Chapter 1 — Married Women Are Hot Even in Daylight ...1

The university I attended was a small comprehensive college tucked away in a provincial backwater. Transportation was poor, there was nothing to do, and the place always felt like a suffocating box.

Most students had given up on studying altogether. Come weekends, everyone fled like fugitives to Seoul, and on weekdays, they drowned themselves in alcohol the moment classes ended. I was no different. My grades were terrible, and by my second year, I still hadn't set foot in the dorms—instead, I kept bouncing from one cheap boarding house to another.

The current place I was staying at was run by a young married couple. The landlady, the married woman Sarah Lee, wasn't even thirty yet—still very much a young woman.

They had no children, and their house, with four empty rooms, felt far too spacious for just the two of them. Like many families near campus, they took in students to make extra money.

That night, I came back to the boarding house drunk, as usual. But I was so wasted I couldn't find my keys, and eventually, I had no choice but to ring the doorbell.

It was around one in the morning. Sarah Lee answered the door wearing nothing but a thin white slip. The moment I saw her, my drunken haze cleared instantly.

Her full, round breasts were clearly visible through the flimsy fabric, and below, her thick, plump thighs were completely exposed. She must have rushed out in a hurry, barely having time to throw something on.

As I staggered through the doorway, she quickly reached out to steady me. My arm brushed against her chest, and even through the alcohol, I felt the soft, yielding warmth of her breasts.

Worried her husband might wake up, she supported me all the way to my room.

But the moment I stepped inside, nausea hit me hard, and I bolted for the bathroom.

I heaved violently over the toilet, and before I knew it, she was right behind me, closing the door and gently patting my back.

“James, student, what made you drink so much this time? Oh dear, you'll wake my husband… He has to leave for work early tomorrow.”

“A… the married woman, I'm really sorry. I'm fine now—please, go back.”

But she stayed beside me, rubbing my back until I stopped retching. A sweet, milky scent—like a baby's skin—drifted from her body.

Seeing her like this—disheveled, in just a slip—so unlike her usual composed self, something inside me stirred. A sudden, fierce arousal surged through me. I knew if I stayed any longer, I might do something reckless, so I tried to stand and leave.

But in that instant, the bulge in my pants—hard and unmistakable—caught her eye. As I rose, her gaze involuntarily dropped to my crotch. Her face flushed deep red.

I hurried out of the bathroom and into my room, collapsing into a deep, drunken sleep that lasted until morning.

When I woke up, my head throbbed with a hangover, but the image of Sarah Lee's sensual figure burned vividly in my mind.

All through class, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Sure, the campus was full of young, pretty girls, but compared to Sarah Lee's ripe, mature body, they seemed immature—underdeveloped, like unripe fruit.

I felt like a terrible person for thinking this way. After all, the married woman Sarah Lee and her husband were genuinely kind people. They'd been married four years, still deeply in love, and though they had no children, they seemed perfectly happy. They'd always treated me with warmth, concerned about my struggles as a student far from home.

Sarah herself was quiet and reserved—never someone I felt close to. But her husband was cheerful and friendly, sometimes sharing drinks or playing Go with me at home.

I still had a few classes left, but my stomach was unsettled, and after the first lecture ended, I just walked out. Hungry and having skipped breakfast, I headed straight to a hangover soup restaurant.

A warm bowl of blood soup settled my stomach, and I lingered at the restaurant, watching TV and killing time. I had no desire to return to class—instead, I decided to go back to my room and rest.

When I arrived at the boarding house, it was still midday. The front door was locked. Good. Sarah Lee must have gone out.

If I'd run into her, I'd probably feel awkward again. I used the key I'd finally found last night to let myself in.

The house was quiet, empty. Thirsty, I walked through the living room toward the kitchen. I pulled a bottle of barley tea from the fridge, poured a glass, and gulped it down.

Nothing beats cold barley tea when you're hungover.

Then, suddenly, I heard a strange noise from the direction of the master bedroom. A human sound. I listened closely—it wasn't conversation. It was moaning.

I set the bottle and glass quietly on the table and crept forward on tiptoe, inching toward the bedroom door.

That room belonged to the couple. Her husband worked, so he couldn't possibly be home.

Yet there was definitely someone inside.

I pressed my ear gently against the wooden door. Yes—there was sound. What kind? Even a fool would recognize it.

It was a woman's moaning. Intermittent, but unmistakable. And then, a man's rough groan.

Someone was having sex in there. What the hell was going on?

I swallowed hard, focusing on the sounds. The woman's cries—I couldn't believe they belonged to Sarah Lee. But if not her, then who?

