Chapter 1 — The Woman Who Was a Tour Guide

Ring… The phone in the room rang.

"Hello?"

"Yes, this is David Kim, right? This is Jenny Kim. Could I come up for a moment? I think I need to explain what happened today in more detail."

"Hmph. I don't really want to talk about it anymore. I'll just file a complaint with your company when I get back to Seoul."

"Please don't do that. I'm coming up now. I'll be right there."

This woman was relentless. Huh. I was actually curious—what excuse would she come up with this time?

After hanging up, I still couldn't understand how someone like her worked in the travel industry.

Even if package tours sometimes bent the rules to make a profit, what happened today was inexcusable.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang.

She wasn't alone—there was a local Chinese-Korean guide with her.

"Have you rested a bit?"

I opened the door and walked to a chair by the window. She followed, her earlier strange expression gone, replaced by a soft, almost fox-like sweetness, her voice laced with a delicate nasal tone.

"Director Kim, what happened today was my mistake. Please, forgive me with a generous heart."

The local guide, standing awkwardly beside her, added timidly,"She really didn't mean to—"

Director? Since when did random tourists get called "director"?

Honestly, what crime had this man committed? The fox-like guide must have given the orders from the start.

As she spoke, she pulled a bottle of wine from her shopping bag and placed it on the table.

"People here don't usually drink much wine, but I thought you might enjoy it."

"What exactly are you doing? I already told you during the day—your schedule made no sense from the beginning.

This isn't tourism—it feels like we're here just to shop. I can't accept that.

And seriously, skipping an entire itinerary just for shopping? That's not some natural disaster.

We didn't break any time agreements. Why should we suffer?"

I fired my words at her without pause.

"Sir, we did our best to stick to the schedule, but small delays piled up. Please understand just a little."

"Well, you won't deny the first day was all shopping, right? I plan to file a formal complaint once I'm back in Seoul."

The fox-like smile vanished. Jenny Kim's expression darkened.

"Thomas, go back and prepare tomorrow's schedule."

"Understood. Director Kim, please rest. See you tomorrow."

After sending the local guide away, Jenny turned back to me, her smile returning—smug, almost feline.

"He's new to Shanghai, still a bit inexperienced. Please forgive him.

The Shanghai–Hangzhou–Suzhou route is quite tight, as you know. We adjust things here and there to make it work.

I'll make it up to you—any discomfort, any missed sights. I'll compensate you personally."

"............"

"It's a bit warm in here. Let me take off my jacket."

She slipped off her black blazer and draped it over the chair.

Underneath, her full chest was immediately noticeable—accentuated by the tight-fitting blouse, her breasts stood out prominently.

I caught myself staring, but she seemed to notice—and almost leaned into it, as if showing off.

She must've seduced plenty of male clients with that chest, I thought.

"Must you really file a complaint? Wouldn't it be better to just enjoy the rest of your trip?"

Getting no reply, she seemed frustrated. She lifted one leg and crossed it over the other, sitting sideways.

Her body was plump overall, but she moved easily—maybe she wasn't as soft as she looked.

"Honestly, what's there to enjoy? Tomorrow I'm on a flight. And even for a package tour, this is the worst one I've ever experienced."

"Please don't say that. I'm truly sorry. Tonight, I'll personally take care of you. Just forget about the complaint, okay?"

Her voice had turned almost pleading.

"Excuse me?"

The tone was strange, loaded. I felt uneasy.

She stood up, walked over, and took my hand—then guided it straight to her chest.

I didn't resist. I just let her.

I was flustered, yes—but more than that, I was stunned by the feel of her. Her breasts weren't just large; they were firm, round, resilient.

For someone who looked mid-thirties, they had the bounce of a woman in her early twenties.

Was this how she silenced complaints? Was this part of customer service at a major travel agency?

But how far was too far? The question kept circling in my mind.

Yet she must've made up her mind already. The moment had arrived. No clever lines came to me.

Smiling faintly, she lowered her face between my thighs.

"Hah~~"

I let out an involuntary groan. Was she really this aggressive?

With practiced hands, she unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down.

Without thinking, I lifted my hips to help her.

My cock was already fully hard. Honestly, I was a little embarrassed.

Wasn't I just scolding her for her mistakes minutes ago?

She started gently, stroking from beneath my balls upward. Then she wrapped her hand around my shaft and tapped the tip with her index finger.

I was defenseless.

Kneeling, holding my cock in her hands, her reflection in the mirror above the dresser looked like a still from a movie.

I never imagined such a scene would happen to me—especially not with a tour guide from a travel agency, someone I hadn't paid to be there.

Outside, Shanghai's night lights glittered. Inside, a curvy, plump guide had her face buried between my thighs, mercilessly working my cock.

