Chapter 1 — The Flower in Both Hands - Part 1 (1)

David Bongsik felt his member swell with excitement when Sarah Jeong-ae, sitting beside him at dinner, let her fingers brush against his crotch.

"Stop touching me now."

"Why? You don't like it?"

"Who said I don't?"

Sarah shot him a sideways glance, then used her free hand to pick up a side dish and place it into his open mouth. He chewed and asked,

"But why stop?"

"Because... it feels so bare and awkward, the way it writhes in my hand."

Even without thinking, the thin fabric of his short house pants offered no real barrier—her hand closed around him as if he were completely naked.

David glanced downward and saw it clearly: his erect member straining through the flimsy material, gripped tightly by Sarah's pale fingers.

Blushing, she didn't let go—instead, she gently stroked, releasing and gripping again as if testing its weight.

"And it's so big, too."

"You've touched it more than once, haven't you?"

David set his spoon down.

"Why aren't you eating more?"

"I've had enough."

He naturally pulled her close, and Sarah obediently leaned into him. His arm, draped over her shoulder, slipped beneath her armpit and cupped her full breast. She shivered, both ticklish and embarrassed.

"You're not wearing a bra?"

"Ahh... I don't know. My husband, Thomas's dad, told me not to wear one."

"So you took it off before coming over?"

"I don't know..."

Sarah sounded shy, her voice sweet with coyness.

She kept her hand on his member while letting him grope her breast.

Their eyes met.

Sarah gazed at his face, then slowly parted her full lips. David closed the distance and kissed her.

Soft lips. Familiar. Their mouths and tongues entwined, exchanging saliva in a practiced rhythm.

Just as heat began to consume them—the doorbell rang.

"It's Nina. I should go."

"Yeah... I guess so."

Sarah looked at him, her eyes brimming with affection.

"I don't want to let you go."

"Ugh."

She pouted, and it looked beautiful.

"Nina, you're here already?"

"Yes. Seeing you here, Teacher must be late again, right?"

"Yeah. She said she had things to do at school. I was just leaving after dinner at their place."

It was true—Sarah and David's wife, Claire, were close friends who lived in the same apartment building.

Memories flooded David's mind: last autumn, when Sarah had moved into the building.

"Ah... honey... I'm dying. I'm dying!"

Her sizable buttocks twisted side to side. From deep inside her, thick arousal oozed out, soaking the area around his thrusting member.

David panted heavily, thrusting his hips again and again.

"You feel incredible every time."

"Ahh... haaah... you like it? Ahh... I'm going crazy."

"Of course I do. Push your hips back more."

Just as scorching, wet pleasure filled the room, both Claire and David collapsed onto the bed, moaning long and deep.

It had started long ago. At first, Claire had resisted his persistent advances. They'd met a few times, and once—drunk—they'd slept together. Then she got pregnant.

To Claire, it felt like the sky had collapsed. She'd wanted to abort. Marrying this man?

But due to her stubborn father, she married David anyway. Still, resentment lingered in her heart.

Yet their married life became unexpectedly good.

Seeing his strong, masculine body moving over her softened her feelings toward him.

They'd been married for years now—Thomas was already in fourth grade.

They had become an ordinary, loving couple. Though a part of Claire's heart remained closed to him, David was content.

As he held her, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead, Claire suddenly said,

"By the way... do you know my friend Sarah?"

"Sarah?"

He couldn't recall at first.

"You don't? The nice one I told you about?"

Suddenly, a woman's face came to mind. He'd seen her several times before, but time had erased her name. It had been nearly two years.

She was the friend who'd warmly welcomed him whenever Claire had been conflicted about their relationship.

"Oh, that friend?"

"Pfft. You know perfectly well. You even got drunk once and told me she was the kind of woman you liked."

"When did I ever say that?"

He flatly denied it, then asked,

"But why are you bringing her up now?"

"Yeah. She's moving. Right into our building!"

"What? Really?"

"Oh, look at you, happy now! Sarah's moving in, and you're thrilled?"

"Who's happy? It'd just be awkward living near someone you know."

Claire laughed teasingly.

"Pfft. You don't mean that."

"But why is she suddenly moving?"

"You're curious, aren't you?"

"A little. I mean, she's just moving here."

"Well... she's the eldest daughter-in-law. She lived with her mother-in-law, taking care of her father-in-law. But he remarried, so she had to move out."

"I see. The old man probably wants to be alone with his new wife."

"Hoho. That's part of it. But apparently, he's wanted to give her independence for years because of how hard life's been for her as a daughter-in-law."

"What a decent father-in-law."

"By the way, honey."

"Yeah?"

"Are you busy this Saturday? Going to the office?"

"Not sure."

"If you're not busy..."

He sensed something burdensome coming.

"I am busy!"

"How can you be busy? Sarah's moving this Saturday—you have to help."

"So soon? And why should I help? I'm busy!"

"Come on. I have to go to school, and her husband's on a business trip. There's no one else!"

"What does that have to do with me?"

"She's my friend. And you said you liked her. The movers will do most of it—you just need to be around."

