Chapter 1 — Midday Affair - Part 1 (1)

Jenny Kim let out a soft sigh—huff—as another unchanging day began.

Wake up at six. See her husband off. Laundry, cleaning. After lunch, a bit of napping while watching the daytime variety shows.

In the evening, head to the market to prepare dinner, waiting for her husband's return.

The same routine. The same dullness. After finishing her cleaning just before lunch, Jenny Kim sighed again, suddenly reflecting on her life so far.

She'd married at twenty-two, defying her father's wishes—a love escape, really. Five years had already passed.

They still didn't have children. Lately, she felt as though she'd been living without thought or purpose.

Last year, they finally bought a modest apartment in a housing complex. That was when she quit her job to focus entirely on housework.

It wasn't that she particularly wanted to stop working. Her conservative husband simply preferred his wife at home, waiting for him every day when he returned from work.

And she had accepted that—too easily. That was her mistake.

The same routine. The same dullness.

For Jenny Kim, who until last year had managed both career and household with energy and balance, being cooped up all day repeating the same tasks had become unbearable.

“Ah… I want something stimulating… something intense enough to shatter this boring life…”

Lately, that was all she could think about. The variety shows she watched daily, the women's weekly magazines she occasionally bought—all flooded her with stories of married women leading sexually reckless lives.

It wasn't that she was unsatisfied with her husband. He responded when she asked. Sometimes, he even initiated.

Still, after five years of marriage, hadn't their nights grown stale? A little mechanical? Yet compared to other couples her age, she considered their sex life fairly fulfilling.

But it wasn't about fulfillment. It was the monotony she couldn't stand—the numbness of her days feeding an ever-growing hunger for sensation. And not just any sensation… the wrong kind.

At twenty-seven, she was in the full bloom of her womanhood. No matter how much desire she satisfied, it was never enough.

During the quiet lunch hours, alone in the house, she often slipped into masturbation. She'd even secretly bought adult toys.

What would her husband say if he found out? But the secrecy itself brought an unbearable thrill.

Sometimes, she'd deliberately start pleasuring herself just minutes before his expected return, savoring the danger.

“I'm just another depraved married woman.”

Lately, that thought no longer frightened her. Instead, it looped through her mind like a mantra: I'm a lewd wife… anything goes… I'm just an animal craving filthy thrills…

There was still a little time before preparing lunch. Since she was eating alone, it didn't matter much.

Lying on the sofa, blankly watching TV, Jenny Kim realized her body was growing hot—flushed, tingling.

As soon as the thought arose, her body demanded action. She couldn't resist.

With a faint sense of guilt, she slowly reached into her pencil case and pulled out the vibrator hidden deep inside.

She'd ordered it online under her husband's name.

If he ever found out, he'd be furious.

She lay down on the bed in the bedroom. Hesitantly, she lifted her skirt. Her fingers trembled slightly as they brushed over her panties, caressing her mound.

“Aah… I'm already wet…”

Her panties bore a telltale damp spot.

“And I haven't even done anything yet…”

Even though she was completely alone, she blushed deeply—overcome by sudden shame. That very shame only intensified the heat in her body.

Slowly, she peeled off her panties. She bent her knees, gently running her hands along her thighs. The touch sent ripples of sensation straight to her most sensitive spot.

Just stroking her thighs made her feel as though someone were touching her deep inside. Had she always been this sensitive?

Her fingers teasingly bypassed her slit, gliding upward to stroke the patch of curls above. She cupped the area slowly, feeling the warmth of her own palm seep into her skin.

Something strange. Hesitant, she touched the swollen petals beneath.

“Mmm…”

Pleasure spread through her entire body. She could already feel the slick, sticky wetness. Anticipating sharper thrills, she guided her fingers lower.

“Aa… like this…”

Her arousal had already overflowed from her tiny honey pot, trickling down toward her buttocks.

She coated her fingers with her own juices and began circling her anus.

