"Holy crap, so many views!" Seo Joon exclaimed upon seeing the views on his video with Shia.
He had been out of the shower for a while and, after drying off, lay down on his bed. The first thing he did was check his social media while letting some videos play on NewTube. After all, he had spent several weeks in a world where digital platforms weren't as developed, and the lack of modern entertainment had been exhausting. So, upon returning, the first thing he wanted to do was catch up; it was almost a ritual to relax before going to sleep.
Just as sleep was beginning to overcome him, a pang of curiosity crossed his mind. What had happened to that video he had uploaded to his X account a few days ago? Without thinking too much, he opened the app to take a look.
What he saw left him completely surprised. The view counter already showed half a million. Half a million! That number was insane, and without a doubt, the video had gone viral.
Without much thought, he went to check his PayPal account. His face froze when he saw the amount he had accumulated. One million won. In less than a week. That was, without a doubt, an unexpected stroke of luck. In dollars, it was about 600, but if he converted it to pesos, it was around 12,000. A considerable amount, for someone who wasn't exactly used to earning money so quickly.
"Wow, it seems being a porn actor pays better than I thought," Seo Joon thought with a chuckle.
"What's wrong with people?" Seo Joon thought, intrigued by the sudden burst of attention. In the end, he just shrugged. There was no point in worrying about it.
He quickly opened his PayPal account and transferred all the money to his bank account, which was practically empty. Seeing the balance finally go up was a truly wonderful surprise.
Ding.
Shia Noona:
Shall we go for a jog tomorrow morning?
Seeing the notification, Seo Joon raised an eyebrow in interest. He remained thoughtful for a few seconds. To be honest, the whole time thing still felt like a mess to him. Having spent weeks in another world made him feel as if nothing had progressed in his real life… as if he hadn't seen Shia in much longer than it actually had.
That strange feeling was definitely problematic. Seo Joon quickly opened the message and replied.
Seo Joon: Of course, Noona, I miss you so much!
Seo Joon: (༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ)
On the other side of the screen, Choi Shia frowned slightly with curiosity as she read his message. This sudden display of affection felt strange; after all, they hadn't been apart for very long, but Seo Joon's words carried a weight that made it feel as if weeks had passed. Despite the message's oddness, she couldn't help herself: her lips curved into a sweet and charming smile that illuminated her already beautiful face.
Shia Noona: Hmm? What's with the sudden enthusiasm?
Shia Noona: Did something happen while we were apart?
Seeing Shia's response, Seo Joon, an idiot, then remembered that in his world, no time had passed since he left. Recalling that it had only been two or three days since he'd last seen Shia.
Seo Joon: Nothing, nothing… it's just that… I don't know, it felt like a long time had passed since we last spoke.
Shia Noona: A long time? You idiot, it's only been two days!
Seo Joon: It felt like months!
…
Upon seeing Seo Joon's message, Shia's cheeks flushed pink. He looked down and saw her milky breasts barely covered by a nightgown, which was stretched to its limit by her large breasts, as if they wanted to escape for air.
Shia glanced toward the bedroom door and strained her ears at the sound of the shower running. She knew her husband was still showering.
His hands went to the hem of her nightgown and gently slid it upwards, finally stopping over her milky breasts; as they were freed from the pressure of the nightgown, her breasts began to bounce and then, after a few seconds, stopped.
Click.
The front camera flashed as Shia clicked to take a picture.
Shia Noona: Make sure you get there early.
Shia Noona: Image
Seo Joon eagerly downloaded the image. Upon seeing it, he felt a slight excitement course through his body. Choi Shia looked enchanting in the photo, provocatively holding one of her breasts, the pink nipple peeking out between her fingers, making her look incredibly alluring.
"Definitely, big-breasted MILFs are the best," Seo Joon murmured, eyeing Shia's large breasts.
After answering, Seo Joon closed his eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.
...
The next morning, Park Sihoo woke up, looked at himself in the shower mirror, his eyes bloodshot and dark circles under them.
For some reason, after discovering the "Venerable Boy of the Famous Autumn Mountain" account, he couldn't fall asleep. The gnawing thought that his wife was cheating on him intensified after watching that video.
Choi Shia got ready very early in the morning, choosing comfortable athletic wear for her run. She put on a pink Adidas sweatshirt and black leggings that hugged her figure perfectly; the tight leggings accentuated her ample backside.
