Chapter 1 — My Senior's Wife

"Hello."

"Oh, hello, Emma. You're here? Please, take a seat over here."

"Yes."

"You're still in a lot of pain, I see."

"Yes. I've been using patches, but it's not healing well."

"Patches alone won't do much. You came at the right time. Just wait a moment—my last client will be done soon."

"Okay."

"Would you like some tea?"

"Yes, thank you. That would be nice."

David Kang gently supported Emma Han, who was barely able to walk while clutching her lower back, and helped her sit down. He then went straight to the break room, poured a cup of coffee, and handed it to her.

He sat across from her, watching as she sipped the coffee.

She was beautiful—just as he remembered.

From the very first time he saw her at his senior's wedding, she had stirred something strange inside him.

Even knowing she was his senior's wife, he couldn't stop himself from being drawn to her.

Cute, charming, yet undeniably sexy—she was exactly the kind of woman any man might secretly desire.

Last weekend, James Park had called him. His wife had injured her back badly—could sports massage help? Without hesitation, David Kang said yes. And so, she was here now.

She had come straight from work, still dressed neatly in a tailored two-piece suit that radiated the elegance of a career woman. It made his heart race for no good reason.

Her legs, clad in coffee-colored stockings beneath a black pencil skirt, were long and smooth—so perfectly shaped that he had to fight the urge to reach out and touch them.

Despite being married for three years, she didn't look like a typical housewife at all. She still carried herself like a young professional.

Every time David Kang looked at her, he couldn't help comparing her to his own wife at home—whose body had already begun to sag. Jealousy flared in him whenever he thought of James Park.

The mere idea that he would soon touch her with his own hands sent a thrill through his chest.

As they exchanged small talk, the client in the massage room finally stepped out.

After the man paid and left, David Kang dismissed his employee for the day and guided Emma Han toward the changing room.

"Okay."

Emma Han followed his lead, stepping into the changing room. She removed her clothes, hung them in the locker, and pulled on a single thin gown.

Though she'd come for treatment, the thought of standing before her husband's junior colleague in nothing but this flimsy robe made her uneasy.

Worse, the gown only fastened at the front with a delicate tie—barely covering anything at all.

But it was too late to back out now.

Hesitating for just a moment, she finally opened the door and stepped out.

The sight of her in a pink gown sent David Kang's heartbeat racing faster than before.

While she changed, he had quietly locked the front entrance—no interruptions tonight. He didn't want anyone disturbing what was about to happen.

Now, watching her stand there with her head slightly lowered in shyness, he imagined untying the sash at her waist and revealing her naked body.

He wondered what kind of underwear she wore—what her skin would feel like under his hands.

But he couldn't just fantasize forever.

"Lie face down on the table."

"Okay."

He helped her onto the massage bed, and she obediently lay flat on her stomach. The bed had a hole cut out for her face, allowing her to rest her head without turning.

As she buried her face into the cushion, David Kang stepped closer, swallowing hard.

This was it—the moment he could finally touch her.

And now, under the pretense of therapy, he could let his hands wander freely—every move justified.

His body trembled. Hot, ragged breaths escaped his mouth and nose.

Emma Han was tense too. The idea of another man's hands on her body—someone other than her husband—was unimaginable.

"I'll start now. Relax your body. Even though it's your back, I need to massage your entire spine, so it might take a while. Just think of it as treatment—stay calm."

"Okay."

Her voice was soft, trembling. She bit her lip.

David Kang reached out and gently placed his hands on her shoulders.

She flinched—startled by the contact. Of course. A man's touch wasn't something she was used to.

His heavy palms sent chills down her spine.

Yet despite their weight, his hands moved with surprising gentleness, kneading the tight muscles beneath her skin.

As his fingers worked away her fatigue, her tension began to melt—faster than she expected.

Even the wall she'd built around herself started to crumble.

It felt strangely intoxicating. Her whole body was already growing languid, and he hadn't even gone past her shoulders.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes."

She answered softly, cheeks flushing for no clear reason. To admit how good it felt—even under the guise of treatment—felt embarrassingly intimate.

His hands slowly slid down her back, and as they traveled lower, her breath hitched again—this time with a deeper, more sensual awareness.

Her body, which she thought responded only to her husband, was reacting to this stranger's touch.

Emma Han felt a pang of guilt—but she couldn't deny how quickly she was growing accustomed to his touch.

The slow, dreamy pleasure she'd never felt even with her husband began to warm her body from within.

Though she couldn't show it, she found herself quietly enjoying the sensation.

When his hands reached her lower back, he pressed firmly on the sore spot—and a soft moan slipped from her lips.

"Hnnn…"

David Kang's excitement spiked. That sound—it was too close to a moan during sex.

He savored the softness of her skin beneath his palms as he massaged her lower back, and Emma Han grew hotter with every stroke.

