Chapter 1 — The Suspicious Women... E01 - Nayoung

Grace opened her eyes, her head pounding with a hangover so fierce it felt like her skull might split.

Where the hell am I? Guess I really went all out last night.

She turned her head. Beside her lay a white guy—handsome, well-built. She slid her hand between his legs. His cock, thick as a python, was already standing stiff, greeting the morning.

Seeing it, fragments of last night came back. Another day of stress under that bitch of a manager, Lee Juhyun, at that dump company. Then hitting the bar, drinking hard, flirting with one guy, then another, until finally ending up here, in bed with this one. Just another routine night in her routine life.

She took his cock into her mouth. It was magnificent—thicker than her forearm. Grace loved cocks like this. She preferred them big, not some tiny thing you could swallow in one gulp. She liked being able to suck the head, the shaft, the balls—something with substance, something to work with.

As she sucked, the guy stirred awake. His name was probably Sam. A common enough name. Sam. He reached over and stroked Grace’s head, watching her mouth work on his thick cock.

The moment he’d walked into the bar last night, he’d noticed her. She was pretty, well-shaped. I’ve got to fuck her tonight, he’d thought. And he had.

And not just that—her skin was flawless, her pussy tight and smooth. For a one-night stand, she was perfect.

Grace expertly rolled a condom onto Sam’s cock. Then she straddled him, guiding his thick shaft to her pussy, rubbing it slowly against her slit.

Wet, squelching sounds came from from between her legs. She was soaked, warmed up. Confirmed. She lowered her hips down, sinking onto his cock. The fullness rushed up through her.

That’s the feeling. A cock’s gotta be this big to really do it for me.

Two years ago, her ex-husband, Jingu, had been a joke. His dick was barely bigger than a finger—she could barely feel it going in or out. He’d last less than three minutes, shoot his load, and roll off like it was nothing. But a cock like this? This was different. This was why she fucked guys with real cocks. Korean guys? Mostly 13 centimeters, if she was lucky. Once in a blue moon, she’d hit a 16-centimeter cock.

Riding him hard from above, thick juices dripped from her pussy, and moans spilled from her lips.

“Fuck! Yeah, goddamn it, that’s good!”

Sam didn’t care what she was muttering in her own language.

He flipped her over. Made her get on all fours. Then he looked at her pussy from behind—small, neat, perfectly shaped. A little pink, a little rough around the edges, but undeniably tight. All her pubic hair shaved clean, leaving a smooth, inviting slit.

He thrust into her from behind, starting to pump. Grace loved doggy style most of all. Now she was screaming openly.

“You motherfucker—fuck me harder! Ah… yes!”

She was completely lost, and Sam pounded into her, giving it everything he had.

Grace’s ass was lush, full, and undeniably sexy. The curve from her narrow waist to her plump hips was intoxicating. Men who’d fucked her like this never forgot the taste of her tight, gripping pussy.

Then Sam’s rhythm grew frantic. He was close.

“I’m gonna cum!”

“Good! You’re doing great! Cum in my mouth!”

Sam pulled out. His cock, still sheathed in the condom, glistened with her wetness. He ripped the condom off and shoved his cock toward her face.

Grace took it deep into her mouth. It was so thick and long it strained her jaw.

She felt it throb. Then hot spurts of cum flooded her mouth. She swallowed hard, letting it slide down her throat. Then she sucked harder, drawing every last drop as if she were draining him dry.

Even after cumming, his cock remained massive, filling her mouth completely. Like having a delicious yogurt for breakfast—rich, satisfying, and thick.

“Can’t you hurry up? You always show up right at nine?”

Of course, the official start time was nine. But showing up exactly at nine was never enough. This manager, that woman—whenever they saw Grace, they’d start nagging. It was like the only thing that gave them joy was grinding the employees down.

Yesterday, it was Juhyun piling on the stress—that’s why she’d gone to the bar in the first place. Picked up some guy, fucked him hard at night, again in the morning, swallowed his thick cum for breakfast, then dragged herself to work.

Juhyun insisted everyone arrive at least ten minutes early. If you didn’t, she’d start bitching from the moment you walked in.

You’re just sucking the CEO’s cock, yet you treat us like dirt.

But Juhyun wasn’t exactly in great shape either. Last night, she’d spent hours sucking the CEO’s cock, exhausting herself. Then at home, her useless husband had climbed on top of her all night, leaving her pussy sore.

The CEO, for some reason, had taken Juhyun to a motel after work yesterday. He’d made her suck him until her lips were numb, then finally unloaded a thick load into her pussy before letting her go.

When she got home, her clueless husband was already demanding sex, desperate to eat her out. Truth was, Juhyun’s household wasn’t normal either. But at least she came from money. Her parents and in-laws had left her over three million dollars.

They say money attracts flies? Well, her husband had always been surrounded by losers. Back in Korea, it was the same—worthless people clinging to him. After immigrating to the U.S., it hadn’t changed. More losers gathered around. But now, with most of their wealth slowly drained away by her husband’s wasteful habits, only their house remained.

Unable to watch any longer, Juhyun had used her old skills from back in Korea to land a job at this company. She’d saved the family, rebuilt their crumbling life. Of course, her rise wasn’t just due to talent—her relationship with the CEO had helped.

And yet, her husband, Jang Geunda, turned a blind eye to her affair. In fact, if he sensed she’d been with another man, he’d get even more aggressive—fucking her harder, deeper, as if trying to reclaim dominance. For Juhyun, it was a twisted mix—pity for her husband, and a secret thrill in dominating him. That was her kind of life.

Born into wealth, Geunda had always attracted useless leeches. Hating the sight of them, he’d moved to the U.S. after his parents died. But even here, among Korean expats, the same parasites swarmed. Now, with their money nearly gone, most of them had finally scattered.

With his wife working, the kids in school, and nothing to do, Geunda spent his days at the gym. At 176 cm, he looked like a decent catch—charming, fit.

So what? His cock was barely ten centimeters. Smaller than the Korean average. He’d strut around, trying to impress his wife, Juhyun, but in the end, all he did was smear a little pre-cum on her pussy and call it a night.

The company where Juhyun and Grace worked was considered a success among Korean immigrants—a real estate firm. The CEO, Ha Seungjin, was the classic rags-to-riches story: came to America with nothing but two fists and two balls, suffered every hardship imaginable, then finally turned his life around by starting as a real estate broker. Now he ran Ha Star Realty, a company on the rise.

Though not yet a national name, Ha Star Realty dominated the local market. With nearly fifty franchise offices and around three hundred agents, Seungjin was practically a real estate mogul.

But behind Seungjin’s success was the silent labor of obedient female employees. Everyone in the industry knew it—Seungjin had built his empire using attractive, well-built women agents he pushed to the front. They used their bodies to win contracts.

Big apartment developments, wealthy investment firms, trusts—his agents seduced clients with body politics, landing massive deals. In return, those women were rewarded with franchise ownership, running their own branches. And at headquarters, Manager Juhyun worked hard—sucking the CEO’s cock, swallowing foreign men’s cum—all to bring in the big contracts.