Chapter 1 — Seducing a Drunk Married Woman

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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The night was hot and suffocating, the kind that made staying indoors unbearable. I stepped outside, thinking I'd ride my bike around the neighborhood for a while.

I circled the local park a few times, then pedaled back and forth into town. It was late, and the streets were nearly empty.

Feeling tired and bored, I started heading home when I spotted something stumbling toward me in the distance. As it drew closer, I realized it was a woman, clearly drunk.

I glanced her over quickly, then passed her by—only to muster courage and turn my bike around.

I stopped a short distance away, propped my bike beside me, and called out.

"Hey."

"...?"

"Are you okay?"

"Uh... I'm... fine..."

"You look pretty drunk. Let me walk you home."

I started to lean my bike against a nearby lamppost when she stepped back, waving her hands."No! No!"

I gave up on locking it and instead pulled the bike over beside her. She reached out and weakly grabbed the back seat, leaning on it as she walked.

"Where do you live?"

"Down... there..."

She lifted a limp hand, pointing vaguely toward a distant neighborhood. A thought flashed through my mind—maybe I can have her tonight.

"But why did you drink so much? It's so late..."

"It's... my husband. He always takes his mother's side. I don't even know why I'm out here like this..."

We walked and talked for a while. I don't know how, but we kept veering into quieter, darker alleys.

As we walked, I started calling her sis—an older sister figure.

She was 31. Slightly thin, with modest breasts, but her permed hair and sharp, cute face made her stand out.

When we reached a dim, secluded alley, she suddenly pushed me away and waved, saying she'd go the rest alone.

I couldn't let her go just like that. I followed, grabbing her wrist.

"Why?... Ugh..."

I quickly pressed my lips to hers. Her hands weakly pushed against my chest, but I forced my mouth harder against hers, sucking her lips fiercely.

One hand wrapped around her back, the other groped her small breast.

Her legs gave out, and she sank to the ground.

I laid her on the concrete, then yanked her T-shirt up along with her bra.

Her breasts rose softly, her brown nipples already stiff.

Her nipples were larger, firmer than those of the girls I knew—clearly a married woman's body.

I sucked roughly at her nipple, and irregular gasps escaped her mouth—huh... huh...

I pulled down her shorts, then her white panties.

Her pubic area was thick with hair.

I stuffed her panties into my pocket and rubbed her mound with my palm before sliding my middle finger into her slit.

"Haa..."

A low moan slipped out. Remembering something I'd seen before, I started thrusting my finger in and out.

Slap... slap... slap...

Before long, she grabbed her own knees and spread her legs wide. I fingered her roughly, plunging deeper.

"Ah... haa... haa... put it in... please..."

Her voice begged for it. But I was so nervous—my cock hadn't even risen.

Her hand suddenly grabbed my pants, yanking them down. She stared at my limp, uncircumcised dick and looked disappointed.

Without hesitation, she took it into her mouth.

Even now, I know it must've reeked—uncircumcised and unclean—but she sucked it like it was delicious.

Slurp... slurp...

Electric jolts shot from my toes to my brain, but my cock still didn't harden properly.

When it finally stiffened a little, she lay back down, pulled her legs apart again, and held her knees open.

I placed my T-shirt under her hips and guided my cock to her entrance.

But I didn't know how to enter.

Looking back, I should've just asked her. Instead, I kept thrusting blindly, rubbing only her urethra and clit.

She stayed silent, then suddenly stood up.

"Let's go."

She hastily dressed and grabbed my hand.

I was humiliated and frustrated.

We walked back the way we'd come.

"Where's your place, sis? Not over there?"

"No. The 00 Apartments."

"What? That's where we first met."

"Really? Doesn't matter. Unit 402."

"Can I touch my breasts while we walk?"

"Yeah."

As we walked, I slipped my hand under her shirt and fondled her breasts. She didn't resist—seemed to enjoy it.

I walked her to her door, watched her go inside, then turned back.

At home, I absentmindedly reached into my pocket—and found her panties.

I threw them out behind the house, jerked off, and went to bed.

A few days later, I saw her on the street, but she didn't recognize me.

After that, I couldn't help it—I wandered the neighborhood every night, hoping for another chance.

