easier.

"If you do that... what more could I possibly want?"

Sarah Han lifted her skirt. Rising slightly from the green vinyl chair, she slid her panties down to her ankles. The man watched, breath held, every movement sharp in his gaze.

His rough breathing tightened her chest even more. Now stripped of her underwear, she remained seated with her skirt bunched above her hips, legs parted, eyes closed. Only his actions remained.

She heard the click of his belt buckle, followed by the rustle of fabric, then the sound of pants being lowered. Hot breath brushed against her cheek.

His calloused hand tore through the front of her blouse and plunged toward her breasts—violating sacred territory untouched by any man but her husband.

He pulled her upright, hoisted one leg high, and set her on the desk. Then he lunged forward.

He seemed to have no patience for preliminaries.

There was only biological discharge.

Like a desperate man rushing to empty his bowels, barely sitting on the toilet before the flood came—he thrust a few times and finished just as quickly, leaving nothing behind but emptiness.

Yet even in that brief span, Sarah Han's erogenous zones had been intensely stimulated. An indescribable thrill, unlike anything she'd ever felt with her husband, coursed through her entire body.

At the very moment an outsider's thick shaft forcefully pushed into her for the first time, her whole body went numb. Wetness gushed from between her legs, her inner lips quivered uncontrollably, and she nearly fainted.

Moreover, she had never before experienced such an abundant flow of secretion from her groin.

Ah~~!! So this is what it feels like to be moved by a man—Sarah Han screamed inwardly.

After all, with a shaft far thicker than her husband's churning inside her, it took only a few forceful thrusts before Sarah Han herself became wildly aroused, nearly passing out from excitement.

Oh, how good this feels...

But outwardly, she showed nothing.

Having finished once in haste, the man's hardness stiffened again immediately, and he began thrusting into her once more—forcing Sarah Han to go through it twice.

And yes, Sarah Han tasted pleasure so deep she now felt languid and spent.

It had been a long time—since her husband fell ill—since she'd last felt such satisfaction.

When he was done, the man shoved his still-glistening shaft back into his underwear without wiping it, then pulled up his pants.

No matter how you looked at it, the scene resembled nothing so much as a man hastily leaving the restroom after relieving himself.

It was Sarah Han who was left in an awkward position.

He hadn't wiped himself—how could she, as a woman, spread her legs to clean her own genitals?

Unsettled, yet helpless, she pulled her panties back on and let her skirt fall.

Still, that day's outcome had been favorable. After all, she'd removed her panties five times, allowing five complete strangers to enter her.

Her body felt as heavy as lead—but compared to the satisfaction of achieving in one day the sales target she hadn't met in months, the physical humiliation meant nothing.

In truth, Sarah Han had gone a full year without intimacy with her husband. In the end, she'd gained both pleasure and profit.

As she slipped away from the scene, a sticky, metallic-smelling fluid trickled down her thighs. Aside from that unpleasant sensation, Sarah Han felt as if she were flying. The liquid coating her inner thighs was a blended masterpiece—five men's releases mixed together.

Several months later...

Sarah Han's performance graph began to rise steadily. The thickness of cash in her hands grew heavier, too.

Life was finally becoming comfortable. Meanwhile, her sickly husband grew increasingly lazy in response.

Worse, he started stealing money from her earnings to spend on alcohol.

At first, it was small amounts—but gradually, the sums increased. Then, eventually, Sarah Han began to smell other women on her husband's body.

For a while, she ignored his debauchery.

Because deep down, she carried a faint sense of guilt over her own actions.

Lately, there had been absolutely no physical contact between them.

He played around with strange women...

And Sarah Han? She was beginning to enjoy her affairs with other men. Never before had she felt so proud of her womanly body.

She realized anew: a woman's body, properly nurtured, could generate wealth.

In fact, she now saw her most intimate place as nothing less than a golden egg-laying henhouse.

"I'm shocked... I never thought you'd go this far..."

Miran said it during their rare dinner together.

"What are you talking about? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No pretending—we both know the truth!"

"Me? Pretending? When have you ever seen me pretend?"

"Anyway... I've been meaning to ask—how's our older brother doing?"

"Our... older brother?"

"You know—the site manager at the dam construction project!"

"What?! That man is your brother?!"

"You didn't know? I told my brother I was sending you over!"

"No... I had no idea... that was never mentioned!"

Sarah Han didn't know where to look. That man was her sister's brother? And yet he'd acted so cold, humiliated her like that.

Never mind that now...

From the start, the man had treated Sarah Han generously. He looked to be just past forty, balding in a way that gave him a calm, dignified charm. It wasn't unreasonable for Sarah Han to feel a vague warmth toward him.

