Chapter 1 — Awakening

Sarah Han’s first experience with a man was on her wedding night—the very first night she spent with David Min, the man who would become her husband.

Put simply, she had remained a virgin until marriage.

Raised in a relatively strict household, she didn’t marry until age twenty-nine, meeting David Min through an arranged introduction. Their union began without affection—just two ordinary people settling into a quiet, emotionless life together.

On that first honeymoon night, when David Min’s hard, erect cock thrust violently into her pussy, tearing through her hymen, all Sarah Han felt was excruciating pain.

For four nights and five days, she submitted herself—almost dutifully—to David Min’s relentless advances, but pleasure remained elusive.

True, she did feel some arousal during foreplay, but nothing close to losing herself in wild ecstasy.

It wasn’t until nearly a month into their marriage that Sarah Han experienced her first orgasm.

Despite frequent clashes due to their differing upbringings, David Min’s generally kind nature gradually softened her heart. That night, aroused by his persistent, skillful touch, she found herself unusually excited.

As he spread her legs and slowly pushed his firm cock into her slick, wet pussy, Sarah Han felt a powerful surge of arousal unlike anything before. For the first time in her life, she screamed out, clung tightly to David Min’s naked body, and frantically thrust her hips upward as if possessed.

That first orgasm shattered the rigid discipline of her upbringing, unleashing the suppressed sexual desires buried deep within her.

After that night, Sarah Han grew increasingly active in bed. Within six months of marriage, she even initiated sex with David Min for the first time.

But from that moment on, David Min’s attitude began to change.

When she had been passive, accepting his advances silently, David Min had felt a sense of conquest. Watching her body grow hot under his touch, hearing her moan in pleasure, gasping breathlessly—he’d felt deeply satisfied, dominant, in control.

Yet as Sarah Han became more eager, more assertive in seeking pleasure, David Min lost interest.

Whenever she asked for sex, he reluctantly obliged. More often than not, he came before she could reach satisfaction. Sometimes, he flat-out refused, claiming exhaustion.

Sarah Han’s descent into rebellion began one day, a year into marriage, when she spotted a vivid lipstick stain on David Min’s shirt.

After a furious fight, she packed her bags and fled to her parents’ home—but her father’s furious scolding sent her rushing back like a chastised child.

David Min looked at her return with mocking eyes.

Days passed with them sleeping separately, but eventually, unable to bear the ache in her body, Sarah Han entered David Min’s room.

With a bitter smirk, David Min slammed his cock roughly into her pussy, thrusting hard and fast—only to finish before she could even begin to feel satisfied.

Humbled and burning with unsated desire, Sarah Han retreated to the bathroom each night to masturbate alone.

Each time, as she rubbed her fingers inside herself, tears of humiliation streamed down her face.

Then one night—

"Ah… honey… ugh… just a little more… please… please…"

Sarah Han strained desperately, wrapping her legs tightly around David Min’s waist, lifting her hips wildly, trying to take his cock deeper.

Just as sensation began to build within her, David Min suddenly quickened his pace—and erupted, shooting thick, molten semen deep inside her.

"No… wait… please, honey…"

Her plea fell on deaf ears. David Min pulled out his softening cock, rolled over, and fell asleep beside her.

Tears poured from Sarah Han’s eyes—left hanging, unfinished, abandoned mid-climax.

She glared at him bitterly, then rose and walked to the bathroom.

There, overwhelmed by unquenched hunger, she began rubbing her fingers inside her dripping pussy.

"You bastard… only thinking about yourself… ugh…"

Eyes closed, straining in solitude, she didn’t notice someone entering the bathroom.

It was the tenant living next door.

He had long watched Sarah Han and David Min’s sex through the walls.

And every time she writhed in frustration, masturbating alone, he had spied on her from the shadows.

Tonight, he finally decided—he would claim her.

He stared at her with smoldering eyes.

Her face, eyes shut tight, brows furrowed in effort, looked even more seductive.

He already knew every inch of her smooth, shapely body.

Her firm, rubber-like breasts jiggled wildly with each movement.

Leaning against the wall, fingers buried in her pussy, her trembling body drove his cock to full hardness.

Unaware that he stood naked before her, watching her self-pleasure, Sarah Han continued struggling in silence.

Then he stepped forward and roughly grabbed her hand, pulling it away from her soaked slit.

"Hup…"

Sarah Han froze, breath caught in her throat. Before her stood the tenant, eyes blazing. Time seemed to stop.

