Chapter 1 — Late Bloomer (Part 1) (1)

In his twenties and early thirties, David Han had worked harder than anyone else at the company. After leaving in his mid-thirties, he started a small construction business and ran himself ragged day and night chasing success.

There had been tough times in between, but he'd endured them. Now, in his mid-forties, he'd built it into a solid, dependable mid-sized firm—nothing flashy, but sturdy.

All that time, driven by fierce desire, he'd buried himself in his wife Sarah Han's body every night. But he'd paid little attention to household matters.

Only when life finally eased up and he began noticing domestic details did David first realize—his wife was like a worn-out rag.

When he first discovered the truth, it felt as if the sky had collapsed. He trembled with betrayal. They already had two children. What could he do? While he agonized over it, time slipped away—and before he knew it, he'd simply accepted it.

He learned that Sarah had slept with his brother-in-law, a doctor, before they even dated. She'd had two other boyfriends too.

After having both children, while living in a house, she'd spread her legs for a bachelor who lived on another floor. She'd done the same for a close friend's husband.

He found out one evening when he came home earlier than expected—he'd told her he'd be late.

Before entering the house, he overheard Sarah and her sister talking in the yard.

The sister was begging her: "Your tail's too long—you'll get caught. Please, just be careful."

She knew her husband—the doctor—had also slept with Sarah. Since then, Sarah seemed to have stopped seeing him.

Learning all this, David could never go back to how things were.

He'd come from nothing, worked himself to death, only to find his wife had lived such a life. And now, inevitably, he too began to change.

Late at night, after the kids were asleep, David's cock stood straight up toward the ceiling—thick, large, veins bulging.

He yanked Sarah toward him.

"Lick my cock with your tongue."

"Ai! You've been acting weird lately. You never used to say dirty things like that."

"Now that we're doing better, I can enjoy life, can't I?"

Sarah shot him a glare.

"You want me to lick your cock?"

"Yeah. Do it dirty. Suck it."

Once, she'd never used words like "cock" or "pussy." She'd seemed like such a proper housewife. At first, she didn't try hard to please him when sucking—but the more he demanded, the more she gave in, until now she deliberately stuck her tongue out, licking obscenely, as if showing off.

Sarah, bent over, had a sleek, curvy body and a pretty face—the very image that had made him fall for her and marry her.

Even now at forty-two, she still had a toned, flawless figure and a beautiful face.

Was it because men kept chasing her? Or was she the one flirting? Either way, Sarah still had lovers.

Two days later.

David told his wife he'd be late again, then left work early. He parked the car around the corner and quietly approached the house.

Just as he expected—entering the yard, he saw the living room curtains drawn.

He'd known this would happen. The night before, he'd seen Sarah sneaking a call in the yard.

The kids should be at their cram schools right now.

David circled to the side of the yard and peered through a small window.

Sure enough.

Sarah was inside—with Andrew Jung, her son Michael's private tutor.

Her current lover was none other than her son's tutor, a graduate student.

Sarah sat deep in the sofa, leaning back. Andrew sat in front of her.

Her skirt was hiked up, thighs spread wide—her lower half completely exposed. Her pussy lay open, bare before his eyes.

His face pressed between her legs, his tongue lapping at her slit. Under his touch, she arched her hips, spreading her thighs wider.

"Madam, your pussy tastes so good."

"Haa… Is it better than sucking your girlfriend's?"

"Much better. Your pussy turns me on more—it looks so damn dirty and hot. Just touching and looking at it gets me going."

"Haa… You really think my pussy looks that dirty and hot?"

"Yes. It does when I see you like this. Even when you're dressed. The first time I saw you in those sweatpants—your pussy bulged so much. I nearly lost it."

Then he licked again, and Sarah writhed, trembling under the pleasure.

"Haa… Open my pussy hole and lick it."

Andrew pried her folds apart and ran his tongue deep inside. Sarah moaned, shuddering.

"Ahhng… So good…"

"Madam, is your pussy hole feeling good?"

