The park was empty when Han Gyul arrived, just the way he wanted it.
He'd been there since 5:30 AM, sitting on the same bench where Ji-Ah had found him yesterday, two cups of coffee growing cold in his hands while he waited. The system had been quiet all morning, no notifications, no quests, just the faint pulse of his HUD showing her name in his peripheral vision.
**[Han Ji-Ah - Affinity: 36/100 - Heartbeat: Red]**
Red and burning. The word echoed in his mind every time he glanced at it.
He'd read enough webnovels to know what red hearts meant in system stories. It meant desire. It meant longing. It meant that somewhere in that beautiful, lonely woman's mind, she'd thought about him since yesterday. Probably more than she thought she have.
The sunrise painted the river in shades of gold and pink. He watched the colors shift, sipping one of the coffees, his own and tried to calm the anticipation building in his chest.
Then he heard footsteps on gravel. He turned, and his breath caught. Ji-Ah walked toward him along the riverside path, and she'd clearly made an effort. Gone was the practical walking outfit from yesterday. Today she wore fitted yoga pants that hugged every curve of her legs and hips, a matching athletic jacket zipped just low enough to hint at the soft swell of her breasts beneath. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail that made her look younger, more vibrant, and her face was slightly flushed from the walk.
She looked fucking incredible.
**[Observant Eye activated.]**
The system fed him details automatically: the designer label on her outfit, the light sheen of moisture on her collarbone, the way her eyes found him immediately and stayed. She'd put on subtle makeup, tinted lip balm, a touch of mascara, makeup for a morning run. Makeup for *him*.
"Han Gyul-ssi." She smiled as she approached, and that smile did things to his chest that had nothing to do with the system. "You're early."
"I'm always early." He stood, offering the second coffee. "And I told you I'd bring coffee. I'm a man of my word."
She took the cup, their fingers brushing in the exchange. The contact lasted barely a second, but he saw her breath hitch. Saw her pulse flutter at her throat.
**[Affinity +2]**
**[Current Affinity: 38/100]**
"I should warn you," she said, taking a sip of the coffee black, exactly as he'd observed she preferred, "I'm competitive. If you can't keep up with me on the run, I won't go easy on you."
Han Gyul laughed, genuine and warm. "Manager Han, I've spent three years sitting in a cubicle. You'll probably leave me in the dust."
"Ji-Ah," she corrected softly. "Remember? No titles in the park."
"Ji-Ah." He let her name roll off his tongue, savored it. "Then you'll have to call me Gyul."
Something flickered in her eyes. Pleasure, maybe or surprise at his confidence. The old Han Gyul would never have suggested such intimacy.
"Gyul," she repeated, testing it. "I like that. It suits you better than Han Gyul-ssi."
They set off along the riverside path, side by side, an easy jog that gradually increased in pace. The system wasn't lying about his Vitality stat, his legs moved effortlessly, his lungs expanded without strain, and he found himself matching her speed with room to spare.
But he held back. Let her lead. Let her feel like she was pushing him.
It worked.
Twenty minutes in, they'd settled into a rhythm, their footfalls synchronized, their breathing heavy but controlled. Sweat glistened on her skin, and he watched droplets trace paths down her neck, disappearing into the shadow between her breasts. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted, and she'd never looked more beautiful.
"You're... better than I expected," she panted, glancing at him with surprise. "Much better."
"Full of surprises lately." He grinned. "Maybe I'll show you a few more."
The double meaning hung in the air between them. She didn't look away.
They ran for another ten minutes before slowing to a walk, cooling down along a quieter stretch of the path shaded by ancient trees. Here, away from the main thoroughfare, they were nearly alone, just the rustle of leaves and the distant sound of the river.
Ji-Ah stopped at a bench overlooking the water, leaning against the railing to catch her breath. The position arched her back slightly, pushing her ass out in those tight yoga pants, and Han Gyul had to consciously keep his eyes on her face.