The strong, masculine touch overwhelmed her senses. Even the most proper woman couldn't stay composed under such attention.

Emma Han became aware of a damp warmth spreading between her legs.

Oh my… Why am I like this?

She didn't understand why her body was responding this way. But it was pure instinct—beyond control.

Her face burned with shame, but she couldn't stop it. She could only surrender to the strange, thrilling sensation coursing through her.

As he continued massaging her back, David Kang's eyes drifted downward—toward her thighs, exposed beneath the short pink gown.

Her pale, creamy skin glistened under the dim light. The gown barely covered her upper thighs, leaving little to the imagination.

If he wanted, he could easily glimpse the panties hiding between her legs.

David Kang lowered his hands further, now massaging both her lower back and the top of her buttocks at once.

When his fingers brushed against her ass, she reflexively tensed her legs, and her soft flesh firmed up.

"Relax. If you keep tightening up, it makes it harder for me."

"Y-yes. S-sorry. I didn't mean to."

"Just relax. This is just a massage—don't overthink it."

"Okay."

She nodded, but the sensation of his hands creeping lower made her increasingly self-conscious.

Yet by saying those words, David Kang had given himself permission to go further.

Now, any touch could be explained away as part of the treatment.

And since she accepted it, he no longer held back.

Taking a deep breath, his face flushed with arousal, David Kang placed both hands firmly on her buttocks.

Her muscles tensed again—but as he began kneading the soft flesh, she reluctantly relaxed.

Oh god… What am I doing? I don't know anymore.

Emma Han blushed deeply, helpless in the situation.

Thankfully, her face was hidden in the hole of the massage table—her red cheeks unseen.

But it was like a chicken hiding its head while the rest of its body remained fully visible.

His hands were roaming freely over her ass.

It felt so foreign, so new—yet her body burned hotter with each passing second.

Her panties were already soaked—damp with arousal.

She kept telling herself it was just a massage, trying to calm her mind.

But the wet, throbbing sensation between her legs refused to fade.

David Kang cupped both cheeks of her ass with his palms, pressing firmly as he slowly rotated outward in circles.

With each motion, her ass crack parted and closed—over and over—humiliating her.

Each time her buttocks spread, her anus briefly opened and closed as well.

It was mortifying.

Even if her husband did this, she'd feel uncomfortable.

But now, it was her husband's junior—the man touching her, making her most private parts open unconsciously.

Unconsciously, she gripped the edge of the sheet, clenched her fists, and began trembling.

David Kang noticed.

He couldn't see it directly, but imagining how his movements were causing both her anus and pussy to open sent his already rock-hard cock swelling even larger.

Fully aroused, his hands grew stronger—no longer gentle. His movements became bold, almost obscene as he groped her ass.

His thumbs skillfully slipped into the crevice between her buttocks.

As his thumbs edged closer to her anus, Emma Han trembled but offered no resistance.

When the tip of his thumb touched her anal opening, she gasped and clamped her buttocks shut.

But David Kang didn't pull away. He waited—patiently—for her to relax.

Eventually, she had no choice but to release the tension.

The moment she did, he pressed his thumbs harder, deliberately spreading her ass wide open.

Instantly, her labia—hidden beneath her panties—parted along with her ass, and a rush of cool air touched her sensitive inner folds.

Emma Han convulsed, her legs shaking violently.

She resented him for being so brazen—so openly stimulating her most intimate place.

Yet she couldn't speak. Couldn't move. Could only tremble.

His fingers kept moving—spreading her, closing her, spreading her again.

More and more slick arousal seeped from her pussy, soaking her panties.

He was shamelessly, cruelly teasing her.

Tense and rigid at first, Emma Han gradually grew drowsy from the relentless stimulation.

The feeling of a stranger's hands prying open her ass was alien, chilling—yet an undeniable thrill surged through her.

Her soaked panties clung heavily to her skin. The wetness only made her more nervous, more ashamed.

"Is your back still hurting?"

"Huh?"

Startled by the sudden question, she answered weakly—her shaky voice betraying her state.

"Your back," he repeated.

"Oh… y-yes. It still hurts."

"Hmm. Then I'll apply some ointment. Is that okay?"

"Y-yes. O-okay."

"But I'll need to lift your gown. Is that alright?"

"My… gown?"

"Yes. I have to apply it directly to your back. Wait a sec—I'll get the medicine."

Before she could respond, he walked away and returned moments later.

He wasn't giving her a chance to refuse.

"Can you untie the front string for me?"

She froze—unable to answer.

"Come on, Emma."

At his casual urging, she reluctantly turned slightly and loosened the tie.

Then she lay back down, face buried in the cushion.

It was a moment of intense anxiety.

She pulled her legs tightly together—afraid he might see her soaked panties.

While she lay there, holding her breath, David Kang boldly began stripping off his own clothes.

