Side Story 1.3

After that, the apartment became their secret meeting place. Instead of moving, Han Baek-geon always seemed to know and followed her there whenever she visited.

Of course, he didn’t just come along. Sometimes they shared meals and spent languid hours in his embrace.

Yoon-jae felt happy but also somehow embarrassed. Leaving alone and returning together made her feel self-conscious in front of Butler Song or Ms. Yoon.

If she didn’t go out for a few days, Han Baek-geon would subtly ask if she wasn’t going to the study, making it difficult to avoid. Naturally, she ended up going out two or three times a week.

‘It’s fine, go ahead. Even moms need a break sometimes. Don’t worry about Yoo-na. She’s sleeping better and her cheeks are plump and adorable. I’ll keep an eye on her while you’re away.’

Butler Song, like Ms. Yoon, practically pushed her out the door. Knowing they genuinely adored Yoo-na made her feel both grateful and apologetic.

Yoon-jae drove to the apartment. She had recently renewed her license and taken a refresher course, which sparked her interest in driving.

Despite having been a closet driver, she was surprisingly good at it, much to her own amazement. Although parking was still a bit tricky, her confidence had grown considerably.

The apartment’s parking lot was spacious, making parking relatively easy. She parked the car and took the elevator up.

Upon entering, she headed straight to the kitchen. After brewing coffee, she went to the study and picked up the book she had been reading.

As she sipped her coffee and immersed herself in the book, she suddenly felt a gaze upon her. Han Baek-geon had entered silently, watching her like a predator.

“When did you get here?”

Her face flushed with a girlish excitement. Her heart raced at the sight of her husband.

Today, he looked particularly wild. Unlike usual, he hadn’t bothered with a tie, and his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his collarbone.

“What happened to your tie… ah!”

She spoke absentmindedly, startled as he suddenly approached and lifted her to her feet.

Han Baek-geon embraced her, pressing his hips against hers. Pushed forward against the desk, she felt his lower body against hers.

The gentle contact warmed her body like a rising fever. While she was caught off guard by the unexpected contact, Han Baek-geon’s hands were already lifting her skirt.

As he removed her underwear, her smooth, firm buttocks were exposed. Yoon-jae turned around, flustered.

“Here?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

Han Baek-geon responded nonchalantly, spreading her cheeks wide. He leaned close to her enticingly glistening red center, contrasting with her pale skin.

“Ah!”

Yoon-jae gasped as his tongue and lips unexpectedly brushed against her entrance and perineum. Han Baek-geon buried his face, wetting her sensitive area.

Her lower body grew damp. Despite the sudden contact, her entrance responded quickly. His tongue teased her rounded nub, making her hips twitch.

His hands kneaded her buttocks, his breath tickling her skin, causing her to shiver. Despite the abrupt approach, she was already soaked.

Wet breaths escaped her lips. Bent over the desk, exposing her bare skin, she was filled with anticipation.

“What a view.”

His words, subtly embarrassing, made her blush to her ears. After loosening her entrance with his tongue, Han Baek-geon stood up.

He unbuckled his belt, stroked his length a few times, and immediately slid it between her narrow opening. He pressed the tip against her entrance, thrusting deeply.

“Ah!”

The sudden insertion made her entrance throb before smoothly swallowing his length. The sensation of her tight walls gripping him made Han Baek-geon bite his lip.

The sticky, smooth texture was exquisite. He felt he might cl*max after a few thr*sts. Biting his lip, he pushed his hips deep.

“Mmnh.”

Yoon-jae moaned, gripping the desk. Her fingers slipped helplessly across the smooth surface.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pushing deeper. Her entrance contracted around his length, pulling him in. Han Baek-geon looked down, filled with satisfaction. He pressed his thumb against the wrinkled skin above her entrance, pushing firmly.

“Ah!”

Yoon-jae turned around, startled. Despite the deep penetration, the pleasure from his length filling her was overwhelming.

Every time he thr*st deeply, his thumb pressed further. The strange sensation made fl*ids flow down her thighs, dirtying them.

As he thr*st deeply, her body trembled, moaning. The slow, deep thr*sts made her mind feel feverish.

“Ah, ah. This feels strange. Ah.”

“Don’t like it?”

At his question, Yoon-jae quickly shook her head. Han Baek-geon chuckled softly, lifting her chin to kiss her.

He sucked her tongue forcefully, kneading her br*asts. Her *rect n*pples stood out, pressing against his palm.

Meanwhile, his length continued its steady rhythm. Each deep thr*st made Yoon-jae’s body tremble slightly.

Her face flushed and her swollen br*asts showed her excitement. Han Baek-geon pulled his length out, leaving only the tip at her entrance before thrusting deeply again.

