Chapter 2 — Secret Affair (Part 1) (2)

The hotel bar was quiet.

Though it sat along a scenic stretch of coastline, the off-season had left it nearly empty.

In the hush, the soft piano melodies of a refined piano melody drifted through the air, as if to prove this was indeed the kind of refined establishment such music belonged in.

The bartender, his white hair at the temples hinting at years of quiet dignity, offered Sarah Kim a glass of red wine—its deep hue matching the color of her lips.

The crimson liquid shimmered in the dim incandescent light, catching in the curve of her mouth as she sipped, drawn into her like something sacred.

“If you don’t mind, why not join that gentleman over there? He’s quite a respectable man.”

Sarah Kim turned her head and saw a man sitting alone at the far end of the bar. He smiled and approached.

“Hope I’m not being a bother…”

He took the seat beside her with an awkward chuckle, looking older—perhaps in his sixties. Sarah Kim stole a glance at the fedora he placed beside him and, for some reason, felt at ease.

Maybe it was because he clearly looked past fifty. Or perhaps it was the gentle warmth in his smile, despite his age.

She accepted his toast naturally as the bartender poured another glass.

Over the course of two empty wine bottles, they didn’t speak much, but enough to learn fragments about each other.

Thomas Lee, a first-generation expatriate, had left Korea in his youth.

He’d fled a life of poverty, building a modest success in Japan. But because he refused to give up his Korean nationality, he’d operated his business through a Japanese proxy—only to be hunted and driven out when yakuza got involved.

Recently, thanks to loyal and sociable partners, everything had been resolved. He’d closed his affairs in Japan and returned to Korea.

“Korea smells good,” he said, breathing deeply. “After more than twenty years, being back on this soil… it moves me more than I expected.”

“And your family? Are they not here?”

“Why wouldn’t they be? I have a wife… and a son. But I don’t know where they are now, or what they’re doing. I left Korea in such a rush, I couldn’t keep in touch. When things finally stabilized and I tried to reach them, they’d already moved from the address I knew. I sent people to look, but still… no word. Now that I’m back, I’ll search for them myself.”

“You never married in Japan?”

“Ha… no. For some reason, Japanese women… I never felt their scent. There were other reasons too, special ones…”

“Scent?”

“Yes… I don’t know if it’s just me, but I couldn’t sense any feminine fragrance from them. So…”

“And these special reasons…?”

“Ha… it’s embarrassing…”

“…”

Was it the look in Sarah Kim’s curious eyes? Or the wine loosening his tongue? Thomas Lee let out a self-deprecating laugh and spoke.

“It happened not long after I arrived in Japan. The Japanese resented Koreans like me—they wouldn’t let me settle in peace. Once, I was kidnapped and beaten nearly to death by a group of them. After that… I lost my manhood.”

Sarah Kim stiffened, flustered by the raw honesty.

“The doctors said there was nothing physically wrong, but after that… maybe because of my hatred toward the Japanese, I couldn’t function as a man. And so, I lost all desire for Japanese women.”

“So… for the past twenty years…”

“Yes… that’s right. But I’m glad to be back in Korea. When I first saw you, Sarah Kim… I felt something I haven’t felt in twenty years. A deep, stirring emotion. Not sexual, mind you. More like… the beauty of Korea itself.”

“Oh, come on… me?”

“No, really. From you, I sensed a fragrance I’ve never felt from Japanese women. That’s why I asked the bartender to pass along a message, even though I knew it was bold.”

Sarah Kim felt a sudden warmth bloom in her chest.

The small smile on Thomas Lee’s face carried the weight of longing and loneliness for his homeland.

“Thank you… that I could make you feel Korea again. You really did the right thing coming back.”

“Ha… thank you.”

Thomas Lee walked Sarah Kim to her hotel room. At the door, he hesitated.

“If it’s not too much trouble… could I see you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?”

“To be honest, I don’t know my way around. I’ve just been wandering near the hotel these past two days.”

“… you’re asking me to be your guide?”

Sarah Kim felt a flicker of affection for him.

Her husband wasn’t due for another five days, and she had nothing pressing to do.

“… would that be too much to ask?”