I grew harder than ever.

"Ahh... ahh..."

"Zz... uuuh... jjuu... jjuup..."

Somehow, my cock was already in her mouth. Her lips licked the head like it was a piece of candy.

"Jjjuuuuup... jjjuuuuup..."

Then she extended her tongue, dragging it slowly from the top of my shaft down to the base.

She lifted the head with her thumb and index finger, then licked downward until she reached my balls—sucking both into her mouth like candies.

For a moment, I wondered if she wasn't actually a night guide. Her movements were too skilled.

Sometimes she swallowed my cock like a raw egg, other times she rolled her tongue around my balls, sucking them one after another.

This wasn't just service. She was devouring my cock like a starving beast.

She performed exaggerated moves I'd only seen in pornos—yet made them look completely natural.

My cock turned rock-hard. I couldn't keep my hands still.

At first, I just gently stroked her hair. Then I leaned forward and grabbed her breast.

Her tight blouse had good elasticity. My fingers slipped between the fabric and her bra, quickly finding her hardened nipple.

I twisted it slightly between my fingers. She shivered.

Her nipples weren't large, I noticed.

"Hah... haah... huk..."

Even light touches made her moan. Her breasts were clearly sensitive.

I slid my hands down to her waist and pulled her blouse off. She cooperated willingly, as if she'd been waiting.

And all the while, she brought her mouth back to my cock, pressing her lips against it.

She sucked and shook it with practiced ease. Her bold movements and the rough sounds of her sucking only excited me more.

At this rate, I'd come too quickly.

I stood up slightly. She followed, keeping my cock in her hand as she rose.

Slowly, my cock slipped from her mouth with a soft pop.

She grabbed it again, this time stroking up and down with her hand.

In the mirror across the room, I saw her—standing by the window, the city lights behind her, jerking me off.

I pulled her up and yanked her pants down.

Under her black suit pants, she wore pink panties.

The top was sheer mesh, but the bottom was lined with fabric.

I stood behind her, caressing her hips and ass.

Her ass was already damp. Definitely plump—but also lifted, firm, perky.

It reminded me of the toned buttocks I'd seen in an aerobics competition.

"Ahh... ahh... huk..."

Every light brush against her ass made her moan deeply.

Her hands, which had been around my neck, slipped down and grabbed my cock again.

She slid her hand into her panties, stroking over her mound before wrapping her fingers around my shaft.

Whether out of habit or service instinct, she refused to let go.

My fingers parted her thick pubic hair and brushed over her lips. Already soaked.

In just a few minutes of foreplay, her pussy was wide open.

And incredibly hot and wet—like stepping into a steamy sauna.

We slowly moved toward the bed. Even in that short distance, my cock stayed in her hand, and my hands never left her breasts.

As we reached the bed, we naturally switched positions.

I buried my face in her thighs. She took my cock back into her mouth with renewed vigor.

"Huuup... jjjup..."

I pulled off her pink panties. Her bush was even thicker than it felt under my fingers.

Curls covered her plump mound. Now that I looked, her arms were hairier than most women's.

I remembered reading somewhere that women with thick pubic hair were lustful by nature.

For a moment, I shuddered—had I really met a true slut tonight?

Under the dim light, her pussy came into view. Hidden beneath the thick hair, it was surprisingly small and delicate.

Wide open, but only slightly larger than a golf ball, glistening with clear, slick fluid.

I brought the tip of my tongue to her tiny, fingernail-sized clitoris.

"Huu... ugh... hah... ahh... huk..."

She twisted her body violently, stopping her sucking for a moment.

She pulled my cock from her mouth, holding it in one hand, dazed.

I devoured her clitoris—licking, sucking, releasing, swallowing again, rolling it with my tongue.

"Hah... ha... huss... ha..."

She moaned loudly, writhing, twitching, jerking.

The fluid dripping from her pussy was clear and odorless.

I could lick and suck freely, enjoying every moment.

"Zzzeuuu... uuup... jjjeop... huuup..."

The sounds were intoxicating. It was hard to make a woman moan like this while eating her out—but I found myself doing it with delicious focus.

She kept moaning, the sounds growing louder. The bed shook with her grinding motions.

"Ahh... make me yours."

"Huh?"

"Put it in me. Make me yours."

Her face was flushed with heat, drenched in sweat. She switched to informal speech, commanding me.

"Quickly."

I repositioned myself, moving between her legs as she lay flat on her back.

She spread her thighs and guided my cock to her entrance.

Led by her fingers, my cock slid smoothly into her pussy—tighter than I expected, slick and hot.

"Haaahhh... ahh... hahaha..."

She let out a long, high-pitched cry.

