Chapter 1 — Secret Affair (Part 1) (1)

No matter how she thought about it, this was wrong.

But the sensations that flickered between them—those, she couldn’t possibly deny.

David Kim now looked down at the woman beneath him with a gaze that had gained a measure of calm. She lay pinned under his weight, fists clenched tightly around the bedsheets, eyes tightly shut, her body taut with tension.

Though rigid with nerves, the way she gripped him inside was better than he’d dared hope.

The slight frown creasing her brow—whether from shame or embarrassment—wasn’t unattractive. In fact, her fluttering long lashes and translucent skin only stoked David’s lust further.

Even now, deep in her core, part of her still resisted this moment, her thighs instinctively clenching inward—only to be held open by the pressure of his hips.

David slowly withdrew his rigid cock, then pushed it deep again, filling her completely. Only then, as a faint ease settled over him, did he begin to leisurely trace his eyes over her body.

At first glance, she seemed ordinary. But examined closely, feature by feature, her face was exquisitely beautiful.

Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were deep and expressive. Beneath them, a straight, delicate nose looked almost sculpted. Her lips weren’t large, but full and softly plump, glistening faintly—perhaps from lipstick, perhaps from something else.

Below her sharp jawline, a long, slender neck stretched down to smooth, pale skin.

And beneath that, softly rounded shoulders, delicate arms...

As David’s gaze drifted lower, as if sensing his attention, the tiny bud at the center of her firm, round breasts began to tremble.

Without realizing it, David reached out, drawn by the quiet allure of her breasts.

Wow… damn… this is…

He bit back the childish exclamation, burying it deep in his chest.

The feel of her breasts in his hands was that good.

Still gently kneading her soft flesh, David let his eyes wander downward.

The smooth curve flowing from her breasts narrowed into a slender waist. Below it, a slightly rounded, glistening lower belly stirred something warm in his gut.

Neatly trimmed, dark, glossy pubic hair fanned out, all pointing inward. Beneath it, her pink slit—clean, untouched—clenched greedily around his cock.

Her skin was pale, but her pussy was a slightly deeper shade—yet so clean, so fresh.

There was no sagging outer labia. When he pulled out, it magically followed upward, clinging to him like a thin, reluctant membrane—shameless in its own quiet invitation.

David felt a surge of pleasure.

This was an unexpected jackpot.

Her figure and face could rival any escort—and unlike those seasoned women, she carried none of that practiced air. Shy, inexperienced, younger than her years suggested—yet behind that shyness, her body responded with raw, instinctive hunger that thrilled him.

This… this is the best… of any woman I’ve ever held…

Did she know the highest score he’d ever given?

David slowly pulled his cock out.

As his shaft slid free from her slick heat, he watched, electrified, how her thin inner lips clung to him like a film, stretching upward.

When David pulled himself from between her legs, her thighs instinctively snapped shut.

A reflex of shame.

David lay down beside her.

Then, gently, he turned her body so she faced the opposite direction.

He cradled her neck with one arm, and with the other, slipped his hand beneath her armpit, cupping her soft, firm breast.

She didn’t mind the man embracing her from behind.

It felt safe, the way he supported her neck, the way his hand gently massaged her breast—there was tenderness in his touch.

Though her legs tensed in embarrassment, her upper body, held against him, had no choice. But her free legs she drew up toward her stomach.

David pressed a soft kiss to the curve of her shoulder.

Her body flinched, just as he expected.

Even though she’d taken his cock inside her, her lips were still something different.

David slowly moved his lips upward from her shoulder.

The blindingly white nape of her neck met his mouth.

Fine, soft down tickled his lips. David flicked out his tongue, licking slowly along her neck.

“Ah… ha…”

A shiver ran through her body at the sudden, ticklish sensation. Unaware, she let out a soft moan.

The hand gripping her breast tightened instinctively.

David inhaled the scent clinging to her—his mood soaring.

Was it shampoo? Soap? Or simply her own body’s fragrance? Whatever it was, it made him giddy.

Something touched his tongue.

David realized it was her earlobe. Slowly, he extended his tongue, licking it.

Her small, soft earlobe was gently bitten between his teeth.

And as if in response, she unconsciously opened her mouth, moaning into the pleasure he gave her.

“Ah… ha… ah…”

David slightly bent the arm supporting her neck, turning her face toward him.

Her eyes were still closed, but her long lashes trembled, as if she knew what was coming.

David slowly brought his lips to hers—soft, full, delicate.

She felt his mouth press against hers, and in her mind, a voice screamed No. But she couldn’t stop it.

Just as when his cock had entered her, her body tensed completely, frozen in place. She had to silence the voice inside her, the one condemning herself.

She still didn’t understand why she hadn’t resisted the man who, slightly drunk, had declared his love and laid her on the bed.

When he’d lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, she’d done nothing but clutch the bedsheets in helpless shame.

When he’d grabbed her thighs, spread them open with both hands, she’d only squeezed her eyes shut and bitten her lower lip—white, even, teeth digging in.