“No… not at all. Tomorrow’s fine. I don’t know the area well either, but…”

The next day, Thomas Lee stepped out of the hotel with Sarah Kim.

She had promised to guide him for a day, but drawn in by his gentlemanly demeanor and an inexplicable pull, she ended up spending the entire day with him.

In truth, Sarah Kim didn’t know Busan well—her role as guide was only in name.

Yet over the course of that day, she learned much about Thomas Lee, and a quiet closeness began to grow between them.

Thomas Lee treated her with such careful respect and courtesy that Sarah Kim felt less like a guide and more like an honored guest.

“Sarah Kim, your fiancé arrives tomorrow, right?”

“Yes…”

“Then today is our last date. Ha ha.”

His laughter sounded strangely hollow.

Sarah Kim sensed sadness in him.

She thought of the past four days.

Thomas Lee had given her his all, and in return, she had felt comfort and tenderness she hadn’t known in years.

He seemed to be rediscovering his homeland through her.

And in him, Sarah Kim glimpsed her late father from childhood—warm, kind.

More than that, she saw in Thomas Lee a man whose strength transcended age.

Though not driven by sexual desire, she recognized in him a resilient man who, for over twenty years in a foreign land, had weathered every storm and lived with unwavering determination.

“May I ask one last favor?”

“What is it?”

“I’ve felt the spirit of a Korean woman in you. And…”

“…”

“I want to keep the scent of Korea you’ve shown me… forever.”

“… do you mean?”

“For over twenty years, I focused on one goal. But there was one hobby that brought me joy.”

“What was it?”

“Photography. During the hard years in Japan, I was moved by the sight of people striving to live. That’s how I started. Embarrassing to say, but I even gained some recognition there.”

“… you’re asking me to be your model?”

“Yes.”

“Okay… I’ll do it. Though I’m not sure I’m worthy.”

Thomas Lee’s face lit up.

“I’ll need a little time to prepare.”

About two hours later, Thomas Lee knocked on Sarah Kim’s door and led her to his room.

It was the Royal Suite, on the top floor, with a breathtaking view.

Sarah Kim gasped as she stepped inside.

The living room was filled with professional lighting and equipment—like a studio she’d only seen on TV during celebrity photo shoots.

Inside the room he showed her, several outfits hung on racks.

After changing into one, the shoot began.

Thomas Lee, professional and poised, eased her nervousness with light jokes, guiding her naturally into the role.

Sarah Kim, captivated by his passion, unconsciously committed herself to being the perfect model. And Thomas Lee captured her with fervor.

“One last thing… would you wear this?”

He handed her a white dress.

In his other hand, he opened a small box—inside, dazzling earrings and a necklace sparkled before her eyes.

The shoot resumed, and Thomas Lee became even more intense, his lens drinking in every detail of her.

When it ended, Sarah Kim turned to change, but Thomas Lee stopped her and led her to the balcony.

“This is a gift… for you, Sarah Kim, who showed me Korea again.”

As he spoke, his eyes serious, Sarah Kim felt her chest tighten.

The dress and jewelry she wore…

These weren’t things he could have gathered in just two hours of preparation.

She realized then—he had planned to give them to her all along.

It was a gift beyond monetary value. But more than that, it was his heart that moved her.

After sharing a drink and quiet conversation, they said their goodbyes.

“I don’t know if we’ll meet again… but take care.”

Sarah Kim closed the door and stood with her back against it, motionless for a moment.

Thomas Lee’s expression as he saw her off lingered in her chest.

She turned around.

“Ding-dong…”

Thomas Lee opened the door, stunned to see her.

“Can I… stay with you tonight?”

With practiced ease, Sarah Kim pushed past him and stepped inside.

“And don’t get the wrong ideas, okay? Got it?”

Her playful look left Thomas Lee speechless.

“I’m late. I’m tired and sleepy. Can I wash up?”

Without waiting for an answer, she walked into the bathroom.

When she came out, Thomas Lee was still pacing the living room, unsure what to do. Sarah Kim couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m sleepy. I’ll go to bed first. You go wash up.”

When Thomas Lee emerged from the shower, trembling with nerves, the room was pitch dark.

Only the moonlight through the window cast a faint glow.

