Chapter 2 — Late Bloomer (Part 1) (2)

After sleeping with Emma Park's mother, David Han found himself even more drawn to her.

Her body was lush, ripe with temptation, and gave him unimaginable pleasure.

Meeting her wasn't difficult. Since she dropped Emma Park off at school in the morning, slipping out during the day posed no real challenge.

Things continued like this until one day, David Han noticed Michael Han's private tutor, Andrew Jung, had stopped coming. When he asked Sarah Han about it, she said the man had quit to focus on writing his thesis.

There must've been something between them, David Han thought.

Meanwhile, as his affair with Emma Park's mother deepened, David Han began paying more attention to his wife. And the more lewd acts he performed, the more Sarah Han revealed her own hidden eroticism.

One afternoon, while the kids were at cram school, David Han suggested they have a drink together. Sarah Han grumbled but prepared some snacks, then sat across from him with a glass in hand.

As he watched her sip her drink, something stirred in David Han. Without warning, he got up, walked over, and pulled her panties down to her ankles.

"Ah—hey! What are you doing? This isn't the bedroom!"

"Haha. Just leave them off for now."

"Honey… sitting here without panties makes me feel so… dirty."

"Oh really? Then go ahead—lift your skirt."

Sarah Han shot him a sharp look, but slowly, deliberately, she gathered her skirt and pushed it up. Her bare lower half was fully exposed—no underwear, nothing.

She seemed to grow warmer just from the sight of herself like that, flushed and uncovered. They were still drinking when the doorbell rang.

"Oh my god. Honey, it's the uncle and aunt from Bundang!"

"What? What are they doing here at this hour?"

He opened the door—and sure enough, his cousin Peter Han and his wife arrived unannounced. Sarah Han hadn't had time to pull her panties back on.

"Oh! Brother, Sister-in-law!"

Cousin Peter Han ran a clinic in Bundang and lived there with his wife. He was well-respected—a model student who'd graduated medical school and built a stable life.

David Han's older brother had moved to Seoul early, while Peter Han stayed behind, excelling in everything. He was handsome, successful, lacking for nothing. His wife, Grace Han, was the picture of a devoted, graceful homemaker.

Peter Han was fifty-one; Grace Han, forty-seven.

They stepped inside, and Sarah Han quickly brought out more drinks and side dishes.

"I've been thinking about moving my clinic to Seoul," Peter Han said. "I came to check out office spaces and housing options nearby. Figured I'd drop by while I was in the area."

"Oh? Really?"

"Yeah. I've visited this neighborhood a few times. It seems like a good place to live. I was actually looking at a house at the foot of the same mountain—about a kilometer from here. My wife wants to settle close by."

"That's great. By the way, Sister-in-law, you look even more beautiful than last time. Your husband must be treating you well."

"Oh hush," Grace Han said, smiling shyly. "My husband loves to tease me. Always making fun of me."

"Haha. Isn't that how it always is with sisters-in-law? You're the easiest target, right, Brother?"

"Haha. True. But not just you—Sarah Han here has become even more radiant too."

At Peter Han's compliment, Sarah Han blushed faintly.

After the couple left, David Han went into the bedroom for a moment. Sarah Han followed.

She bent forward to open the wardrobe, and as David Han absentmindedly watched, he saw drops of liquid falling from her crotch onto the floor.

He stood up and touched her between the legs.

"Huh? You're completely soaked—water's dripping down?"

Sarah Han turned red and glared at him.

"This is all your fault! You made me sit there with no panties!"

"Haha. What's the big deal?"

"You have any idea how embarrassing that was—sitting like that in front of my brother-in-law?"

She grabbed her panties and stormed into the bathroom—but though she complained, there was no denying the truth: being exposed in front of her brother-in-law had excited her deeply.

David Han had been meeting Emma Park's mother about twice a week.

They couldn't meet around the neighborhood—too many eyes—and evenings were impossible with Emma Park's father at home. So they usually met during the day, outside.

Today, shortly after lunch, he met Emma Park's mother and slipped with her into a hotel tucked in a back alley.

Slim yet curvaceous, her body writhed as she moved. Sun-mi, Emma Park's mother, arched her back, veins bulging along her neck as she stared at the ceiling and let out a long, guttural moan—