Chapter 1 — Affair.2

Cash baccarat, poker, slots.

I steadied my slightly nervous mind with a deep breath and took a seat by the window.

She still had at least ten minutes before she’d arrive, it seemed.

Watching cars pass outside the window, I wondered what kind of woman she would be.

Countless faceless images flickered through my mind, and a quiet anticipation led me to pick up a cigarette.

Pfft, what must I look like right now...

By the time two cigarettes had burned down to ash, the café door opened and a woman stepped in.

Dressed in a black skirt that fell below her knees and a blouse that shimmered white under the lights, she glanced around the room.

She pulled out her phone from her handbag and pressed a number.

My phone buzzed on the table, shivering like it was trembling.

She looked surprisingly gentle.

A brief greeting, followed by an awkward smile... I probably looked just as tense as she did.

We exchanged sparse conversation, and when the waitress brought us cold beers, we began to drink.

The well-chilled beer cooled the flush on my heated face, and with a little more ease, I started asking her random questions.

“Are you very uncomfortable?”

“A little.”

Not much of a drinker, I finished a few more glasses, while she drank about two bottles.

“Let’s go to a karaoke room.”

Her suggestion came just as I was feeling stiff and uneasy in my seat, so I agreed immediately.

As we stood and walked toward the counter, she quickly paid ahead of me.

Glancing at my dumbfounded expression, she trailed off:"Just... because I’m thankful..."

We took the elevator down, and by the time we stepped outside the building, the sky was already streaked with red twilight.

“Your husband will be getting off work soon, won’t he?”

“He comes home late. And even then, he doesn’t bother looking for me.”

She said it with a bitter expression.

We moved to a karaoke room, booked an hour, and entered a small private booth.

Never much of a singer, I first offered her a turn. But she politely refused, insisting I go first instead.

[Yeah, better than this awkward silence,] I thought, selecting a quiet song and singing it through.

“You sing well.”

“I’m embarrassed. You sing one too, OO.”

“I’m terrible at singing...”

“Come on. Who gets to listen to someone else’s singing for free?”

After my persistent urging, she sang one song in a trembling voice.

I sang another, then she sang again. After a couple of songs, the tension eased, and I tossed out a joke.

“Your lips look really pretty when you sing.”

She looked straight into my eyes and said:

“Hold me today, will you?”

Her sudden question caught me off guard—my drink went down the wrong way and I choked.

I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move.

“Please hold me.”

“...”

“Don’t think I’m some silly woman for saying this.”

“...”

She stood up, grabbed her handbag, and took my hand, pulling me along.

“Don’t say anything.”

Lifting her gaze slightly to meet my eyes, she whispered those words.

What could I possibly say to this woman right now?

We left the karaoke place, walked a short distance, and entered a love motel.

While I paid for the hourly rate and received the key, she kept her head down, staring silently at the neat tips of her shoes.

Inside the room, we were both paralyzed by unbearable awkwardness, sitting across from each other at the tea table in prolonged silence.

After a long while, she finally stood and went into the bathroom. Soon after, the sound of running water suggested she was showering.

.

She emerged from the bathroom holding her neatly folded clothes in one arm.

Her wet hair clung to her skin, and she stood there uneasily wrapped in a large towel. I hesitated, unsure where to rest my eyes.

After placing her clothes in the closet, she slipped beneath the bedsheet, her eyes tightly shut, her face flushed deep red, her lips pressed firmly together.

Meanwhile, the part of me that had tensed up during the shower seemed to mock my social morals and rationality.

When I came out, the dimmed lights cast thick shadows, hiding her completely—her fear, her tension, everything.

Sitting on one edge of the bed, I asked her, “Do you regret this?”

She didn’t answer.

My cold body, drenched in cold water, slid under the sheets and touched hers. She flinched—but when my hand moved toward her chest, her own hand gently settled over mine.

Was it the alcohol? Her body felt warm.

I parted her tightly closed lips with my fingers and kissed her burning cheek.

A slight tremor ran through her. As if exhaling something she’d been holding back, she let out a soft, strained “Haa...” and stiffened momentarily.

I found her soft lips with mine, brushing my fingers through her damp hair.

Tracing down her delicate arms, I held her hand tightly. When I gently coaxed her sealed lips open with my tongue, they yielded—slowly, cautiously.

I kissed softly along her jawline, then blew hot breath into her ear. From her mouth escaped a low, muffled moan, restrained yet slipping through—a faint, shaky sigh.

I trailed my fingers down her shoulders to the tips of her fingers.

Gently stroking the swell of her breast with the back of my hand, I felt her nipple harden. She turned her head aside and bit down on her own right handback.

"OO... don't make me hold back..."

I spoke in a low, slightly hoarse voice.

“Haa... I’m so ashamed...”

Eyes still tightly shut, her lips confessed her embarrassment.

Even in the dark, her teeth gleamed white between parted lips, inviting another searing kiss.

I sucked every drop of her saliva as I roughly gripped the curve of her breast.

She tensed her entire body, surrendering her tongue to mine, and cupped both hands against my cheeks.

She was hot—her body frighteningly, intensely hot.

When my hand passed over her softly rounded waist and caressed her thigh, she gasped and clutched my shoulder.

“Don't hate me. Don't call me a cheap, vulgar woman.”

My lips, no longer satisfied with her sweet tongue, traced slowly down her neck and latched onto her erect nipple.

“Huh... uh...”

With a breathy moan, she pressed my head deeper into her chest with both hands.

..Hrk…

A short whimper, her chin lifting sharply.

Every fine hair on her body stood alert, and tiny twitches conveyed sensation directly to me.

My lips began a blissful, radiant journey down the valley between her full breasts.

One hand circled her breast as my lips dipped into her navel, probing its depth, while my other hand skimmed over her buttocks and fanned across the springy flesh of her thighs.

Her writhing body trembled with craving. Her slightly plump belly rose and fell in great waves.

Her breathing grew rougher, her body burning hotter, as if consumed from within.

Could she contain it? She clenched and released her thighs repeatedly, exhaling deeply.

My lips, now on an endless journey, traveled past her navel, moving steadily downward.

Her hips tightened. Her thighs shifted slightly apart. When I gently bit her knee with my teeth, her body lurched like a fish flapping to announce it's alive.

“A—there... there... hnn...”

Each bite—soft, then firm—made her writhe as if trying to burn everything away with heat. When I bit her toes, her body rocked violently from side to side.

With my fingertips, I slowly traced the line of her legs, climbing like ascending a mountain.

Past her calves, past her knees and thighs—my path toward her soft, curly curls was relentless. Her sigh-laced moans echoed endlessly in the dark room.

Her warmth was already overflowing. Her core gushed like a spring unable to contain itself, and I plunged into her, as if trying to catch every drop in my mouth.

“Don't... don't... haa...”

I devoured her body obsessively.

Relentlessly, I dug into her spring again and again, as though determined to reduce her to nothing but a handful of ashes.

Her twisting body... her short, suppressed moans...

“Please... now... do it... please...”

Her hands seized my head and pulled me up.

My lips, still reluctant to leave her body, climbed back up, leaving a long trail of moisture, like returning to scale the mountain of her once more.

Again, her body reacted—swaying, rippling like waves.

Positioning myself between her legs, I slowly lowered my fully erect member