Chapter 1 — The Soft Thighs of the Manager's Wife

"Does he really have to be loyal to the office even on holidays? That's ridiculous."

"What can I do? If I want a promotion next year, I need to stay in the manager's good graces... I'd rather just relax at home too."

My heavily pregnant wife waddled out, grumbling under her breath.

I left her behind and walked out the door, slinging my fishing bag over my shoulder.

I had wanted nothing more than to stay home today, maybe watch a movie or two—but here I was, forced out by that damn manager.

This morning, he called me out of the blue, asking me to go fishing with him.

He probably just felt lonely going alone and wanted someone to tag along—someone to run little errands, carry things, and drive. I tried making excuses, but thinking about next year's promotion review, I gave in. Ugh... what kind of life is this?

I drove to the manager's house. He was already waiting outside his apartment building, packed fishing gear in hand.

And standing beside him was his wife.

"Is Emma coming too?"

"That's how it turned out. Let's get going already."

The manager snapped as he climbed into the car, clearly irritated.

It looked like she'd insisted on tagging along, despite his protests. His sour mood suggested they'd already fought about it.

"Mr. Kang, you must be tired having to work on your day off because of my husband. Your wife must hate it."

"Not at all. It's fine... fresh air once in a while isn't bad."

Emma smiled faintly at me as she got into the car.

She was about ten years younger than her husband—practically my age, maybe even younger.

Dressed in a bright T-shirt and a crisp skirt for the outing, she looked like she was in her twenties.

I'd seen her a few times before, and each time, the same thought came to mind—she was undeniably sensual.

Not just her face, but her well-maintained figure—it was striking, almost hypnotic.

Today, wearing that tight-fitting top, she seemed even more so.

As I started the car, I kept stealing glances at her through the rearview mirror.

After about an hour, we arrived at the fishing spot. The manager and I set up the tent and cast our lines.

It wasn't a popular place—few people around. The manager proudly led us deep into a secluded area he claimed was his "prime spot," where no one else was in sight.

"Alright! Set up the rods, crack open some drinks—fish'll come swarming in! Let's drink!"

His mood had lifted, and he was already over-the-top cheerful.

He loved drinking—so much so that every fishing trip ended with him completely drunk, barely able to walk out.

Emma pulled out side dishes she'd brought from home, and the three of us sat together, passing around drinks.

I had to drive, so I only pretended to drink. Almost all the alcohol went straight down the manager's throat.

Emma sipped occasionally, but didn't drink much.

Eventually, he polished off three bottles of soju by himself. Soon after, tipsy and drowsy, he crawled into the tent.

"Alright... it's still too early for the fish to bite... I'll take a quick nap. You two keep an eye on the rods... don't let 'em drift away..."

Moments later, loud snoring echoed from inside the tent.

Once asleep, he wouldn't wake for two or three hours—even if the world collapsed.

"Ugh... if he's just going to sleep, why not do it at home?"

Emma glared at the tent, muttering. She drained the last sip from her cup and turned to me.

"Your wife is pregnant now, right?"

"Yes... eight months along."

"Poor thing... Mr. Kang, you've basically been a bachelor lately, haven't you?"

"Yeah... pretty much. Even touching her makes her sensitive."

She nodded slowly, then turned to gaze at the lake. Her expression clouded, as if lost in thought.

"Your boss is lucky. Having such a young wife..."

"What's luck about it? Not like he knows how to enjoy it properly..."

She said it lightly, but there was an edge to her voice. I hadn't meant it as flattery—just small talk—but her sharp reply made me uneasy.

"Oh? Is the manager neglecting you?"

"You could say that. Maybe it's the age gap... I wonder if I should just get a lover."

She gave a bitter smile.

This wasn't something a woman should say in front of her husband's subordinate—but maybe the alcohol loosened her tongue.

"I've said too much in front of you. Just forget it."

"We're both adults. Widows understand bachelors, don't worry."

