While My Husband Was Away, Another Man Asked to Kiss Me

“Hngh……!”

The sensation of his finger sliding in and curving slightly was vivid.
My thoroughly wet lower body neither pushed away nor rejected the familiar finger.
It only clenched around it as if savoring it.
My inner walls trembled.

Jeon Seongwon, familiar with my body, quickly found the sensitive spot—shallow enough to reach with his finger.
When I flinched, he pressed down on that spot and rubbed it in circles.
My body jerked involuntarily.

“……Ah, ah! Ahn, ugh, ah, d-don’t do it so hard……!”

Before I knew it, two fingers were inside, pressing impatiently and forcefully against my depths.
Jeon Seongwon always seemed impatient during s*x.
My body grew tingly, the heat in my belly intensified, and my raised thighs trembled uncontrollably, losing all will.

His touch grew rougher.
My body, still not cooled down from the aftershocks of my release, began to shake wildly.
A whitish fluid spurted from below with each fierce movement of his fingers.

“Ahhk, ngh, unh, hnngh……!”

Trembling, I reached climax again.
This time, front and back simultaneously.
My body quivered, my chest heaving.
Before I could even catch my breath—

“Ungh, ah, w-wait a minute, Seongwon…… Ah, ahh!”

Jeon Seongwon pulled out his thick length from his unbuttoned shirt and rubbed it against my entrance a few times.
“I’m putting it in.”

An announcement wasn’t enough……!
What was the point of announcing it if he was going to start right after?
He thrust himself into my soaked entrance.

The insertion—shoved in with force rather than proper preparation—left me breathless.
And his size wasn’t small.
As it pushed all the way in with nothing but natural lubrication and brute strength, I felt as if my insides were being crushed, making it hard to even breathe.

The pleasure vanished in an instant.
It hurt too much, was too uncomfortable.
I squirmed this way and that, expressing my pain.

Jeon Seongwon pulled my convulsing body—arched backward as far as it could go—into an embrace.
Of course, pulling me in only made him go deeper.

He twitched his hips, then pulled back and thrust in again, hard.
Hard enough to push my whole body forward.
The insertion, using the weight of his body with tensed thigh and stomach muscles, still hurt.

“Ah, it hurts. Go slower……. Little by little……”

If he went in slowly, little by little, it would hurt less.
I’d have time to adjust.
But this was his habit every time we had s*x.
Within the pain, I could feel a faint pleasure.

I didn’t know if it was meant to feel good even with some pain, or if I’d just gotten used to this kind of s*x.
I held onto his back and left a mess of fingernail marks on it.

“Hngh, ugh, Seongwon…… It hurts, hng, ugh, haa……”

“……Not ‘Seongwon.’”

“……Honey.”

Then, as if praising me, he pulled his length out slowly and slammed it back in.
My whole body tensed, clenching around him as if trying to bite him off.
A scream burst from my lips, and my body jerked.
The s*x that started like that…… continued for quite a while.

* * * *

If you ask whether our problems were resolved after that day—whether Jeon Seongwon and I became closer—not particularly.

It was always like this.
Our rift wasn’t the kind that could be fixed with one or two rounds of s*x.
Anyway, Jeon Seongwon left on another business trip the next day, so there wasn’t even a chance for resolution.
And as always, I didn’t hear from him.

Still, this time I did ask him, in bed, why he had to go on so many business trips.
He answered that it couldn’t be helped—it was suddenly decided.
What did he mean, ‘couldn’t be helped’……?
Anyway, this time his destination was India.

I knew that Doseon was launching three new car models simultaneously.
Now they were entering the busiest phase, apparently occupied with factory inspections here and there.
I didn’t really know, so it was just my guess.

But after he came back from India, the business trips didn’t end.

“You’re going again?”

“That’s how it worked out.”

Five days, three days, one week……
He’d come home, then pack up and leave again.
Or he’d come home, change his clothes in a flash, and leave.
Three weeks passed with him treating the house like an inn.

An inn?
Calling it an inn—he probably visited the hotels he stayed at more often than this.
It was suspicious whether these were even real business trips.
I considered planting a spy next to Jeon Seongwon, but then I got so annoyed at myself for even having that thought that I screamed out loud.

Truthfully, after we’d been intimate that day, I’d thought he might warm up to me a little.
But he hadn’t, and I was starting to feel irritated.

