Chapter 1 — Forbidden Orbit

Five minutes had passed since David Park had begun tenderly caressing Sarah Ji’s most private area as if it belonged to her. Sarah Ji writhed in a rapture more intense than anything she had ever known.

Harsh, ragged breathing burst from her mouth, gasping as if suffocating. David Park, faintly smiling at the sound, continued without pause, savoring every stifled moan.

When his fingers finally reached the sensitive area, circling it with deliberate focus, Sarah Ji could hold back no longer. With a sob, she gushed a flood of arousal.

But David Park didn’t stop. Instead, he circled the area around her back passage, rubbing persistently, as if determined to extract surrender from even that forbidden place.

Sarah Ji twisted her body like squid on a griddle, writhing in agony as she fought to suppress her cries. Then David Park whispered, low and smooth:

"Don't hold back. Let it out. The room is soundproof—no one will hear. It's just you and me now. You can scream as loud as you want. Stress has to be released, after all. Only then will you become truly beautiful."

That brainwashing suggestion shattered Sarah Ji’s last defense. She burst into sobs—she, who had never once cried during sex with her husband.

Desperately, she longed for it—pleaded in silence for those fingers to finally enter her. But David Park’s hand lingered only at the entrance, circling endlessly, never pushing inside. He knew her desperation, yet utterly ignored it.

Ten more minutes passed. Sarah Ji began to beg through tears.

"P-please..."

David Park pretended not to hear. When she cried out again, clinging to him like a drowning woman, he finally responded.

"Pardon? What did you say, customer?"

Shaking with shame, Sarah Ji forced her lips apart once more.

"Please... just that..."

"Please, what exactly do you want me to do?"

His cold detachment crushed her.

"Please... put your hand inside me... inside my—"

"Customer, I didn't catch that. Put my hand where, exactly?"

In the end, Sarah Ji abandoned every shred of pride. Weeping bitterly, she begged in utter humiliation.

"David Park, please... I feel like I'm dying! Just once—put your hand inside my core!"

Only then did David Park finally stop, smirking faintly.

"Of course, customer. I'm fulfilling your request. The earlier sensitivity massage was complimentary, but this—'deep care'—incurs an additional fee. Will that be acceptable?"

Money was no longer an issue to Sarah Ji. She sobbed her assent, begging him to just do it.

Later, she would worry about how she could ever face him again. But in that moment, the idea that this was a paid service—something transactional—somehow made the shame feel justified, even defensible. It was almost a relief.

When David Park finally pushed a single finger deep inside her, breaching her most intimate depths, Sarah Ji plummeted into an explosion of sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced.