Chapter 1 — The Lushness of a Woman

Cash gambling, baduk, hold'em, slots.

When I say a woman's body trembles, I mean it literally—the way she quivers when overwhelmed by arousal is exactly how I feel it.

The woman lying beneath me might cry from pleasure, scream out loud, or rake my back with her nails, but it's the movement deep between her legs that truly captures it. That pulsing, fluttering rhythm—that's what "trembling" really means. I prefer words like mating or fucking over the sterile English"sex." They feel more real, more alive.

Anyway, while past memories are good, today I want to write about something recent.

"Clack clack. Clack clack."

"Thank you, this is the academy."

"Hi, yes. I'd like to speak with the principal, please. Is he available?"

"Just a moment. I'll connect you."

It was the voice from the counseling line.

I'm the academy director. I occasionally meet with female clients for consultations.

"This is the principal. Hello."

"Oh! Hello, Director. I wanted to talk today—do you stay open late on Saturdays? I work during the day, so I can only come after hours."

"Yes, come by seven. I'll wait for you."

Her voice carried a sticky, nasal tone—thick with unspoken tension.

I kept working frantically. By 6:30, all the staff had left, and I was alone, finishing up.

As I turned off the lights in each classroom, I saw her walk into the office.

I guided her into my room and began listening to her concerns.

As we talked, I studied her carefully. Her face glowed with sensuality. She wore a low-cut yellow T-shirt that exposed the full roundness of her breasts. As I leaned over a book to explain something, she bent forward slightly, and I could just make out the outline of her nipples.

My cock instantly swelled, pounding against my pants. My heart raced.

Her hips sat provocatively on the chair, soft and inviting.

I sat beside her, continuing my explanation, torn between restraint and desire.

Our arms brushed lightly. Our shoulders touched. She didn't pull away. Instead, she kept asking questions, drawing me in.

I thought about reaching out and touching her breast—but this was my workplace. I held back, trembling with suppressed hunger.

In the end, I did nothing. Just watched her leave, burning with frustration.

The next Saturday, I was wrapping up at the office and opened a chat room.

I created a room titled "I want to meet you tonight" and started playing baduk.

I do this often—about one in four attempts actually works. It's random, but sometimes luck strikes.

And if it does, I get a date.

Sure, there's always a chance of getting a dud. But I don't care much about looks.

I like women who are plump, with decent breasts and big hips.

Midway through a game, someone entered my room.

I started with light conversation, warming up the mood.

Then I casually hinted at meeting up.

Today, I got lucky—she agreed immediately.

Like I said, it doesn't happen often, so I was thrilled.

We arranged to meet at Samsang Station.

I hopped on my bike and sped over.

I remembered her clothes and height, so spotting her wasn't hard.

But then—huh?!

It was her. The same 35-year-old, sultry woman I'd consulted with just days ago.

Shit. Should I approach her? After all, only I recognized her.

As I hesitated, memories flooded back—her seductive posture, the glimpse of her chest, the curve of her ass.

That was enough.

I decided—no hesitation. Full charge.

"Excuse me? I'm the one with the ID."

"Oh! Hello. Wait… have we met before?"

"Yeah. Look, let's go somewhere and grab a beer. You can think while we drink. Come on, let's go."

I led her to a quiet bar nearby.

On the way, she realized who I was.

"Oh my god! You're the director from the academy! Oh no… is this okay? Maybe I should just go…"

"Haha, relax. Things like this happen. People run into each other. Don't worry—just one drink. Light and easy. Haha."

"Well… since I'm already here, just one drink. Hehehe."

I couldn't help but smirk.

We sat in a quiet pub, drinking beer and chatting.

The more time passed, the more we seemed to have to say.

Soon, we moved on to whiskey. Conversation grew looser, more intimate.

I joked that I'd read her palm, took her hand, and pulled her onto the seat right beside me.

When I sat her down, I yanked her close—hard—so her soft, lush hip pressed tightly against mine. I could feel the fullness of her flesh through our clothes.

Pretending to read her palm, I traced my fingers across her delicate hand, teasing slowly, deliberately.

She opened her mouth slightly, eyes half-lidded, clearly enjoying it.

I slid my arm around her shoulder. She didn't resist.

Still pretending to examine her palm, I began kneading her plump shoulder and arm.

She was heating up fast. Her lips parted. Her face flushed deep red.

I playfully poked her side with a finger.

"Haaah!" She gasped, jerking.

At that moment, I knew—she definitely twitched down there. I'd find out later when I peeled her off. Heh.

She was drunk now.

"Ah… why am I like this? I must be drunk… ahh~~"

I didn't let go. Supporting her, I guided her outside.

"We're both tipsy. Want to go somewhere and rest? Or maybe sing a song?"

By now, I give them a choice.

Women can say no anytime. I believe in moving slowly, carefully—my rule.

She chose singing.

We entered a quiet karaoke place and took a secluded back room.

She sat in her skirt, posture loosening.

I wrapped an arm around her waist, clinked glasses with beer, and began gently caressing her side.

Now, she barely resisted.

While she picked a song, I stood behind her, gripping her shoulders.

I massaged them, then slowly slid my hands down her arms.