"Mmm… So good…"

He kept going, teasing her relentlessly. After a while, she pulled him up, unfastened his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock.

Not thick, but well-shaped and slightly long. Sarah stroked it, then stuck out her tongue, licking every inch before opening her mouth and sucking it in.

She bobbed her head back and forth. Excited, Andrew caressed her hair.

"Ugh… Madam, you suck cock like a pro."

Jjoooop. Jjeuk-jjeuk.

"Better than your girlfriend?"

"Of course. Ugh…"

Sarah kept sucking—until suddenly, Andrew couldn't take it anymore. He gently pushed her away.

"I can't… I need to be inside you now."

Sarah quickly lay down on the wide sofa beside them, bent her knees, spread her thighs.

"Haa… Come here. Fuck my pussy hole."

Andrew climbed on top. His cock slid against her wet, gaping slit.

"Ugh… Madam, your pussy tastes incredible. The way it grips me—it's unreal."

"Hheung… Andrew, your cock feels so good. Haa… Just eat my pussy however you want. Enjoy it."

They moved together, bodies grinding, whispering filthy words. As he thrust, he groped her breasts through her clothes.

Then they changed positions—Sarah gripped the sofa, bending forward. He fucked her from behind.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

With each slam, Sarah moaned, shaking her ass. Seeing her like that drove him wilder, his hips pounding faster.

Watching secretly from outside, David's lower body burned with arousal. His cock swelled hard. These days, seeing his wife like this no longer stirred anger or jealousy—only excitement.

Carefully, he slipped away from the yard, walked to a restaurant on the main road, and ordered food and soju.

Ever since discovering Sarah's affairs, David had changed.

On Friday, he told her he had a dinner meeting with a contractor and would be late. He went to work, then around 5 PM, drove to the meeting spot and waited.

After a short wait, Emma's mom arrived.

They lived in the same neighborhood. She was Sarah's younger friend, someone he already knew.

She sometimes visited their house. When she took Emma to the park, they often ran into each other.

Thirty-eight years old. Pretty face, slightly tall, slim and shapely.

David had always felt attracted to her. After learning about Sarah's affairs, he started being kinder, speaking more warmly—and they grew closer.

He realized she, too, liked him—this usually cold, distant man.

From behind, watching her walk hand-in-hand with Emma, she looked like a model—utterly captivating.

They'd known each other casually, but last autumn, things shifted. By spring, they were meeting like this—outside.

Today, they went out to eat in the suburbs.

Her wavy hair fell to her shoulders. Her necklace and earrings sparkled. She placed side dishes near him.

"David, eat plenty."

She always called him by his name—respectful, yet intimate.

"Haha. You eat plenty too."

"You saying that because you'll tease me if I gain weight?"

"Haha. How'd you know?"

"Ai~"

She playfully rolled her eyes—cute.

After dinner, David took Emma's mom for a drive. He parked in a quiet spot, then moved with her to the back seat.

Smack. Smack.

In the dim light, he pulled her close and kissed her deeply. His hands gently caressed her plump, rounded breasts—firm, heavy, bouncy.

His lips and tongue explored her full lips, sucked hers, licked hers.

They kissed until breathless. Then David pulled her tighter, kneading her breasts. She shyly rested her head on his shoulder.

"David… I'm scared. What if Sarah or my husband finds out?"

"How would they? We're being careful."

"Right?"

She leaned into him, placing her palm over his hand as it groped her breast.

"I keep liking you more… What should I do? I'm married. I'm a mom."

"I've liked you since the moment I saw you."

David kissed her again, squeezing her breasts.

In the faint darkness, he unbuttoned her blouse. White lingerie appeared, bra straps on her shoulders—then her full breasts, barely covered.

He fondled them through the fabric, then tugged one cup aside. A round, pale breast popped out—slightly larger than Sarah's. She blushed.

He stroked it, then lowered his head. When his tongue touched her skin, her body jerked.

Slowly, he licked the smooth, soft mound. Then he found her erect nipple, swirling his tongue around it. She squirmed, turned on.

