Chapter 2 — The Woman I Met on the Journey. 1 (2)

We got off at Gangneung Station. Without a word, our hands had already found each other, tightly clasped. As we stepped onto the platform, the clock read 11 p.m.

She was shivering slightly—maybe from the night air, or just the thin cardigan draped over her shorts. I took off my coat and wrapped it around her.

At first, she insisted she was fine, but once she slipped into the warmth of my coat, she looked up at me and smiled softly.

"Thanks."

Somehow, we’d already slipped into casual speech.

"Are you hungry?"

I asked her. My stomach churned—maybe from the alcohol.

"I'm starving. My stomach feels kind of sour, though."

As soon as we left the station, we spotted a small restaurant with a bright yellow sign—haejangguk, hangover soup. We went straight in.

"Two servings of haejangguk, please."

While we waited, I leaned in.

"Keep telling me what you were saying earlier."

"What?"

"About your husband."

"You really want to know?"

"Well, I’m curious. You left it hanging."

"One bottle of soju, please."

I looked at her, surprised.

"You’re drinking again?"

She didn’t answer—just nodded silently. When the soju arrived, she poured herself a glass and downed it in one go.

"Mmm. I actually had someone I really liked before. We dated seriously, but then we broke up. Six months later, I met my current husband and married him."

That was the gist of her story. She’d fallen into marriage quickly after heartbreak, and since then, she’d lived only for her family.

But lately, her husband’s company had hit hard times. His temper grew worse every day, and her loneliness deepened—until she found solace in chatting online.

Then today, after a huge fight with her husband, she stormed out in nothing but her cardigan, driven by anger and a crushing sense of self-doubt—What am I even doing?—and ended up here, with me.

"Yeah. I see. But… have you ever had sex with someone else besides your husband?"

She didn’t look at me. Just shook her head slowly.

"So… am I the first?"

She nodded.

I pretended to be shocked. Earlier, the way she asked for beer, the way she pushed back about snacks—it all made me think she was easy.

"Actually…" she finally spoke, her voice quiet.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"From the moment you put your hand inside me… I was awake."

She downed another glass of soju.

"You were awake? Then why…?"

"I don’t know. Maybe I just gave up. Maybe I was curious. Curious about you… and about another man. And… I didn’t hate the way you looked at me."

Her face flushed—whether from the alcohol or embarrassment, I couldn’t tell.

"I see."

I felt a little ashamed, suddenly. I stopped talking and just ate my soup.

When we finished, she said softly,

"Baby… let’s go see the ocean?"

"Yeah. Let’s."

We left the restaurant and hailed a taxi.

"Driver, take us to the beach."

"At this hour?"

"Just somewhere quiet. Where no one else is."

"The beach at night? Well, who’s gonna be out there anyway? Hahaha."

The driver shrugged and started driving.

Soon, the salty sea air filled my nose. Swoosh.

We got out and walked down to the shore. No one else around—just us and the faint shimmer of starlight.

Crash. Crash. We dropped onto the sand, shoulders touching.

We poured the remaining soju into paper cups. I casually draped my arm over her shoulder. She leaned her head against me—maybe from the alcohol, maybe from something else.

After a while, she spoke.

"Did you like eating me?"

I was startled, but laughed to ease the tension.

"Tasted good. You squeeze tight. Heh heh."

She stared at me, wide-eyed.

"Hahaha. You bastard."

She was clearly drunk. Cursing me, her tongue thick and clumsy.

"You know why I gave you my body? Why I came here with you to this beach at this hour?"

"I don’t know."

I suddenly felt awkward.

"You liked it when my pussy swallowed your dick, didn’t you? You sick fuck."

Her words hit me like a slap. Was she just drunk and lashing out? The warmth of the night, the ease I’d felt—it all vanished. I got angry.

"You’re wasted."

I pulled my arm away and pushed her off my shoulder. She stumbled, then stood, swaying, and pointed at me.

"All men are the same! No love—just sex. You liked it too, didn’t you? Admit it!"

Her slurred voice poured out like poison.

"This body? It’ll rot when I die anyway. So I gave it to you. Take it as a souvenir, you bastard."

Then she turned and staggered toward the sea.

"Hey?!"

I stood frozen, watching her walk unsteadily into the dark water. I could only stammer,"Ah—ah—"

The water reached her ankles, then her knees. She fell once, twice—but kept going.