Then she went to the bathroom, where she pulled her hair back into a high, neat ponytail. She brushed her teeth, rinsed her face with cold water, and, when she was finished, looked at herself in the mirror.
A fresh, confident smile appeared on her lips. Her clean, energetic appearance made her feel satisfied.
When she arrived in the living room, Shia found her husband sitting at the table, eating breakfast. As soon as she saw Park Siho's tired face, she frowned slightly with concern.
"Are you okay?" she asked as she approached. "Why do you look like that?"
Park Siho looked up, his thoughtful frown disappearing at his wife's genuinely worried expression. He offered a strained smile.
"Uh… yeah, I'm fine," she replied, scratching the back of her neck somewhat uncomfortably.
Then she noticed Shia's workout clothes: the pink sweatshirt, the leggings, her hair neatly pulled back in a ponytail. It was clear she'd gotten ready to go out.
"And you?" she asked, tilting her head in surprise. "Do you exercise in the mornings now?"
Choi Shia smiled sweetly and nodded calmly."Of course. I already mentioned it, didn't I? I'm going for a jog," she replied as she approached.
She leaned down and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, a routine gesture every morning.
"I'll go out first, honey. Have a good day, do your best!" she added lightly as she grabbed her keys and headed for the door.
Park Siho watched her go. "Um, okay."
At that moment, a feeling of unease grew in Park Siho's heart. Something about the way Shia had left gave him a strange feeling, and combined with what he had seen yesterday, his unsettling feeling intensified. For some reason, while chatting with his wife earlier, his face seemed to overlap with that of the woman in the video. He finished his breakfast quickly, leaving the plates on the table, and headed to his bedroom.
Upon entering, he saw his clothes neatly ironed on the bed, ready for him to get dressed. Without wasting any time, he changed, and after a few minutes, Park Siho left his apartment with a firm step and renewed confidence.
"I must be overthinking this… Shia wouldn't be capable of doing something like that," Park Siho told himself as he walked down the street, trying to calm the unease that still lingered.
Swiiish.
Suddenly, a dark shadow passed by him, pulling him from his thoughts. When he looked up, he was met with the imposing figure of Seo Joon. Wherever he went, he seemed to command everyone's attention.
His height immediately stood out, his perfectly defined musculature exerted a sense of oppression, and his face possessed a magnetism that made it impossible to ignore. Seeing how he was dressed, in casual sportswear, Park Siho suddenly recalled his wife's words that very morning: "I'm going for a jog."
Park Siho didn't know why; perhaps it was the stars in the sky, the laws of the universe, or the will of the world itself, given his role as a "mc" in a pornwha, that told him something was very wrong with this unknown man he'd never seen before and Shia.
Paranoia? Magic? Or simply intuition?
His mind paused for a moment, absorbed in the idea that had been brewing for some time. Thinking about it, he paled.
"Wait!" Park Siho shouted, extending his arm forcefully, trying to stop Seo Joon.
But it seemed the man hadn't heard him. Without thinking, he started running after him, fighting to catch up.
Seo Joon noticed someone following him. He glanced quickly out of the corner of his eye and saw a middle-aged man struggling to catch up. Seeing the man's miserable face, Seo Joon thought he was trying to rob him, and a contemptuous smile spread across his face as he increased his speed.
"Hmph… some bastard trying to rob me? Ha! What a joke!" Seo Joon thought arrogantly. "I'm the fucking Lightning McQueen." Then Seo Joon thought something. "Oh wait, with my tan, I should be the fucking Speedy Gonzales, HAHAHAHAHAHA, bite the dust, you little bitch." Seo Joon's speed increased again.
Park Siho, feeling the urgency, accelerated as much as he could. His breath became ragged and his heart pounded as he rounded a corner, trying to close the gap.
But then he saw him: that guy was gone. The distance between them had multiplied in an instant, leaving him behind, as if he'd vanished into thin air.
Park Siho stopped for a moment, panting, a mixture of frustration and disbelief in his voice. He couldn't understand how anyone could run like that.
Park Siho gasped, leaning against the wall to catch his breath. He clenched his fists tightly, his face contorted with frustration and bewilderment.
"Damn it! What's wrong with me?" he muttered through gritted teeth. "Why am I suspicious of a stranger?"