He sucked, nibbled, drank her in.

Different from Sarah—different scent, different taste. He moaned, sucking harder. His hand slid under her skirt, stroking her thigh.

He lifted his head. She was blushing, then leaned forward and kissed his forehead.

After sucking one breast thoroughly, David raised his head and pointed to the other.

"You feed me this one."

"Ai~"

Emma's mom, Sunmi, blushed, covering the just-sucked breast with her bra and shirt—only for the other breast to bounce free.

"David… Suck it."

David dipped his head again, licking and sucking. She opened her mouth halfway, breathless.

After lavishing both breasts, David pulled her close, cradling her against his chest, fingers still playing with her nipples.

"Sunmi, your tits taste so damn good."

"Better than Sarah's?"

"Yeah. Your tits are tastier than my wife's."

She whispered in his ear.

"I like it more when you suck me than when my husband does."

"Haha. Really?"

She nodded.

David guided her hand to the front of his pants.

This was their second time.

Even in the dim light, she blushed as she touched his huge, stiff cock through the fabric. Her touch made it swell even more.

"David… Yours is so big. At least one and a half times bigger than Emma's dad's."

"I feel good when you touch me."

"Call me by name, okay?"

"Really?"

"Yeah."

She nodded, stroking him. David massaged her bouncing breasts, twisting her nipple with his fingers—she flinched, curling her upper body.

Later, back in the neighborhood, he dropped her where no one could see. She walked home in clicking heels.

David, heart pounding, thrilled by the secret date with Emma's mom Sunmi.

By early April, the weather warmed. Cherry blossoms bloomed, dazzling white.

David met a woman through Mr. Park, a client he'd once built a building for.

She looked about mid-forties, though actually in her fifties.

Beside her stood a handsome man in his mid-thirties.

"I've heard a lot about you from Mr. Park. I own some land I bought cheap years ago. Now the area's developed—I'm tearing down the old single-story building and putting up a high-rise."

"Yes, I can handle that!"

"Of course. Mr. Park said you're reliable. You'll manage the leasing too, right?"

"Haha. Yes."

"Oh, and this is my son-in-law. He runs a building management company. He'll handle management for the new building. He knows more than I do—please consult him closely on all construction matters."

"Understood."

Her name was Seo Yeonja. They got along well, agreeing to discuss specific construction terms later.

The son-in-law was Cho Gitae, thirty-five—smart, sharp.

After about a week of negotiations, they signed the construction contract. David would be busy for a while.

Coming home, he brought pizza and fried chicken. His son Michael and daughter Min cheered. He poured himself a drink.

Sarah watched him and said,

"You landed the job, didn't you?"

"Yeah. And since it's spring, here—buy yourself some clothes."

As usual, he handed her an envelope after securing a project. Her eyes lit up.

"Hoho. Thank you."

But inside, David thought: A big chunk of this money will end up in Andrew's pocket—the bastard tutoring our son.

"Hey. Sunmi said you'd like this—try it."

Sarah offered him ginseng grilled with red pepper paste.

"Huh? You know I love this?"

"Hoho. I figured. Sunmi's so capable—great at housekeeping, amazing cook."

"That's true. But are you any less?"

"Hoho. Right?"

Now, David saw right through Sarah's fake innocence.

"By the way, Sunmi's husband is on a business trip. Should I invite her over?"

"Do what you want."

David answered indifferently.

Soon, Emma's mom Sunmi arrived with Emma. She wore subtle makeup and a form-fitting dress that hugged her curves.

Since growing close to David, she often dressed like this—even in front of Sarah. Probably female rivalry. Of course, Sarah had no idea.

"Emma's mom… This really tastes good."

David ate the pepper-glazed grilled ginseng, drinking.

"I'm glad you like it, David. Hey, Sarah—your husband loves this."

"Yeah. He always loved ginseng, bellflower root, mountain herbs. Sunmi, have a drink."

"Should I?"

Sunmi smiled, dimples showing, taking the glass. Her eyes met David's—just for a second—hidden from Sarah.