It was a reckless act—as if he'd already decided to take her.

But Emma Han, face-down and unaware, had no idea what he was doing. It was beyond anything she could imagine.

Soon, completely naked, David Kang stood beside the bed—his erect cock proudly jutting out, swollen and ready.

Just being next to her, naked, while she remained oblivious—sent waves of insane excitement through him.

He wondered what expression she'd make when she finally saw it.

Imagining her shock, he carefully grasped the hem of her gown and slowly began pulling it upward.

As the fabric rose, Emma Han clenched her fists beneath her chest, bracing herself.

The thought of exposing her lower body—wearing only soaked panties—to another man made her tremble.

She was anxious. Nervous.

It was embarrassing enough to be seen like this—but worse, her panties were drenched with arousal.

David Kang tugged the gown higher, lifting it past the front tie she'd undone.

Now, from her bra straps down, her bare skin was fully exposed.

Emma Han imagined him staring at her nearly naked body—wearing only a bra and panties—and her face burned red.

David Kang gazed down at her backside with hungry eyes, devouring every inch of her exposed flesh.

She had flawless, delicate skin.

Her body trembled visibly—David Kang could see it clearly.

He wondered what thoughts raced through her mind.

"I'm going to apply the medicine now—don't be startled."

"O-okay."

Her voice shook as much as her body.

"To reach the sore area, I'll need to pull your panties down a little. Is that okay?"

Emma Han's heart dropped. But she couldn't speak.

Without waiting for an answer, David Kang hooked his index and thumb fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to the middle of her ass.

She tensed instantly.

Her buttocks were firm, bouncy—perfectly round.

Like twin moons, they quivered under his gaze.

He squeezed some anti-inflammatory cream into his palm and warmed it between his hands. Then he began applying it to her lower back, massaging slowly.

As his hands moved over her back and ass, Emma Han trembled harder, breathing rapidly.

Was it the medicine? Or the heat of his touch?

It didn't matter. What mattered was that his hands were caressing her ass—deliberately.

His fingers traced her hips, circling lower, pushing her panties further down.

She knew exactly what he was doing.

But she couldn't stop him. Could only tremble in helpless confusion.

Gradually, her panties slipped below her ass. Now her bare buttocks were fully exposed.

Emma Han squeezed her legs together tightly, trying to hide the cleft between her cheeks.

But David Kang, now touching her bare ass, was electrified.

His cock throbbed violently, straining upward.

His hands were no longer massaging—they were caressing.

He leaned forward, peering beneath the fallen fabric.

Just as he suspected—her panties, where they pressed against her pussy, were soaked.

A clear, wet stain marked the fabric.

Seeing proof she was already aroused made him bolder.

He couldn't hesitate any longer.

His cock felt like it would burst. The overwhelming excitement threatened to consume him.

Finally, he grabbed her panties and yanked them down forcefully.

Startled, Emma Han shot upright and instinctively reached down with both hands to grab them.

But before her fingers could close around the fabric, her panties slipped past her ankles and fell away.

What happened next made it even worse.

Kneeling on the floor, arms stretched toward her feet, her center shifted forward—causing her upper body to collapse facedown onto the floor.

Her ass lifted high into the air—an unintentionally provocative pose.

It looked like she was offering herself to him.

Emma Han realized her position immediately and tried to flip onto her stomach.

But David Kang was faster.

Before she could move, he grabbed her ass and pulled her toward him—then buried his face between her buttocks.

"Suck… No! What are you doing? Let go!"

Shocked, she struggled to push him away—but he held her lower body firmly. She couldn't break free.

David Kang wrapped one arm around each of her thighs and spread them wide apart.

Powerless, Emma Han's legs were forced open.

As her thighs parted, her ass crack opened fully—and David Kang thrust his tongue forward, licking her pussy.

Instantly, Emma Han felt all strength drain from her body.

Ever since he started spreading her, she'd been slipping into a sensual trance. Now, with his hot tongue stroking her sensitive folds, her entire body went numb—paralyzed.

"Haa… haa… David Kang… we shouldn't… please…"

She spoke in a trembling voice, propped on her elbows.

But her words of protest contrasted sharply with her motionless body—submitting completely.

Her arms wobbled, then gave out. She collapsed fully onto the floor, chest down.

Her ass remained high in the air, her back arched like a bow.

An intensely erotic posture.

Seeing she no longer resisted, David Kang released her legs and used both hands to spread her ass wide open.

Now his tongue could move freely between her exposed folds.

As he licked roughly—up and down her labia and inner walls—more slick arousal gushed from her pussy.

Moans spilled from her lips.

"Haa… haa… huuunn… please… stop… hnnn… hnnn… David Kang… haa… what should I do… hnnn…"

She burned with unfamiliar pleasure—rising fast.