Also…… three weeks passing meant I’d met Kang Chaehee three more times.
By the time I met him in the third week of Jeon Seongwon’s business trip, my mood was quite good.

“Cheers.”

Kang Chaehee shyly raised his glass and clinked it against mine.
The hazel-colored, clear liquor, slightly diluted by the ice, swirled with a clinking sound.
I’d brought this bottle from home on purpose.

Kang Chaehee’s eyes sparkled after a sip.
He blinked his brightened eyes and let out a small “Wow.”

“It’s delicious.”

Of course it was.
Because it was a very good liquor.

Not that I was Jeon Seongwon—I wasn’t going to act superior and say something like ‘Expensive liquor is different, isn’t it?’……
No. If it were Jeon Seongwon, he’d probably act pretentious, saying something like, ‘This is Remy Martin Louis XIII. It’s quite expensive. How is it?’ What’s with ‘how is it’? Does he think he’s serving flatfish?
Anyway, he had a remarkable talent for digging his own grave.

“Should I really be drinking such expensive liquor……?”

“Hmm. You’re plenty qualified.”

I was in a good mood, so I smiled and answered.
Kang Chaehee had been receiving acting lessons for three weeks.
I was excited because I’d heard the teacher rave that he was ‘the best among all the actors I’ve taught.’
According to Han Youngjun, he was now so perfect that there was nothing left to teach.

Kang Chaehee just blushed modestly at the news, but I wasn’t one to skimp on praise for such things.
Giving him some good liquor was only appropriate.
It felt pretty good to hear that the stone I’d picked up based on looks alone had turned out to be a gem.

“……Tell me this. If you went back to that time, what would you do? Would you endure it and wait until graduation? If you’d just closed your eyes for a little while back then, you’d be soaring as an actor by now.”

Kang Chaehee hesitated for a moment, then answered.
A bitter smile hung on his lips.

“No……. Even if I went back, I don’t think I could endure it.”

“That’s quite a noble sacrifice.”

Kang Chaehee let out a “Haha……” with an awkward smile.
“Because what was done to me wasn’t the only thing. What happened to him was worse.”

“Hmm……”

Was it because he was young?
Or because he was righteous?
I stared at Kang Chaehee.
No, calling him ‘righteous’ felt a bit off.
We were in a sponsorship relationship, after all.

“Um, Director.”

“What?”

“Thank you so much. I’ll do well. You really are a kind and good person, Director.”

A hollow laugh escaped me.
We weren’t that far apart in age, but I was sponsoring him—taking advantage of a younger, struggling kid.
‘Good person,’ my ass.

Chuckling, I emptied my glass and poured a second one neat.
Kang Chaehee’s glass was already empty too.

“Do you want to try it neat? It might be a bit strong.”

“I, I…… well……”

What was that?
For someone just choosing between neat and on the rocks, he looked oddly solemn.

“Director. I know this might be rude to say……. But still, just in case……”

“Just in case, what?”

I hated beating around the bush.
When I frowned impatiently, Kang Chaehee flinched, squeezed his eyes shut, and almost shouted.

“Would it be alright if I kissed you?!”

“…….”

“Uh, uhh? Heok……. I’m sorry!”

His face pale with a ‘I’ve done it’ expression, he stared at me.
I guess…… he’d meant to ease into it, but those words had just burst out first.
A chuckle escaped me before I could stop it.

“I’m…… sorry. It’s just, I’m in a sponsored position, so not doing anything felt a bit wrong too. But honestly, more than that, your lips are…… always so red every time I see them. And your beauty mark……”

Ha.
This kid must have gotten slightly tipsy from a single glass of cognac.
I rested my chin on my hand and stared at him.
His face turned even redder than when he’d heard the acting teacher’s praise.

It was amusing.
A sponsored man asking for permission to kiss.
In a typical sponsorship relationship, did people ask and receive permission for kisses?
Ridiculous.

It was ridiculous, but it also made me a little uncomfortable……
Just as I was wondering what to do, a message arrived.

[The Vice Chairman briefly met with Jang Weilin in Seoul.]

“…….”

I laughed involuntarily.

I gave a slight tilt of my chin.

“……Fine. Go ahead.”

“R-Really?”

“Yeah. Isn’t that what we are, from the start?”

Kang Chaehee’s face turned bright red, as if it might burst.