Sarah Kim lay on the bed, her back to the window, covered by the blanket—her silhouette barely visible in the dimness.

“Come on… go to sleep.”

Sarah Kim’s voice made Thomas Lee awkwardly slip under the blanket at the edge of the bed.

Tense, he lay stiffly beneath the covers.

It had been over ten years since he’d shared a bed with anyone. This was beyond anything he’d imagined.

As he lay there, tense and eyes closed, Sarah Kim turned and nestled against him.

“Thank you…”

Thomas Lee flinched.

Sarah Kim… was naked.

“If you can… feel me. Feel a Korean woman.”

She took his hand and guided it to her breast.

Thomas Lee’s heart pounded at the firm, warm flesh filling his palm.

But he couldn’t bring himself to caress it.

A stranger’s breast…

Though she was undeniably alluring, Sarah Kim was another man’s wife.

I shouldn’t… The thought circled in his mind.

Yet Sarah Kim’s allure was too powerful to resist.

And besides—he was a man who couldn’t make love.

Her slender, pale arms wrapped around his neck.

Then Thomas Lee felt soft, moist lips press against his own—and his mind went blank.

“Hold me…”

At her husky whisper, Thomas Lee instinctively sucked hard on the warm, wet flesh that slipped into his mouth.

“Ah… too hard… gently…”

Thomas Lee pulled back, startled.

But Sarah Kim slipped her tongue deeper, slowly sucking on his, and his body began to relax.

Soon, he began to feel the soft, firm weight of her breast in his hand. He came to his senses.

“Ah… I’m sorry… I… I can’t…”

“I know… it’s okay. We don’t have to have sex.”

Her arms tightened around his neck.

Without thinking, Thomas Lee reached out and pulled her close.

His hand slid down her smooth back, over her plump, firm buttocks.

They were so soft, so taut—they seemed to burst into his palms, bouncing gently in his grip.

Thomas Lee was overwhelmed.

The scent rising from Sarah Kim’s bare skin was more than just soap. The saliva endlessly flowing from her mouth tasted sweet, like syrup.

Suddenly, Sarah Kim’s hand slipped under his pajamas, caressing his chest—still firm despite his age. A shiver ran down Thomas Lee’s spine.

Then, slowly, her hand moved lower.

Thomas Lee froze, unable to move.

Her hand slipped beneath the small cloth covering him.

Soft, trembling flesh…

His penis was limp.

His words had been true.

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be stupid… don’t say that…”

Gently, Sarah Kim stroked his flaccid member.

Though lifeless, it was large.

Even soft, it was too big for her to hold in one hand. Sarah Kim grew excited.

But no matter how softly she touched it, it didn’t grow.

Slowly, Sarah Kim lifted her body.

She brought her breast to Thomas Lee’s lips.

He began to suck slowly, tenderly.

“Ah… good…”

Sarah Kim moaned, surprised by the deep pleasure she felt from his simple, heartfelt sucking.

She gently stroked his penis.

Then, suddenly, she felt it twitch.

She pulled her breast from his mouth and covered his lips with her own.

Then slowly, she began to move downward.

Past his neck, she licked and sucked his small nipples for a long time. As she went lower, Thomas Lee tensed.

“Ah… no… don’t…”

Ignoring his words, Sarah Kim’s mouth moved lower—her hand still on his penis—then took it into her mouth.

She had never done this before. But she wanted to give it to him.

This act, which her husband had always shied away from, didn’t feel strange at all.

She slowly licked and sucked the soft flesh in her mouth.

Thomas Lee was electrified.

The flickering of Sarah Kim’s tongue against his penis, her increasingly bold, lewd sucking—it made his toes curl involuntarily.

Then suddenly, Sarah Kim felt the soft flesh in her mouth twitch.

It twitched harder—then began to grow, thick and strong, inside her mouth.

She felt a jolt of excitement. Thomas Lee, too, trembled in disbelief at his own reaction.

“Ah… amazing…”

Sarah Kim pulled his now-too-large penis from her mouth and cried out, breathless.

“Daddy… you’re amazing… really…”

She flushed, startled by the word that slipped out.

“I didn’t mean to… I guess I just feel so comfortable…”

“Sarah Kim… I… I’ve never…”

Thomas Lee couldn’t believe his penis was erect.