They stared at each other, motionless.

"Wife…"

He moved first. Sarah Han remained frozen, paralyzed by his intense gaze.

She was completely overwhelmed.

Her legs were pried open—wide apart—her glistening, drooling pussy exposed. Just as his thick, hard cock touched her entrance, Sarah Han snapped back to reality.

She opened her mouth to scream—but his strong hand clamped over her lips.

At the instant, his burning cock plunged deep into her defenseless pussy—all the way to the root—in one swift motion.

"Haaak!"

Sarah Han’s eyes rolled white as she trembled violently.

His hot, rigid cock filled her completely.

Her body was already primed, burning with pent-up lust.

The sudden, forceful penetration made her realize—body and mind were entirely separate.

Even as her conscience fought to push him away, her pussy responded differently.

While her hands struggled weakly, her inner muscles fiercely sucked and clenched around his cock, pulling it deeper, milking it greedily.

"Ugh… hah… too hot… ah! Ahhh!"

Her smooth thighs quivered uncontrollably.

Her arms flailed—no longer pushing him away, but unsure whether to pull him closer or push him off.

When he slowly rotated his cock deep inside her, her hips reflexively arched like a bow, beginning slow circles of their own.

Their lower bodies pressed together—no space between them.

He leaned close, his lips brushing her ear.

“I’ve watched you for so long… helpless in the corner of this bathroom, struggling alone… I wanted to help you. Like this.”

As he spoke, he pulled back slightly—then slammed into her with brutal force.

“Ahhhhhk!”

In that instant, Sarah Han was engulfed by a storm of pleasure. A sharp snap echoed inside her—a final thread of reason breaking.

It was the sound of primal instinct, long caged by shame and duty, finally bursting free.

In that moment, Sarah Han became an animal.

Matching his rhythm, she began moving faster.

Soon, she was shaking her hips wildly.

Pleasure surged uncontrollably—until, at last, it exploded in a violent climax.

Her mind went blank, empty.

He pounded into her with savage intensity.

He felt triumphant—finally conquering the woman he’d desired for so long.

Electric pleasure shot up his spine to the base of his skull.

Almost simultaneously, both reached their peak.

They clung to each other tightly, trembling violently.

A flood of clear fluid gushed from Sarah Han’s pussy, while he emptied his hot, thick cum deep into her womb.

She collapsed limply, feeling his powerful jets pulse against the deepest walls of her vagina.

He kept his cock buried inside her as he gently laid her down on the bathroom floor, lowering his body atop hers.

Several days passed.

Sarah Han avoided him.

She couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye.

She couldn’t believe another man’s cock had been inside her—besides her husband’s.

No matter how much she denied it, it was real.

And his cock…

Every time she recalled that night, a dizzying thrill ran down her spine.

Each time, a deep, throbbing ache pulsed within her pussy.

His cock had been thicker, longer, harder, hotter than her husband’s.

Now, sex with David Min felt dull.

That night, David Min mounted her as usual, thrusting vigorously into her pussy.

His cock was longer.
His cock was thicker, harder.
"Uugh… uugh… your grip tonight… feels incredible…"
His cock was so much hotter.

Even as David Min rode her body wildly, Sarah Han gave half-hearted moans—her thoughts consumed by him.

His cock had been longer.

It had reached depths David Min’s cock had never touched.

From that point on… he was my first man.

Sarah Han blushed, breath quickening.

When David Min finally climaxed, pumping his seed inside her, one thought burned in her mind:

I want to taste his hard, throbbing cock.

But she had to hide that desire.

Since that night, he hadn’t approached her.

After every encounter with David Min, Sarah Han would soothe her unsatisfied body in the bathroom, secretly glancing toward the door.

Waiting for him.

Yet part of her hoped he wouldn’t come.

Because it was adultery.

Even though she’d already been taken once, guilt told her it must never happen again.

But as time passed, her dissatisfaction grew.

Now, David Min rarely touched her.

She already knew who left that lipstick stain.

She’d gone to his office and seen a woman leaving with him.

The woman glanced around nervously before quickly getting into David Min’s car.

Sarah Han, hiding behind a pillar, borrowed a friend’s car the next day and followed them.

She watched them enter a motel.

That night, when she asked David Min for sex, he dismissed her, saying he was tired.

Late at night, as David Min slept deeply, she touched his limp, shriveled cock—and sensed traces of another woman.

