Chapter 1 — Voluntary Gyeoreogi - A Short Story

"Not satisfying at all. You lie down."

She pushed the underperforming man onto the bed, then precisely guided his cock into her pussy with her hand and began moving up and down.

Though it had been limp and sluggish moments before, the white man now clenched his jaw tightly, face twisted as if unable to resist the sensation of being thoroughly chewed from within. His cock stood fully erect, trembling as he fought to hold back ejaculation.

She knew if she kept thrusting much longer, he'd shoot his load alone while she hadn't even come close to orgasm—leaving her empty and used. She had to be careful.

He raised an arm and grabbed her dangling breasts from below.

"Hey, don't touch my tits—they hurt."

Letting go, he instead wrapped his arms around her waist. But soon after, with far less endurance than she'd hoped, he shot a thin stream deep inside her and collapsed.

"Seriously? Are you even a real man?"

"What?"

"Where's the strength of a grown man? Where's your stamina?"

She roughly wiped herself with toilet paper, then darted into the bathroom for a quick rinse. Back on the bed, the white man lay sprawled out like a discarded doll. Without a word, she tossed a few twenty-dollar bills onto his chest.

Then she hurried out of the motel and dialed a number.

"Babe, I miss you."

"Yeah. Okay. Keep it short—I don't want high international charges."

"Aren't you lonely?"

"How could I be lonely? I'm busting my bones working to send money over there. Just save it carefully."

"Got it. Babe… our son Thomas Hyung's English has gotten amazing. And me? My English just flows now, naturally."

"Good. Even if my shoulders dislocate, I'll keep sending money. Work hard."

"Babe… I really love you."

James Yong had long believed that instead of spending money on private tutoring in Korea, it was better to invest in overseas early education—learning English and absorbing advanced culture at the same time. That's why he'd sent his wife, Sarah Myeong, and their son, Thomas Hyung, to study in New Zealand.

When his wife suggested gathering several early study-abroad students and running a local boarding house—so their child wouldn't have to live alone in a foreign dormitory—it sounded so noble, so perfect, he couldn't say no.

Two full years had passed in the blink of an eye.

He'd expected them to return at least once during Korean holidays, but they claimed airfare was too expensive and sent greetings only by email.

Whenever Sarah Myeong's face grew blurry in his memory, he'd stare at family photos to soothe the ache.

Late nights, when he came home starving, his ribs nearly touching his spine, he'd imagine her warm hands serving rice steaming gently beside him.

But all he ever found in the cupboard was a single packet of instant noodles. He'd boil it up with a crunch, eat it quietly—and call that happiness.

"Director Park, you look awfully worn out lately?"

"Yeah, just spring fever."

"You don't eat breakfast before coming in?"

"These days, who's got the guts to eat breakfast?"

Emma Kim watched David Park reply casually and felt a pang of pity.

"Director, are you and your wife doing well?"

"Extremely well."

"That's strange. Your shirts are always wrinkled."

"Hey, Miss Kim—Park Director's been a gyeoreogi—a goose father—for two years already."

"Oh… really? No wonder."

No one particularly cared about others' lives, and David Park, naturally introverted, never liked sharing his personal struggles. So almost no one at work knew he lived alone while his family stayed overseas.

"Who washes your socks? Your underwear? Your shirts?"

Emma Kim, usually composed, couldn't stop herself—curiosity poured out like water from a broken dam.

"Miss Kim. Now that you know, shut up and get back to work."

It had become routine for him to idle through the day, then only begin serious work when employees started leaving one by one. Staying late, burning the midnight oil, had become second nature—perhaps the natural rhythm of a man accustomed to solitary life as a goose father. But to his subordinates, it was nothing short of oppressive.

After learning about Director Park's night-owl habits from Emma Kim, staff began leaving promptly at quitting time, without hesitation or guilt.

Soon, the office stood empty and silent. Alone, David Park lit a cigarette, staring blankly into space, blowing ring after ring of smoke into the air.

Absentmindedly, he pressed the phone button.

The line rang and rang, unanswered.

"What? What is it?"

Sarah Myeong finally picked up, breathless, clearly annoyed.

"I miss you."

"Just earn money. Isn't that what you said—save on phone bills?"

"This is a company line. It's fine. What are you doing now?"

"I was playing golf. Hurry up and hang up!"

"Golf? It's dawn there, isn't it?"

"Whatever—just hang up. I'm busy!"

David Park had never forgotten Sarah Myeong, not for a single moment, despite the years apart.