He didn't understand. He'd never felt anything like this before; it was as if something or someone was telling him something was wrong with this person. He sighed in frustration and muttered again, more to himself than to anyone else:
"And what's with that guy...?"
He stared at the empty street for a moment, his heart still racing, and couldn't help but think: Are all young people this athletic now? He remembered how that young man had literally left him in the dust, and a mixture of disbelief and bitter admiration washed over him.
He glanced at his watch and immediately realized he was late for work.
"Damn it!" He muttered to himself, frustrated and powerless.
After catching his breath and calming his breathing a little, Park Siho clenched his fists and quickened his pace, walking briskly down the street. Each step seemed to carry with it the mixture of urgency, anger, and bewilderment that still haunted him. He had to get to work on time… and at the same time, he couldn't shake the unease from his heart.
...
The morning sun gently illuminated the park, bathing the paths in a warm light. Choi Shia was already jogging, her breathing light and rhythmic as she moved along the path. She had barely arrived when Seo Joon caught up with her, his firm and confident stride perfectly synchronized with hers.
"Oh, hi!" Shia greeted, adjusting her ponytail and flashing a charming smile.
Looking at Seo Joon, something about him caught her attention. For a moment, his gaze turned strange, filled with curiosity and a touch of bewilderment.
Somehow, he seemed to have changed. He looked slightly taller, and his musculature, though subtle, seemed more defined.
"Um… why do you seem to have changed a bit these days?" he asked, trying to sound casual, though intrigue was evident in his voice.
Seo Joon, who was smiling, was taken aback by the observation. Now that he thought about it, during his time at Queen Bee, he had spent two long weeks training like crazy. It was no wonder his appearance had changed slightly; even he had noticed it himself.
Even so, he kept smiling and tried to sound casual. He raised an eyebrow, amused by Shia's observation.
"Hmm?" he replied with a slight smile. "I've just been training a little, nothing out of the ordinary."
Shia nodded, though he couldn't help but continue watching him as they continued jogging. His mind kept wondering if such a change could be normal in so few days. Finally, he shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
On the other hand, Seo Joon had absolutely no idea that Shia's husband had already suspected him; perhaps he would confront him soon.
...
~Suck
~Slurp...
~Nnnyagnn...
In a dark alley, two people were locked in a lascivious kiss. They separated, leaving a trail of saliva between them.
"W-wait, not here..." Choi Shia stammered as she felt Seo Joon's hands begin to massage her sumptuous and alluring breasts.
Seo Joon smiled, his free hand sliding down and grasping a large piece of Shia's buttocks. Her rear was so luscious that the flesh protruded from between his fingers. "Noona, you're so mean. This whole jogging thing was just an excuse, wasn't it?" he asked as he began to trace kisses along Shia's neck.
~Mmmghm.
"N-no...t-that's not true," Choi Shia gasped, biting her lower lip as she tried to resist Seo Joon's increasingly pleasurable touch.
Unconsciously, her hands began to explore Seo Joon's broad chest. Feeling its hardness, Choi Shia confirmed her earlier suspicions: this guy had become even sexier.
Thinking about it, Shia felt her body heat up even more. At that moment, Seo Joon leaned close to her ear and whispered:
"Noona, can you give me a blowjob?"
Shia's hands paused for a moment. Noticing this, Seo Joon insisted, "Come on, Noona, I'll be late for class because I went out with you. Don't I deserve a reward?"
While whispering, Seo Joon didn't forget to spread Shia's plump buttocks, which were firmer and more tempting in leggings.
Shia glanced toward the alley entrance. Seeing no one, she gritted her teeth and whispered, "Okay, but only that, nothing more..."
Seo Joon nodded. "Of course, Noona, let's leave the rest for later..."
With that, Choi Shia knelt down. Her trembling hands lowered her shorts and boxers slightly.
Immediately after, a thick, veiny cock with a purple glans struck her beautiful face, slightly surprising her.
She took the cock in both hands, kissed the glans, parted her red lips, and took it into her mouth.
"Ufff, that feels so good!!" Seo Joon gasped as he felt Shia's warm, tight mouth, he stroked her hair and encouraged her to continue.
Shia's eyes, feeling Seo Joon's caress on her hair, narrowed into a half-moon shape, and she kept her gaze fixed on his expression. Seeing his satisfied face, Shia felt emboldened to swallow more.