“Aaah! Mmmnnn…”

A moan slipped out before she could stop it. But Jenny Kim was already lost—plunged deep into a world of lewd pleasure, far removed from reality.

She didn't even realize she was making sounds.

“Haa… aang!… Ah… hah!”

Her fingers moved faster.

“S-stop…”

She had fallen completely into the dark abyss of pleasure. Dazed, she opened her eyes and reached for the vibrator beside her pillow.

She switched it on. A low hum filled the room.

She pressed the thick, glossy black tip against her glistening, hypersensitive lips.

“Mnnn!… Aaahn…”

She teased the folds with the vibrating tip.

“Hah… haah…”

She guided it upward, searching for the most sensitive nub. When she found it—her clitoris—her whole body jolted.

Unconsciously, her legs stretched straight, tensing. With her other hand, she gently pulled back the hood covering her clit.

Her engorged bud emerged. She held the buzzing tip against it, motionless.

“Kyaaa…!”

The sensation was too intense. Yet it felt incredible. Then she shifted downward, pressing the tip against her dripping entrance.

She barely touched it—yet half the smooth head sank in effortlessly.

The vibration pulsing through the buried tip felt exquisite. She paused, leaving only the tip inside, savoring the ache of anticipation.

“Hah… faster… deeper… aaaaa…”

Unable to resist the rising wave of pleasure, she slowly pushed it deeper. Her soaked passage offered no resistance, swallowing the toy completely.

A cold, metallic sensation radiated from deep within. Her entire body quivered in response to the mechanical, rhythmic vibrations. Her thighs trembled violently.

“Aaah, more… d-don't stop…”

The fuse of pleasure had been lit. The intervals between waves grew shorter. Splash, splash! Her breasts bounced wildly.

Boldly, she began thrusting the vibrator in and out. Each movement produced soft, squelching sounds—filthy, obscene.

Her hand moved faster, more desperately. Her mind turned blank, white. She saw nothing. Her legs flailed uncontrollably.

“Haah! Stop! I'm coming! Stop…! I-I'm… haaaaa…!”

Just as her body prepared to explode in climax—
Dong… dong… A faint sound reached her ears.

Instantly, her hand froze. Her mind was still foggy. (Did I hear something?) Her pleasure-drenched brain struggled to return to reality.

Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

This time, the doorbell rang clearly. Jenny Kim jolted upright in shock.

Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

“Hello? Delivery!”

She blinked, dazed, then snapped back to reality.

“Y-yes…”

She shook her head, clearing the haze. Quickly, she pulled on her panties and skirt. (Tch. Who comes at a time like this? Just a little later and…)

Sweat dotted her forehead. She wiped it with a towel, hastily tidied herself, and walked toward the front door with nervous steps.

As she walked, she could still feel the dampness between her legs. Peering through the peephole, she saw a delivery man holding a package.

She slowly opened the door. Then a sudden fear struck her. (D-did he hear me? Could he have heard my voice?) Her face flushed slightly.

“Hi there. I've got a delivery for you.”

The young man spoke. She studied his face carefully. He looked about twenty—probably a student working part-time during summer break. He had a rather cute face. He didn't seem to have heard anything.

“Oh, thank you. You must be tired.”

Relieved, she took the package. It was a summer greeting gift from her parents' home. Looking at the delivery man again, she noticed he was drenched in sweat.

Of course—he must have run all the way up four flights to her apartment. (Sorry… this building doesn't even have an elevator…) Heat radiated from his young, athletic body.

His sleeves were rolled up, revealing muscular arms. For a brief moment, she felt intoxicated by the warmth emanating from him. A wicked thought flickered through her mind.

“Wait a second. I'll get my stamp. Ah, it's so hot out there—come inside the entryway.”

Jenny Kim spoke with a slightly odd glint in her eye. Playful, yes—but unmistakably, the gaze of a predator spotting its prey.