Even in her thirties, Sarah Han was the kind of woman men desired—moderately beautiful, with a soft, inviting figure perfectly suited to stir middle-aged lust.

And she possessed a natural, almost innate quality—a subtle seductiveness that made men believe they could win her over with just a little effort. Not that Sarah Han had ever consciously tried to seduce anyone. In fact, she wasn't even aware of this inherent allure woven into her being.

She shifted in her seat several times, then raised one knee to ease the numbness.

The moment Sarah Han lifted her knee, the man froze like an animal in heat, unable to tear his eyes away. He stamped the document abruptly, then sat back down, face flushed, coughing exaggeratedly to hide his embarrassment.

Well, how many men could stay composed when a white triangle of her panties came fully into view—and a few strands of intimate hair peeked out from the side?

Unaware, Sarah Han thanked him and left. What a truly kind man!

She was thrilled—she'd secured the shop lease far more easily than expected. Back home, crouched before her dressing table, she carefully reviewed the contract the man had signed.

With this, she'd acquired the shop at a surprisingly low price. All that remained was renovation and opening. But then, glancing toward the mirror, she froze in shock.

Reflected there—her seated posture, one knee raised.

Ah~~... So that's why...

Now she understood completely why the man had stammered and blushed moments ago. When she raised her knee, her short skirt revealed her thigh—and deeper still, the unmistakable curve of her panties.

Looking closer, she could even make out the faint outline of her most intimate place beneath the thin fabric.

So that's why he couldn't speak...?!

Sarah Han remained motionless in that pose. Like someone struck by tens of thousands of volts, she sat dazed, staring at her reflection.

That man saw me like this... and lost control...

What did he imagine seeing me this way?

Did he instantly want to take me right then and there...?!

Her breathing grew ragged. This sudden surge of emotion—something she'd never experienced since birth.

Something entirely unforeseen.

The feeling of another man seeing her private parts was strange.

It wasn't the shame of being caught mid-act. Instead, a thrilling current ran from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

Would she have felt this same strange excitement if her husband had seen her? No—she was certain she wouldn't. After all, she often walked naked in front of him.

It was precisely because this man wasn't her husband—because he was a different man—that her emotions flared.

She'd never imagined that a man secretly glimpsing her intimate areas could ignite such intense arousal. And without realizing it,

Sarah Han began fantasizing about passionate sex with that man. The man who had seen her pink panties covering her most private place... He must have imagined the dark forest hidden beneath that thin fabric.

She began to feel as though she'd already given him her body.

Wasn't that essentially adultery...?

As the thought spiraled, a warm tingling began spreading through her lower abdomen.

Then, she felt herself grow moist and warm.

How many years had it been since this happened...?

She hallucinated his unseen shaft powerfully pounding her—and her entire body went weak, her legs trembling, her lower belly tightening.

But she didn't have the courage to slide her own fingers inside instead.

Though her husband occasionally inserted his fingers just to watch her get excited, Sarah Han had never done it herself. Or rather—

her body had never burned with such intensity before.

Except for a few times in her youth, she'd had no experience with other men since marriage.

Occasionally, when she saw a decent-looking man on the street, she'd wonder vaguely: What would sex with him be like? Would he be thick like a log? Or hard and firm? How would he perform in bed?

These lewd thoughts crossed her mind now and then—but she'd never dared act on them. They were mere idle curiosities...

Cold sweat dripped from Sarah Han's face. She had no way to control this sudden, unexpected arousal.

Her crotch grew wet. She'd never had her underwear dampen purely from imagination before—but now, she clearly felt the moisture seeping from her most intimate place. At a time like this, she wondered how other women dealt with such feelings.

Later that evening, her husband returned.

"Did everything go well today?"

"Yes... the owner was a kind person."

"That's... good to hear..."

That night, Sarah Han threw her blazing-hot body at her husband.

"Honey~... hold me tight~~!!"

Such behavior was unprecedented—completely out of character. But after seven years of marriage, Sarah Han had no lingering shame before her husband. Nor did she feel any resistance in throwing herself at him.

Let her cry out in ecstasy as loud as she wanted—let her scream until her throat cracked. There was no need to worry about what her husband might think.

Sarah Han writhed freely in pleasures she'd never known, behaving wildly, madly. Her burning passion raged on fiercely until it finally settled into quiet embers.

In that moment, what place did dignity or decorum have...?! All she could think was: Why is sex this incredible? Overwhelmed, she whispered that the peak felt like death itself.

Soon after, Sarah Han buried her face in the sheets like a prisoner freed from torture, motionless. Her sweat-soaked body trembled in waves.

Her most sensitive point remained stiff, refusing to soften. Every now and then, a brief spasm twitched through her groin. Listening to her husband's coarse breathing,
Sarah Han thought of that man.