A few days later, I got one.

I'd just bought ice cream from the convenience store when a woman bumped my shoulder and walked inside.

I glanced at her. She was swaying, giggling to herself—something was off. I waited by the door.

"Hehe... how much is this?"

"Five hundred won."

"Hehe... I'll enjoy it."

"Ah—Miss!!"

She ran out with the ice cream, not paying.

The shop owner rushed out to chase her, so I quietly handed him five hundred won from my pocket and followed her.

She was over 165 cm, a bit plump, with a round face and a short, boyish haircut.

Not particularly pretty, but her chest was surprisingly nice.

She wandered aimlessly, then finally sat on a large rock.

I approached.

"Hey."

"Yeah? Hehe..."

To my surprise, she smiled brightly and answered cheerfully.

"You okay?"

"Hehe... what?"

She almost looked crazy.

"I mean... you're walking around randomly, going into stores and leaving... I was worried."

"Oh~ I wanted to drink, but everything's closed. Hehe."

"Really?"

"You drink well? Let's drink together?"

"Ah... not really..."

"Buy me one bottle of soju~ I'll wait here."

"O-okay."

I hurried to the nearest store and came back with a bottle of soju and some squid.

I poured the drink but didn't touch it. She, however, gulped it down like a madwoman.

"You've had enough... maybe stop?"

"Hehe... do you know my name?"

"No..."

"It's Kyung-ja. Kyung-ja."

"Oh..."

"There are others named Kyung-ja too. I work at a pork rib joint—don't look down on me."

"Ah, I never... you're pretty. Why would anyone look down on you? Everyone's trying to get with you, you know? That's why you think I followed you, right?"

"Ah... no, not at all... just worried..."

"How old are you?"

"How old do I look?"

"Twenty?"

"Haha... yeah, I'm twenty."

"No wonder you look so young... and damn, you're handsome."

"A-ah... really? Hehe... how old are you, sis?"

"I'm 28. Married. Call me ma'am."

We kept drinking and talking.

When the mood felt right, I casually shifted closer, draping my arm over her shoulder.

She leaned slightly into me, giggling.

I slowly slid my hand down from her shoulder and grabbed her full, soft breast through her shirt.

Her breast squished in my palm, soft yet springy.

"Ah... don't..."

"Just stay still... just for a second, okay?"

I boldly used both hands to grope her breasts. She leaned against the wall, watching me.

I lifted her T-shirt, unhooked her bra from behind.

She tried to cover herself.

"No... it's small... you shouldn't..."

"Ah... sis... just once... I want to suck your breast."

I pushed her hands aside and bit down on her hard nipple.

"Haa..."

A low moan escaped her. I massaged one breast while sucking the other fiercely.

Her hands tangled in my hair. Her nipples were at the mercy of my teeth and tongue.

I let my hand drift down to her crotch. The moment I touched her mound, she grabbed my wrist.

"Stop. That's enough."

Ignoring her, I rubbed her through her clothes.

"Don't... seriously..."

"Just a second... just a sec..."

I pulled her up, turned her to face the wall.

Then I yanked her pants and panties down together.

She let out a small scream, trying to crouch, but I grabbed her waist and pulled her up.

I sucked her earlobe and whispered.

"I want to put it in your pussy, sis."

"Haa... haa... don't... don't do it..."

I pulled my pants down. My cock, fully erect, sprang out.

I pressed it between her ass cheeks, rubbing her wet slit.

Her hands stayed on the wall. She turned her head back.

"Don't... seriously!!"

"I'm going in now."

I felt wetness on my cock. So this is her pussy. I thrust my hips slightly, pushing in.

Halfway in, her voice stopped me.

"You... if you do this... you'll really regret it. You'll truly regret it."

"Why?"

"You'll know once I let you in. You'll regret it for real."

Her voice and expression were dead serious.

A cold, creeping unease washed over me.

I froze.

Then, without another word, I pulled out, pulled up my pants, and dressed.

Even as she giggled and said,"Let's have another drink," I left with just one sentence.

"You drink alone."

Back home, I washed my cock thoroughly.

What if it's AIDS? I can't get sick...

Worried about everything and nothing, I finally fell asleep.

Nothing happened after that.