Chapter 2 — Secret Temptation (A Married Woman's Confession) - Part 1 (2)

"My goodness, look at me. I left the keys on top of the shoe cabinet by the front door and walked out with just the shopping basket. Ugh. I'm such an idiot. I wouldn't have gotten back in without you. Thank you so much."

"No, it's nothing. Haha."

"Let me make you some tea. I've been studying tea ceremonies lately. Hehe."

"Sure. That'd be nice. When you live alone, even if you want to have a drink, you never really feel like it."

"Of course. I've got some good tea. Just give me a sec."

She set the shopping basket aside and began preparing tea for me, glancing over now and then with a soft smile. Every time I saw her lips, my body stirred with excitement.

"We can talk while the tea steeps, wait a bit, then drink."

"Yeah. Feels like we're in a temple, sipping tea. Haha."

She handed me a small teacup and gestured for me to try it. I couldn't help but touch her hand as I took the cup—her fingers wrapped around the delicate porcelain.

Our eyes met. She held my gaze for a moment, then blushed and smiled shyly.

"Go ahead, try it."

"Let's drink together. Here, let me pour you one. Haha."

"Oh? You'd do that for me?"

My hands trembled as I poured the tea. My mind screamed no, but my body betrayed me, shaking all the same.

I was terrified she'd sense how badly I wanted to pull her into my arms.

"Hehe. It's hot, right? If you grip too hard, your hand might shake from the strain."

"Oh, right. Haha."

She lifted the cup and took a small sip. Her plump, cherry-colored lips sent a jolt through my heart.

Her place was spotless, tastefully decorated. On top of the fridge, I spotted a bottle of ginseng wine—looked homemade.

"Hey? Did you make that ginseng wine yourself?"

"Oh, that? Hehe. My husband made it. It was his first time, but it actually tastes really good."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Want to try some? A little can't hurt—good for your health."

"Ah... should I?"

"Hehe. Yeah, I'll pour you a glass."

She reached up, took down the ginseng wine bottle, found a couple of small cups, and handed one to me.

"Here. Try it. It's delicious—at least I think so. Hehe."

"Then let's drink together. Haha."

"Mm. In that case, I should have one too."

So we each took a sip.

"How is it? Tasty, right?"

"Yeah. Can I have another? It's really good. Haha."

"Hehe. Sure. You can finish the whole bottle if you want."

She poured me another.

"Let's drink together. It's awkward drinking alone. Haha."

"Hehe. Okay. Me too then."

Before long, the two of us had drained the entire bottle.

Her flushed face looked adorable—so damn lovely.

"Oh my. Drinking on an empty stomach... I feel dizzy. Just a second."

She reached to pick up the teacup she'd left earlier, but knocked it over—spilling the remnants onto her clothes.

"Haha. Yeah."

She must've gone to change. I wanted to see. I needed to see—her pale skin, her body... and that place of hers.

Driven by the alcohol and my racing thoughts, my feet moved on their own, drawn toward where she'd gone.

There she was—her back view. Her slender waist, her round, peach-like hips. And there, again, the same panties I'd held in my hands twice before.

Once more, she was wearing a thong.

My body reacted instantly. I was on the edge of losing control.

"Hnnngh..."

Hearing my groan, she turned around. I quickly hid behind the door. Then I heard her footsteps coming out.

I wanted to hold her. I ached to bury myself deep inside her most intimate place. She walked past me.

Ah... that scent. The smell of her arousal clouded my senses.

I followed her silently. And then—without thinking—I did what I shouldn't have.