Yes... it wasn't her husband who had stirred her so deeply. It was that man. The thought of his shaft thrusting into her now sent a sudden shiver through her body.

The next morning, Sarah Han sent her husband off to work and headed to the shop. All she could think about was hurrying the interior decoration so she could open as soon as possible. She met with the decorator, handled minor errands.

All the while, she occasionally startled herself—suddenly aware that she had grown damp from some naughty thought. Or she'd catch herself shocked by how often her mind drifted to that man's handsome body, making her intimate place wet again and again.

Every man now approached her differently.

What kind of lover would this one be?

Would he, like my husband, use his lips to caress his wife's groin?

Then—

"How would you like to proceed?"

The man's louder question snapped her back to reality.

"A-ah! Yes... what did you say just now?"

"Are you feeling unwell, ma'am?"

"No, I'm fine... what did you say?"

"I asked—do you like this design?"

"Oh! Yes... do it like this!"

Sarah Han smiled quietly to herself, recalling last night. Could this clueless man possibly imagine the ecstasy she'd experienced? Just another ignorant fool obsessed with work.

Guess I overdid it last night... hehe.

Just then, the shop door opened—and there he stood.

Ah~... what should I do...!

Her face flushed, her legs trembled. Her intimate place tingled as if electrified.

Instinctively, she covered the front of her skirt with her hand—as if his gaze could see right through the fabric.

"How's the shop coming along? Does it suit your taste?"

"Yes... I suppose so..."

"This place may look ordinary, but everyone who's run it has made money. It's a lucky spot."

R-Really...

"You should make a lot of money too, ma'am."

"Please help me however you can."

Is that all? With beauty like yours, you could do so much more...

Even such a trivial remark made something deep inside her grow wet. And then—she thought of last night. Her core seemed to moisten again...

Her body twisted with longing, as if melting...

And most decisively—she wanted to throw herself completely into his arms.

Ah~... I don't know why I'm like this... I'm going crazy, seriously!!

As if reading her mind, the man's voice dropped lower, becoming subtly suggestive.

"There's something... mysterious about you, ma'am... isn't there?"

His voice now seemed coated with a sticky, clinging texture. Part of her wanted to scream:

Yes... it's unbearable right now...!

But the sharp-witted shop owner merely smiled, satisfied, and left. After he departed, Sarah Han felt as if a great weight had settled on her chest—an echo of some fierce battle fought and lost.

Yes... there's no better way to know a man than by sleeping with him.

Then came that day—exactly five days before her grand opening. They checked into Room 404 at Jeongneung Motel. He turned out to be smarter, tastefully vulgar, and dignified—possessing the refined manners that come with being in his forties.

They had dinner in a quiet booth-style restaurant. Even as they ate, his fingers moved swiftly—making her laugh, heightening the mood, and slyly taking advantage of her laughter to let his fingers crawl up her thigh.

Rude, yet undeniably magnetic.

At times, he asked her questions, but she was so entranced by the movement of his fingers she didn't hear a word. He was provocative, sensual, and deeply mysterious.

Sarah Han kept her eyes closed, savoring him. The intense tactile and sexual stimulation radiating from him was enough to make her faint.

Touching, stroking, sucking, licking—his endless, masterful, reptile-like caresses finally made her burst into tears.

Even as Sarah Han reached ecstatic peaks with her entire body, he refused to enter her.

His restraint was astonishing. He seemed perfectly content simply pleasuring her.

Oh~... please... please...!!

When Sarah Han cried out, unable to endure any longer, he'd substitute his skilled fingers for his shaft, extinguishing the fire. Only when she lay utterly drained, too weak to writhe anymore, did he finally aim his massive, cannon-like shaft at her entrance.

Ah~~~... ugh... uhg!!

Parting the soaked black forest, that immense thickness pushed in heavily, plunging exhausted Sarah Han once more into profound, bottomless pleasure. Each thrust echoed with loud slapping sounds from her groin.

Sarah Han thought: If there is a most beautiful death for a woman, this must be it.

It was nearly five in the morning when Sarah Han finally stepped out of the motel, completely consumed by his technique, reduced to a limp shadow of herself. What a magnificent night.

She still felt him—so brutally thrust into her—lodged deep inside her. A night she'd never forget.

She had made love with him nine times.

Her husband was overseas on business, and Sarah Han had planned to stay with him for several days—but the man claimed he had work, forcing her to return.

They firmly promised to meet again the next day for one final round of lovemaking. Reluctantly, Sarah Han pulled him from her still-quivering core.

Even in the taxi ride home, her entire body ached. Especially her lower half—it no longer felt like her own.