I realized I couldn’t just stand there. I ran in after her.

"Hey! Stop!"

"Don’t stop me, you bastard!"

We were waist-deep now. I grabbed her, lifted her up, and carried her to a nearby rock where only her head was above water.

She screamed at me, tears mixing with seawater.

"I said don’t stop me!"

Then she started pushing me away. I pulled her close, wrapping my arms tightly around her. The waves crashed against us, tossing our bodies.

She collapsed into my arms and sobbed.

"I’m sorry. I’m so sorry."

I whispered back,"It’s okay. I’m sorry too."

I held her, rocking gently as the waves rocked us.

Our bodies swayed. The water rose past our knees. I held her tighter to keep us from falling. She clung to me just as tightly.

Then suddenly—her lips crashed into mine.

Her tongue plunged into my mouth, wild and unhesitant. I was shocked, but I sucked her tongue fiercely, matching her hunger.

Our tongues twisted together, biting, sucking, devouring.

Our clothes were soaked—her blue t-shirt and my shirt clinging tightly to our skin.

I felt her wet breasts press against my chest. My cock throbbed instantly, rising hard beneath my soaked pants.

Like a man possessed, I crushed her lips with mine and tore off her t-shirt. She ripped open my shirt buttons, one by one, pulling my clothes off.

I threw her t-shirt onto the rock. Under the starlight, her skin-colored bra was visible.

Her small, perky breasts rose beneath the wet fabric. I peeled off her bra.

Her bare chest revealed under the stars—her skin pale, her nipples hard. She looked so damn tempting.

We tore at each other’s clothes, desperate. Threw them onto the rock. Naked under the black sky, alone on the dark shore.

I turned her around, pressing her back against the rock. From behind, I grabbed her breasts tightly.

I rolled her nipples between my fingers. She arched her neck, moaning, and reached back to pull me closer.

Her hips jutted out, above the water that reached our knees. My cock stood fully erect.

I dropped to my knees and bit her hip hard.

She flinched, gripping the rock. I spread her legs slightly wider.

My upper body above water. Her legs open, standing in the sea, hands on the rock.

I pressed my tongue to her pussy.

Crash. Crash. The waves rocked me, but I held her thighs. She gripped the rock tighter.

I ran my tongue from below, up along her slit, straight to her clit.

Slurp. Slurp.

Her pussy was open—wet and ready. My tongue found her clit and circled it.

Then deeper—into her folds, into her heat.

Was it the waves? Or the arousal? Her hips trembled violently.

This time, I pulled her around and dropped to my knees in front of her.

Her chest just above water. Me standing in the sea.

She grabbed my cock, brought her mouth to my tip, and flicked her tongue out—sharp, swirling around my head.

"Uhhn."

Her tongue grew faster, then suddenly—she gripped my shaft and plunged her mouth down, taking my entire cock into her throat.

Slurp. Slurp.

Gulp. Gulp.

The sound of waves, the wind, and her deep sucking.

She knelt, face above water, mouth full of my cock, unaware that the tide was rising around her.

She sucked fiercely, deep-throating me, her nose buried in my pubic hair, her throat swallowing my length.

I couldn’t hold back.

I pulled her up, turned her toward the rock, spread her legs, aimed my cock at her entrance—and thrust.

Slurp.

My cock buried deep inside her. She threw her head back, gripping the rock, her neck arched.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

"Ah. Baby, harder. Harder!"

I grabbed her hips and pounded into her like a madman.

Slap. Slap.

I slapped her ass with each thrust, driving deeper.

I’d bury it deep, press hard—then twist slowly. Pull out gently, drag my tip around her entrance, swirl it—then slam back in.

Spin inside her, deep and tight.

"Ah. Baby, I’m going crazy."

She cried out, her voice echoing across the vast sea. I thrust faster.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

"Ah—ah—"

I felt my climax rising. I pulled her upright, pulled her body flush against me, and grabbed her breasts with both hands.

My body tensed.

I came—hard.

My hot cum pulsed inside her. She shivered. Her pussy clenched around my cock, drawing every drop deep into her womb.

When her pussy seemed to have drunk it all, I slowly pulled out, turned her around, and kissed her—fierce, deep, burning.

The sea had risen to our waists.

We scrambled up the rock, grabbed our clothes, and ran out of the water.

The sadness from earlier was gone—washed away by salt and sweat and release.