Then I heard the man mutter something. It wasn't her husband's voice.

I was baffled. When the man stopped, a woman's voice answered. Sarah Lee's voice.

Then her moaning began in earnest.

Just from the sounds, I could tell they were deep in passionate sex. Her short, rhythmic cries continued without pause, growing louder. Matching them, the man's heavy, panting breaths filled the silence.

I couldn't believe it. The quiet, reserved Sarah Lee—was she really having sex with another man? Impossible.

Without thinking, I placed my hand on the doorknob. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to see.

I turned it gently—and the door opened.

It hadn't been locked.

I turned the knob fully and cracked the door open just a sliver. Through the gap, I saw everything.

Two naked bodies entangled on the bed. They were so absorbed in sex they didn't notice the door had opened. Then again, in that state, they probably wouldn't have noticed a bomb going off.

The room was dim, curtains drawn, but I could clearly see the woman beneath the man was Sarah Lee.

And the man thrusting into her—pumping his hips wildly—was definitely not her husband.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. His hard, rigid cock plunged in and out of her crotch without pause. Her body rocked like waves with each thrust. Her breathless moans sent shivers through my entire body.

In an instant, my own cock stiffened completely. I'd spent all day thinking about her—and now I was watching her have sex with another man? What kind of twisted fate was this?

If I stayed any longer, I'd lose control. I quietly closed the door and tiptoed back through the living room, slipping outside. I locked the front door with my key, then pressed the doorbell.

Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

The chime rang loudly through the house. I waited a moment, then pressed it again, repeatedly. Unbelievable. Sarah Lee was having sex with another man in broad daylight.

I remembered her sensual body from last night. And just now—her writhing on the bed, moaning in ecstasy.

I felt angry. Or maybe it was jealousy.

Either way, I was intensely aroused. I kept my finger on the bell, pressing it over and over, almost compulsively. The two on the bed must be scrambling in panic by now.

But who the hell was that guy? How could someone like him end up on top of such a reserved woman?

A moment later, a voice came from inside. “Who is it?”

“Oh—the married woman, you're home? I was worried no one was here. I still haven't found my key, you see.”

“Oh my, James? What are you doing here at this hour? Isn't today a busy class day?”

She knew my schedule roughly—meals, wake times, things like that.

“I drank too much last night. I'm not feeling well. Please open the door.”

Finally, she opened it. I stepped in quickly.

She was dressed, but her face was flushed, her hair slightly messy. She must have come out before finishing.

She wore the loose, long dress she usually wore at home. The thought of lifting that skirt and seeing her wet, glistening slit made my blood rush to my head.

Where had the man hidden?

He couldn't be in the bedroom—if the doorbell rang and it was her husband, that'd be a disaster. He must have been given time to escape. I couldn't let them collide—things would get messy.

I muttered to myself, loud enough for her to hear: “I'm tired. I need a shower.”

Then I headed straight to the bathroom. I stripped and turned the shower on full blast, making as much noise as possible.

Surely she wouldn't try to have sex with that man while I was here.

I left the shower running and pressed my ear tightly against the bathroom door.

Just as I thought—something moved quickly outside.

The man was fleeing.

Only then did I relax and take a slow, leisurely shower.

When I stepped out, I saw Sarah Lee in the kitchen. She stood by the table, staring at me with wide eyes.

I acted oblivious and asked if something was wrong.

Her expression was stiff—something was off.

Then she said, “I cleaned the table after lunch. There was definitely nothing on it.”

Only then did I notice—the bottle and glass I'd left behind were sitting right there on the table.

“James, you came in and went straight to the bathroom. How did these end up here?”

“Hmm… Maybe a stranger came in?”

I smiled, as if I knew everything.

“What? Wh-what are you saying?”

Seeing her panic, I sensed an opportunity. I had the upper hand. I decided to push harder.

I stepped toward her, staring directly into her eyes.

She took a small step back—but behind her was the sink. She hit it with a soft thud, trapped.

“The married woman, why are you like this? Got something to hide? something her husband shouldn't find out about?”

“No, what are you—”

I closed the distance until our bodies touched.

“Y-Yongsik, what are you doing now?”

She stared at me, frozen like a mouse before a cat. Her breath came fast, shallow.

Seeing her so terrified, I felt a surge of confidence. I could do anything to her now.

I leaned in, my face inches from hers.

“Heh heh. The married woman, want me to tell you what just happened in the bedroom?”

She let out a soft cry, as if it were all over, and closed her eyes.

I reached down, grabbed the hem of her dress, and slid my hand beneath. She slapped my hand away.