On his thigh, faint bite marks—clearly left by her.

In that moment, her internal struggle ended.

Gasping with unbearable physical thirst, Sarah Han finally knocked on his door late one night—while David Min was “on a business trip.”

Knock… knock knock…

"Who is it?"

"..."

The door opened.

His eyes lit up when he saw her.

Sarah Han wore only a sheer negligee over her naked body.

They stared at each other—no words needed.

His gaze slowly traveled down her face.

Wherever his eyes landed, Sarah Han felt as if being touched directly—arousal surging through her.

His eyes traced her pale, slender neck, then lingered on her firm, swollen breasts beneath the transparent fabric.

Her nipples were already hard, stiff, trembling.

Below, her smooth abdomen led to a slightly protruding mound—thick curls visible through the sheer cloth.

Her pussy breathed openly beneath.

Without a word, he took her hand and pulled her inside.

He closed the door, laid her on the bed.

Then stripped off his pajamas—completely naked in seconds.

"Wife…"

Sarah Han closed her eyes tightly, voice trembling.

“I can’t hold back anymore… I need you…”

In an instant, his heavy body covered hers.

"Ugh…"

He crushed his lips against hers.

Their tongues twisted together inside her mouth.

Sarah Han sucked wildly on his tongue, overwhelmed by excitement just from feeling his weight pressing down on her.

Somehow, her negligee had ridden up to her waist—then slipped completely off over her head.

Now fully naked, he kissed her lips again.

She trembled, feeling his hot, thick cock pressing against her lower belly.

It was heavy.

She hadn’t felt it in a month.

Now, she would taste again the cock that had so powerfully ravaged her pussy a month ago.

She sucked his tongue like she wanted to devour it, wrapping both arms around his neck.

Then spread her legs wide.

Her breasts flattened and bulged under his muscular chest.

His hot breath brushed her ear.

Then he sucked her earlobe.

"Ahh…"

As Sarah Han shivered with electric pleasure, he whispered:

"Wife… I want to eat you."

"Haa… I want to go inside you… deep inside your body."

His hand gripped her breast tightly—almost crushing it.

"I want to go inside you… deep inside your body."

Sarah Han nodded, tingling with pleasure radiating from her breast.

One hand slowly slid down, parted her thick pubic hair, and lightly stroked her clit.

"Haaaang…"

Clear fluid gushed from her pussy.

“I’ve missed your pussy so much…”

His finger found her clitoris and pressed gently.

"Uuuuugh…"

Her slick, naked body convulsed like a fish on a cutting board.

The sensation was dizzyingly intense.

He guided her hand to his cock.

"Haa… so hot…"

Touching his cock for the first time, Sarah Han felt deliriously excited.

It was hot and rock-hard—like a heated iron rod.

Like a newlywed bride, she held it awkwardly, unsure what to do.

"Haaa… haaa… I… I… aaaaaaah…"

"Does my cock… please you, wife?"

"Yes…"

"Do you… want it?"

"Yes… I want it…"

As if answering, her hand tightened firmly around his shaft.

"Aaaaaah… so tight…"

He smiled, seeing her body fully aroused without further foreplay.

"Now… this woman is completely mine."

Deliberately slow, he sucked her breasts while covering her clit with his palm, rubbing in slow circles.

Her wide-open legs stiffened, trembling violently.

Sarah Han was now in extreme arousal.

Lately, David Min’s thrusts barely excited her.

Yet now, just from having her breasts sucked and her clit touched, she was trembling on the edge of orgasm.

She felt a desperate, maddening thirst.

"Ah… please… please… huff… hurry…"

As if responding, his finger slid deep into her pussy.

Sliiide…

"Uuuuuuhhh…"

Her red lips parted wide, releasing hot, ragged breaths.

He felt her vaginal walls clamp down powerfully on his finger, sucking greedily. He pulled it out with effort.

Same as last time—her pussy had incredible suction.

Feeling his cock swell painfully hard, he pressed it firmly against her lower abdomen.

"Uugh… this… this…"

Sarah Han felt his cock throb violently in her hand, growing thicker and harder. She arched her back, trying to guide it into her pussy.

But the thick, rigid shaft didn’t move easily.

"You want this?"

"Yes… I want it… please, hurry…"

Her pussy contracted so intensely that her vaginal walls pressed together painfully.

"Uugh… it hurts… please… huuu…"

Now she was almost crying.

