Chapter 1 — The Bride's Affair

Promoted to a managerial position and transferred to a provincial post, I'd already been living alone for six months. By now, I'd grown accustomed to solitude, and even started to enjoy it.

"Happy birthday, honey… Did you have your seaweed soup today?"

It was my wife's call the moment I arrived at work that reminded me it was my 46th birthday.

Every year, though never lavishly, I'd always sat down to a birthday meal prepared by my wife. But this year, I hadn't even had breakfast, let alone seaweed soup.

All day, a deep melancholy settled over me, and I found myself questioning why I was living like this at all.

"Chief, you look so down today. Let's grab a drink—it's been a while!"

As quitting time arrived, one of my junior staff grabbed my arm, and I let myself be led away, eager to drown my gloom at a local sushi bar.

But then, one of the team who'd briefly stepped out returned, holding a cake box.

"Happy birthday, Chief… It must be lonely, celebrating alone?"

"What? How did you all know…?"

Before I could even process the surprise, they'd lit the candles. Overcome with emotion, my chest tightened, and I blew them out in one breath.

Applause erupted.

"Happy birthday, Chief! Wishing you health and happiness this year!"

My entire mood, so heavy all day, lifted instantly into a wide, beaming smile—when a soft voice came from behind.

"Congratulations…"

I turned quickly to see a woman sitting alone, a small plate of raw fish and a bottle of soju before her.

Someone once said joy doubles when shared.

"Thank you for the wishes," I said with a nod, then cut a slice of cake and brought it over to her.

We shared the cake, then poured soju, toasting and chatting as the night wore on. By the time the sashimi was nearly gone, we were all pleasantly drunk, and it was time to call it a night.

"You've all been wonderful… This Saturday, I'll treat you properly. But for now, let's wrap it up."

Reluctantly parting from the young staff, I headed back to my dorm, my spirits finally light—until I turned into a dark alley and spotted a huddled figure ahead.

Probably someone drunk, about to vomit, I thought, ready to pass by. But when I realized it was a woman, my feet stopped on their own.

"Um… Are you okay?"

I approached the crouched figure. She lifted her head, swaying slightly, and looked at me.

"I'm fine… Oh… You're the birthday man, right? Heh heh…"

Only then did I recognize her—she was the woman who'd quietly congratulated me at the restaurant.

"Oh my, I didn't realize it was you… Haha… But you're pretty drunk, aren't you?"

"Uhh… A little… Heh…"

If this was fate, then so be it. I'd always had a soft spot for women. I couldn't just leave her.

"Where do you live? Let me take you home."

"Uhh… Home? Mmm… I don't know…"

She tried to stand, but suddenly collapsed toward me. I barely caught her.

"Goodness… This won't do. Why don't you come to my place and rest a bit?"

"Uhh… Okay… Let's go… Let's go… Ahhh…"

I was in a tight spot, but had no choice but to support her stumbling form back to my dorm. The moment we entered my room, she collapsed onto the floor.

I stepped into the bathroom to wash my hands, cold water running over my skin as my mind raced.

Is this a gift that fell into my lap? Should I just take it? No… I don't even know who she is. What if I get into trouble later?

I decided to wait, to observe a little longer, and stepped back out.

"Uhh… Why… haven't you taken off my clothes? Uhh… You're not planning to sleep alone again tonight?"

I had no idea what she was talking about.

She couldn't be older than her mid-twenties—certainly not married. Yet she was calling me "you," as if I were her husband, and asking me to undress her.

Isn't it strange? When a woman resists, a man wants to undress her by force. But when she begs for it, unease creeps in, and I hesitated.

"Ahh… Fine… Then I'll do it myself… Heh heh…"

She sat up unsteadily and began fumbling with the buttons of her jacket. Curiosity sparked in me, and I watched, wondering just how far she'd go.

Her jacket came off, revealing a dark gray turtleneck. Without pause, she pulled it up and over her head, leaving only a yellow lace bra.

"Uhh… Gulp!!"

My eyes widened. I swallowed hard, staring at her face now fully visible.

Her deep brown hair, slightly curled at the shoulders, framed a delicate face with sharp, attractive features. Her body beneath the bra was slender, not an ounce of fat.

As I stared, her hands moved down to her black pants, wriggling her hips as she struggled to pull them down.

When the pants reached mid-thigh, a yellow triangle panty—matching the bra—peeked out like a butterfly. The flimsy fabric barely covered her mound, and dark pubic hair showed faintly beneath. The snug yellow panties clung to her plump, inviting labia, and I found them incredibly alluring.

When the pants slid past her calves and off her ankles, her legs—smooth as milk—appeared, exquisitely sensual.

"See… You thought I couldn't do it? Heh heh…"

I stood frozen, swallowing repeatedly, unable to speak as she stripped.

Now in only bra and panties, her hands moved back to her chest. Without unhooking it, she simply lifted the bra up, exposing soft, heavy breasts and dark, erect nipples.

I watched, breathless. The moment her breasts were fully bare, my cock stirred beneath my pants, swelling slowly but surely.

"Heh heh… Watch closely… Uhh… I'll take more off… Uhh…"

Now her hands moved down to the last piece—the panties.