Saturday morning. His wife Claire woke David still buried in the blankets.

"Let me sleep more. Leave me alone!"

"It's already late... I'll take Thomas out, so you eat breakfast and go help Sarah with her move. Okay?"

"Fine! Whatever!"

The door closed. He heard his wife and son leave.

He got up, washed, ate the breakfast Claire had left, and went downstairs. But Sarah's moving truck hadn't arrived yet.

He sat on a swing at the playground, killing time. Soon, a moving van pulled in and stopped in front of his building. A car followed, and Sarah stepped out.

"Oh! You actually came!"

"If I didn't, your mom would beat me to death!"

"Hoho. Don't feel too pressured."

Her belongings weren't much. Her husband planned to replace all the furniture and electronics when he returned from his trip.

After living with in-laws, she had little of her own.

As Sarah turned to look at him while unpacking, she asked,

"Are you hungry? Should I order something?"

He was hungry—he'd eaten poorly that morning.

They ordered Chinese food from a nearby restaurant.

"Wow, it came so fast!"

"Haha. This place is lightning fast."

After eating, fatigue suddenly overwhelmed her. Sarah noticed.

"It's almost done. You should go. I can finish the rest."

"What? Don't say that. We're just getting started. Let's hurry and finish."

David stood and started gathering things. Sarah gave up and let him work.

In the kitchen, she was arranging dishes.

"Didn't the movers put these away?"

"I told them to leave these—they're valuable. Oh my, look at you, Mr. Thomas's dad—so sweaty! Wait a second."

She handed him a cold drink. He took it, eyes fixed on her.

Calm, composed—and still as slender as a young girl.

"What? Is something on my face?"

"Ah, no... I mean... Sarah, you haven't changed at all since back then."

"Hoho. Hasn't it been years?"

As they talked, David suddenly realized—he was alone with her in this spacious apartment. He felt slightly awkward.

"Now that it's done, you should go. Thanks so much for your help today."

"Help? Don't mention it. I'll head out then. Call me if you need anything."

"Okay, then."

"Ah, ah—don't come out! Just keep working."

As he closed the door, he glanced back. She was crouched, arranging dishes—her full buttocks caught his eye, making his heart race for no reason.

After that, as they passed each other in the hall, exchanging casual greetings, something changed. Seeing Sarah now felt different from when she'd been just Claire's friend.

Before, she'd been a side character in their couple's outings. Now, she was the head of her own household, living a stable life.

It was early evening. The weather was cool, and his son Thomas had fallen asleep early. As David watched TV, his eyes met Claire's.

"I want to."

"You want to?"

His thick, dark member pushed into Claire's. She wrapped her whole body around him, breathing hotly.

Spreading her legs wide, she lifted her hips with every thrust.

He licked her with his tongue, moving his strong body. Wet, obscene sounds rose from below, stoking his lust further.

Ding-dong... ding-dong...

Of all times.

Claire pushed David away. He grumbled as he stood and checked the intercom—Sarah's face appeared on the screen, from the 15th floor.

This time, Claire grumbled, hastily throwing on a loose dress and stepping out.

"What is it at this hour?"

"Yeah. My husband came back from his trip. He brought something from China—I thought I'd share."

"Sharing with us...?"

"Hoho. Was I interrupting something intimate? Sorry for the early-night disturbance."

"Early night? What do you mean'early night'?"

"You two still go at it this often, like newlyweds? Does your husband still demand it?"

Back in their newlywed days, she'd complained he was like a leech clinging to the night sea, leaving her too exhausted to sleep.

"Well... he wanted to, so I had to play wife."

"Live it up."

"What else is life for?"

Sarah glanced toward the bedroom and whispered,

"Have fun being loved all night by your husband."

"You too—your husband's back from his trip. Have fun in his arms."

Sarah shot her a look and left.

Living in the same building, they grew increasingly comfortable with each other.

They went to amusement parks together. When cooking felt like a chore, Sarah came over to eat, or Claire went to her place.

"Sarah, I'll be late from school today—can you make sure my husband eats?"

When Claire was late, she used to call David to remind him to feed Thomas. Now, with a friend nearby, it was easier.

"I keep bothering you..."

"No, not at all. Eat well, Thomas."

"Yes."

One day, Claire had a work dinner and would be late.

After getting her call, David went up to the 15th floor with Thomas. Dinner was already prepared—now it was routine.

He sat, watching Sarah serve food to her daughter Nina.

She had a figure similar to Claire's, but her wrists and fingers were slender, delicate as she picked up food with chopsticks.

"Mr. Thomas's dad must be busy every day—must earn a lot, right?"

"I'm just a regular employee. What's there to earn?"

After dinner, she even brought coffee.

"Thanks, the meal was great. The food suits my taste perfectly."

"Hoho. Really?"

"Yes, your cooking is amazing. How do you make it so delicious?"

"Oh, Mr. Thomas's dad, you flatter me."

He'd heard from Claire that her mother was a great cook.

It was late autumn. Claire had gone on a training trip, and Thomas had been picked up early by his grandmother. David was finally free—his friends called to meet.

