Chapter 1 — At the Billiards Hall

"Oh my, you scared me."

Sarah Park, who had been alone in the billiards hall, jumped violently as a man's arms suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind. She quickly shook him off and spun around.

"Hahaha. Why so jumpy?"

"Geez... what the hell? I almost had a heart attack!"

When she glared at him with an indignant look, David Kang grinned widely, clearly amused by her response.

"Still here all by yourself? Where's Paul Lee gone?"

"I don't know. Probably out drinking somewhere again."

"Get me a coffee then."

"This isn't a café, you know? Business is dead, yet you show up every day demanding coffee."

"Hey now, why so cold? I bring friends once a week—boost your sales, don't I?"

Sarah Park shot him another sharp look before walking toward the sink. But David Kang didn't mind. Her feistiness only made her more attractive.

At thirty-one, Sarah Park was undeniably beautiful—even by market standards—with a figure that turned heads. Outgoing and warm, she was popular among everyone around her. She ran the billiards hall independently, her husband often absent and her business her own to manage.

David Kang ran a pawnshop downstairs and frequently passed through the billiards hall. Truthfully, he came mostly to see her. A man in his mid-forties with his own business to run, thirty-one seemed like the perfect age. And Sarah Park wasn't just young—she was stunning: tall, shapely, with a clean, striking face that made any man fantasize about holding her at least once.

Dressed in tight capri jeans and a snug white crop top, her backside looked especially tempting. Even past midnight, David Kang had deliberately delayed leaving work just to stop by and see her.

Finding her husband absent again, a quiet thrill stirred within him. The empty hall, the two of them alone—it fanned the flames of his desire.

Sarah Park, for her part, wasn't thrilled about his frequent visits. While polite to other customers, she always snapped at him. His sleazy behavior annoyed her.

He constantly leered at her body, showed up unannounced, and often grabbed her from behind or groped her ass without hesitation. That was why she disliked him.

Yet she couldn't fully hate him either. He brought friends who played billiards all night, boosting her income. He even promoted the place around the market, bringing in new customers.

Annoying as he was, she couldn't afford to push him away.

Balancing two coffee cups on a tray, Sarah Park walked over to the small table where he sat, placed one in front of him, and took a seat across from him with the other.

David Kang watched her with a sly, knowing gaze, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"Please stop looking at me like that. It gives me chills."

"Haha. Am I really that gross?"

"Obviously. When was the last time you looked in a mirror?"

"Anyway, Sarah Park… you must be lonely these nights, huh?"

"There you go again."

"With your husband out drinking every damn night… tsk tsk."

"Worry about your own wife instead of mine."

"What's the point? An old hag like her? I'd rather come here and look at you."

Sarah Park scoffed, shooting him a disgusted look before laughing bitterly and lifting her cup to her lips.

"Miss having a man around? Want me to hold you for once?"

"If you keep this up, I'll kick you out."

"You're so pretty—I can't help myself. Just let me have you once."

"Are you insane?"

She snapped back sharply, turning her body sideways in defiance.

But David Kang, shameless as ever, didn't stop. He leaned in with an even bolder remark.

"Remember that time at the bathhouse? Saw Paul's thing—it was tiny. How's a little thing like that supposed to satisfy a woman properly?"

"Excuse me? Since when do you care about another man's junk? As long as I'm happy, that's all that matters."

Raised in the rough market district, Sarah Park had heard it all. She wasn't easily flustered.

"I bet mine's three times bigger than his. My wife screams every time. Screams."

"Pfft. Typical guy bragging. All dicks look the same to me. Big deal."

"Haha. Don't believe me? Well, guess you wouldn't unless you saw it yourself."

"I don't want to see it, and even if it is big, I'm not impressed. So knock it off."

"Come on, take a peek. I'd happily show you—if it's you, Sarah Park."

"Forget it. Why would I want to look at some stinky old man's junk?"

"Haha. You say no, but you're dying to."

Frustrated by his persistence, Sarah Park decided to embarrass him in return.

"Oh really? Then let's see it. Right now. Drop your pants right there. I'll look if you do."

Her sharp retort caught him slightly off guard. Sarah Park smiled smugly, pleased with his hesitation.

"Hahaha! See? No guts to back up your talk..."

David Kang bristled. Anger flared beneath his grin. After all, he had wanted her body for a long time. There was no reason to hold back now.

Without another word, he abruptly stood up and positioned himself directly in front of her.

This time, she froze.

She hadn't expected him to actually do it.

But he did—unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants along with his underwear, dragging them down to his knees.

