Chapter 1 — The Second Daughter-in-Law of the Lee Family

She was Emma Lee—the second daughter-in-law of the Lee family—the wealthiest household in our village.

Educated, having graduated from university and worked in Seoul, she carried herself with refinement and intelligence.

She had stumbled into my secret place, seeking shelter from the sudden downpour. She must have thought it was just another abandoned house.

And it was—to everyone else.

I didn’t know who technically owned the property, but this place belonged to me.

At least, the old shed did.

The summer dress clinging tightly to her slender body was soaked through, revealing every contour beneath. The fabric offered no mystery—it might as well have been transparent.

She was nearly naked.

Shoved aside by me, she had tumbled awkwardly onto the blanket where I’d just been napping. Her pale thighs were fully exposed, and for a fleeting moment, I caught sight of her small, white cotton panties.

But instead of covering herself, she made no move to pull down her skirt. Wide-eyed like a frightened fawn, she trembled uncontrollably.

I wasn’t a saint—but I wasn’t a brute either.

I’d shoved her only because she’d startled me from my nap. It wasn’t done with any ulterior motive.

Had she scrambled up and run out into the rain, I would’ve let her go.

Truth be told, I hadn’t even noticed the storm. And even if I had, I wouldn’t have cared.

Rain falling on drought-stricken fields was good news—even for someone like me, who cared nothing for farming. Somewhere out there, people were probably rejoicing, heading out to work with smiles.

We sat there—me standing, her crouched—for a long while, just watching each other.

She didn’t know me, but I knew her. That simple fact suddenly struck me.

And besides—I was planning to leave this town soon anyway.

Those two thoughts clicked together, and before I knew it, I was moving.

I dropped to one knee in front of her, kneeling at her feet—still glistening wet from the rain.

She lowered her head, avoiding my gaze.

That’s when I realized—she wouldn’t resist.

She remained silent as I slipped off her sandals and peeled away her white socks, like a mute woman unable to speak.

Now that I think about it, it was strange—why start with her shoes? Did I believe bare feet couldn’t run?

"Your feet are beautiful," I said—a stupid, absurd thing to say under the circumstances.

She had legs longer than average—long, yes, but also stunningly elegant. From the delicate twitch of her toes to the curve where her thighs met, every inch was flawless.

After muttering that foolish compliment, I lifted her right foot to my lips.

Instinctively, she braced herself with both hands behind her, shifting her balance.

I took her big toe into my mouth and gently bit it. Then harder. Then each of the others, one by one.

She wasn’t trembling from fear anymore. More from shock—this sudden, unexpected turn of events.

And perhaps… a flicker of pleasure.

I moved to her left foot, biting, licking, sucking.

Part of me worried she’d think I was some perverted freak. But I couldn’t stop.

With other women, I’d never acted like this.

I’d touch them, mount them, finish quickly—nothing unusual. Nothing like this obsession with a woman’s feet.

Yet I felt no disgust, no shame. I played with her feet for a long time—far longer than made sense.

As her feet floated in the air, she naturally fell back onto the blanket.

She giggled softly—ticklish—and once, she even stuck out her tongue as if craving something.

Our eyes met again.

Then, right before me, she raised her right hand and brought it to her skirt.

I thought she’d pull it down. She didn’t.

Instead, she lifted the soaked fabric higher, baring more of her pale thighs—then revealed the tiny panties beneath.

Drenched, the thin cloth clung to her, exposing everything.

The plump mound, the neatly trimmed patch of curls—every detail laid bare.

I could even see the vertical slit nestled between.

Reaching out, I brushed my fingers toward it.

She hesitated—but then slowly pulled her panties to the side.

The soft, red flesh beneath was smoother and more delicate than any woman’s I’d ever seen.

So exquisite, I almost feared to touch it.

"Ah—ahhh! Ahhhnnn…"

She shuddered violently, letting out a muffled moan.

The instant I released her foot, she flung her leg far away.

A woman who knew how to stretch her limbs just so—making a man ache with desire.

Most women looked awkward doing it. Not her.

Still holding her panties aside, she slightly lifted her hips, trying to slide them off.

"Uuuhhh…"

When I ripped them off instead, she stared for a second—then burst into a shy, sparkling smile.

Frantically, I tore off my clothes. She followed suit.

Naked now, we crashed into each other’s arms.

Kneeling, we clung together, mouths locked in fierce kisses.

Her breasts pressed against my chest were firm, taut—clear signs of her arousal.

Again and again, her eyes darted downward.

My erect cock was pressing hard against her lower belly.

For minutes, we kissed deeply, hands roaming freely over each other’s bodies.

Eventually, my fingers found her groin—hers found mine.

To my surprise, she spoke first.

"Touch me… please. I’m wet. Ahhhn. I’ll touch you too. Haaah… so hot. So hard. Aaahhh… yes. I don’t know… I don’t care. I want to lie down."