He hadn't joined any of the lonely husbands' support groups. Every penny he saved went toward funding their son's overseas education—his sole purpose, his quiet pride.

But lately, her avoidance, her coldness during calls, made him wonder: had it all been meaningless?

Meanwhile, Sarah Myeong, having left her sleeping son at home to hunt for men, resented these sudden calls from her husband.

She couldn't forget the raw strength of his body—but after tenderly stroking his softening cock, feeling it stiffen again, filling her with thick, hot spurts of white, she'd grown addicted.

Lately, she'd begun actively pursuing white men.

With her two-year student visa nearing expiration, she knew she'd soon have no choice but to return to Korea—leaving her son behind. For now, she wanted to make the most of her dwindling freedom.

Humiliated by his subordinates' desertion and stung by his wife's rejection, David Park sat in his dim office, the city outside glowing with neon—but if not for the sudden ring of the phone, he might have stared into the night forever.

"Who is it?"

"Director? It's Emma Kim. Aren't you leaving?"

"Huh? Yeah, I should. Why?"

"I'm sorry about earlier. I thought you might still be working alone."

"It's fine. Nothing but the truth came out."

"I'm near the office… want to grab a beer?"

"Yeah. Let me tidy my drawer and head out."

David Park found the pub where Emma Kim likely waited.

Under bright lights, a live singer strummed an acoustic guitar, crooning a soulful melody.

On the oak table sat fries and a draft beer. Emma Kim had already drunk a few—the flush on her cheeks made her look radiant.

"Did you wait long?"

"No, I was listening to music—didn't notice time passing."

"You like rock?"

"I prefer rock. It feels like it means something, unlike chattering rap."

For David Park, who hadn't shared a drink with a woman in two years, let alone in such an intimate setting, a rare warmth stirred in his chest—spreading slowly, sweetly.

"How old are you?"

"Why do you ask?"

"You seem… turned on."

"Twenty-eight."

"Still not married?"

"My standards are high."

"Shouldn't you hurry before you're treated like damaged goods?"

"Not interested."

"Do you enjoy being single?"

"Opportunities haven't come."

He didn't dislike how easily Emma Kim played along with his teasing. After two years of suppressed desire, lust surged to the top of his mind—sharp, thrilling.

"Have you eaten?"

"Beer is my meal."

"You'll ruin your stomach. Want sushi?"

Slightly drunk, their steps unsteady, they reached a Japanese restaurant. But as David Park reached for the door, Emma Kim quickly stopped him.

"Why? Don't you want to go in?"

"I'm full. Maybe later, when my stomach settles. I can't eat more now."

"Let's walk. If we get hungry, we'll eat…"

David Park's tongue felt heavy, but Emma Kim, equally tipsy, slipped her arm through his and walked ahead.

Under bright streetlights, cars roared past like bullets.

But down a small slope, darkness swallowed the path—barely a light in sight.

Perfect for lovers to press lips together.

As they walked in the dark, Emma Kim briefly imagined placing David Park's hand on her lips. She blushed at her own boldness—but then, summoning courage, gently pulled his hand toward her mouth.

David Park knew he should pretend not to notice.

Yet his arm moved on its own, wrapping around her slender waist—and before either could think, his thick lips covered hers.

Emma Kim didn't pull away. Instead, she wrapped both arms around his neck, pressing her entire chest against him, opening her lips and teeth wide—as if begging for a deeper, stronger move.

His tongue slid sweetly into her mouth. She felt it push past her uvula, threatening to choke her.

Before the dizziness faded, another wave of sweetness crashed through her body.

One of his hands cautiously unbuttoned her blouse and slipped inside, reaching her breast.

She flinched, staggered—but bit her lip, determined to accept this new sensation.

Her breast flesh, firm beneath his palm, hardened instantly at the touch. Her nipple grew stiff, sending strange tingles throughout her body.

The pleasure of his fingers lightly pressing her nipple overwhelmed her.

"Ahh~"

A sweet taste flooded her mouth. Her body burned.

David Park, sensing her heat, placed a hand on the mound hidden beneath her skirt. Through the fabric, he traced the soft valley between her thighs, watching her reactions—then slowly lifted her skirt and slid his hand under.

He felt the smoothness of her inner thigh. His tongue, soft and melting in her mouth, now gave way to a clever hand slipping beneath her underwear—gently caressing her breast, then pushing her skirt higher, claiming her inner thigh.

The tenderness of his touch filled her with emotion—almost overwhelming.

But uncertainty gripped her. How far should she allow this? She twisted her legs slightly, trying to block further advance.

