Chapter 2 — The Married Woman's Crisis - Part 1 (2)

Sarah Im stared at the man's deep red penis, taking several deep breaths. It pulsed faintly, a living thing writhing as if to prove it was alive.

“Heh. Well? Isn't it impressive? Go on, suck it.”

His cock was hot—burning.

Until now, she'd only touched it lightly with her fingertips, but summoning courage, she wrapped her whole hand around it.

A searing heat shot up her arm, spreading through her body until it reached the tips of her hair. A shiver ran down her spine, repulsive and cold—but it faded faster than the first time.

“We're wasting time. You planning to stay here all night?”

He pressed her, and Sarah Im inhaled deeply once more, steeling herself as she brought her lips toward his cock.

The hot glans brushed her lips, and pre-cum oozing from its slit smeared across her mouth.

An unbearable chill shot through her, far worse than before. She recoiled, trembling violently.

“I can't. I just can't.”

She pressed herself into the far corner of the room, shrinking away, hands waving frantically.

“So you really can't. Then there's only one way left—getting money from your husband.”

He walked to the sofa, picked up his phone, and began slowly pressing numbers in front of her.

“You're lying. There's no way you could know my husband's number.”

She shook her head in disbelief—or rather, in desperate hope that this wasn't happening.

“Hmm… 011… 4XXX XXXX, isn't it? Shall I press call now?”

“Stop! Please, don't!”

If this got out, she'd be beaten for years every time her husband found an excuse. She'd once considered divorce, but her family had outright refused, and she'd spent countless nights weeping in silence.

Now, enduring this brief humiliation seemed better than returning to that life.

The man approached, his angry cock swinging in one hand, stopping just an inch from her face, demanding her lips.

The thick scent of male flesh flooded her nostrils. Her red lips parted slightly—and the dark red head of his cock slipped slowly between them.

“Go deeper.”

Fear gripped her, her jaw trembling uncontrollably.

Summoning courage, she opened her mouth wider and took his cock inside.

The moment it touched her tongue, she flinched, pulling her tongue back—but there was no space to escape in the tight confines of her mouth.

“Uuhh… ugh…”

She spat it out within seconds, unable to bear the urge to vomit.

“You're useless. Looks like you just can't do it. Guess I have no choice…”

He turned his gaze back to the phone in his hand, and terror flooded Sarah Im's face.

“I'll do it. I can do it.”

At her words, he tossed the phone onto the floor.

“If sucking it off is too hard at first, use your tongue. Lick here until you get used to it.”

His finger pointed to his engorged glans, already glistening with her saliva.

Sarah Im bit her lower lip gently, then slowly extended her bright red tongue. It trembled as its tip lightly touched the man's cock head.

“He's eaten ice cream as a kid, right? Just lick it like that.”

He leaned down, took her hand, and guided it back to his cock. Sarah Im gripped it tightly, trying to shake off her fear.

“Ooh… damn. Yeah… now lick it.”

The sudden, tight grip sent a jolt of pleasure through him, making him dizzy for a moment.

Sarah Im's tongue slowly slid upward over the head of his cock.

“Good. Stick your tongue out farther. Come on.”

Following his command, she extended her tongue and licked the swollen tip again.

The disgust, the revulsion—it was fading, bit by bit. She didn't know if it was because she kept telling herself it was like licking ice cream, as he said.

But with each repetition, a strange sensation stirred inside her—something she couldn't name, but undeniably different from disgust.

“Now put it in your mouth and suck.”

Sarah Im no longer resisted his words. Her lips parted wide, and she took his cock into her mouth again.

The glans slipped between her lips, the shaft pushing slightly deeper.

“Deeper. Move your head back and forth while sucking.”

At his command, her head began to move—slightly, hesitantly.

“Haa… I can't breathe…”

She pulled his cock out after only a few motions, gasping for air.

“Breathe through your nose. Try again. If you don't satisfy me, this won't count as payment.”

She opened her lips once more and took him in.

This time, before she could move, his hips thrust forward—and his cock plunged deep, hitting the back of her throat.

“Ugh… uh… ugh… mm…”

Her cock-stuffed mouth emptied and refilled as he thrust, and each time she struggled to breathe, she inhaled deeply through her nose, just as he said.

After a while, it didn't feel as awful. And the strange, rising sensation inside her grew stronger, more insistent.

When had she ever imagined doing something like this?