She had been crouching, and now stood up, stretching her arms overhead with a soft groan.

Her tight shirt clung even tighter to her body as she moved.

Her full breasts pushed forward, accentuating her sensual curves.

Sitting below her, I stole another glance—this young, gorgeous woman, unsatisfied by her husband, made me feel pity... and desire.

If she were my wife, I'd keep her close all night—front, back, sideways—I wouldn't let her go.

"Where's the restroom here?"

"Bathroom? This place is far from any shop... probably best to just go into those woods over there."

"Ugh... guess I have no choice."

She reluctantly headed toward the trees on the opposite side.

I watched her swaying hips until she disappeared into the forest, feeling a tightening in my groin.

I hadn't been with a woman in over three months—my body reacted fast to her presence.

Damn... if she weren't the manager's wife, I'd seduce her and devour her in seconds.

I lit a cigarette, sighing with regret.

Then—a short scream from the woods.

I dropped the cigarette and rushed toward the sound.

Emma lay crumpled in the middle of the forest, trembling.

"What happened? Are you—oh god! Blood!!!"

Blood trickled from her ankle.

A snake must've bitten her as she passed. There was no sign of it now.

"Aaah! What do I do?! What if it's venomous? A snake bit me!"

She winced, touching her ankle. I quickly pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the blood.

The bite marks didn't look like they came from a large snake, but I couldn't tell if it was poisonous.

"Let me suck the wound. If it's venomous, we need to draw out the poison fast."

It was all I knew from old TV dramas.

She grimaced but nodded. I knelt, lowered myself, and pressed my lips to the wound.

"Ahhhuuuaaaa!! Aaaaah!!"

She cried out, clearly stinging.

I sucked twice, spat, repeated—trying to pull out any poison.

From her condition, it didn't seem like a venomous bite.

But in her distress, she'd stretched one leg out long while bending the other—her inner thigh exposed beneath her skirt.

I glanced at the smooth skin as I gently touched the wound.

"Will I be okay?"

She sounded calmer now.

"Probably. But you should rest here. It'll be hard to walk."

"Yeah... I'm so shaken... ugh..."

She exhaled deeply, touching her injury. My eyes stayed fixed on her bare thigh as I rubbed the wound.

"Hehe... Mr. Kang, having you suck my ankle... I'm actually kind of turned on."

She giggled.

This woman was saying shockingly provocative things. Was she...?

"I felt it too. Sucking your ankle—it felt like foreplay."

"Hoho... Mr. Kang, you're quite the flirt. Really?"

"I even thought—wish it wasn't your ankle... wish it was higher up."

I threw caution to the wind and said it outright.

She froze, staring at me—her expression stiff.

I panicked, realizing I'd gone too far. She'd be furious.

But then, slowly, her face relaxed.

She pointed to her calf.

"Here?"

I looked from her calf to her face, back again. Her eyes—different now—glazed with something darker.

"Higher would be better."

She smiled, touching her knee.

"Then here?"

"Even higher..."

She studied me once more.

Her cheeks flushed deeper, color rising across her face.

Then, she grabbed the hem of her skirt—and slowly pulled it up.

The white, soft flesh of her inner thigh, which I'd only glimpsed before, was now fully exposed.

"Would it have been better here?"

I nodded.

Instinct took over. I crawled toward her.

I pressed my lips to the tender inner flesh of her thigh.

Then, I slid my tongue out, licking the smooth skin.

She leaned back, accepting my body against hers.

"Ummmmm... uuummm... ahhh..."

She let out a low, hot moan, placing her hand on my head, fingers gently stroking my hair.

Feeling her touch, I pressed my lips deeper, further up her thigh.

She arched backward, responding to my tongue.

"Ahhhnngg... ummm... ahhhhhhhh..."

Her skirt rose higher, covering my head.

My lips reached the very edge between her thighs.

My mouth brushed against the lace of her panties.

"Aaah... stop... oh god... Mr. Kang... stop..."

