Chapter 1 — The Lonely Goose

"It's not working… you lie down."

She grabbed the limp cock in her hand, precisely guided it into her hole, and began moving up and down. The flaccid thing, now gripped tightly, seemed unable to resist the rhythmic grinding—soon the white man stiffened completely, face twisted in effort as he fought back ejaculation. If she kept riding him like this, he'd shoot his load before she even felt an orgasm, then collapse uselessly. She had to be careful. Lifting her arm, she let her dangling breasts fall free as the man reached to grab them.

"Hey… don't touch my tits! It hurts!"

He ignored her, wrapping his arms around her waist instead. But far too quickly, he shot a thin stream deep inside her and collapsed.

"Jesus… are you even a real man? Where's the strength of a baby-sucker gone?"

She roughly wiped herself with toilet paper, rushed into the bathhouse for a quick rinse, then stumbled back into the room. Without a word, she tossed a few crumpled twenty-dollar bills onto the bed where the white man lay sprawled, and hurried out of the motel, already dialing a number.

"Honey… I miss you…"

"Yeah… keep it short. International calls cost a fortune."

"Aren't you lonely?"

"How could I be? I'm busting my bones sending money over there—just save it wisely, okay?"

"Got it… honey. Thomas's English has gotten amazing, and now I can speak English so it just spills out, you know?"

"That's good. Even if my shoulders dislocate, I'll keep sending money. Keep working hard."

"Honey… I really love you."

David Lee had long believed it was better to spend the money meant for private tutoring on overseas early education—learning English and absorbing advanced culture at once. That's why he'd sent his wife, Sarah Lee, and their son, Hyung-sik, to study in New Zealand. When his wife suggested gathering several early study-abroad students and running a local boarding house—better than letting a child live alone in a foreign dormitory—it sounded so brilliant to him he couldn't say no.

A full year had passed. He'd expected them to return at least once during the holidays for ancestral rites, but they claimed airfare was too expensive and sent only an email greeting instead.

Whenever his wife's face grew hazy in memory, he'd look at family photos to soothe the ache. Late nights, when he came home starving, his ribs pressing against his spine, he'd imagine her warm bowl of rice steaming gently before him—but all he ever found in the cupboard was a single instant noodle packet, which he'd boil noisily and eat as if it were happiness itself.

"Assistant Manager Park… you've been looking awfully thin lately."

"Yeah… just feeling spring fever, I guess."

"You don't eat breakfast before coming in?"

"What bold man these days has time for breakfast?"

Emma Kim looked at Assistant Manager Park, who answered casually, and felt a pang of pity.

"Sir… your marriage is going well, right?"

"Great. Absolutely great."

"That's strange… your shirts are always wrinkled."

"Listen, Miss Kim… Assistant Manager Park's been a goose father—for two whole years now."

"Oh… really? No wonder…"

Nobody particularly cared about others' lives, and being naturally introverted, Park never shared his situation. Almost no one at work knew he lived alone.

"Who washes your socks? Your underwear? Your shirts?"

Mi-ae, usually reserved, suddenly couldn't stop asking questions, chattering like someone starved for details.

"Miss Kim… if you get it, shut up and get back to work."

By day, he'd loaf around, but once employees started leaving one by one, he'd settle in for serious work—pulling all-nighters had become routine since his life as a lone goose father took root. To his subordinates, though, it was nothing short of oppressive.

After learning about Park's nocturnal habits through Mi-ae, staff began bolting at quitting time without hesitation. Soon, the office stood empty and silent. Left alone, Park lit a cigarette, absently blowing smoke rings into the air—then, almost unconsciously, pressed the call button.

"What? What is it?"

Sarah Lee answered breathlessly, clearly reluctant, her voice sharp.

"I miss you…"

"Just earn money. You said to save on phone bills."

"This is a company line—doesn't matter. What are you doing now?"

"I'm playing golf, damn it… hurry up and hang up!"

"Golf? Isn't it early morning there?"

"Whatever—just hang up. I'm busy!"

Park had never forgotten his wife Sarah Lee, not for a single moment despite the years apart. He hadn't joined any widower groups for migrant fathers, saving every penny to fund his son's overseas education. Two years had slipped by like this—until recently, when he began sensing her avoidance, her coldness in calls. For the first time, doubt crept in: had it all been pointless?