Finally, he lifted his upper body and placed his cock at her entrance, slowly pushing in.

Her tightly clenched pussy, sensing the hot, massive intruder, automatically relaxed—then began sucking his cock inward.

Her pussy was hot, tight, slick.

As his cock sank deeper, her legs drew together, wrapping around his waist.

Finally, his entire length disappeared into her.

"Good?"

He kissed her lips as he asked.

"Haaa… good…"

Sarah Han panted, whispering against his mouth.

“I can feel it… your cock… filling me… ugh… so full… so tight…”

She could feel every ridge of his cock through her vaginal walls—the shape of his bulbous head, the pulsing veins.

"Umm… squeeze it… squeeze my cock tight."

As if responding, her vaginal muscles clenched powerfully around his shaft.

"Uuugh… amazing… you’re incredible…"

As Sarah Han rhythmically contracted and released, he trembled, feeling the waves of pleasure travel up his entire cock.

Impressed by her suction, he began thrusting in earnest.

His thick, hard cock tore roughly through her pussy, and Sarah Han cried out in near-screams, frantically lifting her hips.

A sound she had never made with David Min.

"Ah… I’m dying… huu… huu… ugh…"

He pounded her with fierce energy, savoring the sticky, gripping walls of her pussy.

Each time he thrust in, hot juices gushed from her soaked slit.

Late at night, in a house without her husband, Sarah Han spread her legs wide for the tenant next door.

"Aah…"

After a fierce orgasm, Sarah Han clung to his body, passionately sucking his lips, then whispered in his ear:

"Your cock… was incredible."

Somehow, he now boldly called her by name.

Because she was his woman now.

Her pussy was full of his cum.

His cock had softened slightly after one release, yet still remained buried deep inside her.

He gripped her breast tightly and said:

“You’re mine now. Right?”

“Uuuugh…”

She shivered, answering through the intense pleasure flooding from her squeezed breast.

“Yes… I’m yours now… your cock drove me crazy…”

Her vaginal walls clenched around his cock once more.

"Uuugh…"

Stimulated, his cock began swelling again inside her.

“Huh… you… ugh… again?”

Sarah Han looked at him with eyes shining in delight.

David Min had never done this.

He’d only grunted like an animal, finished before she could climax, then pulled out.

But he was already hard again—proudly filling her completely.

"Ah…"

Her hips automatically began rotating in wide circles.

The deep, full pressure in her pussy felt delicious.

He braced himself on his knees, lifting his hips slightly to let her move freely.

Sarah Han reveled in the sensation, grinding her hips on her own, chasing electrifying pleasure.

With each movement, he felt his cock intensely stimulated inside her.

Her vaginal walls rhythmically clenched and released, gripping and sucking his shaft.

When she squeezed hard, he felt as if his cock might be ripped out by the roots.

Barely holding back his explosion, he pulled out briefly.

The bed was soaked with her fluids. He lifted the sweaty, glistening Sarah Han and sat her on his lap.

His cock plunged deep into her pussy again, their pubic bones pressing tightly together.

In this position, he grabbed her breasts, twisted them roughly, and said:

"Umm… I love you."

"Ahh… it hurts."

She winced in pain as her breasts were twisted, yet sucked his tongue and began bouncing her body.

Each movement produced lewd, squelching sounds.

The room burned with their heat.

Now, he gripped her waist and thrust powerfully, slamming his cock in and out.

"Ah… ah… ugh… haaah… haaaahh…"

Unable to withstand the rising pleasure, Sarah Han thrashed wildly.

Her back arched like a bow. Her firm, rubber-like breasts swung in all directions, flinging sweat droplets everywhere.

"Uuugh… I’m gonna… cum… haaah!"

"Uuugh… me too… I can’t… hold on…"

Peak ecstasy crashed over them.

Sarah Han convulsed, feeling his hot cum pound deep inside her.

They collapsed onto the bed, clinging to each other.

"Aah… that was amazing… I can’t live without you now… uum."

Madly chanting his name, Sarah Han licked and kissed his face, then gently caressed his softening cock—still sensitive after two releases.

Each touch made him twitch involuntarily.

“I want to hold you at least once a week. Is that okay?”

“Mmm… do whatever you want. Anytime is fine… don’t ever leave me.”

He gazed at her—her hair damp and clinging to her forehead, her face flushed with love—and savored the sweet triumph of conquest.

-End-