He drank heavily with hometown friends when Claire called.

"What are you doing?"

"Drinking with friends."

"Don't drink too much. You always overdo it when you see your old buddies!"

"Got it. Are you coming tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yeah. Drink less."

"Got it."

But past 11 p.m., then midnight, no one thought of going home.

When he woke up, his head was still foggy. He'd drunk too much.

Thirsty, he went to the kitchen. There, Claire—supposedly on training—was washing vegetables at the sink, a bubbling stew beside her.

Her white neck, bare under an apron. Her slim waist, full buttocks.

Still half-drunk, David's cock stiffened at the sight.

He crept up behind her, slipped his hands under her arms, and cupped both breasts. His hard member pressed against her buttocks.

"Oh!"

He squeezed her breasts with both hands, pressing his lower body closer, whispering,

"When did you get back? You said you'd come tomorrow afternoon."

Her body trembled. Then—

"Mr. Thomas's dad... I'm... not Claire."

"W-what?"

He froze, speechless.

"Mr. Thomas's dad... your hands..."

Only then did David realize—he was still gripping her breasts.

The sensation flooded back—soft, warm—and he yanked his hands away.

"S-sorry..."

He wanted to vanish into a crack in the floor. Helpless, he watched her reaction.

Her neck flushed red as she lowered her head, stammering,

"I... you must've thought I was Claire. She called me... said you'd drunk a lot... asked me to make something cool..."

It all made sense.

Sobered instantly, David apologized again and quickly retreated to his room.

How to fix this? He took a cold shower to clear his head.

"Uh... Mrs. Nina's mom..."

"It's fine. You mistook me for Claire."

Her kindness made him immeasurably grateful.

"The stew's ready—please eat. I'll go now."

"Join us?"

"No, I already ate at home."

He sat at the table after she left.

"What an idiot. Can't even tell my wife from another woman..."

The feeling of her breasts lingered in his hands. Brief as it was, the sensation returned.

Were they like Claire's? Or slightly bigger? One thing—he thought Sarah's were softer, fuller, more yielding than his wife's.

Back home, Sarah's heart still raced. How drunk could he have been to confuse his wife with another woman?

She entered her room and leaned against the bed.

The memory overwhelmed her—her face burned with embarrassment.

Then she lowered her head, looking at her own breasts.

At home, she wore a loose T-shirt, a thin bra—her full breasts clearly visible.

They rose and fell with each breath.

Unconsciously, she cupped them with both hands.

Soft, yielding.

Not just breasts—her secret, her identity as a woman.

And now, another man's hands—Thomas's dad—had touched them.

How shocked she'd been when his thick hands closed around them.

Even now, she could feel his palms—her face flushed again.

Then, she let one hand drop, gently stroking her buttocks.

Full, soft.

"Oh my god..."

The memory replayed—the sensation returned.

Like a club pressing into her. Claire had once said David's member was huge, that it hurt during their dating days. But how big could it be?

Just now, pressed against her buttocks—it had felt like a solid, unyielding rod. A shock.

"What do I do now? How can I face Mr. Thomas's dad? Ah, I don't know~."

Her face burned, yet the moment replayed vividly in her mind.

After that, David felt too embarrassed to face Sarah and avoided her.

But living in the same building, they couldn't avoid each other forever. When they met, they exchanged polite greetings, but the memory wouldn't fade.

Coming home one day, he found Sarah visiting, chatting with Claire.

"You're here?"

"Yes."

He greeted her, her face slightly flushed with shyness, then changed clothes.

Claire offered fruit and drinks, motioning for him to sit.

How long could they keep this awkwardness up?

"The weather's nice. Tomorrow, let's take the kids to the amusement park. Isn't Nina's dad home?"

Thomas was thrilled. Claire bustled around at dawn, packing kimbap.

Sarah, wearing loose pants that accentuated her slim waist, walked holding her daughter Nina's hand.

The kids screamed with joy at the rides.

"Mom, do you like these rides?"

Claire answered for her,

"She's loved them since middle school. Doesn't look like it, does she? Hoho..."

As they played, the awkwardness slowly faded. Now, seeing each other didn't feel so unbearable.

They came upon the spinning teacups.

"Let's ride this!"

But Nina's dad and Claire quickly sat on a nearby bench.

With no choice, David sat in front with Thomas, Sarah and Nina behind.

The boat slowly moved, then suddenly plunged downward from a height.

"Oh my!"

The kids and Sarah screamed. David felt a strange sensation—Sarah, thrown forward, instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist.

He felt her arms and hands against his abdomen, her soft, warm breasts pressed against his back.

As the boat spun faster, she clung tighter, pressing against him.

She probably didn't even realize she was doing it.

"Fun? Did you kids have fun?"

"Yeah!..."

The kids' voices rang loud.

After playing all day, they felt closer, more at ease.

"You seem to enjoy the rides more than the kids. Aren't you tired?"

Claire teased. David mumbled with kimbap in his mouth,

"I am a kid!"

"Pfft!"