Left behind at home, Sarah Lee had gone hunting for men. Her husband's rough touch still lingered in memory, but after carefully stroking a limp cock back to life, feeling it stiffen and fill her with its thick, white sausage-like hardness, she'd grown addicted. Now, she was fully chasing white men. With her two-year student visa unlikely to be extended, she faced returning to Korea alone, leaving her son behind. She wanted to make the most of her dwindling freedom—live it beautifully, fiercely.

Humiliated by his subordinates' desertion and stung by his wife's harsh words, Park sat hollow-eyed in his office. Outside, neon signs painted the city in electric hues. Had the phone not rung, he might have stared blankly through another sleepless night.

"Who is it?"

"Sir… it's me, Mi-ae. Aren't you leaving?"

"Eventually… what's up?"

"I'm sorry about earlier… I saw you were still working alone…"

"It's fine. Just the truth coming out, that's all."

"I'm near the office… want to grab a beer at a pojangmacha?"

"Sure… I'll finish tidying my drawer and head out."

Park searched for a bar where Mi-ae might be waiting.

Under bright lights, a live singer strummed an acoustic guitar, filling the space with smooth melodies. On an oak barrel table sat fries and a draft beer. Mi-ae had already downed a few—her flushed cheeks looked radiant.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"No, I was listening to music—lost track of time."

"You like rock?"

"Better than chatty rap. Rock feels like it means something."

Though just a roadside tent bar, for Park—who hadn't shared a drink alone with a woman in two years—the atmosphere felt unexpectedly joy

ful, warmth spreading through his chest.

"How many have you had?"

"Why do you ask?"

"You look a little tipsy."

"Eight."

"Still not married?"

"My standards are high…"

"Shouldn't you hurry?"

"I'm not interested."

"You're enjoying single life?"

"Opportunities just haven't come."

Park didn't mind how easily Mi-ae played along with his jokes. A long-buried hunger for intimacy surged to the surface, tingling all the way to his scalp.

"Have you eaten?"

"Beer is food. Right?"

"Your stomach'll hate you. Want sushi?"

Slightly drunk, their steps unsteady, they arrived at a Japanese restaurant. But as Park reached for the door, Mi-ae quickly stopped him.

"Why? Don't you want to go in?"

"I'm full… maybe later, when my stomach settles. I can't eat more now."

"Let's walk. If we get hungry, we'll eat?"

Park's tongue felt heavy, but Mi-ae, equally intoxicated, slipped her arm through his and walked ahead.

Under the glow of streetlights, cars sped past like bullets. Down a small slope, darkness gathered thick—barely a light to pierce it. The kind of place lovers would kiss, lips brushing in the shadows.

As they walked in the dark, Mi-ae briefly imagined placing Park's hand on her lips. Blushing at her own boldness, she summoned courage and gently pulled his hand toward her mouth.

Park knew he should pretend not to notice—but his arm moved on its own, wrapping around her slender waist. Instead of pulling away, he pressed his thick lips over hers.

Mi-ae didn't resist. Instead, she wrapped both arms around his neck, pressing her entire chest against him, opening her lips and teeth wide, craving his next move.

His tongue slid sweetly into her mouth. She felt it push past her uvula, nearly choking her with sensation.

Before the dizziness faded, another wave of sweetness coursed through her—Park's hand, cautious at first, unbuttoned her blouse and slipped inside, cupping her breast.

"Ugh…"

She startled, swaying—but gritted her teeth, determined to accept this new experience.

Her flesh warmed under his palm, her nipple hardening instantly, sending strange thrills through her body. The pressure of his fingers on her sensitive peak sent sharp pleasure radiating outward.

"Ahh…"

A sweet taste flooded her mouth. Her body began to burn.

Feeling Mi-ae's heat, Park shifted his hand to the curve hidden beneath her skirt. He traced the soft valley between her thighs, watching her reactions, then slowly lifted the hem and slid his hand under, touching the tender inner skin of her thigh. The softness thrilled him.

Her tongue melted in his mouth, warm and supple. His hand, slipping past fabric, gently caressed her breast—then, lifting her skirt, claimed the soft warmth of her inner thigh. The tenderness overwhelmed her. This closeness stirred deep emotion, yet uncertainty made her twist her legs slightly, instinctively blocking further advance.

But Park, sensing her response, ignored the resistance. Driven by desire to touch her most sensitive spot, he placed his hand over her panties.

"Stop… oh god…"

She wanted to push him away, to shove off the man whose eyes burned with lust—but her hidden desire flared, weakening her legs until her entire body leaned heavily on his shoulder.