The opening was tight, but soaked—my cock slid in easily, surrounded by burning heat.

I had only just started slow thrusting, but she was already ready.

Then she lifted her hips, pulling my cock deep into her core.

The sound of flesh slapping flesh mixed with the wet friction of our bodies, echoing through the room.

Her moans proved she was a true slut. Her face twisted in ecstasy, her slightly upturned eyes and full lips parted widely, adding to her seductive charm.

"Huu... hng... hah... ha... a little... more... hahha... baby..."

Her voice dripped with raw desire.

Was she here to apologize? Or had she planned this from the start?

Her hands suddenly pulled my hips harder, urging me for stronger thrusts.

"Phhk... phh... phhk..."

"Ahh... ha... huk... a little... more..."

Her long nails dug into my ass. Not painful—strangely pleasurable.

The thought that an unknown woman was now beneath me, riding my cock toward orgasm, made me even harder.

"Ahh... hang... me... haang..."

She was about to come. I leaned over her sweaty upper body and pulled her tightly against me.

Then I thrust hard—several times—then slowly rotated my cock inside her.

She thrust her hips erratically, twisting her body violently back and forth.

"Haaah... I'm coming... hah... ha... aang..."

Her pussy clenched around my cock with fierce, irregular spasms.

I felt the waves ripple through her body—three, four times.

Then she squeezed my cock again, powerfully. I thrust forward with all my strength.

Holding her soaked back and ass, I felt her scream into ecstasy.

Again, she tightened her pussy. A sharp, intense squeeze. She was preparing for a second orgasm.

"Hah... I'm gonna come... huu... ngg... hah... ha..."

I drove my cock deep and twisted my hips in a slow circle.

"Hah... ahh... hahha... uhh... hng... hng... ah... baby..."

"Ah... ahh... I'm coming too..."

"Haaah... hah... huuggh..."

She gripped my ass hard and shook her hips wildly.

I matched her rhythm, driving my cock deeper with each thrust.

"Phhk... jjuup... pah... pah... jjigeudeung..."

"Hah... ha... aang... baby... ah... hah... ahh... how... ah... hah..."

"Ahh... it's coming... hah... ha... ha..."

Finally, hot cum erupted deep inside her pussy.

I poured every last ounce of strength into twisting my cock inside her. She convulsed violently, screaming.

I kept thrusting, churning her pussy. She stroked my back, riding out the final tremors.

We floated in the clouds. The intensity of the pleasure washed over both of us, overwhelming.

She was truly a slut. Through multiple orgasms, her pussy instinctively clenched around my cock, giving me unimaginable pleasure.

This was the best sex I'd had in years.

I stayed inside her for a while, then slowly pulled out and lay flat on my back.

She lay quietly, catching her breath.

"Ah... could I have some water?"

Back to formal speech? Was she coming back to her senses?

"Huh?"

"I'm really thirsty."

"Oh. Right."

I got up, opened the mini fridge by the door, and poured mineral water into a glass. I suddenly felt a bit self-conscious—naked like this.

My cock, still half-hard after cumming, hadn't fully softened.

Back in Seoul, it would've gone limp by now—but with a stranger, and after such intense pleasure, it still held its shape.

She lay flat on her back, unashamed, so I handed her the glass without hesitation.

"Thank you."

Unlike during sex, she was polite again. She drank the water in one long gulp.

"Ahh... refreshing. One more, please..."

I just handed her the whole bottle and placed it on the nightstand.

Then, feeling awkward, I sat down on the chair by the table.

"You're better at sex than you look."

"Huh?"

Yeah, that was a tough one to answer.

She gave me a knowing, mysterious smile—then walked toward the bathroom.

"I'll be right out. Want to shower together?"

Again, I couldn't answer quickly.

Seeing my hesitation, she turned back, her large breasts swaying, and walked toward me.

I swallowed hard. My cock slowly stirred, rising again.

"Hehe... looks like he's standing up again... hahaha."

She gently took my cock in her hand and led me into the bathroom.

There, guided by her hands, I washed off the sweat—and we had sex a second time.

We returned to the bed, but before dawn, we tasted that pleasure two more times.

The next morning, we exchanged brief goodbyes and left.

When I saw her in front of the group, she was back to being the proper tour guide.

Even at Incheon Airport, she acted completely normal, giving no special looks—so much so that I felt more awkward than she did.

I'd had a rare, unforgettable experience—but her calm, natural demeanor made me wonder if I was the one who'd been used.

As I walked out with the others, collecting our luggage, she gave her final farewell.

"Mr. David Kim, did you enjoy your trip? Please use our travel agency again on your next vacation. And leave us a good review.

Thanks to you, I had a great time too. Have a safe trip home."