Chapter 1 — Affair Is Also Love

Fall of 2020.

A white Grandeur sedan pulls into a quiet motel nestled beside a secluded path overlooking the Han River.

The cement-paved walkway is so narrow it barely allows two cars to pass, and now, as the leaves begin to fall, each gust stirred by the slow-moving vehicle flips the crimson foliage with a soft, whispering rustle.

Sarah Park stepping out from the driver's seat is a woman in her late thirties—elegant, poised, perfectly suited to the tranquil autumn air. Her hair is neatly pinned up, her pale, oval face exuding an unmistakable grace. The flowing dress clings gently to her body with every small movement, revealing a lush, sensual figure—ripe, full, like a perfectly matured persimmon.

Beside her, a man steps out—handsome, well-groomed, dressed neatly, appearing to be in his mid-thirties. Were they seen elsewhere, they might easily be mistaken for a wealthy brother and sister, perfectly matched, perfectly composed.

The ease with which they approach the front desk and exchange greetings with the clerk suggests this is not their first visit.

Meanwhile, dozens of meters away, a figure crouches behind an old tree, aiming a camera equipped with a telephoto lens. The shutter clicks rapidly, capturing every movement, every detail.

License plate: Seoul 54raOOOO. Vehicle: white Grandeur XG. Every possible piece of evidence is sucked into the lens.

As the two disappear inside the motel, the hidden figure makes a call.

"Seat the guests who just entered in Suite A Special."

The "A Special" room, of course, is the one rigged with high-performance hidden cameras. The clerk had already accepted a thick envelope of cash in exchange for cooperation.

Keys in hand, the couple takes the elevator to their room.

The moment they step inside, they fall into each other's arms, kissing as if they've been waiting for this moment all their lives.

After a brief kiss, the man takes Sarah Park's handbag and places it in the closet. Then he removes his suit jacket. Sarah Park takes it gently, pulls out a hanger, and hangs it with care.

They stand facing each other for a quiet moment, gazing, before embracing once more—this time with a deeper, hungrier kiss.

Their lips move slowly, shifting positions, savoring. The man's hands glide from her back down to her waist, then lower, gripping her hips, pulling her tightly against him.

When they finally part, still locked in each other's arms, the man speaks first.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Doctor Park."

He slips his hand behind her neck, unzips her dress, and slowly slides it off her shoulders. She obediently lets her arms fall, helping him.

The dress slips down, revealing her body—only a bra, pantyhose, and stockings remain. Beneath them, the outline of her panties is visible.

Next, he removes her bra.

Her bare form, revealed now, is flawless—her smooth, pale skin glowing, her curves lush and full. Her body glistens, so rich and ripe it seems something warm and sweet might drip from her like juice from a perfectly ripened fruit.

The man stares, entranced, then slowly raises his hands, gently cupping her full breasts. Pressing his body against hers, he kisses her again, guiding her toward the round bed in the center of the room. He lowers her onto it, then trails his tongue along the delicate curve of her neck.

His hands, still holding her breasts, begin to knead them—softly at first, then with growing intensity, like ripe peaches in his palms.

"Ahnnn…" A breathy moan escapes her lips.

His mouth lingers on her neck, then moves down to her chest, sucking gently on one nipple, then the other, flicking his tongue over the sensitive peaks.

With one hand, he caresses her thigh and buttocks. Shy at first, her legs tense, then slowly relax.

Then, his right hand moves boldly, slipping beneath the pantyhose and panties, groping her ass with firm, deliberate strokes.

Her expression twists with pleasure. She tilts her head back, surrendering her body completely, spreading her legs wider to invite him deeper.

By the time her breasts are slick with his saliva, the man shifts lower. He bites gently at her buttocks through the pantyhose, rubs his face against her, stoking her desire.

"Ah~h, Doctor Park… I love you… I'm going crazy!"

"I love you too, Madame… I wish your beautiful body were mine forever."

As her coquettish words fade, he begins peeling off her pantyhose. She lifts her hips in response.

As the stockings come off, her black lace panties are revealed—transparent, barely concealing.