Sarah Im had grown up in a household so strict about sex that it bordered on obsession. She hadn't even kissed a man until after marriage.

In high school, a classmate once showed her a photo of a foreign woman giving oral sex. She'd been mortified.

Yet even then, beneath her embarrassment, she'd felt a strange stirring—just like now.

“Now you do it.”

His way of addressing her had changed from “madam” to “you.”

He stopped moving his hips, demanding that she take over.

Her large eyes lowered as she leaned forward.

Just as he had done, his cock plunged deep into her throat—and only then did her head pull back.

“There. That's it. Good.”

“Ugh… mm… uhh… mm… ugh…”

He gently stroked her head as if praising her, while Sarah Im sucked him fiercely.

It didn't take long for Sarah Im to fully grasp what she was doing.

Shame crashed over her as she pictured herself—on her knees, sucking a stranger's cock—and she spat him out again.

“Please… let me go now.”

“I'm nowhere near finished. That won't do.”

“I can't do this anymore. I won't.”

The man turned, grabbed her chin, and forced her to meet his eyes.

“This won't even cover five million won—let alone five hundred thousand.”

“I really can't do it anymore. Please…”

Tears welled up in her eyes again.

“If you hate this, there's another way.”

A flicker of hope lit her eyes as she stared at him. To him, she looked utterly adorable.

“Take off your clothes. I want to see your naked body. That'll be your payment.”

“Are you insane? Don't joke around.”

“I'm not joking. Isn't showing your body worth reducing five million won?”

“I want to leave.”

She stood pressed against the wall, then tried to flee toward the door—but he caught her arm.

“Hic… it hurts. Let go! I'll call the police!”

The man bent down, picked up the phone from the floor, and held it out to her.

“Call the police. Or call your husband. It's your choice. I'd actually prefer that.”

She stared at him again.

For her, neither choice was possible. Either way, her husband would find out—and the cycle of pain would begin anew.

“You're free to leave this room. But the moment you do, I'll demand five million won from your husband.”

His cruelty made her shiver.

“Leave this room, and you settle everything? Then you have two choices. Either suck me off until I cum—and drink it. Or show me your naked body.”

“That's different from what you said earlier!”

She might endure sucking him off somehow—but drinking his cum? That was utterly unacceptable. Unthinkable.

“I make the rules. What's allowed and what's not—that's up to me.”

“You're really…”

“The longer you drag this out, the more complicated my demands will get.”

He smiled like a victor, calmly waiting for her next move.

He walked to the sofa and sat, watching her. She stood opposite him, staring at the ceiling as if trying to hold back tears.

He was definitely watching her—his gaze piercing, painful.

She brought her hands to her sky-blue jacket, shrugged it off from her shoulders, and laid it on the sofa.

Being watched while undressing felt unbearable—something she'd never imagined could be so agonizing.

“Well? What are you waiting for?!”

He shouted, and she flinched, glancing toward the door—worried someone passing by might hear.

“Please… don't shout.”

“Then hurry up.”

He held his cock, letting it twitch as he stared directly at her.

Her hands moved to the back of her black skirt, trembling fingers unbuttoning the waist, then slowly pulling the zipper down.

The skirt slid down her smooth, straight legs and pooled at her feet.

Flesh-colored pantyhose covered her legs, and beneath them, a small pink panty hid her most intimate place.

Suddenly, Sarah Im was overwhelmed by a shame she'd never known. Why did she have to undress in front of this man?

“Hurry up…”

She stepped aside, picked up the skirt from the floor, and folded it neatly on top of her jacket.

Humiliation and shame made her legs tremble.

Tension and embarrassment coiled around her like a noose, making even movement difficult.

“Are you kidding me? You acting like a virgin?”

He reached for the phone again, and her face twisted in panic.

“I'll do it! Isn't that enough?”

Another tear slipped down her cheek as her fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse.

The blouse parted.

A bra of the same color as her panties came into view, and beneath it, smooth, milky-white skin shyly revealed itself.

Her slender figure contrasted with unexpectedly full breasts—arousing any onlooker's desire.

Her neck and ears flushed red as she avoided his gaze, while he watched her, clearly enjoying every second.

She bit her lips, took off the blouse, laid it on the skirt, and covered her chest with both hands.

His expression darkened.

Sarah Im flinched, lowered her hands to her pantyhose, and slowly began rolling them down.