"That was..." She trailed off, searching for words. "I haven't run like that in years. Not since before..." She stopped, shook her head.
"Before what?"
She was quiet for a moment. Then: "Before I got married. Before I became a manager. Before I became everyone's support system and no one's priority." She laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Listen to me, complaining to a former employee. I'm sorry. You don't need to hear this."
Han Gyul moved closer, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from her body. "I asked, remember? Yesterday, in your office. I asked when someone last saw you. I wasn't just making conversation, Ji-Ah. I meant it."
She turned to face him, and they were suddenly very close. He could count her eyelashes if he wanted to. Could see the exact moment her pupils dilated slightly.
"Gyul..." His name on her lips was soft, uncertain, hopeful.
"Send me your resume," he said.
She blinked. "What?"
"Your resume. You told me yesterday you'd help with mine. But I want to help you too." He held her gaze. "Meet me at your place. We'll make your resume proper, work it out together. I've got skills you haven't seen yet."
The double meaning was unmistakable this time. Her cheeks flushed darker.
"My place?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"Unless that's not comfortable for you. We could go to a café, but..." He glanced around at the empty path, the secluded bench, the way the trees sheltered them from view. "I thought maybe you'd prefer somewhere more private. Somewhere we can talk without pretending to be manager and former employee."
She stared at him for a long moment. He could practically see the war happening behind her eyes, the responsible HR manager fighting with the lonely woman who'd watched the sunrise alone for years.
"I have to pick up my son from school at three," she said finally. "But until then... I'm free."
Han Gyul smiled slowly. "Then let's not waste time."
---
Her apartment was exactly what he expected—and nothing like it at all.
It was in one of those new luxury buildings near the river, all floor-to-ceiling windows and modern finishes, expensive and tasteful and obviously curated by someone with money and taste. But the personal touches told a different story. A single photo on the wall showed her with a teenage boy, her son, both of them smiling. No husband in any of the frames. A stack of unread books on the coffee table, mostly romance novels with well-worn spines. A half-empty bottle of wine on the kitchen counter, one glass beside it.
She caught him looking at the wine.
"I sometimes have a glass after he goes to bed," she said, a little defensive. "It helps me unwind."
"Nothing wrong with that." Han Gyul set his bag on her dining table, pulling out his laptop. "Everyone needs something to help them unwind."
She watched him set up, and he felt her eyes on him the whole time, on his shoulders, his back, the way his new shirt stretched across his chest. The system's Heartbeat indicator pulsed steadily at the edge of his vision.
**[Heartbeat State: Red (Burning)]**
**[Affinity: 41/100]**
It had gone up three points just from walking here together.
"So," she said, sitting beside him at the table, close enough that their knees almost touched. "My resume. Where do we start?"
"First, we delete the HR manager persona." He turned to face her fully. "That resume is for corporate audiences. This is for you. What do you actually want? Not what Hana Financial wants for you. What do *you* want?"
She stared at him, caught off guard by the question. "I... I don't know. I haven't thought about what I want in years."
"Then let's figure it out together."
For the next hour, they worked. Or rather, they talked, and occasionally typed, and slowly, piece by piece, Ji-Ah began to open up. She talked about her degree in psychology, how she'd wanted to be a counselor before business school had seemed more practical. She talked about her son, how much she loved him, how tired she was of being the only parent who showed up to his events. She talked about her husband, briefly, with a careful blankness that told Han Gyul everything he needed to know about that relationship.
Through it all, they drifted closer. At some point, her knee pressed against his under the table. Neither of them moved it.
By 1 PM, they'd finished a draft she was genuinely excited about. She leaned back in her chair, stretching, and the movement made her blouse pull taut across her chest.
"Gyul." She looked at him with something like wonder. "I haven't felt this... heard... in years. Maybe ever. Thank you."
He reached out, slowly enough that she could pull away, and brushed a strand of hair from her face. She didn't pull away. Her eyes fluttered closed for just a moment.