David Kang devoured her pussy like a man possessed.

Her soaked folds clung wetly to his tongue.

He lapped up every drop of her arousal—drinking it greedily, reveling in his excitement.

"Haa… haa… David Kang… hnnn… what should I do… please… hnnn… hnnn…"

She was no longer the composed, dignified woman.

Completely lost in passion, Emma Han forgot her guilt toward her husband—surrendering entirely to his oral assault.

After several long minutes, David Kang lifted his head and stared between her spread ass cheeks.

Her labia, parted like flower petals by his tongue, revealed a tiny, shy opening.

Clear arousal dripped like spring water from within.

David Kang rubbed her wet slit with his palm, then slowly pushed one finger into her pussy.

"Hiii… Haa… no…"

She groaned weakly, gripping the thin sheet beneath her.

Yet even as he no longer held her, she kept her ass raised—offering herself.

It was clear consent.

David Kang stared at her finger-filled pussy, breathing heavily.

He twisted his finger deep inside—spinning slowly.

Emma Han twitched violently, letting out a louder moan.

"Huuuunn… hnnn… hnnn… stop… please… hnnn…"

Her desperate moans only excited him more.

Without hesitation, he pushed in a second finger.

Now two fingers filled her tight passage. Emma Han trembled, moaning hoarsely.

As his fingers pistoned in and out, stimulating her walls, she unconsciously spread her legs wider—welcoming them deeper.

Slick, squelching sounds echoed with every movement.

Each time his fingers pulled out, thick arousal gushed after them.

David Kang alternated his gaze between her glistening pussy—clinging to his fingers—and her twitching anus, exposed between her ass cheeks. His face twisted with arousal.

He ruthlessly fucked her with two fingers—deeper, faster.

The more he violated her, the deeper she sank into euphoric pleasure.

Only after a long while did he withdraw his fingers.

He gently pushed her forward, then climbed onto the bed behind her, kneeling on the floor.

One hand gripped his cock, guiding the swollen head to her dripping entrance.

When the tip touched her pussy, Emma Han tensed—knowing there was no turning back.

Without hesitation, David Kang thrust forward—pushing his cock inside.

Soaked with arousal, her pussy welcomed him easily.

The sensation was far more intense than anything before.

His thick, hard shaft filled her completely—flooding her with overwhelming pleasure.

Indeed, nothing compared to a man's cock when it came to true stimulation.

Once fully buried, David Kang gripped her waist and slowly began rocking his hips—starting a steady piston motion.

His heavy cock slid smoothly inside her, and her channel responded—gushing more arousal.

Thick, slippery fluids quickly coated his shaft.

Thanks to her natural lubrication, he could ravage her freely.

Each time his body slammed into her ass, her flesh jiggled—producing dull, meaty slaps.

"Hah… hah… hah… Emma Han… haa… haa… I never knew your pussy was this delicious… hah… hah… I'm going crazy… hah… hah… I'll cum inside you. I'll fill you with my hot seed."

He growled filthy words, pounding into her harder.

As his cock sped up, rubbing against her sensitive walls, waves of pleasure radiated through her entire body.

It felt like all her stress was melting away.

Though she'd taken many men's cocks over the years as another man's wife, her pussy was far from disappointing.

The tight grip around his shaft sent unbearable pleasure through David Kang.

The rougher he got, the faster climax approached.

Panting heavily, pouring every ounce of strength into his thrusts, David Kang finally reached his peak.

"Hah… it's coming… huuunn… hah… hah… Emma Han…"

His cock pulsed violently—hot spurts of semen erupted deep inside her, striking her womb.

She could feel it—his thick cum filling her up.

Glob after glob pushed out weakly as his cock drove deeper.

With one final pump, David Kang emptied himself—then pulled out and collapsed onto his knees.

She remained in the same position—ass still raised, pussy and anus fully exposed to his view.

Her pussy, having taken his cock, hung open—oozing white cum.

She panted heavily, struggling to regain her senses.

David Kang, catching his breath, reached out and touched her cum-soaked pussy.

He smeared the white fluid around with his fingers, coating her entire vulva.

As he kept rubbing, she began moving her hips—subconsciously grinding against his hand.

She wasn't satisfied yet.

That prim, proper woman—hiding such fierce desire—surprised him.

But he was pleased.

No man would deny that a passionate woman was far better than a cold statue.

As he fondled her pussy, his cock stirred again—rising steadily.

Spreading her legs wide, he pushed his cock back inside.

Buried deep, he leaned forward and kissed her lips.

She accepted his tongue without resistance.

Their tongues entwined in a heated kiss, while David Kang gently rocked his hips—stimulating her slick, wet depths.

His hands roamed freely over her full breasts, squeezing and kneading.

The fire that had cooled for a moment now reignited—burning hotter.

Together, they began rising toward another climax.