She grabbed my shoulders as my tongue neared the fabric, trying to push me away.

I kept moving forward, but her grip was firm.

Reluctantly, I pulled my face out from under her skirt.

She sat there, face burning red, chest heaving, quickly pulling her skirt back down.

The place I'd just tasted vanished beneath the fabric.

I looked at her, awkward, unsure.

"I'm sorry... I must've lost my mind. I don't know what came over me..."

"Mr. Kang... I love you too. I've felt this way for a while..."

"Sorry... please forget this ever happened. Promise me?"

She adjusted her clothes and tried to stand—but her injured ankle gave way.

I jumped up and caught her.

Her plump breasts pressed against my arm, squishing softly.

For a wild second, I thought—force her, take her right here—but I stepped back.

The manager might wake up soon.

Sure enough, he emerged moments later, rubbing his puffy eyes. After hearing about the snakebite, he hastily packed up.

He seemed angrier about leaving the fishing spot than about his wife being hurt.

"Tch... told her to stay home. Why did she have to follow..."

I gripped the steering wheel, driving us back.

In the rearview mirror, I saw Emma sitting silently in the back.

She looked sad.

Then, our eyes met in the mirror.

Her gaze—filled with unbearable loneliness.

After that day, I couldn't focus on anything.

Whether sleeping or working, her white thighs haunted me. Her hot moans echoed in my ears.

"Hey, Kang... sorry, but do me a favor."

"What is it, sir?"

He stopped me as I was leaving work, handing me a document.

"This needs to be delivered—some contract paperwork. I have to go to the commercial district tonight, so I can't drop it off. Could you bring it to my house on your way? Just put it in the mailbox."

I took the papers and nodded.

He said he was going to the commercial district, but I knew—he was heading to a hostess bar.

Leaving his lonely wife behind...

On my way to his house, I debated—drop it in the mailbox, or deliver it personally?

Mailbox would be easy. But I wanted to see her.

I passed the mailbox and stood in front of his door.

She opened it.

No makeup—her clean face made her look even more pure.

She froze when she saw me, visibly uncomfortable.

"You... you could've just left it in the mailbox..."

"I wanted to see you."

I stared straight into her eyes. Her cheeks reddened.

"I... um... would you like to come in? Have some juice or..."

"Yes."

I stepped inside.

Seeing her so innocent made me want her even more.

But she was different now—back to being the proper manager's wife.

She went to the kitchen, clinking glasses as she prepared juice.

I watched her back.

Under that loose dress, I imagined her white thighs.

And above them—the lace of her panties...

Slowly, I approached.

From behind, I wrapped my arms around her waist, then slid them up to her breasts.

"Aaah! M-Mr. Kang... what are you doing?"

"I don't want juice. I want you, Emma."

"Don't... don't do this. Are you punishing me for what happened? I'm not that kind of woman!!"

She twisted violently, trying to escape my grip.

I held her tighter, pressing her body against mine.

"I... can't sleep because of you. Because of that lonely look in your eyes..."

She stopped struggling.

At the raw emotion in my whisper, she went still.

I loosened my arms.

Quietly, she walked to the living room and closed the curtains.

Then turned to me.

"Do you really like me?"

I nodded.

She stared at me, then slowly began unbuttoning her dress.

Her full, bare breasts peeked out—no bra.

She undid the rest and let the dress fall.

Standing only in lace panties, her naked body glowed against the dark curtains.

Shyly, she covered her breasts with both hands—though they spilled through.

"You'll fill my loneliness?"

I stepped closer, nodding.

The body I'd only dreamed of—its curves were breathtaking.

Smooth, natural, like fine porcelain. I moved toward her, tracing every curve with my eyes.

"Yes... fill me. I hesitated before... but I've thought about you too, Mr. Kang."

She smiled shyly and removed her hands.

Her perky breasts jiggled slightly as she faced me.

I stepped forward and pressed my lips to her nipple.

