Chapter 1 — Han Soo-jin's Choice - 1 (1)

His wife, Jenny Han, was rushing around unusually early this morning.

Today was the day she had firmly decided to step onto the front lines of life. It was also the day marking exactly one month since she began attending training at the insurance company.

To expand its ranks of female sales agents, the insurance firm paid trainees a guaranteed monthly stipend of 400,000 won—just for sitting through three months of classes.

Most of the women attending were young housewives in their thirties, including Jenny. Occasionally, unmarried single women could also be spotted among them.

There were easily over thirty participants.

Jenny's husband was four years older than her, but she shared a casual, friendly relationship with Sarah Yoo, the mother of Eric Chan—her upstairs neighbor. Early that morning, Sarah called to confirm their plans.

It was through Sarah's introduction that Jenny had joined the insurance training program.

“Hurry up—we should leave around ten. I'll come down. Even though it's about twenty minutes by subway, plus another twenty walking, we'd spend nearly forty minutes total. Let's just take my car—it'll be much faster. Though that means no exercise today, I guess?”

“Got it. I'll be ready. Come on down.”

The “exercise” Sarah referred to was Jenny's aerobics class near their apartment complex, which she attended to maintain her figure.

A former dance major in college, Jenny had preserved the sleek, toned body of her youth through aerobics.

When she first started going—dragged along reluctantly from household chores by Sarah—other women mistook her for a student. Her beauty stood out so sharply that none could compare.

Some even watched jealously as Jenny finished her workout and headed to the showers, scanning every inch of her flawless, sculpted body.

“Is that woman, Jenny Han, really thirty?”

“No, she said she's twenty-eight.”

“Her figure looks like she's barely in her mid-twenties. Look at those breasts—pointed straight up like socks. So firm and bouncy.”

“What? Want to touch them? Kkarrrr~!”

“Oh, gross! Hohoho!”

“And her pubic hair looks so soft too. With such lush mounds, she must drive men wild.”

“And that sexy ass? Look at that tiny waist! Even as a woman, I can't help swallowing hard.”

“Hahaha! Jealous, Min's mom?”

“Everything's lifted—nothing sags or droops. She probably never has sex.”

“She's married, apparently, just no kids yet. How could someone that pretty still be single?”

“Her husband must nosebleed every night. Hoho!”

“What about your husband? Doesn't he nosebleed?”

“Pfft. I'm the one who bleeds.”

“Hahahaha!”

As Jenny listened to their whispered gossip behind her back, she thrust her bare body forward under the cascading water—almost as if proudly displaying it.

Until now, only her husband had ever touched this body. But lately, whenever men stared at her during outings—eyes tracing her calves, groping beneath her skirt at her buttocks, stealing glances at her full breasts—she felt a strange, illicit thrill.

Their eyes, caressing her as if she were naked, sent electric jolts of pleasure through her.

Each time, instinct flared within her, and her core grew damp.

Her husband, too, seemed quietly proud when other men looked at his wife.

He took great pride in being the only man who could hold Jenny—beautiful, modest, radiant—and make love to her.

She had once been crowned queen at her university. That she chose him, of all people, as her husband, was purely due to innocent love.

Swept away by his passionate courtship during their first meeting, Jenny had rejected arranged matches with wealthy families and advances from rich suitors alike.

It had been entirely her choice.

After finishing breakfast early, Jenny set her husband's meal neatly on the table and finished washing the dishes.

Her husband still lay buried under the blankets, fast asleep.

Lately, he stayed up late, glued to the internet.

Jenny sat before her vanity, lightly tracing red lipstick along her lips, then pressing them together gently to finish her makeup.

She glanced up at the calendar hanging above the mirror.

It was already the fourth month that her husband had done nothing but loaf around the house.

Tomorrow would mark their third wedding anniversary.

With warmer weather, he seemed increasingly lethargic and appetiteless.

Cooped up in the corner of the room all day, he likely suffered from lack of exercise.

Worse, since staying home full-time, he'd spent every waking moment lusting after Jenny's body—draining his own energy in the process.

At first, Jenny enjoyed it. Waking up to spend entire days together made her feel like they were reliving their honeymoon.

But that joy faded after two months.

Gradually, dark anxieties began coiling in her mind.

She tried reaching out to her old broadcasting station contacts, hoping to reclaim her brief role as a reporter during her single days—but job prospects were bleak amid the struggling economy.