Yet David Park, feeling her body respond, ignored the resistance. Driven by desire to touch her most sensitive spot, he placed his hand over her panties.

"Stop… Ah, uh…"

She wanted to push him away—his face hovering over hers, eyes bloodshot—but the buried heat inside her flared, hypersensitive.

Her legs weakened completely, her body collapsing against his shoulder.

One finger slipped through the damp slit of her soaked panties.

"Hiiing… Ahh, huff~"

Her outer lips twitched, clenching as if trying to bite the invading finger. But the thin fabric only delayed the inevitable.

She wanted those panties off. Her body trembled. In response to her silent plea, a hot stream gushed out.

At the exact moment warmth spilled, David Park's finger punched through the side of her panties and plunged in.

As if waiting for it, her outer lips flared open, clamping down like they'd devour his finger whole. His finger rotated gently, stroking her vaginal walls evenly—then withdrew, only to trace her labia softly.

She craved more contact—her inner lips twitching in anticipation—but David Park's finger danced teasingly, just brushing the surface, driving her wild.

Frustrated, Emma Kim grabbed his finger and shoved it deep into her pussy. Another surge of liquid burst out.

"Aah… I feel it…"

Suddenly, her knees buckled. She collapsed into David Park's arms, falling to the ground.

He scooped her up and rushed into a nearby motel, its neon sign flickering in the dark. As soon as they entered the room, he carried her straight to the bed.

Each layer of Emma Kim's clothing peeled away revealed more of her beautiful body. David Park hastily stripped himself bare, until not a thread remained.

"I'll take a shower first."

"No. Just do it now."

"But I smell."

"I like it."

He buried his nose in her wet petals—musky, sticky—and began licking wildly, tongue darting out.

Unlike her usual self, shameless arousal surged within her. She craved this stranger sucking her insides, wanted his flesh buried deep in hers.

Her mind filled with nothing else.

Her labia split open like a ripe pomegranate, revealing soft pink flesh. She spread her legs wide, surrendering completely.

"Put it in. Take me."

She shook his shoulder, sobbing.

"Put what in?"

"That… that thing."

"You have to say it clearly. What do you want me to put in?"

"Ahh, put it in—put it in!"

Her crotch was soaked, drenched in arousal.

Ashamed of her own desperate pleading, yet furious at his feigned ignorance, she grabbed his cock with both hands and shoved it straight into her entrance.

"Oh… so this is what you wanted?"

"Hate you…"

After two years, David Park lunged into the fresh, warm body before him—plunging deep into her womb in one stroke.

"Don't just thrust—stab me, stir me."

Rather than wait for his gentle touch, Emma Kim began grinding her hips wildly, chasing another kind of pleasure.

Softness enveloped him.

The tight, elastic grip of her vaginal walls erased the need for up-and-down motion. His mind went blank, white-hot. After so long, ecstasy trembled through his entire body.

Each deep thrust drew screams from Emma Kim, filling the room.

"Squeeze your hips a little tighter."

He drove himself deep into her petals, shaking violently, balls slamming against her flesh until the bed groaned like it might collapse.

One hand kneaded her breast, the other wrapped around her shoulder, pouring saliva into her mouth.

Feeling his spit slide down her throat amid near-fainting pleasure, Emma Kim felt utterly possessed—yet greedily swallowed every drop, savoring a strange, lewd fullness.

"Take all of me. Have me—completely."

She screamed wildly, clinging to his neck like a madwoman.

In that instant, his pent-up climax exploded—his sperm surging deep into her womb.

Meeting his hot flood, Emma Kim erupted once more, releasing her own scalding stream as her body went slack.

After a long silence, David Park lifted the exhausted Emma Kim and carried her to the bathroom.

While the tub filled, he washed every inch of her with the showerhead—caressing, licking, worshipping her body so tenderly she climaxed again and again.

Her breasts swelled under his touch, nipples hardening. When he rubbed them firmly, she shivered, wanting to collapse right there on the tiled floor.

He lifted her gently and lowered her into the steaming, full bathtub.

They tangled together in the water. When the hot stream gushed directly into her gaping pussy, David Park's cock slid in effortlessly.

The bathwater churned like a storm, growing hotter.

Morning sunlight streamed through the window, warming the bodies of the two entwined figures still clinging to each other on the bed.

Emma Kim opened her eyes slowly. Beside her, David Park lay sprawled, snoring loudly.

She quickly dressed, then shook his shoulder.

"We have to go to work. Wake up."

"Today's my day off."