Suddenly, his erect cock sprang upward, thick and heavy, fully exposed before her eyes.

Sarah Park's heart dropped.

She'd assumed it was all bluff—but his cock was far larger than she'd imagined, rock-hard, rivaling even the youngest men.

Dark and veiny, it throbbed aggressively, pulsing with raw energy.

Sarah Park stared, frozen, trembling slightly. The sheer size overwhelmed her.

"Well? Told you so."

Startled, she snapped her gaze away, forcing a dismissive expression.

"Pfft. Nothing special. Put it away. It's embarrassing."

But her face was already flushed deep red—like a boiled radish.

Even someone as experienced as her couldn't stay unaffected by such a sight.

"Wanna touch it?"

"Why would I touch that? Go bother your own wife."

"Aw, come on. Just once. It's just us—our secret."

Sarah Park pretended not to hear, staring elsewhere. But inside, her curiosity stirred.

She did want to feel it—just once.

Truth was, she hadn't slept with her husband in weeks. He came home drunk every night—sex was out of the question.

It had been over two months since she'd felt a man inside her.

At thirty-one, she was just beginning to truly understand her own desires. A married woman running her own business, she knew what she wanted.

A woman starved of intimacy—lonely, craving touch—his advances were dangerously tempting.

And now, faced with a cock this large and powerful, resisting felt impossible.

"Still not touching?"

"N-no. Just put your pants on."

"Touch it, and I'll zip up. Otherwise, I'm staying like this all night."

"I said no! Put it away or I'll scream."

She spoke the words, but couldn't help sneaking a glance.

What would it feel like—having something that big inside her?

Her pride refused to let her reach out first. Not after all the harsh words she'd thrown at him.

But David Kang knew women well. He read her hesitation perfectly.

She wanted to touch him—her pride just wouldn't allow it.

Fine. He'd bring her hand to it himself.

In one swift motion, he grabbed her wrist and pulled.

"Let go! What are you doing?"

"Just touch it. It won't bite."

As she struggled, he gently coaxed her fingers open and placed her palm against his shaft.

Then he curled her fingers around it.

Half of it fit in her hand—barely.

Sarah Park stiffened, unable to move.

The thickness, the heat—it consumed her senses.

For a man in his mid-forties, his cock was impossibly hard, burning hot—like a young man's. A strong pulse throbbed beneath her grip.

"How does it feel?"

"I-I don't know."

"First time seeing one this big?"

"How should I know? Do you think I go around touching random guys' dicks?"

"Haha. Feisty as ever."

"Just touch it properly. Stop sneaking peeks—look straight at it."

"When did I sneak a peek?"

"Haha. Whatever. Just enjoy the view."

David Kang fell silent, watching her.

Sarah Park sat with her head slightly turned—but slowly, almost unconsciously, she began to turn back.

Her eyes locked onto his cock.

Up close, she found herself drawn deeper into its presence.

After so much loneliness, David Kang felt like salvation.

But her pride fought back—refusing to let her appear weak.

Caught between dignity and desire, she trembled.

Yet, without realizing it, her fingers began to move—gently stroking him.

It was intimate—something only lovers did.

But she touched him carefully, reverently.

David Kang exhaled hotly, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face.

Her movements grew bolder.

She lifted the shaft, inspected it from different angles, fascinated.

Instinct had won. Loneliness had broken her.

"Uhh... yes... keep going... that feels incredible..."

His moan startled her.

Oh my god... what am I doing? This is wrong. I shouldn't...

But it was too late.

She couldn't pull her hand away.

It was as if his cock had hypnotized her.

"Just move a little faster."

Without thinking, she obeyed.

Her delicate hand gripping his thick shaft, moving back and forth—arousing him deeply.

Each stroke sent waves of intense pleasure surging through him.

How long had he dreamed of this? Of her hands on him?

He could barely believe it was real—but the sensation was undeniable.

"Haa... haa... you're amazing... never felt this good... ugh..."

Her touch was natural, skilled. David Kang burned with arousal.

After several minutes of indulging in her handjob, he made another request.

"Now... I want it in your mouth. Will you do that for me?"

"W-what? N-no!"

Flustered, she tried to pull her hand away, lowering her head. For the first time, she felt shy.

But David Kang gripped her head with both hands and pulled her forward.

She looked up—straight at his cock.

When the tip brushed her lips, she closed her eyes—resigned.

He pressed harder, and finally, she opened her mouth.

His thick shaft pushed past her full lips, forcing her to stretch wide.

It was too big.

Even fully opened, her lips strained, tingling with discomfort.

As the massive cock filled her mouth, Sarah Park gasped, instinctively grabbing his waist for support.