"Wha—what… Gulp… Gulp…"

She stared straight at me, eyes hazy, and began pulling the panties down.

As her dark pubic hair came into view, my chest pounded, my whole body trembling.

She fumbled a few times, but persisted, finally stripping them off completely. Now she lay entirely naked—like a newborn baby, not a thread on her body.

"Uhh… Why aren't you undressing? Uhh…"

It wasn't that I didn't want to. I was just stunned, afraid of how surreal this was.

"Damn it… You're the only one naked… Uhh damn…"

"Heh heh… Hey… Hey!!"

But then, through her drunken haze, a single tear glistened in her eye.

"Hic… Sir… I'm… I'm sorry…"

"W-what? What's going on?"

I stood bewildered as she continued.

"Hic… The truth is… I got married two months ago…"

Her parents, embarrassed by how freely she socialized with men, had rushed her into marriage. But her husband was nothing like her, and she couldn't bear living with him.

"Tonight… he went on a business trip… I was lonely… so I had a drink… Hic…"

They say a woman's tears are her greatest weapon. Just moments ago, I'd been afraid. But seeing her cry, my heart ached, and I stepped forward, gently pulling her naked body into my arms.

Her skin was unbelievably soft—like a baby's. My lips found hers, and I thrust my tongue inside. Despite the smell of alcohol, the kiss was sweet.

My mouth moved down, finding her brown nipples, sucking them between my lips. She writhed, her legs slowly parting.

I kept sucking as my hand slid between her legs. My palm brushed her coarse pubic hair, then my fingers found her wetness—slick and warm.

"Hah… Ahhh… Sir… Ahhh… Ahhh…"

When my fingers reached her slit, her pussy juice was already overflowing, slippery and thick.

I pressed two fingers inside. She squirmed, then lifted her hips, silently begging for deeper penetration.

I pulled my fingers out and stood abruptly, tearing off my clothes.

The moment my underwear came off and my erect cock sprang free, she gasped—almost moaned.

It had been six months since my promotion and transfer—six months of solitude. And now, this unexpected affair.

I moved toward her, pulling her close as I lay down. But she suddenly sat up, slid beneath me, and grabbed my cock with both hands.

In an instant, she took it into her mouth.

"Hah… Oooh suck!! Uhh… Ahh… Ahh…"

No wonder she'd claimed to be a virgin earlier—her blowjob technique was astonishing. Her tongue flicked gently, then plunged deep, her lips tightening, her tongue tapping rhythmically. She poured every ounce of warmth from her mouth into my shaft.

Within minutes, my cock was on the verge of exploding.

"Hah… Hah… S-stop… I'm… I'm… going to… Ahh… Ahh…"

But she ignored me. Instead, she pursed her lips tightly, avoiding her teeth, and shook her head violently.

I couldn't hold back. My load erupted into her hot mouth.

"Uhh… Gulp… Gulp… Hic… Hah… Gulp…"

Eyes closed, she swallowed every drop, making loud gulping sounds each time my cum hit her throat. Only when the last drop was gone did she finally release my cock, lying back and spreading her legs wide.

I'd just come, my strength not yet returned, but I crawled forward, dragging myself between her trembling thighs.

Her labia were flushed red, glistening with wetness. Was it true that beautiful women had beautiful pussies too? Hers was slick and pulsing slightly, waiting for me.

Wanting to return the favor, I buried my face between her legs and flicked out my tongue.

She arched her back, craving more. Clearly, what she wanted now was sex.

I lifted my head, then lowered my heavy body onto hers.

As my hips dropped and my cock plunged deep into her soaked pussy, her arms wrapped tightly around my chest.

I felt her soft, jiggling breasts press against me as I thrust in and out, pounding into her like a mortar.

Her mouth hung open, gasping, her hips and shoulders jerking wildly.

Suddenly, her arms tightened, her hips lifting sharply—then a hot flood of pussy juice gushed over my balls, soaking them.

But my second load hadn't recovered yet. My breath grew ragged, rising into my throat.

I'd never sweated much, but now, drenched from exertion, beads of sweat formed on my forehead and dripped slowly down onto her flushed cheeks.

She'd reached orgasm, but overwhelmed by heat, she pulled her arms from her chest up to her neck, hugging herself tightly.

I don't know how much time passed. My thrusting slowed as exhaustion set in—when suddenly, the signal came: my second load was ready.

And as if we were perfectly matched, the moment my cock erupted inside her, her pussy gushed again, drenching me in a second wave of hot juice.

For a long while, we lay entangled, breathing hard, unable to move.

"Uhh… Sir… That was… really good… Hic…"

Finally, she loosened her grip around my neck and smiled softly.

I pulled my cock out of her pussy and kissed her lips gently.

"Uhh… Sir… Can I stay here tonight? Uhh heh heh…"

"Uh… Of course… I'm lonely too… Uhh heh heh…"

That night, I didn't sleep a wink with her beside me. But of the 46 years I'd lived, this had been the most thrilling, intoxicating birthday—thanks to the newlywed bride's wandering heart.

We still meet occasionally. But I suspect she's shared this same night with other men, too.