Meanwhile, their carefully saved nest egg had vanished—lost in her husband's failed stock investments just two months prior. Now, they were forced to dip into the monthly savings meant for buying a home.

At this rate, failing to earn even a single day's income would soon make survival itself a crisis.

Jenny swiftly peeled off the cotton dress she usually wore at home.

Now, only a thin, sheer white mesh panty covered her body.

She opened her dresser drawer and pulled out a white bra.

She rarely wore a bra indoors.

Though people said breasts sag without support, Jenny preferred comfort.

Even without one, her firm, elastic breasts stood upright like pointed socks, and her nipples—ripe and shy—rose slightly, as if waiting for a man's touch.

On the bed, her husband stirred, rolling onto his stomach.

Jenny turned and put on the bra.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he watched her back as she buttoned her blouse.

Her milky-white nude form had never looked more beautiful.

His gaze traveled slowly from her smooth calves up her thighs.

Then it stopped—fixed on Jenny's seductive hips, the sight igniting his lust.

Under his thin pajamas, his cock stiffened instantly.

After fastening the last sky-blue blouse button, Jenny bent slightly to pull on her pantyhose.

Her curved buttocks, clad in white mesh panties, came fully into view.

His eyes locked onto the cleft between her cheeks—the faintest glimpse of her intimate slit.

Her soft brown mound wasn't clearly visible, but he could feel it: her petals were still ready, waiting to receive him.

Warmer than his own heavy desire, her core had already begun to stir.

His engorged shaft swelled further, bobbing eagerly. From the tip of his urethra, clear fluid seeped out, glistening.

Sleep fled completely.

He kicked off the blanket and sat up.

“Oh! You're awake?”

“Yeah. Come here.”

He crooked a finger at Jenny, who was just pulling her pantyhose over her panties.

“I don't have time. I need to go.”

“It'll just take a minute. Come here.”

He sprang up and grabbed her pale arm, yanking her toward him. Off-balance, she tumbled into his arms.

“I told you no.”

“It'll just be a second.”

He shoved her bra up, clamping her left hand over her bare white breast, pressing his index finger against her nipple.

His right hand slid behind her back, down her slender waist, and slipped beneath her pantyhose.

He pinched her nipple upward, rubbing it gently.

“Ahh…”

A shiver of pleasure shot from her chest down to her abdomen.

“Ah, stop… I'm late.”

“Late? It'll just take a second.”

“I can't… Ah. Ahh…”

Jenny bit back the spreading waves of pleasure trembling through her.

Any moment now, Sarah might ring the doorbell, demanding they leave.

Still, Jenny believed it was a wife's duty to accept her husband's sexual demands—no matter what.

She always did. In sex, the choice belonged to her husband, not to her.

His right hand, now deep between her buttocks, brushed softly over her delicate pubic hair and stroked her outer lips.

Unbidden, moisture welled inside her, soaking through the panty.

His middle finger parted her petals and slipped into her warm flesh.

“Ahh… Ahhh…!”

Her limbs went slack.

His fingers stretched the pantyhose taut.

“Aaah! Stop! You're ruining my stockings!”

“Really?”

Eyes wide with mock guilt, he gripped her narrow waist and yanked her upward, peeling both the pantyhose and panties down past her knees in one motion.

Her pale, plump buttocks were now fully exposed.

“Honey, I really have to go.”

“Then get on all fours. I'll finish fast.”

He knew she especially loved doggy style—knew that once he entered her from behind, she'd lose all sense of time and surrender completely to pleasure.

Jenny rolled one leg's pantyhose down to her toes, leaving the other bunched at her knee.

She stretched both arms forward on the bed, lifting her hips high into the air.

Between her thighs, her slick, glistening pussy opened wide.

He breathed heavily.

“Fine. Then hurry. Do you have to cum by the time I count to ten?”

Twisting her head back, Jenny urged him on.

“Yeah, I'll make it quick.”

Frantically kicking off his pajama pants, he spread her tender brown petals apart and guided his eager cock to her entrance.

Her folds glistened with arousal, but she wasn't fully soaked.

For smoother entry, he rubbed the wet tip of his shaft against her opening.

Her soft labia quickly grew slick and slippery.

“How's that?”

“Ugh… I don't know. Just hurry.”

“Alright, alright.”

He teased her—sliding just the tip inside, then pulling out.

A hot surge of pleasure escaped Jenny's lips in an involuntary groan.

“Good?”

“I don't know. Hurry up.”

“Okay.”

This time, he thrust his shaft deep into her hole.