One finger slipped through the damp slit of her panties.

"Ahh… hah…"

Her outer lips twitched, clenching as if trying to bite down on the invading finger. But the thin fabric only heightened the tension, failing to stop what came next.

She wanted those panties off. Her body trembled, her labia straining as if to devour that finger—and in response, a hot stream gushed out. The moment Park felt the wetness, his finger punched through the side of her panties and plunged in.

As if waiting for it, her outer lips quivered, ready to crush that finger between them. Park rotated it gently, stroking her vaginal walls evenly, then withdrew—only to trace her delicate petals. She ached for more contact, her inner lips fluttering hungrily—but Park teased, circling the bud lightly, deliberately stoking her arousal. Frustrated, Mi-ae grabbed his finger and shoved it deep inside herself. Another surge of liquid burst forth.

"Ahh… I feel it…"

Her body collapsed against Park's shoulder—and suddenly gave way, dropping to the ground.

Park scooped her up and carried her straight into a motel glowing with neon signs in the dark. He threw her onto the bed and pulled her close. As each layer of clothing peeled away, revealing her beautiful body, Park hastily stripped himself bare.

"I'll take a shower first…"

"No… just do it now."

"But I smell…"

"I like it."

He buried his nose in her flower, inhaling the musky, sticky scent, then flicked out his tongue and began licking greedily.

Unlike her usual self, Mi-ae burned with lewd thoughts—she wanted this stranger sucking deep inside her, wanted his flesh buried in hers. Her mind filled with shame and desire. Her petals split open like a bursting pomegranate, revealing soft pink flesh, her legs spreading wide in surrender.

"Put it in… take me…"

She sobbed, shaking Park's shoulders.

"Put what in?"

"That… you know…"

"You have to say it. What do you want me to put in?"

"Ahh… that! Put it in!"

Her crotch was soaked, drenched in slick arousal.

Ashamed of begging so crudely, yet furious that he pretended not to understand, she grabbed his cock with both hands and shoved it violently into her entrance.

"Ahh… that's it, isn't it?"

"Hate you…"

Park lunged forward, burying himself deep into her womb—the first real woman he'd had in two years.

"Don't just thrust—stab me, stir me up!"

Rather than wait for his gentle touch, Mi-ae began wildly rotating her hips, racing toward another climax.

Softness surged. The tight, elastic grip of her vaginal walls—no piston motion needed—sent his mind blank, white-hot. After so long, the pleasure shook his entire body. Each deep thrust drew a scream from Mi-ae, filling the room.

"Squeeze your ass a little tighter…"

He drove himself deep into her petals, shaking her violently, balls slamming into her flesh. The bed creaked, threatening to collapse. One hand crushed her breast, the other wrapped around her shoulder, pouring saliva into her mouth. Feeling his spit slide down her throat in the haze of near-unconscious pleasure, Mi-ae felt utterly possessed—she swallowed greedily, overcome by a perverse sense of fulfillment.

"Take all of me… have me, damn it!"

She screamed wildly, clinging to his neck like a madwoman.

Then, the dam broke. Years of restraint exploded—his seed surged deep into her womb. Meeting his hot flood, Mi-ae convulsed, releasing her own scalding stream, then collapsed, spent.

After a long while, Park lifted the limp Mi-ae and carried her to the bathroom. While the tub filled with hot water, he washed every inch of her with the showerhead, massaging, licking—his tender aftercare bringing her to orgasm again and again.

Her breasts swelled under his touch, nipples hardening as he rubbed them firmly. She trembled, wanting to collapse onto the tiled floor. Park lifted her gently and lowered her into the steaming, full bathtub.

They tangled together in the water. When the hot spray shot directly into her pussy, Park's cock slid in effortlessly. The water heated like molten lava.

Morning sunlight streamed through the window, warming the bodies of the two entwined lovers on the bed.

Mi-ae opened her eyes slowly. Beside her, Park lay sprawled, snoring loudly. She quietly dressed, then shook his shoulder.

"We have to go to work… wake up."

"Today's my day off…"

Sarah Lee had extended her stay by a year to ensure her son's successful overseas education. Park wanted to reclaim what he'd sacrificed—sending endless money to his wife and child—by taking everything from Mi-ae. And Mi-ae, seeing the devoted, lonely goose father, made a silent vow: no matter what she had to give up, she would protect Park.