Her honey was already flowing—plenty of it.

I pressed my whole palm against her, massaging firmly. She gushed audibly, drenching my hand.

She gripped my shaft and pumped it fiercely up and down.

She even stuck out her tongue, tasting the air, savoring the moment.

Slowly lying back, she spread her legs wide open for me.

I simply followed her lead.

She bent her knees, taking me in with the most basic position—and winced suddenly.

So did I.

She was tight—unbelievable tight.

If not for the thick slickness coating her, it would’ve been agony for her—and a struggle for me.

Inch by inch, I pushed deeper, watching her face.

"Ah… hey. Uuuhh… tell me if it hurts. There’s still so much left…"

At my gentle words, she shook her head cutely.

Blushing, she whispered,"S-sorry… it’s just been so long…"

Though younger than me, she called me "honey" as she closed her eyes, then opened them again.

I leaned down and kissed her once more.

Fully joined, we held each other motionless, fused as one.

I’d never imagined such deep satisfaction from this position. Yet here it was—overwhelming.

Gradually, her long legs rose and wrapped around me.

We began to move—slow, steady, intimate.

Our tongues twisted together in deep, hungry kisses, and naturally, our hips started rocking.

She cried out, legs thrust high into the air.

I hooked her knees over my shoulders and drove deeper. Her thighs crushed her own breasts.

"Aaaah! Yes—yes! Harder! More! Make me cry! Hhhhnnn!"

Tears actually welled in her large eyes as she begged.

I thrust harder. Her narrow passage welcomed me, gripping me tightly.

Even in that awkward position, she rocked her hips, meeting my rhythm.

"Huhh… huhhh… you’re amazing. You’re incredible. Huhh… I’ve never known a woman like this. Uuuuugh… how do you feel?"

"Mmm… yes… yes! I’ve never felt my body respond like this before. Uhhhaaaang! Keep going. Please—keep going!"

I lowered her legs and began thrusting in earnest.

Soon, she wrapped both legs around mine.

Grabbing my back, she screamed.

Like a wild cat in heat.

Thankfully, the storm raged outside.

Her moans—thick with breathy cries—could’ve been heard from far away.

I was terrified someone might hear, come running, and catch us tangled like this.

"Shhh… shhh! Quiet down. Hfff… hey! Uuuhhh…"

My words did nothing.

She locked her legs around my waist and violently lifted her hips.

On her own, she began grinding—circling and bouncing against me.

I rolled us halfway over.

She caught on instantly, climbing on top and settling into position.

"O-okay… I’ll ride you. Haaah… I love you. You feel so good."

Hands planted on my chest, she began bouncing up and down.

I gripped her firm buttocks, helping her move.

The firm, elastic feel of her ass was perfect.

After a while, she paused—then shifted into a squatting position.

The more time passed, the more astonishing she became.

Even as she gasped for breath, exhausted, she gave herself completely—her innocent face contrasting sharply with her passionate movements.

"Ah… I’m close. I’m gonna come. Are you—almost there yet?"

She collapsed forward, whispering into my ear—her voice syrupy, urgent.

She’d read my mind.

I’d barely been thinking at all—just following her rhythm.

Without warning, she bit down hard on my shoulder—her climax hitting like lightning.

It hurt—so much it jolted me wide awake.

Yet even after, she let out a long, drawn-out moan.

Seconds later, a flood of honey poured out, soaking my thighs.

Streaming down, still clinging to my unyielding cock.

I caught my breath with a few deep inhales, then gripped her round, perfect ass and kept moving.

I was grateful for her effort—barely able to move, yet still grinding for me.

But facing such a responsive, eager lover, my body refused to give in easily.

In other words—I couldn’t come, no matter how close I felt.

I was balanced on the edge, teetering.

"Ahff… I can’t move anymore. Haaahn… you’re incredible. Aaaaahhh… I can’t… take it. Do me from behind. Please… hhhnnn…"

I liked this position—but I’d never seen a woman like her—especially not the refined, city-bred wife of the Lee family—bend over so openly, offering her ass so sensually to a man.

With each smooth, deep stroke—"swoosh, swoosh"—the rhythm intensified.

How often does a country bumpkin get to take a high-class Seoul madam like this?

I thought something crude like that as my hands roamed her narrow waist—slender as a wasp’s—and her full hips, then grasped her breasts.

Her tits reminded me of the region’s specialty—juicy peaches.

She reached back, touching my cock sliding in and out between her pale cheeks, stroking it eagerly.

Whatever she did—it worked.

I took that final step.

Driving my swollen, raging cock all the way in, I exploded—waves of ecstasy crashing over me.

Normally, in rushed encounters like this, it ended fast—single thrust, quick release.

But this time, the emptiness afterward was less severe.