"Ugh... suck me. I'm gonna lose it."

Eyes shut, she began moving her tongue.

It was difficult—her jaw ached, her tongue struggled.

But she didn't stop.

She sucked him—despite hating how sleazy he'd been.

Despite never imagining she'd do this.

But she did it carefully—just as she had for her husband.

Because in truth, she was satisfying herself, too.

Soon, his cock glistened with her saliva.

"Haah... good girl... keep going... a little faster... ugh..."

Her pace quickened.

David Kang stared down, brows furrowed, breathing heavily.

His climax approached fast.

"Haah... haah... I'm gonna cum... ugh... Sarah Park... huff... swallow it all. I'm gonna fill your mouth... ugh... here it comes..."

At his peak, he groaned loudly, gripping her head tightly as he thrust his hips forward.

When he started cumming, Sarah Park tried to pull away—but his hands held her firm.

Hot spurts of semen shot into her mouth.

Thick, warm loads pooled inside.

She frowned, overwhelmed.

She'd never taken a man's cum in her mouth before.

The bitter taste rose through her nose as she breathed—making her gag.

She retched, but he didn't let go.

Only after the final spurt did he release her.

Even then, he kept his cock inside, grinding slightly, until finally pulling out.

As soon as he did, she bent forward, coughing and spitting.

White globs splattered onto the floor.

David Kang watched, utterly satisfied.

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Sarah Park picked up her coffee and rinsed her mouth.

"Why'd you spit it all out? Should've swallowed. Good for your skin, they say."

He chuckled, spouting nonsense.

Sarah Park said nothing.

Normally, she'd snap back instantly.

But not tonight.

After tasting him, she was no longer the defiant woman she'd been.

David Kang stood, pulled her up, and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Hmm..."

Drawn by his strength, Sarah Park lowered her head, leaning into him—offering no resistance.

"Now... shall we really begin?

Why don't you take off those clothes?

I could do it for you... but I'd rather see you undress for me."

He released her.

She hesitated, head down.

David Kang urged her.

"Not taking them off?"

"...Lock the door first."

She sounded soft—obedient.

David Kang did as she asked, locking the entrance before returning.

He sat on the edge of the billiards table, waiting.

Slowly, she raised her hands.

She pulled off her t-shirt—revealing a modest bra and smooth, pale skin.

Next, she unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped, and slid them down.

Standing in just bra and panties, she paused—blushing.

Then, with trembling hands, she removed them both.

Her naked body stood before him.

She covered her breasts and pussy with her hands—partially hiding herself.

But just seeing her bare was enough for David Kang.

"Move your hands. Can't see your pretty tits if you cover them."

Hesitant, Sarah Park slowly lowered her hands—and turned slightly.

Her full breasts, dark nipples prominent, came into view.

Below, a patch of dark curls framed her mound.

At the sight, David Kang's softened cock twitched—then rose again.

He pulled off his pants and underwear, then stripped the rest.

Walking to her, he lifted her effortlessly and laid her across the billiards table.

He climbed on top, pressing his body against hers.

He went for her lips—but she kept them sealed, refusing his tongue.

Fine.

He abandoned her mouth, trailing kisses down her neck, lower.

Meanwhile, his hands caressed both breasts.

Reaching her chest, he paused—gazing at her plump mounds.

Her nipples were thick, dark—clearly well-used.

Proof of many pleasures taken.

He took one into his mouth—sucking, twisting with his lips.

She gasped.

"Haah..."

Her fingers clutched his hair as pleasure surged.

Too intense.

She hadn't felt this in so long.

After lingering on her breasts, he moved lower—kissing down her stomach.

Reaching her pubic mound, he rubbed his lips against the short, coarse hairs—savoring the texture.

Sliding his arms under her thighs, he lifted her legs—spreading them wide.

Going lower, he saw it.

Her pussy—drenched in slick arousal.

Dark skin contrasted with her fair body.

Two thick labia protruded, slightly parted.

Though closed shyly, they glistened with clear wetness.

Breathing heavily, David Kang buried his face between her legs.

The moment his lips touched her, she grabbed his hair.

"Huup... don't... haa..."

Ignoring her protest, he flicked his tongue out—licking upward.

Warm, soft, pulsing.

The sensitive spot ignited.

Sarah Park twisted, unsure what to do.

Her unique scent—intoxicating.

David Kang devoured it, relentless.

Her labia slowly parted—revealing red inner flesh.

He pushed his tongue inside—lapping at the moist walls.

Her pussy, well-trained by her husband, leaked abundant juices.

