Chapter 1 — The Woman I Met on a Business Trip

I was sent on a one-month business trip from Seoul to Daejeon.

To soothe our aching loneliness, she and I exchanged countless texts and calls, clinging to each other's voices across the distance.

It was a Saturday morning, two weeks into my trip.

I got a message out of the blue—she was coming down from Seoul, no warning.

My heart leapt the moment I heard her voice on the phone. I couldn't contain my excitement.

I bragged about it to my teammates who had come with me, then waited for her at the main gate, eager to greet her.

My colleague Daniel Lee tagged along, pestering me with curiosity, saying he just had to see her.

A few minutes later, she stepped out of a taxi right in front of the gate.

Her poised demeanor and stylish outfit instantly captivated Daniel Lee. "Whoa… she's hot," he muttered, shooting envious glances.

Her glossy, flowing black hair swayed as she walked. She wore an iris-colored round-neck sweater and tight jeans that hugged her curves, subtly revealing a restrained yet alluring fullness.

Her large, intelligent eyes sparkled beneath delicate makeup, like jewels catching light. Though her overall aura was calm and refined, her lips—today painted a deep crimson—stood out strikingly, unusually sensual.

Just imagining how those rich lips would envelop me tonight made my heart pound uncontrollably and my throat go dry.

We were supposed to finish work at four, but my sharp-eyed coworkers quickly urged me to leave early. Pretending reluctance, I picked her up and drove toward Yuseong.

We passed rows of restaurants dressed in greenery, each one beckoning under soft lights. We shared a light meal of cold noodles and coffee, talking and reconnecting.

But the unbearable ache of missing each other soon overwhelmed us, and without another word, we headed straight to a love motel.

The second we entered the room, we fell into a deep, wet kiss. I pulled off her top, breathing heavily, and gently pushed her toward the bed, step by step.

She wasn't passive—she yanked my t-shirt off, then sat on the edge of the bed and slowly peeled her jeans down her legs.

I knelt before her, carefully removing her socks. I pressed her small, perfect feet against my face, inhaling her scent, then ran my tongue over her soles and caressed her calves with both hands.

Her toes were painted pearl pink—like a doll's.

As my gentle hands reached her knees, she let out a soft moan and arched her head back.

Slowly, I spread her knees apart, stroking the insides of her thighs with my palms, feeling the damp heat seeping through her panties. I exhaled hot breath against the fabric.

Then, inch by inch, I rolled her white panties down.

They say a woman's sex becomes more beautiful when she holds back sex—was that true? She looked even more elegant, more exquisite than I remembered.

I took a long, deep breath—and finally began to suck.

Parting my lips, I pressed them tightly against her, using only my tongue to pleasure her.

From bottom to top, my tongue slid slickly, circling upward. When I reached her clitoris, I stiffened my tongue, swirling and flicking it again and again.

Her intoxicating moans grew louder and more desperate.

Was it because we hadn't made love in half a month? Or was it the thrill of being together in this unfamiliar city?

Whatever it was, she was moaning far more boldly than ever before.

Her boldness drove me deeper into arousal, and I lavished her with oral attention far longer, far more devotedly than usual.

Soon, she began rhythmically spreading and squeezing her legs, unable to contain her excitement. Understanding her silent plea, I lifted my body and leaned over her.

And then—finally—the ecstatic, electric sensation of entering her.

A low groan escaped me. Her slender fingers dug into my sides.

With one hand, I pushed up her bra and unhooked it, letting it fall away.

Her round, firm, milky-white breasts bounced free.

I bit them—gently at first, then hungrily, sucking and kneading them wildly.

She frantically stroked my back in response.

In return, my lips and hands refused to leave her breasts, lingering there endlessly.

Below, our bodies slapped together in a relentless rhythm, amplifying the creaking of the bed.

After a long time, lost in lust, our entwined bodies shifting and merging, I finally turned her over onto her stomach.

Her narrow waist flared into the lush, ripe curves of a young spring maiden's hips.

I rubbed my hard cock against her ass, wrapping both arms around her front, pulling her breasts into my chest, squeezing them harder.

Then came the second penetration—sharp and intense, like splitting a pomegranate.

The sensation of her supple buttocks pressing against my pelvis heightened my arousal beyond control.

What did my coarse pubic hair feel like against her smooth skin?

I kept grinding, violating her dark slit, my mind slipping into delirium.

Soon, we approached climax.

Wanting to delay it, I pulled out.

Then, still embracing her from behind, I dragged her body off the bed and stood her up.

The third penetration—slick, deep, like kiwi melting into cream—sent my saliva surging.

She bent her waist slightly, helping me slide in. My cock slipped into her with a wet, smooth glide.

Our breathing grew ragged. The air filled completely with the musky scent of our passion.

I cupped her Venus-like waist with both hands and gazed down at her backside. Her pale, plump buttocks danced vividly before me.

Between them, my cock—drenched in her juices, glistening—plunged in and out of her body, sending shockwaves through my nerves, numbing my sense of reality.

I was nearing the brink—there was no holding back now.

I slammed into her harder, roughly squeezing her breasts.

She responded with desperate cries, thrusting her hips violently against me.

Then, like molten lava rising, the heat surged from deep within.

My jaw clenched tight—every nerve ending firing—then released.

"Uuugh—!" A single, guttural cry tore from my throat.

In that instant, I quickly pulled out of her.

Grabbing my cock, I jerked off fiercely, spraying cum all over her buttocks.

One last stroke—like painting a final line—I smeared my seed across her skin.

Panting, I pulled her close, holding her upright. Her earlobe was still burning red—her excitement not yet faded.

Drip… drip… thick drops of semen fell slowly to the floor.

For a while, we stayed like that, savoring the scent of each other's sweat, nuzzling faces, sharing slow, lingering kisses.

Our kiss lingered in the room—so sweet, so fragrant—it seemed to circle endlessly in the air.