Chapter 1 — The Beautiful Woman and the Ecstatic Sex, Part 1 (1)

When Jenny Kang descended the staircase in sharp, clicking heels, my chest tightened as if gripped by invisible hands.

Her long legs sheathed in white stockings crossed before my seat, revealing a flash of thigh—my cock stirred instantly, swelling beneath my pants until the fabric strained, chafing against my underwear like torture.

The alluring scent wafting from her body was uncannily similar to that woman—the one to whom I'd surrendered my virginity long ago.

Even the delicate dimple beside her double eyelids mirrored hers exactly, like two identical buns fresh from the same mold.

Back then, I knew next to nothing about sex. All I understood was thrusting my cock into a woman's body, shaking it until I came—and how good that release felt. Sex, to me, was merely about the pleasure of climax.

My former lover and I would often stay out overnight, hopping from motel to motel, fucking endlessly.

In those moments, we discovered the meaning of sex together, losing ourselves in each other with desperate, obsessive hunger.

But she left for France to study abroad, and just like that, it ended. Still, I could never forget her—her wild, undulating hips, the way she writhed beneath me.

Now, seeing this manager—so eerily like her, like a living twin—I felt my arousal surge violently, my cock rising painfully hard, straining against my clothes.

"Haa~~"

I swallowed a groan, suppressing the lust burning inside me. Yet her curvaceous figure was impossibly seductive, far too sensual for her age.

Inside my mind, an erotic painting unfolded: the soft swell of her breasts beneath her blouse, the elegant curve of her waist—etched vividly, shamelessly, behind my eyes.

Rumors said she was wealthy, widowed, and living alone as a single woman.

That was the whispered truth about her in the industry.

That night, under the shower, I jerked off thinking only of her.

I pulled up my slip and devoured my own imagined breasts, sucking them wildly. I pulled down lace-trimmed mesh panties over my head, shoved my tongue deep into my crotch, and thrashed around like a madman.

Soaping my cock, I stroked it furiously with both hands until cum erupted like a rocket blast—shooting so high it nearly hit the ceiling.

Like a man who had forgotten women, my stamina grew monstrous. Each time I masturbated, the length of my ejaculation stretched longer.

From two meters, then three—I shot thick streams of semen with such force, imagining the plump, fleshy mound cradling her deep triangle.

And every morning I arrived at work, I inevitably glanced up at her second-floor office, watching, waiting—hunting for any chance to be near her.

It never came easily.

But luckily, our department became responsible for an interior design project, giving us official reason to proceed.

As planned, we secured a contract for bulk supply of interior products with her company. Using that as an excuse, we began meeting frequently.

Every time I saw her, the resemblance to my lost lover struck deeper.

The more we met, the stranger it became—she started wearing heavier makeup, dressing in brighter, more dazzling clothes.

Her movements carried an erotic allure that replayed in my mind every night, keeping me awake, restless.

I fell under a hypnotic spell: I want her. I need to take her.

Night after night, I dreamed of holding her, coming deep inside her beautiful pussy.

The fresh, intoxicating scent of her youthful arousal—like sweet perfume—flooded my senses.

That very fragrance seemed to drift from her whenever we met. Gradually, I became obsessed, consumed, merging with her in spirit.

Then one day, a call came—she wanted to discuss a new product imported from Italy.

Meeting her at the hotel café, her stunning presence crashed into my trembling heart like a tidal wave.

When she readily agreed to grab a drink at a street stall afterward, I felt overwhelming gratitude.

We talked casually, and as time passed, she began to get drunk.

Perhaps she, too, felt some tension—some inner weight she was trying to shed—because she kept drinking, glass after glass.

"Manager Kang! You've had a bit too much…"

I gently held her wrist to stop her from pouring another.

She swayed as she stood, so I quickly slipped an arm under hers to steady her.

Huuu~~ My palm brushed against her blouse, grazing the strap of her bra—her firm, elastic breast pressed faintly against my forearm.

The very breast I'd longed to devour now rubbed occasionally against my elbow, sending electric jolts straight to my cock.

At my back, the strap of her bra caught on my fingertip.

Somehow, I managed to hail a taxi, helped her in, and gave the driver her home address.

Her face rested against my shoulder, her body leaning sideways, relaxing into a more comfortable position as she fought the dizziness.

Then, as she shifted her head slightly while lying on my thigh, her hair brushed against my erect cock.

The contact sent shivers through me. She subtly rocked her head, rubbing it against my hardness—unknowingly soothing my aching need with agonizing tenderness.

If only we were alone, I would have pulled it out and made her suck me right there.

I wanted to rip off her blouse, push aside her bra, and feast on her breasts.

I wanted to rub my cock against her bare chest, slide it between her soft mounds, and come between them.

My suppressed desire surged entirely into my cock, making it throb harder than ever.

Huuu…

I gently took her long hand adorned with an ornate jade ring.

Her fingers, painted with red polish, were smooth and delicate, her skin flawlessly soft and clean.

Ah… How thrilling it would be if her hand wrapped around my cock?

Yet she, too, squeezed my hand lightly, pressing back with quiet strength.

Her home felt too vast for one person.

Yet everything was meticulously arranged—neat, polished, like the home of a careful housewife.

Still, she resembled a lonely queen trapped within castle walls. Was it shared loneliness that drew me to her?