"I told you," he said softly. "You deserve someone who sees you."
When she opened her eyes, they were dark. Hungry.
"Gyul..." His name was a breath. A question. An invitation.
He leaned in. She met him halfway.
The first kiss was soft, tentative, a question asked and answered. Her lips were warm and slightly chapped from the morning run, and she tasted like the coffee they'd shared. He cupped her face in his hands, gentle, reverent, and she made a small sound against his mouth that shot straight to his cock.
Then she pulled back, breathing hard.
"We shouldn't." But her hands were on his chest, not pushing him away. "I'm married. I'm your senior. I'm..."
"You're a woman who's been invisible for too long." He kissed her again, deeper this time, and felt her resistance crumble. "You're a woman who deserves to feel wanted. To feel desired. To feel *alive*."
Her hands fisted in his shirt. "God, Gyul. I've thought about you all night. I couldn't sleep. I kept imagining..." She cut herself off, embarrassed.
"Imagining what?"
She shook her head, cheeks flaming.
He stood, pulling her up with him, and guided her to the living room. The couch was soft, expensive leather, and he sat, drawing her down beside him. Close and intimate.
"Tell me," he murmured against her ear. "What did you imagine?"
Her breath hitched. "I imagined... your hands on me. Your mouth. I imagined what it would feel like to be touched by someone who actually *wanted* to touch me, not just..." She trailed off, but he understood. Not just going through the motions of marital obligation.
"I want to touch you, Ji-Ah." His hand found her waist, sliding under the hem of her blouse to rest on the warm skin beneath. "I've wanted to since yesterday morning. Since you turned to me on that bench and I saw you properly for the first time."
She shuddered against him. "This is crazy. This is so crazy. I don't do things like this. I've never..."
"I know." He kissed her neck, soft, slow, feeling her pulse race beneath his lips. "Neither have I. Not like this and not with someone who actually matters."
Her hands found his shoulders, gripped tight. "Gyul..."
He looked at her, really looked, and saw all of it, the fear, the desire, the desperate hunger for something real. For connection and for passion.
"Tell me to stop," he said quietly. "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll walk out that door and never mention it again. But if you want this, Ji-Ah, if you want *me*... then I'm yours. Right now. However you want me."
For a long, agonizing moment, she was silent. He could see the war in her eyes, everything she'd been taught fighting everything she'd been denied.
Then she kissed him.
It wasn't soft this time. It wasn't tentative. It was desperate, hungry, years of loneliness poured into the press of her lips against his. Her tongue slid into his mouth, and he groaned, pulling her closer, one hand tangling in her hair while the other slid down her back to grip her hip.
They broke apart gasping.
"Bedroom," she panted. "Now."
---
**[BONUS QUEST DETECTED]**
The blue text flashed across his vision as she pulled him toward the hallway, but he barely registered it. His entire world had narrowed to the woman in his arms, the way her body pressed against his, the desperate need in her eyes.
He caught a glimpse of the notification as they stumbled through her bedroom door:
---
**BONUS QUEST: First Collection**
**Objective:** Lose your virginity. Fuck this lonely, beautiful wife who's been starving for real passion.
**Requirements:**
- Mutual consent and genuine desire
- Full intimacy
- Her pleasure must be prioritized
**Rewards:**
- 2,000 System Points
- 10,000,000 KRW
- Skill Book: "Lover's Instinct (Basic)"
- Skill Book: "Aftercare (Basic)"
- Title: "Initiator"
- Affinity Cap Increased: 95 → 100
**Warning:** This is a one-time bonus quest. Failure or rejection will lock permanently.
---
His virginity. The system knew. Of course it knew.
He didn't have time to process it. Ji-Ah was pulling at his shirt, pushing it over his head, and when she saw his chest—his transformed, sculpted, perfect chest—she actually gasped.
"Oh my god." Her fingers traced the lines of his abs, his pecs, the v-line disappearing into his pants. "You're... you're incredible. How did I never notice? How did no one notice?"
