The Moment My Husband Touched Me, I Thought of Another Man

The glasses clinked a few times.
As he drank the strong baijiu, Jeon Seongwon barely touched the snacks—rare for him.
It was a habit of his when he had a lot on his mind.

“What are you thinking so hard about?”

“Thinking?”

I just looked at him in silence.
Jeon Seongwon quietly tilted his small glass.
The baijiu was fragrant and potent, top quality, but I couldn’t really taste it right now.

I wondered what was going through his head.
Was he thinking about Weilin?
Was his head about to explode trying to figure out how to explain things about him?

‘But even now……’
Whenever something happened with Weilin, he always just explained it as ‘company work.’
And then I had nothing to say.
I’d never bothered to learn about company management, using the excuse that it was too much trouble, and I was practically a layman when it came to industries like automotive.
The company I was currently part of was in fashion, anyway.

“……Yeona.”
“…….”
“Seyeon.”
“……Huh?”
“It seems like you’re the one thinking about something else.”

His low, brusque voice was truly irritating.

“Yeah. I was thinking about Weilin. So what?”

“Why would you think about Weilin?”

“Why? Does it bother you that I’m thinking about the person you’re so crazy about?”

“Haa…….”

Another sigh.
This was what I hated when talking with Jeon Seongwon.
Even when I was the one who should be angry, I always ended up feeling like I was the one being scolded……
Because Jeon Seongwon never said everything he wanted to say, just sighed heavily with a face that looked like he was holding something back.

“Seyeon.”

“Why do you keep calling me.”

“……Can I kiss you?”

“…….”

My mouth fell open in disbelief.

* * * *

“……Ugh, ngh……!”

I struggled and twisted, but Jeon Seongwon’s grip on both my wrists was too strong.
On top of that, he was straddling me, so I couldn’t thrash around much.

He’d leaned in, grabbed my shoulders, and kissed me before I even gave permission.
I pushed him away at first, but after he kept asking, “Can I not kiss you?” several times, I ended up getting swept along and dragged to the bed.

After writhing a few times, I finally gave up and went limp.
Only then did Jeon Seongwon pull his lips away.
He’d been so persistent with the kissing when I resisted, but the moment I stopped fighting, he pulled back—what was that about?

“Does your wrist hurt?”

“Even a cat would think a mouse has sense.”

He still didn’t let go of my wrists, instead burying his face in my neck and sniffing for a long time.
My heart sank—had Kang Chaehee’s scent rubbed off on me that much?—but then he lifted his head, his expression calm.
As if nothing had happened.

I wanted to smell myself to check too, but I stopped myself—it would look too strange.

After staring at me for a moment, Jeon Seongwon sat me on his thigh and asked.

“Can I kiss you one more time?”

“I told you to stop asking permission for every little thing.”

Even from before, Jeon Seongwon had always asked for permission for every single action.
At first, I liked it, but as it grew more annoying, I’d yelled at him to just do it, and after that, he’d gradually asked less.
Though it seemed he’d forgotten all about that, since it had been so long since we’d touched.

“Mm……”

This time, it was a gentler kiss, more like his usual style.
Boring, tedious, yet doing everything he meant to do.
As he sucked on the inside of my tongue, I purposely let out moans from deep in my throat.

Jeon Seongwon nibbled on my lips, then pulled away, wrapped one arm tightly around my waist, and put his fingers in my mouth.

Since I was sitting on his thigh, I was naturally looking down at him.
His dark eyes stared at me through his glasses.

I’d thought it many times, but Jeon Seongwon wasn’t very good at s*x.
Even after five years, he hadn’t improved.
He’d go through textbook-like caresses, then just push through with force.

Yet still, there were things I’d grown accustomed to over the past five years.
Even though I knew s*x with him was mostly just painful, my body began to faintly anticipate.

I sucked on his long, slightly slender fingers.
His hands were one of his best features.
Pianist-like, sleek fingers, and nails that always had a natural shine without any upkeep.
I wrapped my tongue around the shafts of his fingers, making wet sounds as I sucked for a long time.
Just as my body started to heat up, Jeon Seongwon kissed my cheek and lifted me up.

