Chapter 1 — A Woman's Confession - Part 1 (1)

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.

---

I've always been curious about sex—especially the kinds that weren't normal.

But I kept those thoughts buried deep. I made it to college without even knowing how to properly masturbate. Then I discovered chat rooms.

I was a freshman—already sexually experienced before enrollment, technically. I had a boyfriend, but our relationship consisted of little more than a few chaste kisses and light touching. It wasn't satisfying.

And then there was him—a section chief at a major corporation, happily married, living what seemed like a perfectly stable life.

He became my first—and so far, my only—real sexual partner.

I wandered through various chat rooms until I stumbled upon one called The Red Book. The user I matched with went by "Jin."

What did "Jin" and "The Red Book" mean? Honestly, I didn't know. I just liked the sound of it. We started chatting regularly.

After a month of conversation, sex naturally came up. Maybe because we couldn't see each other, I found myself revealing the secret fantasies I'd kept locked away.

He confessed he wanted to curse during sex with his wife, to say vulgar, filthy things—but she'd panic, so he could never let go. Only half his desires were ever met. I admitted I craved rough, passionate sex, but the men around me were never enough.

I became curious about him.

Slowly, I began falling for this man. But as a woman, meeting him felt incredibly risky.

After about a month of chatting, he gave me his office number and told me to call. I dialed him playfully, half-joking.

"Hello?"

His voice was dry, deep, and slightly sharp—calm, yet heavy with authority.

"Yeah, it's Grace Lee. Did you eat lunch?"

"Yes." Why does this feel so natural?

"Right. Grace Lee, you're on break now, right? What've you been up to?"

"Just hanging around. But aren't you busy?"

"A little. You said you live in Seongnam, right? I'm on an external assignment there. Want to meet up for a bit? I'll buy you the spaghetti you like."

Red warning lights flashed in my head. What should I do?

We'd been chatting regularly for months, but he'd never once suggested meeting. He'd never acted sleazy.

But I was drawn to him.

"Grace Lee, what do you think?"

"Yeah… where in Seongnam works for you?"

"Hmm. Where do you prefer?"

We made a plan. Exchanged phone numbers and car plate numbers. Agreed to meet at a subway station.

I hesitated. Was it dangerous? But curiosity stirred inside me.

I waited at the meeting spot. A short while later, a honk made me turn—there was a car pulling up beside me.

I glanced at the driver, and somehow knew—this was Jin. It felt surreal.

He was just a chat partner. Online, we'd talked about everything—according to his words, he should've had a rough, coarse face. But he looked like a polished corporate elite.

I just knew it was him.

"Get in, Grace Lee."

His tone was so natural. I glanced at his face, awkwardly said, "Hello," and climbed into the car.

"Did you finish work already?"

"I rushed through everything just to see you. Didn't even eat lunch. You look even younger than I imagined."

We drove to a quieter area, ate spaghetti, and made small talk.

He didn't bring up any of the sexual topics we'd discussed online. It seemed like he was planning to finish lunch, chat lightly, and part ways.

Was it normal for me to be the one feeling impatient?

The more normal and composed he acted, the more I wanted him.

I didn't want to just say goodbye. I gathered my courage and spoke.

"Pull over to the side of the road, please."

He pulled the car over. Then waited, silently, for my next words.

"Um… I'm not attractive?"

"…No. The opposite. I always heard chat girls were ugly. You must be a genetic mutation."

"Then sleep with me. I want to have sex with you."

He said nothing, just lit a cigarette and stared at me.

"I want to sleep with an older man. I want your cock inside me."

"You're just too young…"

"What's so young about it?"

"How old do you think I am? We're twelve years apart."

No, actually fourteen. I thought it, but didn't say it.

He hesitated because I looked too young. I had to make a decision.

I grabbed his hand and pulled it under my jacket, guiding it to my breast. He still didn't move.

So I unzipped my jeans. Then I took his hand and pressed it against my pussy, letting him feel how wet I was.

I'd been wet ever since we started talking.

"You're responsible now. I want your cock buried deep inside me."

I remembered—he'd said before that this kind of talk turned him on.

Speaking those words excited me, too.

I reached toward the driver's seat and unfastened his belt buckle. He stayed still.

I gently stroked his growing cock through his pants. Then I took it into my mouth.

A soft moan escaped his lips. That sound made me bolder.

Suddenly, he grabbed my body and pulled me up.

His cock was already fully erect. With a terrifying expression, he reclined the seat back and roughly yanked my pants down.

Ah, I should've worn a skirt…

In an instant, I was ridiculous—my pants tangled at my ankles—when he thrust his cock straight into my pussy.

"Fucking bitch, you really wanted my cock, didn't you? You filthy slut."

"Slut, beg me to fuck you harder. Say it, you little whore."

"You heat-crazed bitch, your pussy's so tight, sucking my cock like you're chewing it… You're just a damn dog pussy…"

His voice drove me wild. Shame, humiliation—yet I was climbing toward climax.

The more I approached it, the faster he moved. I wondered if passing cars could see us—but even that thought thrilled me.

He came quickly, but when his cum shot into me, I faintly felt my own orgasm.

After the intense sex, I lay sideways for a moment, catching my breath.

The cramped car reeked of sex. My panties dangled from one foot, my jeans somewhere on the floor. My bra strap slipped off one shoulder.

He was only half-undressed—shirt buttons and belt undone, pants pulled down to his thighs.

Suddenly, I felt embarrassed. I could feel his cum leaking from my pussy.

My body ached from the rough sex in the tight space, but this was a different kind of satisfaction—unlike anything I'd ever had with my boyfriend.

Oh my god… we're not even on the shoulder. We're in the middle of the road.

"Why the face?"

"Um… other cars…"

Ah, that earlier honk… Could they have seen us and honked on purpose?

My mind swirled with anxiety, but he looked completely calm.

"Hah, you didn't even think about that before starting? Don't worry, it's not visible from outside…"

He says that, but he makes me feel so naive. Just a moment ago I was a whore—now I'm innocent again.

At his words, I suddenly clenched my pussy. I squeezed his cock still inside me.

He noticed the sudden tightness and let out a slightly pleased sound.

"You get turned on by being called a slut, don't you? Your pussy's a damn dog cunt—aroused at any moment…"

Is he mocking me? I looked at him. I liked being used, but I didn't want to be laughed at.

His words sounded mocking, but his eyes looked genuinely pleased.

"Fine. Show me your devotion."

"How?"

"Kiss me."

Now that I thought about it—we'd had sex without even kissing. Strange.

With my boyfriend, we always started with kissing, then naturally progressed.

I pressed my lips to his. First, I bit his lower lip. Then I traced the outline with my tongue.

His hand gripped my breast. Startled, I lightly bit his lip.

He had his eyes closed, clearly enjoying it.

I continued, sliding my tongue over his teeth. His neat, straight teeth—each one I touched with my tongue, the faint taste of cigarettes inside his mouth turning me on.

His hand played with my nipple. His hands were large and masculine—unexpected, given his refined appearance.

I used my tongue to catch his, pulling it toward me. He playfully fought back.

Suddenly, I blew a puff of air into his mouth. He laughed in surprise, then his tongue invaded mine. He spread my legs wide.

With our lips still locked, he whispered:

"Dog cunt, spread your pussy wide."

I obeyed, opening my legs fully, and he began thrusting into me again…

Suddenly, he tightly gripped my chest.

"Ouch!"

"You were thinking of someone else? Am I not good enough?"

"Then make me stop thinking…"

"You damn slut… Who knew such a pure-looking face could belong to a heat-crazed bitch like you…"