He pulled her close, letting her feel all of him against her soft curves. "You noticed now and that's all that matters."
Her blouse joined his shirt on the floor. Her bra followed, and then she was bare before him, breasts heavy and perfect, nipples dark and peaked, skin warm and soft and *hungry*.
"You're beautiful," he breathed, and meant it. "So fucking beautiful, Ji-Ah."
She flushed with pleasure, with desire, with the sheer overwhelming reality of being desired. He lowered her to the bed, following her down, his mouth finding her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breast. When his lips closed around her nipple, she cried out, back arching, fingers gripping his hair.
"Yes...yes, Gyul..."
He worshipped her with his mouth, giving attention to each breast in turn, learning the sounds she made, the way she moved, the places that made her gasp and those that made her moan. The system's "Warm Touch" skill pulsed through his fingers, and he realized it was amplifying every contact, sending waves of pleasure through her with each caress.
Her hands fumbled at his belt. He helped her, stripping off his remaining clothes, and when she saw his cock, hard, thick, ready for her, her eyes went wide.
"I... it's been a while," she admitted, breathless. "And you're... god, you're so big..."
"We'll go slow." He kissed her, soft and reassuring. "I want to feel every second of this and every second of you."
Her yoga pants came off. Her panties followed. And then she was naked beneath him, spread out on her expensive sheets, looking up at him with eyes full of trust and desire and desperate need.
"Please," she whispered. "Please, Gyul. I need you inside me. I need to feel... to feel *something* real, to feel *alive*."
He positioned himself at her entrance, already wet with her arousal and their eyes met.
"Look at me," he said. "I want you to see me, to know it's me and that I'm the one who finally sees you."
She nodded, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes. "I see you too, Gyul. I see you."
He pushed inside her.
---
The sensation was overwhelming. Heat. Tightness. Wetness. Her body yielded to him inch by inch, stretching to accommodate him, and the sounds she made, gasps, moans, his name falling from her lips like a prayer, drove him wild.
"Oh...oh god..." Her nails dug into his back. "You're so deep...I can feel you so deep..."
He moved slowly at first, letting her adjust, letting them both feel every millimeter of connection. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, and when he was fully sheathed inside her, they both froze, breathing hard, staring into each other's eyes.
"You feel..." He struggled for words. "Perfect. You feel perfect, Ji-Ah."
"Move," she begged. "Please move. I need....I need...."
He moved.
Slow strokes at first, long and deep, watching her face contort with pleasure. Then faster, harder, as her hips rose to meet him, as her moans became cries, as she lost herself completely in the sensation of being filled, being fucked, being *wanted*.
"Yes...yes....right there....don't stop...*don't you dare stop*..."
He didn't stop. He couldn't stop. The feeling of her around him, the sounds she made, the way her body responded to his every thrust—it was intoxicating. He'd imagined sex before, fantasized about it like any lonely virgin, but nothing had prepared him for this. For the reality of another person's pleasure mixing with his own. For the profound intimacy of being inside someone who wanted him there.
Her first orgasm took them both by surprise. Her inner muscles clenched around him, spasming violently, and she screamed, actually screamed, his name as pleasure tore through her. He kept moving through it, prolonging it, and she thrashed beneath him, lost to everything but sensation.
When she finally stilled, gasping, he started to pull out. Her legs tightened, holding him in place.
"No," she panted. "Not yet. I want more. I want all of you. I want..." She flipped them somehow, ending up on top, straddling him, his cock still buried deep inside her. "I want to ride you. I want to feel you hit that spot again. I want..." She lowered herself, taking him even deeper, and they both groaned. "I want to come on your cock until I can't think anymore."
Holy shit.
She rode him like a woman possessed. Her hips rolled, ground, bounced, finding angles and rhythms that made stars explode behind his eyes. Her breasts bounced before him, and he reached up to cup them, to pinch her nipples, to watch her face as she used his body for her pleasure.