David explained the building plans to Yeonja. After days of discussion with her son-in-law, she gave the green light.

Permits moved smoothly. Funds flowed without delay—perfect clients.

Through the work, David shared several drinks with Gitae, the son-in-law. They grew close. Now Gitae called him "hyung."

In a private bar, two hostesses entered.

"Director Cho… Why bring girls?"

"Haha. Hyung, don't worry. Let's drink and have fun, right?"

David and Gitae each had a woman beside them. Normally, this happened often during business—but now, David found it annoying.

A few days later.

The weather was nice. David said he was going for a walk, stepped out—and passed the children's park.

Sunmi was there with Emma and another mom.

Just as David arrived, Emma told her friend she wanted to play at their house. Soon, she left with the friend and her mom.

"Sunmi, thanks for watching her."

"Yeah…"

As they left, David stepped closer to Sunmi.

"Out for a walk, Emma's mom?"

"Yes. But Emma's playing with her friend."

"What about Emma's dad?"

"He's working late again—overtime."

"Is that so?"

His expression shifted. She blushed slightly.

After Sunmi left, David followed her home. He rang the doorbell. She opened it, glancing around to make sure no one saw.

Inside, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her full lips. She closed her eyes, parted her lips, leaned deeper into him.

While kissing, he caressed her ass—tight, bouncy, yet full.

When their lips parted, he stroked her cheek.

"Sunmi. You're so beautiful."

"David… Really?"

"Yeah. Beautiful."

She smiled softly.

"Want a drink?"

"Sure."

David sat on the sofa.

He pulled Sunmi onto his lap, wrapped his arms around her, and sipped lightly.

He stroked her soft, curvy body. She looped her arms around his neck, burying herself in his chest. He grew aroused.

"Holding you like this… I love it."

"Me too."

He caressed her waist, then slid his hand down—squeezing her tight, round ass.

"Sunmi, your ass is so sexy. Beautiful."

"Naughty hyung."

He kissed her, stroked her thighs, then moved his hand up, grabbing her breast. Her thin bra let him feel everything.

In the light, her exposed breast looked even whiter, firmer.

He gently rubbed it, flicked her nipple with his finger.

"Sunmi, your tits are gorgeous. So soft, so bouncy."

Ticklish, she squirmed—then suddenly pressed her breast to his face.

"Hyung… Lick me."

"You like me licking you?"

"Yeah. I do."

Sunmi, already familiar with his mouth, whispered playfully.

David stuck out his tongue, licking her round mound. Sunmi writhed, watching him.

"Hyung… That ticklish."

"I'm supposed to make you ticklish."

He licked every inch, teased her hard nipple with his tongue.

Then he sucked her breast, drawing it deep into his mouth. Sunmi tilted her head back, moaning.

While sucking, he stroked her thigh—then slid his hand under her skirt. Her leg was impossibly smooth, lush.

Her breasts bounced freely as she leaned into him. Her hand reached into his sweatpants, gripping his thick, hard cock.

"Hyung… Does it feel good when I touch you?"

"Yeah. So good. Got something to hold?"

Sunmi blushed.

"It's so big—hard to grip with one hand. Not sure I should even be doing this."

"So what? You're my lover. Touching me is fine."

"Wait… I'm your lover?"

"Of course. You're mine, and I'm yours. Isn't that right?"

"They say most young moms these days have lovers."

Then she kissed his lips.

"You're really my lover, hyung."

They kissed again, mouths locked in heat.

He wanted to stay longer—but Emma's friend's house called. Sunmi had to pick her up. David stood, pulling her close.

Sunmi looked up at him.

"Hyung… Am I pretty?"

"Of course. So damn pretty."

Sunmi was his hidden honey jar.

With her, he felt peace. Her charm brought him joy. Living in the same neighborhood made it easy—they could meet anytime. Perfect.

Two days later.

Around 3 PM, David headed to their meeting spot. Sunmi was already there.

Subtle makeup. Dressed to impress.

To anyone, she was a stunning, desirable young mom.