It filled her completely, sucked in tight.

“Ahh!”

A cry burst from Jenny's lips.

The soft inner walls of her vagina clung tightly to his cock.

Grabbing her hips, he began slow, steady piston strokes.

“Ahhhh~!”

Her lips parted, breath coming in rapid gasps.

Slap! Slap!

He slapped and kneaded her buttocks with his palms.

“Huh… haa!”

Her pussy fluttered, gripping him tighter.

Blazing pleasure radiated from her core, spreading rapidly through her body.

“Aaah… mmhhh~~~”

Trained in dance, Jenny unknowingly squeezed with incredible strength.

His cock plunged deeper, again and again.

When she shook her hips wildly, her breasts swayed rhythmically.

As her grip tightened, he cried out in triumph, gripping her hips fiercely.

Jenny wasn't an aggressive lover.

Unless her husband initiated it, she often forgot about sex altogether.

Yet there were a few spots on her body that drove her wild—her nape, and especially being taken from behind.

Even when she resisted, pushing his hands away, the moment he breathed hot air against her neck, she'd melt instantly—arching her back, closing her eyes, exhaling warmth.

And if he forced her onto all fours, stripped her panties, and touched her ass, the shame of being conquered overwhelmed her with intense pleasure—sending ecstatic cries tearing from her throat.

“Ahh… I'm going crazy. I have to go. Ahh… it feels too good.”

She grunted through parted lips, snorting like an animal.

She thought she was already late, but the fiery pleasure rising from her womb made her thrust her hips backward, tightening her pussy around his cock.

“Haa… so good. Your pussy is truly the best.”

“Ahh… Ah…”

Watching his shaft disappear inside her, her husband increased his pace, driving into her harder and faster.

From the open slit between her voluptuous buttocks, arousal oozed steadily, slick and thick.

Soaked in her juices, the glossy brown cock darted rapidly in and out.

Jenny kept moaning, snorting with each thrust.

She rocked her hips backward, trying to swallow every inch of him.

“More. Deeper, deeper… Ahhh… haa…”

She felt her capillaries expanding, her eyelids growing heavy.

“Ahh… I can't… I can't hold on… Ah… AHHH!”

At the moment he thrust deep, he could no longer endure the tightness—his seed erupted violently against her vaginal walls, spurting again and again.

“Haa… sorry.”

“I don't know… Ah… what do I do?”

Jenny's voice trembled with unsatisfied frustration as her climax faded.

Determined not to miss the final refrain, she clenched her pussy tightly around his shaft, shaking her hips wildly.

But his softened cock could no longer ignite the dying flame within her.

Then—ding-dong, ding-dong—the doorbell rang.

Instinctively, he pulled his half-shrinking cock out of her.

“Sorry! Just wait a sec. I'm looking for a job right now.”

Pouting, Jenny reached behind her back, grabbing a tissue roll. She pressed toilet paper to her pussy, wiping away the semen dripping out.

Ding-dong, ding-dong! The bell rang urgently again.

“Who is it…?”

Standing, legs still apart, she blocked the leaking hole with tissue, stumbling awkwardly toward the bathroom while calling out toward the front door.

“It's me, Eric's mom. Hurry up! We're going to be late!”

“I'm coming!”

She glanced at the clock on the living room wall—less than ten minutes until departure.

No time to shower now.

She shot a sharp glance at her husband, already stepping into the bathroom.

Because of you, I'm late.

Hehe. Even your angry eyes are pretty. Ugh, you're so damn cute. You're mine. Should we go again? You didn't get satisfied, did you?

I don't know!

In a rush, Jenny roughly wiped between her legs with tissue, then pulled up her panties and pantyhose, followed by her skirt, zipping it up to her knees.

A sticky dampness remained in her crotch, making her uneasy—but there was nothing she could do.

Once at work, she'd sneak away to the well-equipped restroom at the insurance office and clean up properly.

She grabbed another spare panty from the drawer, crumpling it into her handbag, then opened the front door and stepped out.

“What were you doing?”

“What do you mean? Nothing.”

“You were doing it with your husband?”

“No, I wasn't.”

Through the slightly opened door, Sarah caught a glimpse of her husband, completely naked, stepping out of the bathroom.

She peeked inside.

“Don't lie. It's written all over your face. Hehe!”

“What are you looking at?”

“Your husband's stamina's impressive, huh?”

“I don't know!”

Jenny snapped curtly, then slammed the door shut.