“It’s never… done this before…”

“Don’t lie… look how hard and strong it is…”

Sarah Kim gave him a teasing glare, slowly running her hand down his now-rigid shaft, as if she couldn’t believe it herself.

Then she slowly brought her mouth back, gently sucking his now rock-hard penis.

“Ah… Sarah Kim…”

Thomas Lee felt intense pleasure from her clumsy but devoted tongue.

“Tsk… liar… you’re incredible…”

“No… Sarah Kim… I swear…”

She knew he wasn’t lying. That made his erection, brought on by her, all the more thrilling. Her heart pounded at the way his penis pulsed and twitched in her hand.

Sarah Kim calmed her racing heart and slowly climbed on top of him.

She guided his thick, hard penis to her already wet entrance.

Slowly, she lowered her hips—Thomas Lee’s large, rigid shaft sliding deep inside her.

“Ah…”

As his thick penis entered, Sarah Kim felt sharp pleasure mixed with pain and lifted her hips.

But soon, she slowly lowered again, beginning to take him in.

When nearly all of him was inside, she felt the tip press against something deep within—and couldn’t lower herself further.

It was a sensation she’d never known.

His penis was that enormous.

Thomas Lee, eyes closed in embarrassment at Sarah Kim’s teasing, suddenly felt his penis being sucked deep into a warm, tight space—intense friction and pressure surging through him. His eyes flew open.

Above him, Sarah Kim sat with her teeth lightly biting her lip, her face slightly contorted—adorable, sensual.

He felt overwhelming emotion and pleasure, his chest tightening.

Then, as the tip of his penis touched something deep inside and Sarah Kim winced, letting out a moan, he worried.

“Does it hurt?”

“Ah… Daddy… the tip… it’s touching…”

“If it hurts, stop…”

“No… I can’t help it… I guess I just feel so comfortable…”

“It’s okay…”

At his words, Sarah Kim slowly began to move her hips.

Thomas Lee’s thick penis glistened with her juices as it slowly slid out of her wet heat.

“Ah… Daddy… so good…”

Hearing her call him “Daddy” again sent a thrilling jolt through Thomas Lee, and his penis throbbed.

Sarah Kim slowly lowered her hips again.

This time, she wanted to go deeper.

Suddenly, she felt his tip touch the same spot. But she pushed down harder.

A sharp pain shot through her, and she collapsed onto Thomas Lee’s chest.

“Ah… haa…”

Thomas Lee pulled her tightly into his arms. Sarah Kim pressed her lips to his.

“Ah… don’t scold me, Sarah Kim… I’m too excited… I…”

“I know… I’m so… so grateful… thank you…”

They spoke, eyes locked.

“Thomas Lee… ah… it’s awkward… maybe just call me… Daddy. Not because you’re old, okay? You know that, right?”

“Yes… I know…”

“Ah… Daddy… you’re so amazing… incredible…”

“I… I feel… so good too…”

“Ah… Daddy…”

As Sarah Kim slowly lifted and lowered her hips, both trembled with electric pleasure from their joined bodies.

“Sarah Kim…”

“Call me Sarah Kim… Daddy…”

“Uh… yes… Sarah Kim…”

“Daddy… I’m struggling… please… do it for me…”

Sarah Kim slowly slid off him and lay back on the bed.

Thomas Lee moved beside her and kissed her lips.

It was his first active move.

Lying beside her, he gently caressed her full breast with one hand, sucking her sweet tongue—feeling extreme pleasure and happiness.

His hand slowly moved downward.

It brushed the soft, downy hair between her legs—then slipped into her wet, warm folds as if pulled in.

“Ah… haa… Daddy…”

Her legs instinctively clenched at his touch—then naturally opened, welcoming his hand. Thomas Lee gently stroked her endlessly soft, wet pussy.

Suddenly, he felt a deep thirst.

Not quenched by the sweetness of her saliva in his mouth.

He moved down her body.

He took her slightly raised knees in his hands.

As her legs slowly parted, he buried his face between them.

Sarah Kim, expecting his hard penis to enter, instead felt the sudden snake-like movement of his tongue—and instinctively grabbed his head.