I glanced at his body.
Even though he looked lean in clothes, he worked out hard enough that he could easily toss someone as skinny as me around.
Well, he’d never actually thrown me, but……

He pulled me in tight.
I could feel his length already hard beneath me.

“Ugh, ngh…….”

A thin moan escaped.
Jeon Seongwon held me tighter, laid me down on the bed as if pressing me into it, and climbed on top of me, pulling off his shirt.

I admired his body for a moment—lean, well-defined muscles, no fat, but with a smooth, firm build where the muscle shape was well-proportioned.

I reached out and touched his abs.
Jeon Seongwon chuckled.
He stripped off all my clothes in an instant and lowered his head.

“Can I suck your chest?”

“Ugh…….”

“Because you like having your chest sucked.”

Having so many questions meant he could say things like this without any embarrassment.
We’d been married for five years.
Even though our relationship was bad and he was clumsy, we weren’t completely sexless.
Even if the intervals had gotten very long.
That much meant Jeon Seongwon knew my body inside and out.

With one hand, he fondled my chest, and with the other, he groped my waist while sucking on the other nipple with his lips.
My toes curled and twitched at the sensation, more stimulating than a kiss.

I covered my mouth with both hands.
Holding back my moans out of embarrassment once they started in earnest had been a habit since our honeymoon days.

As if he knew that well, Jeon Seongwon smiled at me.
An ambiguous smile—I couldn’t tell if his eyes were smiling or not.
That was also a habit of his.
According to him, it was just a normal smile.

“……Hoo, ugh……. Ughn……”

Before I knew it, my nipples had swollen up.
The places he’d bitten and sucked were red-hot, standing up stiff and stinging.
Trembling, I touched his hair.
He flinched for a moment and looked up at me.

I could see his lips, wet with saliva and slightly swollen.

“Can I do somewhere else too?”

“……I told you to stop asking……”

Then Jeon Seongwon gave his characteristic smile and immediately grabbed my c*ck.

“Here? Can I touch here?”

“Hhng……! Ah, n-not so suddenly……!”

It was my half-hard length, exposed with no stimulation.
The pressure of his large hand made it stiffen in an instant.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Haa…….
Sometimes I hated him asking if it felt good or not at every moment, and other times I didn’t care.
This was the latter.
I shook my head vaguely.
It wasn’t that I disliked it, but it was sudden.

Jeon Seongwon propped one hand next to my head and looked down at me, holding me with the other.
His glasses had slid down slightly.
Feeling my breath grow shorter, I used both hands to take off his glasses and set them beside the pillow.
He frowned slightly.
Not because he disliked it, but because he couldn’t see well.

“You should just get the surgery.”

“Ugh, ughn…….”

The surgery topic came up every time, but it was a goal that never got achieved.
The only thing preventing Jeon Seongwon’s vision correction surgery was himself.
He couldn’t muster the courage.
Once, he’d even gone to the hospital and then made an excuse about an urgent matter and left.

“……Ah! Ahh, hhht……”

He squeezed harder and stroked my wet length up and down quickly.
It hurt a little because he was using unnecessary force, but my stomach tightened and a simmering heat gathered.

My legs twitched on their own and stars sparkled before my eyes.
A superficial pleasure ran ticklishly through my entire body.

“Ugh, ughn, stop……. Wait, Seongwon…… I think I’m going to come already……”

“Okay.”

As always, instead of easing up, Jeon Seongwon rubbed me faster and harder, almost painfully.
The sensation of approaching climax rushed in.
I was already worked up from having my chest sucked.
Touching me directly was unbearable.
Finally, I let out a high moan and reached my peak.

“Hhhuuuhk……! Ugh, ahh……!”

My body trembled.
White fluid pooled in Jeon Seongwon’s hand, the rest spilling onto my stomach.
Jeon Seongwon spread the fluid over my still-sensitive length and rubbed a few more times.
I kept flinching.

Jeon Seongwon pressed his finger against my perineum and murmured.

“You’re really wet.”

Where was obvious.
There was no lube in either my room or his.
It was because I had a constitution that got very wet on its own.
Even now, I could feel it myself—I was so wet and slick down below that I was soaking the bedsheet.

Jeon Seongwon brought his sticky finger lower.
He traced circles around the entrance, and more fluid flowed out from the eager inside.
Then he pushed his middle finger in, deep.