He presses his tongue against the lace, teasing her through the fabric. Her neck arches sharply, her hips thrusting forward, making it easier for him.

He licks her through the wet fabric until the panties are soaked. Then, suddenly, he pulls them aside to the side, exposing her fully.

Her slit, now bare, is plump, perfectly ripe—so lush it seems anything that entered would melt instantly into warmth.

With the panties pushed aside, he attacks her mound and curls with his tongue, licking and probing fiercely.

"Aaahn! Doctor Park! What should I do…? What do I do…? Nnngh?"

He doesn't answer. He buries his face between her thighs, sucking and lapping with relentless hunger.

Then, abruptly, he rises. In one swift motion, he tears off his tie, shirt, pants, and underwear.

Beneath his clothes, his body is lean, toned—better shaped than expected.

He yanks off her last remaining garment.

Now both are completely naked.

His cock stands erect, throbbing like a roaring lion.

Her ass glistens, slick with his saliva and her own arousal.

He lifts her to the center of the bed, spreads her legs wide, and leans in—just as she tries to stop him.

But her protest is cut short.

He crushes her lips with a rough kiss, silencing her with heat and force.

When she stops resisting and lies back, he grabs her knees, spreads her wide, and dives in—his tongue plunging deep, sucking greedily at her slit, now so wet it seems ready to burst like pomegranate seeds.

Finally, he lifts his head, rises over her, and presses the thick head of his cock against her soaked entrance.

But he doesn't enter.

Instead, he grips his shaft and rubs it slowly between her parted lips, teasing, sliding it up and down.

She writhes desperately, lifting her hips, shaking—pleading, but in truth, trying to guide his tip into her opening.

So elegant, so refined—yet now, lying beneath a man, trembling for release, she looks no different from a bitch in heat.

Finally, he thrusts in—filling her completely.

After she climaxes, the sound of their coupling grows louder, wetter. Her entire groin is soaked, the scene raw and intense—proof that sex can be brutal, desperate.

Their moans grow more frantic, the friction fiercer. As she nears her third orgasm, the man finally roars, burying himself deep inside her and erupting.

He tries to pull away, but she clings to him, refusing to let go.

Only after a long while does he finally slide out.

Her pussy, now closed, clearly bears the marks of their passion—twisted flesh, tangled with both their essences, oozing a milky fluid visible to the eye.

She tries to rise, heading for the bathroom, but he stops her again.

He pulls several tissues from the table and gently wipes her sex, tenderly, carefully.

Then he lies back, offering his arm as a pillow, whispering:

"My love… You were incredible today. I love you."

Dawdling in each other's warmth, the two drift into a deep sleep as if by unspoken agreement.

About thirty minutes pass.

Sarah Park wakes first. She kisses his face gently.

"My love… Are you still asleep?"

He kicks off the blanket, annoyed, then strokes her pussy while kissing her back.

She takes his cock in her hand, teasing it, responding to his kiss.

They talk softly, hands roaming each other's bodies.

Soon, the two are tangled together again, reigniting the heat.

The man lifts her, turns her over, and begins sucking her pussy and then her anus from behind.

She screams as she climaxes, gushing a surprising amount of fluid—every drop swallowed by him.

After she finishes coming in his mouth, they return to missionary position. He enters her once more, and they pour every ounce of soul and passion into their lovemaking.

For thirty more minutes, they make love—every gesture, every sound, every animalistic motion laid bare.

If we could see the sex between married couples, we would never be so aroused.

It is precisely because this is an affair that it tastes so sweet.

From the lovers' perspective, it is because it is forbidden that it burns so hot, so dangerously thrilling.

An affair.

It brings us the greatest pleasure, the fiercest passion.

Yet it is perilous.

Paradoxically, it is because of this danger that we feel even greater ecstasy, even deeper love.

In this world, there is no greater love than an affair, no greater pleasure than infidelity.

As long as we live, no one can be free from affairs—no one can remain untouched by their fierce temptation.

An affair!

It is the eternal topic of our time, of all of us.