"I'm close again," she gasped. "So close...touch me, please touch me..."
His hand found her clit, wet and swollen, and circled gently. The effect was immediate. She cried out, back arching, inner muscles clenching, and this time her orgasm triggered his own.
He came inside her with a groan that was almost a roar, his hips thrusting up to meet hers, emptying himself into her willing body. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through him, unlike anything he'd ever experienced, and through it all she kept moving, kept milking him, kept whispering his name like a litany.
They collapsed together, tangled in sweat-slicked sheets, breathing in ragged harmony.
---
For a long time, neither spoke.
Ji-Ah lay half on top of him, her head on his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. His hand stroked her back, slow and soothing, the system's skill guiding him instinctively.
"That was..." she started, then laughed weakly. "I don't have words."
"Me neither." He kissed the top of her head. "But I know I want to do it again."
She lifted her head, meeting his eyes. Something vulnerable flickered in hers. "Was this just... a one-time thing? Because of the resume, because..."
He silenced her with a kiss. Gentle, tender and full of promise.
"This was the beginning of something," he said when they parted. "If you want it to be. I'm not here to disrupt your life, Ji-Ah. I'm here because I see you. Because I want you. Because you deserve to be wanted, every single day."
Tears spilled down her cheeks. Happy tears, he realized. Relieved tears.
"I don't know what this is," she whispered. "I don't know how it works. But I know I'm not ready for it to end."
"Then it doesn't end." He held her tighter. "We figure it out together."
---
**[BONUS QUEST COMPLETE]**
The blue text appeared, and Han Gyul read it with Ji-Ah still warm in his arms.
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**QUEST: First Collection - COMPLETE**
**Objective:** Lose your virginity. Fuck this lonely, beautiful wife.
**Status:** SUCCESS
**Rating:** S (Exceptional - Partner fully satisfied, emotional connection established)
**REWARDS DISPENSED:**
**[1] System Points: 2,000 SP**
*Balance: 3,000 SP*
**[2] Monetary Reward: 10,000,000 KRW**
*Status: Deposited to linked account*
*Current Balance: 12,817,000 KRW*
**[3] Skill Book: "Lover's Instinct (Basic)"**
*Description: Permanently enhances your ability to sense a partner's needs, desires, and pleasure points during intimacy. Level 1 of 10.*
*Status: LEARNED.*
**[4] Skill Book: "Aftercare (Basic)"**
*Description: Instinctive knowledge of how to care for a partner after intimacy—physically, emotionally, and psychologically. Builds deeper bonds and trust. Level 1 of 10.*
*Status: LEARNED.*
**[5] Title Unlocked: "Initiator"**
*Effect: +5% Affinity gain with first-time partners. +10% Affinity gain with virginity encounters (host or partner).*
*Status: EQUIPPED.*
**[6] Affinity Cap Increased: 95 → 100 for all targets**
*Effect: You can now achieve the deepest possible bonds with your collected women.*
**[NEW TARGET STATUS: Han Ji-Ah]**
**Affinity:** 85/100 (Former Cap: 95, New Cap: 100)
**Heartbeat State:** Red (Deepening)
**Bond Type:** First Collection - Soulmate Potential Detected
**Notes:** Your first collected woman. She will remember this always. Nurture this bond—it will be the foundation of your harem.
---
Han Gyul stared at the notification, processing the information. Eighty-five affinity. From 41 to 85 in a single afternoon. And a new cap, he could take her all the way to 100 now. To soulmate level.
"Everything okay?" Ji-Ah murmured against his chest.
He smiled, running his fingers through her hair. "Everything's perfect."
She tilted her head up, and he kissed her again, soft and slow and full of promise. Outside, the afternoon sun slanted through her windows. In a few hours, she'd have to pick up her son, put on her manager mask, return to the life that had been slowly suffocating her. But for now, in this moment, she was his. Warm and satisfied and utterly, completely desired.