“Wouldn't it be better to just end this quickly?”

Yes. He wouldn't let her go until his desire was satisfied—and the longer it took, the longer her shame would stretch.

Realizing this, she clenched her teeth and yanked the pantyhose down in one motion.

Now only her small panties and bra concealed her beautiful naked body.

“Is this enough?”

“Are you kidding? I want to see there.”

The last flicker of hope collapsed. Her hands moved behind her back, unhooking the bra.

It sagged under the weight of her full breasts, and the deep valley between them came into view.

Her fingers lingered on the straps, then slipped down her shoulders.

The bra fell lifelessly to the floor, and her lush breasts proudly revealed themselves.

At the center of each full mound, a small, pink nipple stood—surprisingly delicate for a married woman of three years.

In truth, her husband suffered from near-total erectile dysfunction, and they had sex only once every few months.

That failure may have twisted his personality, turning him violent.

Thus, her beautiful body remained untouched—like uncharted land.

The sight excited the man, making his already hard cock throb even redder.

“I can't. Please… stop here. Please.”

“I don't want to talk much.”

Sarah Im gave up.

She only wished for it to end.

Her hand touched the small panty, and it slid down her legs.

Straightening her back despite her shame, the plump, white thighs parted slightly, and a patch of black pubic hair luxuriantly covered her secret place.

One hand covered her crotch, the other her breasts.

“Remove your hands. Climb onto this table.”

Trembling, she lifted one leg onto the table—and for a moment, her inner lips parted slightly, revealing a flash of red flesh.

Feeling his gaze between her legs, she startled and quickly brought her other leg up.

He leaned back on the sofa, half-lying, gazing up at her on the table.

“Hands to the sides. Don't make me angry again. Or you'll never pay off your debt.”

Like a well-trained child, Sarah Im lowered her hands to her sides, pressed against her thighs.

“Hmm. Even better than I imagined.”

His gaze pierced her like needles. Sarah Im trembled, her body shivering with shame.

“Squat down there.”

Sarah Im felt a flicker of relief.

She thought squatting would let her hide her breasts and her sex. She crouched on the table, curling her body.

“Grab your knees with both hands. Spread them as wide as you can.”

“Are you crazy? Please, anything but that.”

“Hurry up. You want to piss me off?”

For the first time, a curse flew from his lips.

Sarah Im had never been spoken to this way in her life. Her husband hit her, but never used such crude words.

This man was different from anyone she'd ever known.

Her hands touched her knees. Her trembling thighs slowly parted, and beneath the thick pubic hair, pink inner flesh gaped open.

The delicate inner lips twitched, reacting to his gaze.

Seeing her full breasts nestled between her knees, the man swallowed hard, got off the sofa, and crawled toward her on his knees.

Startled, Sarah Im tried to close her legs—but one look at his terrifying eyes made her freeze.

Shame burned her face—and that emotion twisted into something strange, spreading rapidly through her body.

As if to prove it, wetness glistened on her inner folds.

“Is this enough now?”

“Hey. Do you even know whose name five million won is?”

He leaned closer into her crotch, reached out with both hands, parted her pubic hair, and used his thumbs to spread her labia open.

Sarah Im flinched, trying to close her legs—but his arms blocked her.

“Look at you. You're already wet. See? It's twitching.”

“No… don't touch me. I said no. Hic…”

Just as he said, her inner lips fluttered, oozing arousal.

When his gaze landed on her, she felt like she might pee—and yet, a strange, illicit sensation swelled into a huge wave, heating her body, leaving her stunned.

But her body betrayed her mind.

His thumbs rubbed her wet slit, and her full, red lips parted slightly under the hot breath.

Her mind went blank. This was too shocking.

“Sensitive, huh? Twitching this much from just a little stimulation…”

“Hic… I'm embarrassed. Stop… please… stop…”

He pushed one finger into her fluttering entrance, and her thighs trembled at the sensation.

Her wetness offered no resistance as his finger disappeared into her petals. Her tender inner flesh clamped around it, as if sucking.

“This… you're a natural… oh… damn…”

He grinned, rapidly vibrating his thumb, moving it back and forth.

“Hic… don't… don't do that… haa…”

She exhaled burning breaths, unable to endure the heat.

She didn't want to admit it—but she was feeling pleasure from his touch.

His thumb slowly withdrew from her, glistening with thick arousal, shining under the dim light.