David Kang preferred married women—they got wet easily.

Unlike dry virgins.

As his tongue danced around her clit and entrance, more fluid seeped out.

She sank into a pit of lust.

Sarah Park rocked her hips, moaning softly, twisting his hair.

David Kang, thrilled by her response, intensified.

After teasing her entrance, he found the small bud hidden at the top.

Her clitoris.

Extremely sensitive.

"Haah... not there... ughhh..."

She thrashed, nearly tearing his hair out.

With each stroke, her body burned hotter.

He pushed her fast—into ecstasy.

She wanted everything—for him to replace her husband, to fill her emptiness.

Pulling his head closer, she spread her legs wider.

A silent plea: Go harder.

Soaked and dripping, David Kang lifted his head.

He positioned himself between her legs, raising her thighs high.

Her red, glistening slit opened before him.

He aimed his swollen tip—and thrust forward.

His thick head forced her entrance open.

Even with experience, the size stung.

But the moment he plunged fully inside, Sarah Park cried out in bliss.

Her walls stretched, pulsing around his cock.

This was what she'd craved.

She arched her upper body, wrapping her arms around his waist—pulling him deeper.

"More... deeper... haa... I'm going crazy... please... hurry..."

"Fuck... your pussy tastes incredible. How did I wait this long?"

"Take me however you want. Use me. Do whatever you want..."

"That's right. You're mine now. Whenever I want, you open your legs—no questions. Understand?"

"Yes... I will... please... move... now..."

Lonely, desperate, she offered herself completely.

The warmth of her walls—tight, gripping—drove David Kang wild.

Not because she was tight, but because his cock was huge.

He began slow piston strokes.

She writhed, moaning uncontrollably.

"Ughh... haa... too much... why did you wait so long... please... go harder... make me lose my mind..."

"Don't worry... I'll drive you insane... hah..."

Seeing her eager, passionate response, David Kang lost control.

He slammed into her—hard, rough.

His heavy body pounded against hers.

Her full breasts bounced wildly.

Skin slapped skin—loud, primal.

"Hah... hah... you're delicious... this pussy too good to keep to myself... hah... Paul doesn't deserve you. You're mine now. Got it?"

"Ughh... yes... keep making me happy... come inside me whenever you want... haa... haa... I'm going crazy... harder... please..."

She matched his rhythm, shaking her body.

Driven by raw passion, she climaxed—body collapsing.

Her orgasm flooded her channel, making it slippery.

But David Kang didn't mind.

Proud to have made her come, he thrust harder.

Then, suddenly—he peaked.

With a loud groan, he erupted—pumping thick, hot cum deep inside her.

Each spurt hammered her walls.

He emptied himself—completely.

Exhausted, he collapsed on top of her, panting.

Silence filled the hall—only their heavy breaths echoing.

Coming down from her high, Sarah Park gently stroked David Kang's head.

He lifted his face, looking up at her.

"Was it good?"

"I don't know."

Embarrassed, she turned her head.

The woman who once yelled at him now submitted quietly.

Hard to adjust to—but deeply satisfying.

Once his breath returned, David Kang sat up and pulled out.

Looking down at her pussy, he saw his cum oozing out—white, lava-like.

He reached down, rubbing it across her folds—smearing his seed over her.

The sticky mess reignited his arousal.

He shoved two fingers deep into her.

They emerged coated in white.

Slowly, he pumped them in and out—watching her face.

Her eyes stayed closed, soft moans escaping.

"Feel good again?"

"Yes... it feels good."

"Want more?"

"Do what you want. I'm yours now."

"Better than Paul, right?"

"I don't know."

"Be honest."

"...Yes."

"You've got talent. Admitting you like another man while married—that takes guts."

"You made me this way. Now put it in—your cock, not your fingers. Please... hurry..."

Spreading her legs wide, she used both hands to open her soaked pussy.

No woman could resist such a filthy, inviting sight.

David Kang pulled out his fingers, moved closer.

He guided his re-erect cock into her.

Looser than before—but still satisfying.

Lifting her legs, he resumed thrusting.

"Hah... hah... you've got the best pussy... I'll never let you go."

"I want that too. Don't leave me. Take me as much as you want. I'm yours... ughh..."

Again, he ravaged her—fierce, unrelenting.

Her body, already awakened, heated fast.

She twisted wildly, accepting every thrust.

"Haa... haa... I'm coming again... please... harder... deeper... ughh... I'm losing my mind..."

David Kang gave her exactly what she wanted—violent, deep strokes.

And as their bodies glistened with sweat, they climaxed together—sharing another wave of ecstasy.