“Ah!”

Her cries were enticing. Her clumsy attempts to move her hips with each rough thr*st were alluring.

Han Baek-geon smiled with satisfaction, spreading her cheeks wide. He inserted his hand, rubbing the skin around their joined entrance.

“Ah, ah, ah. Mmnh.”

Her cries spilled out uncontrollably. His fingers pushed alongside his length, penetrating her deeply. Yoon-jae flinched in surprise.

But his fingers delved deeper. The strange sensation made her body heat up. Without realizing it, she pushed her hips back, taking him deeper.

Han Baek-geon moved his hips gently, rubbing his length in circular motions. His fingers took advantage of the gap, rubbing her inner walls.

“Mmnh, stop. Ah.”

Panting, Yoon-jae moaned. Han Baek-geon rubbed her inner walls deeply before withdrawing his fingers. His wet fingers slid up, circling her nub.

“Ah!”

Yoon-jae lifted her head, gasping for breath. Her body felt hot, as if she had swallowed flames.

Each deep thr*st of his length into her entrance was intensely stimulating. The heavy pressure overwhelmed her. Yoon-jae continued to m*an, accepting him fully.

With each deep thr*st, the sharp pleasure pushed her towards cl*max.

“Ah, ah! Ahhh!”

Han Baek-geon held her tightly as she collapsed in ecstasy, thrusting deeply. From the tip of his throbbing length, thick fl*id erupted.

But it wasn’t over. He relentlessly sought her nub, rubbing it vigorously.

“Mmnh!”

Yoon-jae’s body trembled violently, as if in convulsions. The intense friction caused by his fingers pressing down brought her to another peak almost immediately.

Despite having cl*maxed, her narrow entrance continued to grip the unyielding length tightly. Han Baek-geon exhaled deeply, his face flushed with pleasure.

He withdrew his stiff, deeply embedded length. Thick, warm fl*id trickled out of her stretched entrance in heavy droplets.

His hands gently repositioned Yoon-jae, laying her straight on her back. Then, he slid himself between her thighs. The plump head of his member rubbed against her folds, occasionally pressing against her sensitive nub.

Her already swollen and reddened flesh reacted sensitively to even the slightest stimulation. A soft m*an escaped through Yoon-jae’s clenched teeth.

“Ahhh…”

Han Baek-geon once again pushed his length into the narrow space. Her thoroughly drenched core greedily began to envelop him, trembling as though in convulsions.

Her mind was a chaotic mess, entirely consumed by the overwhelming sensations. Reflexively, Yoon-jae moved her hips in sync with his.

Spreading her legs as wide as possible, Han Baek-geon thr*st deeply, his movements so intense that she could feel his body hair brushing against her. Her entire body went limp under the deep penetration.

“Touch yourself.”

He guided her hand to rest on her sensitive nub. Yoon-jae, her face flushed with uncertainty, began rubbing her nub frantically.

She had already experienced the sensation countless times, yet stimulating her cl*toris with her own hands felt like a new, intoxicating kind of pleasure.

His thick, veined shaft plunged in and out of her slick entrance without pause. Each deep thr*st and withdrawal sent waves of ecstasy crashing through her, making her vision blur.

“Ahhhk!”

Yoon-jae cried out, her body twisting in response. Her already pliant body quivered uncontrollably each time her fingers stimulated her nub while he continued his relentless rhythm.

Han Baek-geon’s lips trailed along her neck, sucking hard enough to leave red marks on her pale skin. His mouth alternated between nibbling and sucking on her tender flesh.

He hungrily latched onto her firm br*asts, biting and sucking as if starved. His tongue pressed down on her hardened n*pples, rolling and sucking them deeply. Yoon-jae’s body jolted violently, the intense pleasure driving her to yet another peak.

“Ah, ah! Ahhh!”

Her entrance tightened suddenly, gripping his length firmly as if refusing to let go. The surge of fl*ids made his movements even smoother as he continued to thr*st.

Han Baek-geon gripped her hips tightly, driving himself deeply into her. After burying himself as far as he could, he poured all his pent-up desire into her. Holding her sweat-drenched body close, he thr*st deeply one last time before releasing himself.

Exhausted, Yoon-jae felt his release deep within her. Her entrance contracted once more, greedily accepting the warmth he spilled inside her.

Their ragged breaths filled the room as the intense movements subsided. With their bodies still pressed together, they savored the lingering afterglow of their shared pleasure.

Even after that, Han Baek-geon would occasionally visit Yoon-jae to satisfy his desires. The encounters, tinged with a sense of secrecy, became sweeter and more thrilling each time.