When his hard cock had pushed into her still-tight pussy, the pain had forced a moan from her throat—but even that, she’d tried to stifle by biting her lip harder.

Now, as his tongue pressed between her lips, she clenched her teeth—her final act of resistance.

But the man, sensing her last defiance, didn’t care.

Instead, he slowly, deliberately, used his tongue to lick her soft, full lips.

Her lips, slick with his saliva and lipstick, grew wetter.

As his hand shifted to her left breast, her upper body subtly turned toward him.

Her mind began to empty, going white.

She felt the man behind her shift slightly downward—and then something hard pressed against her buttocks.

Instinctively, she knew.

She tightened her thighs—but it was too late. Her cleft, already slick with their combined fluids, offered no resistance. His hard cock slid easily between her soft, firm cheeks, slipping naturally into the heat of her pussy.

David felt her plump, smooth buttocks against his lower abdomen as he slowly lifted her.

“Ah… hah… ah… hah…”

When his thick cock filled her empty pussy again, her mind went blank—and her legs, the last hold of her will, went slack.

At that moment, seizing the chance, he pushed his tongue past her lips, into her open, moaning mouth, and wrapped it around hers—soft, wet, yielding.

Now, she had no will of her own. She surrendered completely, her body instinctively responding to the pleasure he gave.

Feeling her response, the man pressed his body tightly against hers. The hand that had been caressing her breast now slid down, moved aside her limp legs, and touched the soft curls between her thighs. He parted them slowly, finding the small, shy bud hidden beneath the pink membrane, and began to stroke it gently with his fingertip.

“Ah… hah… ah…”

With her mouth filled by his tongue, her own tongue yielding, she moaned intermittently, unable to resist the pleasure as she began to climb the steep hill he was building for her.

Her mind, once blank, now darkened with sensation.

Is this… allowed? Can this really… be happening?

But the feelings in her head were nothing compared to how fiercely they ravaged her body.

She hadn’t felt anything like this in over ten years of marriage.

A tingling that made her whole body shiver.

Every move the man made seemed designed for her pleasure.

“Ah… hah… I… I…”

She tried to hold back, but the pleasure was too much. Her moans only fueled him further.

The man raised himself, still buried inside her.

Then climbed on top of her.

Unlike before, he slid his arms beneath her armpits, pulling her close, and devoured her lips.

Her legs, drawn together, responded to the forceful thrusts between them.

She trembled violently as his weight pressed down on her and his pelvis slammed hard against her clit.

His tongue tangled with hers—and for the first time, she actively sucked it.

“Ah… ah…”

The man knew what her moans meant.

And he, too, slowly let go of the dam he’d held back, beginning to feel the pleasure she gave.

“Ah… hah… I… I…”

She pulled him tightly against her, arching her hips upward.

At that moment, his dam broke.

With force, he emptied thick, sticky cum deep inside her.

Her entire body convulsed with pleasure—her spine rigid, trembling.

After four or five powerful spurts, the man, still deep inside her, savored the pulsing contractions of her pussy around his cock.

She, too, clung to the fading waves of pleasure, feeling his cock twitch faintly inside her, her body growing languid.

After finishing, the man began to softly suck her lips.

She accepted his kiss, which made the post-orgasmic drowsiness even more blissful, and didn’t loosen the arm wrapped tightly around him.

The kiss after sex was unbearably sweet.

So different from her husband, who would rush to finish and then collapse on the bed.

In a way, it was even gentler, warmer than foreplay.

His kiss, not too forceful, not too crude, gently massaging her breasts, eased away the anxiety and shame left after the intense orgasm, calming her heart.

After a long kiss, the man slowly supported her head with his arm and pulled her close.

She nestled into his warm embrace. The fatigue from drinking and sex spread pleasantly through her body—and slowly, she fell asleep.

“That was… so good…”

A soft whisper against her ear.

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Hot water streamed over her body.

With eyes closed, Sarah stood under the scalding shower, her heart heavy.

Morning sunlight pierced the gap in the drawn curtains, blinding her.

Sarah winced at the sharp pain pounding in her head.

Was it the alcohol? The headache throbbed violently on one side of her skull.

But then she suddenly opened her eyes wide—aware of her situation.

And there, right in front of her, was a man’s face.

David Kim, the assistant manager.

Between the throbbing pain, fragments of last night’s memories came rushing back.

David’s hand on her breast. Her head resting on his arm, facing him.

Sarah closed her eyes again.

Oh… no…

She realized her mistake—but couldn’t move.

If David woke up…

In this unprepared moment, she wouldn’t know what to say or do.

“You’re awake…”

But regardless of her silent wish, David’s voice reached her ears.

She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter.

Then—softness against her lips.

David had lightly pressed his lips to hers.

“Want to shower first?”

“Yes…”

His hand gently squeezed her breast.

Sarah jolted upright.

“I’ll… go first.”