The pebbled peak tingled against my lips. I parted them slightly and sucked, making a soft noise.

Like a raisin, it swelled in my mouth, tugging at my lips.

"Ahhnnnnggg... uunngg... ahhnnn... unnn..."

Her hot moans poured out again.

I caressed her waist, opening my mouth wider to take more of her breast.

She raised her hands, gripping her own breasts, making them firmer for me.

I ran my hands over her body—up and down—feeling every inch.

Every part I touched burned with sensation, electrifying my own body.

"Ahhnngg... ahhh... ahhhhhh... your lips are so hot..."

Her hands fumbled with my belt.

Her body, heated by my touch, trembled as she worked the buckle.

Finally, the belt came loose, the button undone.

Her hand slipped into my pants.

Inside, her hand found the warmth—my growing hardness.

She wrapped her fingers around it, gently shaking.

Meanwhile, my hands traveled down, slipping under her panties, tracing the soft curve of her hips.

I pressed my fingers deep into the dimple of her ass.

Her plump hip flesh hugged my fingers.

Embarrassed, she squeezed my cock and pouted.

"Tease..."

My fingers slid between the twin hills of her hips, moving toward her flower.

Already damp, her folds gently clenched around my finger.

I felt the slick heat, then pushed deeper.

Again, a moan escaped.

"Aaaah... ahhnnn..."

We pleasured each other, hands roaming, bodies burning.

Our lower halves grew hotter, closer to the edge.

If we didn't act soon, we'd combust.

She knelt first, lowering herself.

I stepped over her.

Carefully, I pulled down her panties.

Her legs parted into a clear Y-shape. She instinctively tried to cover herself.

Gently, I laid her down and brought my face to her core.

Heat surged against my face as I licked her slit.

Slowly, she spread her legs wider, welcoming my lips.

Her pussy, long waiting, fluttered around my mouth. I sucked loudly.

"Ahh... zzzlllp... uuunn... mmmpph... zzzlllpp..."

She raked her nails lightly over my back, expressing the pleasure flooding her.

The harder I sucked, the more her fingers twitched in response.

"Ahhhaaaa... aaang... aaang... how... how... ahhnnn..."

She writhed, trembling under the overwhelming sensation.

I explored her with my hands and tongue, driving her toward climax.

Her body became a furnace.

Unable to hold back, she grabbed my cock and tugged.

She wanted it inside.

I rose, lifted her legs high, and positioned myself between them.

Our eyes met.

She looked nervous—but loving.

This was the moment I'd replayed in my mind for days.

Pressing her legs down with my body, I thrust my cock deep into her.

"Aaaahhhh!!!"

She screamed once, then wrapped her arms around me.

Using the bounce of her legs, I began pumping.

The position tightened her walls—more pleasure for both of us.

She instinctively clenched, chasing more sensation.

I buried my face in her thighs, thrusting harder.

"Haaak... haaak... uuunngg... uuunngg... uuuuuh..."

The faster I pumped, the louder her moans grew—my breathing ragged, matching hers.

She shifted, turning her body.

After several changes, she climbed on top of me.

"Haaak... haaak... you know why I refused before?"

She looked down at me, catching her breath.

I rubbed sweat from her heaving breasts, silent.

My hand followed the droplets down her body.

"Umm... mm... I knew... I knew you'd come to me like this. That we'd be alone like this... for so long..."

I pulled her neck down, bringing her onto my chest.

Her body tilted forward—my cock still inside her—bent at an angle, painful, but I didn't care.

I whispered in her ear.

"I'll come often. I already know your husband's schedule..."

"Hehe... then I'll tell him to go out more often from now on."

She laughed, lifting herself up.

I felt guilty—thinking of my heavy, struggling wife at home.

But in this moment, there was only her.

I grabbed her slim waist and lifted her.

Once again, she began riding me, grinding down.

The pulsing sensation of her core sent shivers through my cock.

I trembled, body convulsing—ready to spill.