“What do you think you're doing!”

I grabbed her wrist roughly.

“Stay still. I just need to check something.”

I shoved my hand back under her dress, sliding it up her smooth thigh. I pressed my palm against her crotch.

My fingers sank into warm, slick flesh.

She wasn't wearing panties.

Of course not—she'd been in the middle of sex, rushed out. No time to dress properly.

I kept my hand inside her dress, stroking her wet slit. A short moan escaped her lips.

“The married woman, look at this. So wet and slippery—doesn't it feel like something was just inside here?”

“Hah… James… don't… please…”

She said no, but as my hand kept moving, she tilted her head back and moaned. More wetness seeped out, soaking my palm, dripping down to my wrist.

“The married woman, tell me—should I tell her husband what happened? Or… should I keep quiet?”

“Ah, James… p-please… don't tell him…”

“Maybe. But silence doesn't come free, you know?”

“T-then what should I…”

I pushed my middle finger into her folds. It slid deep into her hole with a soft suck.

“Ahh…” She moaned long and low.

“First, let's finish what was started. I'll help you. But isn't this what you really want?”

I twisted my finger inside her, rubbing gently. She gripped the sink tightly with both hands. Her face was already burning with lust.

Of course—she hadn't finished with that man. How could she not crave release?

With her eyes closed, moaning softly, Sarah Lee finally spoke.

“…Alright. James. I'll do whatever you say. Let's go to the room.”

“What? Right here is fine.”

I grabbed her dress from below and yanked it up over her head. “Kyah!” she shrieked.

She tried to cover herself with her arms, resisting slightly, but when I pulled again, she let go and let the dress fall.

She wasn't wearing panties—or even a bra.

In an instant, her naked body stood before me.

One hand barely covered her nipples. Her breasts were full, heavy. The other hand covered her triangle. Her waist curved softly into thick, round hips and full thighs.

Completely different from a slim, girlish body—this was ripe, mature, lush.

Slowly, I pulled her into my arms. She turned her head slightly, embarrassed, but didn't resist.

I ran my hands down her back, slowly lower.

When I reached her round, plump ass, I gripped it hard with both hands. It was firm yet massive.

“Ahh…” She moaned softly, pressing herself against me.

I massaged her ass and kissed her face. At first, she turned her head away, but soon she accepted my lips. I licked her neck, and she tilted her head back, breathing hotly.

I cradled her head and pressed my mouth to hers. Her lips were soft, tender. I pushed my tongue deep inside. She opened her mouth and welcomed me. It was an intense, deep kiss.

Her arms tightened around me. I could feel her body heating up. I unfastened my belt with one hand and pulled down my pants.

As if waiting, her hand slipped into my underwear and grabbed my cock.

“Hah!” I gasped.

Her hand tightly squeezed my hard, swollen shaft.

It throbbed, growing even stiffer. She began moving her hand slowly back and forth.

I didn't expect her to be so bold. But once a woman like her ignites, she burns fiercely.

No wonder she'd brought a man into her home, naked in the master bedroom in broad daylight—even while known as the perfect, loving wife.

Women's desires were truly incomprehensible.

While she stroked me, I took off my shirt. Then she yanked my underwear down completely.

Now, naked, we clung to each other, kissing deeply.

Just an hour ago, this was unimaginable.

Sarah Lee—quiet, reserved, never chatty like other landladies—now naked in my arms.

As we kissed, my rock-hard cock poked insistently against her bare body. She could take it no longer. She grabbed my cock again, firmly, and said, “Let's go to the room.”

Then she turned and walked ahead. I followed, my cock in her hand, like a colt on a leash, pulled toward the bedroom.

Inside, I closed and locked the door—just in case. Even then, she still held my cock tightly, as if it were a precious treasure.

I grabbed her and fell onto the bed with her. “Kyaa!” she cried.

Lying her down, I stood and grabbed her legs, one in each hand, spreading them wide.

Her thighs split open, revealing her glistening slit beneath thick, dark curls.

“Huh… I never thought I'd see Sarah Lee spread wide like this in front of me.”

She covered her face with both hands, embarrassed.

“Mmm… James… don't tease me. Just… hurry…”

She'd always been so shy. I wanted to tease her a little.

“Hurry what? What do you want me to do?”

“Ah… don't tease me…”

“Say it. Otherwise, I won't move a muscle.”

She reached out, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled me close.

“James… put it in… please… put it in now…”

No more holding back. With her arms around me, begging in a sticky, desperate voice, my cock throbbed so hard I thought it might burst.