“Have a cup of coffee,” she murmured, walking toward the kitchen.

Her graceful nape peeked through long, flowing hair.

How could her waist be so narrow? Her hips looked even fuller in contrast.

Haa…

Her snug homewear clung tightly to her ass, clearly outlining the shape of her panties.

The distinct triangle pressed against her flesh—so visible. I wanted to rush over, lift the fabric, pull down her panties, press my cock between her ass cheeks, and conquer her completely.

I wanted to ravage her body without restraint.

And then—like magic, like a dream—it happened.

Just as she turned toward the front door, I suddenly wrapped my arms around her from behind.

I crushed her lips with mine, sucking deeply into her moist, parted mouth.

The fragrant taste of her lipstick tingled in my nose, stoking the fire of lust in my chest.

Hot, fierce, it surged upward like wildfire—unstoppable, consuming.

I forced my tongue past her lips. She responded wildly, sucking my tongue, swallowing my saliva as if starving for it.

Her breasts pressed firmly against my chest, warm and inviting.

I grabbed her homewear, yanking it upward in one motion, pulling it over her head.

We tore at each other's clothes—frantic, breathless—neither caring who removed what. Like fate demanded it, we were soon naked.

Not as spouses, not as lovers—but like illicit lovers, drunk on bare skin, stripping away every barrier.

Her mature, ripe body stood before me—not a dream, but real—naked, spreading her legs, already secreting moisture in welcome.

I plunged my thumb and middle finger deep into her wet, tangled curls.

My cock throbbed harder, stronger, rising with renewed vigor.

I lowered myself onto her pale, flawless body, placing my hands on her chest, gripping her soft, firm breasts—squeezing, releasing, savoring their fullness.

When I sucked her nipple, her body twisted, twitching.

"Ahh~~"

A sigh escaped her—a soft, deep breath that trembled in the air.

I gently bit the curve of her breast, then trailed my tongue downward, leaving trails of saliva across her skin.

Like an animal marking its territory, I claimed her with my spit—warning other males to stay away. This woman is mine.

The dried saliva whitened on her skin, marking every place I had touched.

I flicked my tongue into her sunken navel, then gazed intently at the place I had fantasized about during countless nights of masturbation.

Her skin was pure, translucent—like flawless jade, as delicate as a child's.

A woman in her thirties, yet her body was ripe, bursting with life—like a fresh salmon flapping wildly, exuding warmth, calling out to the male.

Her body was a paradox—simultaneously cool and hot, intoxicating.

Where my tongue first touched, there was a faint bitterness, a coolness—but when I parted her folds, scorching heat gushed out.

The warmth felt like molten lava seeping from within.

"Huuu~~"

My cock, already long and rigid, was ready—aching to enter.

I climbed over her and guided her hand to my shaft.

Her trembling fingers hesitated, then gently closed around the base.

Her slow, tender strokes were maddening. My cock was so inflamed, so desperate, that restraint was impossible. I had to enter her.

She was already wet, dripping, waiting for me.

I circled her entrance, probing, then pushed forward—parting the soft mound—and slid inside.

Tight—like a virgin's passage. My cock pressed stiffly against her inner walls, forcing its way through.

"Aaah~ It hurts… Ah~"

Juices flowed from her slit, lubricating the path, making the tip of my cock bloom wider.

I thrust deeper, pushing my hips forward.

"Aaahhhhk~ Uuuummm~~"

Seeing her pain, I paused. Pulling out slowly, I eased back in.

"Aa~ Haa~ Uuuhm"

She moaned in delicate ecstasy, then pulled my hips closer.

Enduring the pain, she welcomed me fully.

The first penetration succeeded.

Now came the challenge—going deeper. As I pushed further, she winced, her brows tightening, her body convulsing.

I stopped."Should I stop?"

"Do it… however you want… I can bear it…"

I pulled out and thrust again, widening the tunnel, digging deeper.

She was tight—like a virgin. So small, so untouched—like nature's untouched treasure.

Pure. Untamed. A perfect embodiment of innocence.

Yet, in this impulsive act, she was slipping into something deeper, more secretive—into the euphoric pleasure of seduction.

She clung to me fiercely, as if she had waited her whole life for this moment, wrapping her arms around my waist, rocking her hips in rhythm with mine.

My cock, buried in her narrow channel, glided smoothly now, coated with her slick fluid, moving in and out—each stroke bringing us closer to ecstasy.

"Uff~~"

After so long without a woman, I neared the edge of release. My lower body tensed, and I felt the hot train of cum racing through the tunnel of my cock.

"Uuuh… Uuuh… Hnnn…"

Clutching the beautiful woman, coming deep inside her sacred place, I trembled with the overwhelming triumph of conquest and pleasure.

With a 4-meter force, I emptied myself inside her—so powerfully I could almost hear the splash against her inner walls.

I pulled out and slammed back in, unleashing wave after wave.

She pulled me deeper, taking every inch, filling herself with me.

The dry spring within her was now soaked with thick, sticky liquid.

"It was… so good…"

Her voice was tender, mournful—like a woman bidding farewell to her lover leaving for military service.

"You have such a beautiful body…"

I gently caressed her breast, and she melted into my arms.

Holding her soft body close, her legs wrapped around my waist, I drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Days ago, I had masturbated, fantasizing about her. Now, that same cock rested peacefully—in her hands.