Chapter 1 — The Hypocrite's True Intentions

Days of relentless rain.

If only it poured down cool and cleansing, maybe my heart would feel lighter too... But no, it drizzles—endlessly, maddeningly.

Only my mind grows more restless.

Drizzle, drizzle. Ugh, I hate this. Seriously...

Below, my cock is burning, restless, twitching with need.

Ah... I don't feel like working at all.

My boss's nagging this morning still echoes in my head, but my body and heart have a mind of their own.

Eh, might as well go chat someone up and hook up tonight.

Without hesitation, I head straight to the PC bang.

I grab a secluded corner, reflexively logging into Club* and Se, minimizing them.

I kill time browsing the internet.

Time to get to work properly.

I start spamming messages like crazy.

Wanna meet up?

Wanna go somewhere?

Grab a coffee?

Have dinner?

At least talk...

My body's already heated, my mood sour... and my cock's screaming at me to hand over my pussy.

I fire off blunt, direct messages with zero filter—whatever happens, happens. Screw it.

Even sending messages costs money now.

I keep thinking about breaking even, clinging to the stubborn belief that I will land someone. lol

But after endless attempts, not a single reply. I'm drained...

Maybe this isn't the way? I remember the saying: The more in a hurry, the more you should slow down.

[It's hard to meet good people, isn't it? With this endless drizzle, I just want to meet someone nice and share a simple beer.]

Could she be as hungry as I am?

She's been checking my profile, back and forth. Messages start popping up from all over.

One in particular catches my eye.

[Where are you?]

[Nice to meet you. I'm in **-dong. How about you?]

[Wow. I'm in **-dong too… We're right next to each other!]

Oh~ That feels promising. Neighbors. And she replies instantly. I go in hard.

[Yeah, we're really close. If you're free, want to grab a beer sometime?]

[Yeah, I do like beer… but I have to go to Seoul today.]

Damn. She's going to Seoul. Too bad. Should I give up?

[Oh, so you're not from around here?]

[No, I live in Bucheon. My husband works here, so I come by on weekends.]

[Even so, if you've got time… we could still have that beer.]

I push insistently, recklessly, with no regard for subtlety.

Only one goal in mind: meet you… and have you.

After sending wave after wave of reassuring messages, I finally get her to agree—just a light, casual drink.

[Where should we meet?]

[You know the *** department store in front of the terminal? There's an overpass right beside it. Let's meet there.]

[I'm not really familiar with the area...]

[Oh, just go there—you'll see the overpass right next to it. It's obvious. Wait for me underneath. I'll come to you by 6. Be exactly on time.]

I arrive at the meeting spot at 6.

I see her in the distance—the woman who said she was 40, 160cm, 55kg.

Slightly plump, wearing a dress. The body hidden beneath it feels sensual, instantly stirring me.

She looks sophisticated—radiates that "madam" vibe.

She seems aloof… a proud, dignified madam… and for some reason, that sparks a challenge in me.

[Where should we go?]

[I'm not from here, so I don't know. You pick.]

[Alright. Let's go somewhere near the terminal. Close by.]

Normally, when I meet a woman, I've already done the groundwork.

Either I've made it clear we're having sex, or at least strongly hinted at it.

That way, the moment we meet, I go straight in.

If it were any other woman, I'd have flipped her skirt up immediately, inspected her pussy,

then stirred her insides while dragging her to a motel.

But this time was different.

No hints. No signals. Just a plain, ordinary meeting.

I felt a gnawing regret as we walked, searching for a decent bar.

There was a small pub nearby. We went in.

Sipping beer, exchanging light jokes and glances.

I could tell she was into me—her voice was excited, almost sticky with flirtation.

I wanted to pull her close, make her burn right then and there, but the place was empty...

She said she'd fought with her husband and was in a bad mood. Lonely.

She kept texting and calling him occasionally.

But he seemed busy—told her he was out drinking with coworkers, told her to be careful.