She got in the car, sat beside him—long, sleek legs on display.

David drove off the main road, turned into alleys, wandered—until he spotted a small hotel. He pulled into the parking lot.

"You're not too tired?"

"No… I'm your lover, aren't I?"

David removed her jacket, peeled off her stockings.

Under the blanket, Sunmi wore only sexy panties. David held her, arm under her head, hands roaming her smooth, curved body.

"Sunmi. Today, you're marrying me."

She touched his muscular, broad chest.

"Hyung… Love me. Make me feel beautiful. Not like my husband. This is my first time… truly."

He'd heard from Sarah—Sunmi had only ever been with Emma's dad. First boyfriend, first marriage.

Now, David devoured Sunmi's body.

He licked and sucked every inch. Under his touch, she gasped, writhed.

His face moved lower—licking her calves, thighs—then pulled down her sexy panties.

She blushed. Her pussy appeared—neat pubic hair, plump, pretty labia, a sweet valley.

"Haa… Hyung."

"Sunmi, your pussy is beautiful."

He stroked her groin with his palm, then brought his face close. His tongue lapped at her slit.

Sunmi jolted. He spread her thighs, tongue diving into her red inner flesh.

He licked, sucked her labia, chewed gently. Sunmi thrashed, moaning.

When his tongue found her clit, she bucked her hips, cries spilling out.

Seeing her wetness drip, David positioned himself. His huge, throbbing cock rubbed against her entrance—then slowly, firmly, he pushed in.

"Hyaak… Hyung!"

"Ugh… Sunmi!"

"You're… too big! Ahh… Slow down!"

More excited by her reaction, David eased in—until his cock sank deep inside.

Sunmi, face flushed, lifted her upper body slightly—staring at his cock buried in her.

"Ah… Hyung…"

"Ugh… Sunmi, your pussy gripping me—it's insane."

"Hyung… Your cock is too big…"

Her walls automatically squeezed, clamped down on his shaft.

He moved slowly, loving her body. Soon, she adjusted—moans escaping as she rocked against him.

Ppajik. Ppajik. Ppajik.

His cock pounded like a train, relentless. Foam gathered at her slit. Wetness dripped. Her pussy stretched wide, almost torn.

For her, it was her first with anyone but her husband.

For David, it was his first with anyone but Sarah since marriage.

He'd never gone to hostess bars. Never had second rounds with prostitutes.

For him, sleeping with another woman—especially someone as beautiful and magnetic as Sunmi—was overwhelming pleasure. Pure excitement.

He plunged into her body, feeling a kind of ecstasy he'd never known. Watching his cock slide in and out of her pussy sent his arousal soaring.

Driven by his relentless thrusts, Sunmi climaxed.

After a brief pause, David entered her again. Her body melted, welcoming him.

Sweat beaded on his back. Sunmi's forehead glistened—strands of hair clinging to her skin, making her look devastatingly sensual.

He changed positions, conquering her. She obeyed, taking every pose he wanted. Their room burned with heat.

Sunmi climaxed a second time—and he matched her peak, erupting hot cum deep inside her. He already knew—she wasn't fertile now.

After a moment, he pulled out. White cum oozed from her pussy. David wiped it gently with tissue.

Sunmi, still breathing hard, curled into his arms. He stroked her back.

"How was it? Was it okay?"

"Hyung… I never knew sex could be like this. I thought I'd die. I've never felt anything like it."

"Really?"

"Yeah… This must be what people mean by 'going to Hong Kong.'"

He understood. Many women go ten years married and never reach climax once.

Time was up. They had to leave.

"Hyung… Honestly… Was I better than Sarah?"

"Yeah. Compared to that thorn at home, you're infinitely better."

"I… I don't know how to face Sarah now. What should I do?"

"What do you mean? Just act normal. From now on, you give yourself to me whenever I ask. Don't think about her. You'll give yourself, won't you?"

"Yeah. If hyung wants me, I'll give myself. That's what lovers do, right?"

David stroked her groin through her skirt.