“Ah… Daddy… it’s dirty…”

But with his head buried between her legs and his hands firmly spreading her thighs, she couldn’t resist. Overcome by intense pleasure, she naturally opened her legs wider, slipping her fingers into his streaked gray hair, holding on as she gave in to the sensation.

“Ah… Daddy… I can’t… please… hurry…”

Thomas Lee, greedily lapping up her juices as if to quench his thirst, lifted his head at her words and climbed onto her.

He took his still-hard penis, slick with his saliva and her wetness, and slowly pushed it into her soaked pussy.

“Ah… haa… Daddy…”

“Ah… Sarah Kim… so good…”

Sarah Kim felt his thick penis fill her completely, the friction sending strong pleasure through her. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Thomas Lee, even more aroused by her action, thrust into her, driven by her tight, clinging pussy.

“Ah… haa… Daddy… I… I…”

Thomas Lee, overwhelmed by unbearable pleasure, could hold back no longer. He began to pour out thick, passionate semen—years of pent-up release flooding deep into Sarah Kim’s pussy.

“Ah… so good… Sarah Kim… ah…”

Sarah Kim trembled all over from the intense pleasure of Thomas Lee’s powerful thrusts.

When he pulled her close, kissed her deeply, and sharply thrust his hips upward, she began to climax.

“Ah… Daddy… I… I… I’m going to die… ah…”

Thomas Lee came powerfully.

It was as if he were releasing ten years of withheld ejaculation at once—endlessly pumping thick semen deep into her.

Sarah Kim, overwhelmed by such intense orgasm, thrust her hips upward, clenching his penis tightly, again and again.

“Ah… haa… ah… Daddy… you’re incredible… really…”

“Ah… haa… Sarah Kim… so… so good…”

Thomas Lee kissed her deeply, pulling her soft, trembling body tightly against him.

As Sarah Kim’s orgasm subsided, her pussy gently squeezed his penis. The sensation thrilled Thomas Lee, and his still-hard shaft slowly pushed back into her.

“Ah… haa… Daddy… again…”

“Sarah Kim… ah…”

Confidence surging from their first lovemaking, Thomas Lee turned her over.

He lifted her hips and entered her from behind, thrusting hard.

“Ah… haa… Daddy… deeper… too much…”

“Does it hurt?”

“No… but I like it… Daddy… keep going… keep going… I love it…”

Thomas Lee thrust powerfully into her writhing pussy.

“Ah… haa… Daddy… I’m going to die… ah… haa…”

“Ah… haa… I… I’m going to come again…”

“Mmm… do it… Daddy… yes… good…”

Sarah Kim began to slowly rotate her hips.

Actions she’d never tried before. She felt absolute trust in Thomas Lee—and in that trust, she surrendered completely to pleasure.

“Ah… haa… ah… haa…”

Driven hard by Thomas Lee, Sarah Kim collapsed fully onto the bed. Embracing her from behind, Thomas Lee came again, filling her once more with his thick semen.

“Ah… haa… ah… haa… Daddy…”

“Sarah Kim…”

Two intense rounds of lovemaking left them utterly spent. Thomas Lee held Sarah Kim tightly, and Sarah Kim, still gripping his penis—the source of such extreme pleasure—drifted into sleep.

Thomas Lee woke up.

He slowly opened his eyes.

But the space beside him was empty.

Was last night a dream?

Then he saw it—a small note by the dresser.

Daddy… it’s me, Sarah Kim. I’m leaving without saying goodbye. Because of you, these past five days have been so happy. But I… yes. I need to return to my place. I hope you find your family soon.

A simple note. But the smudged ink told Thomas Lee everything about the tears she must have shed.

He sat in the chair for a long time, reading and rereading the note.

Then slowly, he walked to the window.

He gently pulled back the curtains.

Blinding shards of sunlight poured over his body.

“Sarah Kim…”

“Did you have a good trip?”

Her husband stood before her, same cold expression as when he left.

A simple suitcase.

His black suit still gave off a chilly air.

Sarah Kim’s faint hope for their reunion—after three years—crumbled at the sight of him.

If anything, they felt more distant now.

Sarah Kim walked to the window and gazed at the quiet sea, empty now, as if chilled by the coming winter.