That only made her feel more abandoned. And secretly, I was singing with joy. lol

I barely touched my beer, deliberately encouraging her to drink more.

[I can take you home later…]

I tested the waters on purpose.

[Yeah, I should go… but… wanna grab one more drink nearby?]

Oh? One more drink? What's this?

[Wait… want to buy a few beers and go to a motel instead?]

The words slipped out before I could stop them. lol

[What?!]

She stiffened, shocked.

Playing innocent, huh?

[Then… how about karaoke?]

[Sure. Let's go to a karaoke near the terminal.]

We entered the karaoke room.

The owner seemed to get the vibe—led us to the quietest, most secluded room in the back.

She was slightly tipsy now, in a good mood, humming along.

Completely sealed off. lol

We started singing.

The moment the music began, I pressed myself against her from behind like glue.

My already rock-hard cock rubbed against her ass, covered only by her thin skirt.

One hand groped her breasts while the other slid down, making my cock swell even thicker—

thick enough for her to feel every inch.

She flinched, startled, but didn't pull away.

I slipped my hand under her skirt.

[Ah... no~!!]

She protested weakly.

But I ignored her, sliding my fingers into her panties, groping her ass.

Then I pushed her down onto the couch.

I lifted her hips and yanked her panties off.

[Ah..~! No!!!]

I quickly dropped my pants.

Then I shoved my thick, raging cock straight into her pussy.

Sliiiide...!!

[Ah.. Ah...]

I stayed still, buried deep. My thick cock twitched, savoring the heat of her inner walls.

[You're bad...!]

She whispered.

Bad? You really think that's bad? You're loving it. Dying for it. lol

I started moving my hips.

Left three, right three.

Left two, right four.

Changing rhythm, teasing, dominating her.

That proud, aloof woman—the dignified madam—began moaning.

[Ah!!!!! Ah!!!! Ah!!!!]

Her voice rose not by one tone, but two—screaming, almost shrieking.

Pure, unfiltered excitement.

I stood her up and took her from behind.

One hand gripping the karaoke screen, I pounded into her from behind.

[Ah.. ha. Ah.. ha. Huh.. huh..]

She was nearly collapsing.

In the quiet room filled with soft instrumental music, her screams and the wet slap of my thrusts.

A thrilling combination.

Now she was fully aroused—she pushed me down onto the couch and climbed on top.

Was she tasting my cock? Slowly grinding her hips, still fully impaled.

She let my cock explore every hidden corner of her pussy.

Ah. She's really savoring it. Is she the one eating me alive?

I groped her tits and kissed her passionately.

[Your pussy is delicious... so hot and tight...]

[Your cock is so thick, it fills me completely... Ah.. I love it. I love how it twitches inside me!]

After riding me for a while, she gasped.

[Ah... Ah.. Baby... I think I'm gonna come... Ah..... Ah..]

She cried out hotly and collapsed onto my chest.

A moment later...

I laid her on the table and spread her legs wide.

She still had her dress on—seeing her like that turned me on even more.

I stood tall, driving my cock deep into her pussy.

She'd already come multiple times, completely spent.

But my hot cock reignited the fire in her body.

She accepted every thrust with burning moans and trembling limbs.

[Ah.. baby.. I.... again... again... I'm gonna come...]

[Ah.. me too...]

I felt my climax approaching and whispered in her ear.

[Baby... I'm about to come. Can I cum inside?]

[Y-yes.. it's okay.. cum inside me...]

[Y-yes.... Huh. Huh. Huh. Puck. Puck.. Puck..]

[I'm coming~]

[Uh.. Uh. Uh..]

[Ah.. Ah...]

I emptied my scorching load deep inside her.

A brief silence...

I let my cock twitch inside her hot, wet pussy.

[Ah.. I... I never meant for this to happen...]

Haha. I couldn't help but laugh at her saying that.

Anyway... I'd achieved my goal that day.

And she? She left with an unexpected—thrilling—experience burning in her memory.

Even now, just thinking about that day... my lower half grows heavy with desire.