Chapter 1 — Hunting Erotica: The Starving Woman

I'm 31 years old.

To the outside world, I'm just another reliable, ordinary man from South Korea—the kind people call "solid" and "dependable."

But I have a deep, consuming weakness.

I'm weak against temptation.

Always craving something new, something sharp, something raw.

That's why I think of myself as Janus—two-faced.

On the surface, a decent man. Inside, a corrupt one. Heh heh.

And hiding this side of me? It's nearly impossible. So here I am again, chatting with a woman online.

To me, chatting sites are the perfect hunting ground for women starved with sexual hunger.

"31M. If you want something easy, no pressure, maybe even a little wild—let's talk."

After sending out about fifty messages, I usually get one or two replies.

Tonight's target: a woman in her mid-thirties, married.

Women older than me, married women—aren't they every man's fantasy?

And sure enough, one replied.

[Sarah Kim] You're so bold. You're just a kid, aren't you?

[Daniel Lee] Heh. I think honesty works better anyway.

[Sarah Kim] Is that so? Well, maybe we should chat a bit then.

Sarah Kim, she said she was a housewife in her early thirties.

As usual, we chatted, and two hours later, we made plans to meet in front of Yeongdeungpo Department Store.

Five minutes past our meeting time, a woman in a black dress approached.

[Sarah Kim] Hi. Are you Daniel Lee?

[Daniel Lee] Yeah. That's me.

[Sarah Kim] You're different from what I imagined.

[Daniel Lee] Really? Heh.

Truth is, I'm not exceptionally handsome, but I'm definitely on the better side. And with regular workouts, my body's pretty solid—probably why she didn't turn away.

[Daniel Lee] Should we go somewhere quieter?

[Sarah Kim] Yeah, let's.

We went into a coffee shop and spent about an hour talking—small talk, nothing too deep. The kind of conversation that drifts far from what either of us really wants.

Most women, unless they're unusually forward, want the man to take the lead.

[Daniel Lee] Want to go to a karaoke room?

[Sarah Kim] I've never been there before...

[Daniel Lee] I heard the new ○○○ is really good. Want to check it out?

[Sarah Kim] Okay, let's go.

I like karaoke rooms in Yeongdeungpo—the kind with no windows, no view from the outside. The kind where anything can happen.

She tried to sit a little apart from me. I gently pulled her closer.

[Daniel Lee] Heejoo, come sit over here. We came together—why sit apart?

[Sarah Kim] Okay, then.

She awkwardly leaned into me.

Twenty minutes into the movie, silence thickened around us. Her perfume teased my senses.

Naturally, I pressed my nose to her earlobe and blew warm breath against it.

Just as expected, she reacted instantly.

A soft moan slipped out. Her hand tightened around mine.

Pretending innocence, I kept sniffing her scent, lightly teasing her ear.

Then, slowly, I moved my lips down to her neck.

Breathing against her skin, I flicked my tongue just at the edge.

That was the moment her instincts woke up.

She couldn't resist anymore—she started touching me.

By then, my hand was already on her breast.

[Sarah Kim] What are we doing? We just met.

As always, she feigned surprise.

But I know better. I can feel the hunger she's been suppressing.

[Daniel Lee] It's fine. We like each other, don't we? So what if it's our first time?

I started running my hand up her leg beneath the dress.

Still in her early thirties, her body was firm, elastic.

As my hand passed her thigh and reached the edge of her panties, she was already opening up to me.

Her soaked panties told the whole story.

I slowly traced her slit over the damp fabric, teasing.

Her dress had ridden up to her chest. To me, I was a stranger—but her mind was already half-lost in pleasure.

I brought my mouth to her crotch, carefully licking over her panties.

I flicked my tongue against her clit, pressing gently.

She was clean—immaculate.

I didn't hesitate. I pulled her panties off and started devouring her.

Her pussy smelled sweet, intoxicating—my tongue ravaged every inch.

Her legs trembled, then wrapped around my head, pulling me deeper.

She was coming.

I stopped. Climbed on top of her.

She nodded, as if she'd been waiting, and silently fixed her clothes.

Without a word, she followed me.

○○ Motel.

We walked in like we belonged together—no hesitation, no shame.

Suddenly, she stepped forward, paid for the room, and hooked her arm through mine.

Room 305.

The moment we stepped inside, she threw herself at me.

I pulled her into a fierce kiss, my hands roaming every curve of her body.

Moans spilled from her lips as I guided her to the bed.

We tore off our clothes in a rush. I peeled off her dress.

Her naked body—fully exposed.

She was even better than I imagined.

Without a word, she smiled faintly and clung to my neck.

I unhooked her bra and sucked on her breasts.

Her nipples were hard, swollen with arousal. When I teased them, she moaned loudly.

Meanwhile, my other hand stroked the edge of her panties.

String-style.

It was obvious. A woman unsatisfied in bed always wears provocative underwear.

I yanked off the flimsy cloth and began licking her pussy.

It was already drenched, slick and warm.

I flicked my tongue deep inside, tracing every fold.

Her moans told me everything—this woman was starved.

I wanted to give her everything.

Ignoring her cries, I devoured her—every hidden corner—hoping to leave her with a memory worth remembering.

Her neatly trimmed pussy hair carried a delicate fragrance, and her sex smelled clean, fresh.

I love women like this. Some women's pussies reek—unbearably.

I despise them. Isn't cleanliness the bare minimum courtesy in sex?

She couldn't take it anymore.

She pulled my face up and grabbed my cock, guiding it to her entrance.

I let her lead.

I pushed in.

She screamed.

And I gave her the best I had.

Her pussy was warm—so warm.

With a woman like this, I'd welcome sex anytime.

Her body collapsed onto the bed. I paused—then thrust again.

She moaned uncontrollably. I was racing toward my climax.

At the peak, I pulled out and shot my cum all over her chest.

She was already spent. I collapsed on top of her.

After a long while, she caught her breath, quietly got up, and walked into the bathroom.

The sound of running water. A moment later, she came back with a damp towel and gently wiped my body—every inch.

I never cum inside. We're just two people chasing a single moment of pleasure. I don't want to leave even the smallest trace behind.

[Sarah Kim] Baby… want me to light your cigarette?

[Daniel Lee] Yeah.

She lit it, then curled into my arms. She told me her husband is a successful judge. Nine years older than her.

It made sense. Her sex life had ended two years ago. And she's only in her early thirties.

She asked for my number, said she wanted to see me again.

I told her I'd call, and asked for hers instead. She wrote it down, insisting I call her.

Sorry, but I never did.

We were supposed to be satisfied with just one night.

But she was one of the rare ones I actually wanted to see again.

So I pulled her close once more.

As my hands roamed her body, we began all over again.