Watching her rush into the bathroom, David smiled, satisfied.

Seeing her flustered, he understood her feelings—but it was too late now. The conqueror’s smile played on his lips.

And as he watched her retreat, he suddenly found her backside newly beautiful. Pride swelled in him—I’ve had her—and it stirred heat in his groin.

Sarah stood under the shower, trying to clear her head.

But the splitting headache kept clouding her thoughts.

Suddenly, as she washed lower, she flinched again.

Something slimy had touched her.

When… was my period…?

Thankfully, she wasn’t in her fertile window.

She quickly rinsed away David’s cum.

But the more she washed, the more it clung—slippery, persistent.

Just how much… did he…?

“Could you… give me my clothes?”

Hearing Sarah’s voice, David smiled and neatly laid her underwear in front of the bathroom door.

The door opened slightly, and her pale, slender arm reached out, snatching the clothes.

When Sarah stepped out, David was sitting on the sofa, smoking.

“Don’t you have to go to work?”

“Yes… I do. I’ll head to the office now.”

David stood, wrapping his robe around him.

“You’re so beautiful…”

As David moved toward her, leaning in for a kiss, Sarah instinctively turned her head away.

“Don’t… please. Last night… I was too drunk…”

“Don’t call it a mistake. That would make me feel terrible.”

Sarah couldn’t bear to look at David’s face.

Now that her mind was clear, last night’s events replayed in vivid detail.

Last night, David had been so warm, so gentle.

And through him, she’d felt an orgasm she hadn’t experienced in years.

“Still… even so…”

David gently pulled her into his arms.

Sarah stood frozen, unsure what to do.

“I know… I know it’s awkward. But I meant it.”

His whisper against her ear was sweet.

“I’ll wait. Until your heart opens again…”

“No… no, that can’t happen again. We… we can’t do this. You’re so young… and I’m just… ugh!”

She pushed lightly at his chest, looking into his face.

But her words were cut off—by David’s lips sealing over hers.

The sudden kiss not only silenced her, but let his tongue slip naturally into her mouth.

Ah… cigarette smell…

She didn’t push him away.

Instead, she gently wrapped her own tongue around his.

When the long kiss finally ended, Sarah stepped back slightly.

“The cigarette… I’m sorry.”

“No… I didn’t mind. But… this is the last time. So…”

David didn’t need to hear more.

He pulled her close again and covered her lips—this time, fiercely, passionately, refusing to let go.

And Sarah accepted his tongue once more.

No—this time, she actively sucked it with her own.

It felt too good.

The scent of a man.

Even the cigarette smell she usually disliked now sent shivers through her.

Then, as she felt David’s excited hands slide down to grope her buttocks, she startled, pulling her mouth away.

She pushed against his chest.

“No… no more…”

She grabbed her bag and quickly left the hotel.

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“You’re coming in this time?”

“No. I’m just stopping by for a consultation. I’ve booked a hotel—go ahead and rest there. I’ll arrive Thursday evening.”

Sarah went down to the hotel her husband had reserved.

The room, with a view of the sea, was booked under her husband’s name.

Though not overly busy, this was a rare, leisurely vacation for Sarah, who worked as a freelance translator.

But after two days of doing nothing but staying in the hotel, Sarah began to feel strangely bored.

The suite’s bathroom was enormous.

A luxurious space, complete with a whirlpool bath.

Sarah filled the tub with bubbles, took a glass of red wine, and stepped in.

As she sank into the warm water, warmth spread through her body.

A refined piano melody, playing in the living room, deepened her languor. She sipped her wine and closed her eyes.

She had first met Assistant Manager David Kim through her husband’s work.

Two years ago, her husband had been transferred to the U.S. branch, leaving Sarah behind.

The truth was, her husband was azoospermic.

They’d discovered it three years into their marriage. After that, their sex life dwindled.

Sarah had tried her best to comfort him, but he seemed deeply wounded by the revelation.

Unlike the passionate newlyweds they’d once been, their intimacy became mechanical—maybe once a month, he’d take her body.

So when it came time to move, he’d given various excuses to leave her behind.

Then came a call—her husband needed some documents delivered to the office.

That’s how Sarah met David.

After that, she saw him a few times for work.

She learned David was her junior.

They began to have occasional meals together.

Through those meetings, she realized David was a decent man.

His clean appearance and polite manners slowly lowered her guard—until one night, they crossed the line.

After that, David called her several times.

But Sarah never answered.

Now, in the bathtub, Sarah suddenly thought of David.

And the hot night they’d shared.

She realized her body was growing warmer.

For the past two years, she hadn’t thought much about men.

Sex with her husband had never been enjoyable—she’d only responded to his formal demands with equal formality.

But David had awakened something in her.

She tried hard to push the thoughts away.

But the more she tried, the more vividly her mind replayed David’s body, the electrifying sex.

Sarah stepped out of the bathroom, trying to erase him from her thoughts.

But her heated body refused to cool down.