Meanwhile, my rock-hard cock pressed against her plush ass, rubbing slowly, deliberately.

My hands moved from her sides to her lower belly.

She stopped mid-song, exhaled sharply, and lightly pushed my hand away with her left.

But I knew—she'd already lost control.

I softly stroked her stomach while grinding my cock into her thick, yielding hips.

Surprisingly, her hips were wide, her waist nicely defined.

For a woman her age, she had that lush, fleshy type I love—soft curves, a little fat, perfectly plump.

Exactly my taste.

I especially love women with big asses.

There's nothing like licking the small of their back from behind, or fucking them deep while they arch forward.

They look good in every position—standing, kneeling, bending.

Just seeing a woman with big hips from behind makes my mouth water.

Now, she started pushing her ass back toward me, subtly tilting her hips.

She was finally giving in.

When it was my turn to sing, I chose a quiet ballad and kept her in front of me, teasing.

She could only pant now—no words.

Right hand on the mic, left hand groping her jiggling breasts.

My cock went wild against her ass, rubbing nonstop.

Seeing her dazed eyes, I gave in completely.

No one would come—we were in a corner room—but the faint risk made it even hotter.

I slipped my hand under her skirt, touched her panties, then slid a finger inside, feeling her pubic hair.

Almost none.

Now, I aggressively ground my cock into her ass while pressing my middle finger against her slit.

Already soaked.

I gently, so gently, circled her clit with my index finger.

"Ahh… I'm going crazy, baby… what do I do… haaah…"

She was helpless.

We could've done it here—but I wanted comfort tonight.

I took her out and headed straight to a motel.

The thrill of her silent compliance was intoxicating.

"Ahh… we shouldn't… we're just resting, right? Right?"

Inside, the room had a waterbed, mirrors on all four walls, and a table—everything I could want laid bare.

"Oh my… hehe… how naughty. You have all this?"

Playing innocent only made her sexier.

I stopped her from going to the shower and instead undressed her slowly in front of the mirror.

First her panties, then her shirt, then her bra.

Left only in her skirt, which I quickly removed.

Her breasts were too large to fit in one hand—slightly sagging, yet incredibly appetizing.

Below her soft, rounded belly, her pussy lay lush and inviting.

I imagined devouring her—but she probably imagined devouring me too.

Maybe she thought of me as younger, beneath her. Heh.

We said we'd shower because we were sweaty—but I knew sweat only made us filthier.

I threw her onto the bed.

"Ah! Ahh! Haaah! Why are you doing this? It hurts…"

"Heh… stay still. I'm going to eat your pussy. Make it delicious. Heh."

"Ai… how do you eat a pussy? So dirty… baby…"

I climbed on top of her. Finally.

First, I just felt her whole body against mine.

The weight, the warmth—it felt incredible.

I started licking her neck.

"Ahh… that feels good… we shouldn't… you said we'd just rest… right?"

"Yeah, baby. You rest. I'll serve you. Haha."

I grabbed her right breast with my right hand, sucked the left one hard. So lush. So perfect.

"Ugh~~"

She gasped, breathless.

I gently stroked the area beside her pussy.

Then licked her side, slowly moving downward.

I pressed my whole mouth against the inner curve of her hip bone, sucking hard—smack.

She lost it.

"Ugh!! Ugh!! I'm losing my mind!"

I avoided her actual pussy and asshole, focusing only on the perineum—teasing with soft licks, pressing my tongue firmly.

"Ugh~~ Baby… suck me… please? I can't take it… it's too ticklish… suck me… please?"

I made her kneel like a dog, then used just the tip of my tongue to tease her pussy opening.

"Ahh… ugh… haaah… haaah…"

She gasped, head thrown back, hips swaying side to side.

Then I plunged my long tongue deep inside, sliding it along her inner walls.

"Ahh~~ Baby… I want you in me."

I moved to her anus, sucking hard—smack smack—making loud, wet noises.

"Ugh… I'm going crazy… too intense… baby… put it in now… please?"

While caressing her lush ass and thick thighs, I positioned my cock at her entrance and gently pressed.

Her pussy started trembling, twitching, trying to suck my cock in.

She didn't know what to do.

Her hips moved toward me, seeking.

Finally, I shoved just the head of my swollen cock into that wet heat.

"Haaah! Haaah! Baby…"

Even that small penetration sent electric shocks through my body.

A few shallow thrusts—and then I drove in all the way, to the root.

She moaned uncontrollably.

Her knees on the bed, ass raised high, swaying to the rhythm—pure fantasy.

The more she surrendered, the more powerful I felt.

I ravaged her pussy.

I rubbed my shaft against her vaginal walls, slammed deep into her, flicked my cockhead rapidly near the entrance to tease, stabbed in different directions—three shallow, two deep—driving her into frenzy.

My cock was fully engorged. Her pussy gushed wetness.

"Ahh… baby… haaah… so good… ahh… ahh…"

Her whole body tensed—then froze—before collapsing.

Her pussy overflowed with hot fluid.

When I pulled out, the imprint of my cock remained—a perfect circle.

From within, liquid pulsed out slowly.

And just like that—I'd devoured another older woman.