“...What?”

Lee Wooshin froze at the sudden flood of tears.

It wasn’t the first time she’d seen his cock, but she’d never really looked at it—never studied the tattoo etched onto it like some kind of ritual mark. Now that she could see it clearly, her heart started to race in an odd, fevered way.

But he seemed dissatisfied, pressing the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he wrapped one hand around his erect shaft.

“So what, I’m losing to your ex-husband right now?”

The flushed, swollen head of his cock peeked out between his fingers and slipped back in. He ran his thumb over the glans, then slowly stroked the shaft a couple of times. The slick precum served as its own lubricant, coating the skin in a shiny sheen. Seoryeong couldn’t take her eyes off it.

The upward curve looked... intense.

She didn’t have much experience—and she'd been blind before—but even she knew that Korean men’s cocks didn’t vary that much.

She’d thought it was curved from the beginning. But she’d avoided looking because of the tattoo. Now she realized—it was a hell of a specimen.

“You said it yourself before—‘You can look at it with a magnifying glass if you want.’”

“I know. But now, you’re actually—”

Lee Wooshin grit his teeth, like his pride had taken a hit. His chest heaved roughly. Even then, a stream of precum trickled steadily from the cock raised high between them.

With that thing—so angry it looked like it could skewer flesh—Seoryeong had no idea if he’d really back off. Her throat bobbed with a nervous swallow.

As expected, his expression darkened. Wooshin grabbed her breast and pressed his thumb into the areola. His fingers raked the skin meanly before tugging at the stiffened nipple.

“Ngh...!”

Heat rushed through her spine and made her back arch involuntarily. Again, he ignored her resistance and positioned himself between her thighs, ready to slam into her at any moment.

The hard tip rubbed against her folds, then suddenly speared into the plump, sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Huh—ugh...!”

It felt like an electric jolt shot through her.

“Do you really think I’m the one who has to compromise right now?”

The thick shaft was leaking and twitching above her, just like the savage glare in his eyes.

“Do you see anyone else dying to fuck you right now?”

“Ah...!”

He grabbed his cock and spread her lips apart, shoving himself into the gap. Slick flesh ground and slipped against each other, her entrance fluttering open and shut like it couldn’t wait to be filled.

“So should I, with this rock-hard dick, just politely walk all the way to the living room? Answer me.”

His eyes—those colorless pupils in that pale face—felt as cold and foreign as some snow beast from the tundra. Seoryeong felt a dizzy rush, like she’d had a drink, and shook her head to stay conscious.

“I °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° just... ngh, I just wanted to look closely before it goes in...!”

“And you think a magnifying glass is gonna change something when you haven’t even seen it before?”

“......”

“Just put it in.”

He pressed the hot, swollen tip against her mons. Just one inch lower and it would’ve slid straight in.

He rubbed the precum around her labia like he was oiling himself with her fluids. The friction made her breath catch in her throat.

“You’ll know once I ram it in and start moving.”

His hand trailed down her back and grabbed her ass.

“Ngh...!”

She had no comeback. Her heart was pounding too hard. It didn’t make sense—but some gut instinct told her she had to confirm this, no matter what.

She knew she was being unreasonable. Knew she couldn’t persuade him. So she shut her mouth.

Just then, as he pushed aside her ass cheeks and aligned his cock with her hole, she squeezed her eyes shut—and suddenly everything stopped. The muscles of her vagina, which had been stretched wide, froze in place.

“――.”

He let out a breath and sank his teeth into the soft skin of her belly. It sounded more like a groan than a sigh, and he curled his back while lifting his eyes to stare at her. Without warning, his hand reached up and wiped the wetness from the corners of her eyes.

“...Fine. Fuck it. You can do the fucking, Agent Han Seoryeong.”

“...What?”

“Get on top of me and put it in yourself.”

She furrowed her brow, blinking like she hadn’t heard him right.

“I... I’ve never done it that way before.”

“Thaaaat’s what I’m saying.”

He drawled, then stepped off the bed. His cock swung low then slapped back up, heavy with blood. It was almost absurd that he could move so quickly while carrying something like that between his legs.

From his calves to his split thigh muscles, the sinews stretched like braided cables. His ass looked impenetrable, and the deep trench of his spine was clear as a carving—but the scars scattered across it were no less intense.

Seoryeong tugged her shirt down over her aching chest and nervously smoothed out the soaked bedsheets. Suddenly, the bedroom light flipped on.

Wooshin returned, slapping a magnifying glass against his other palm like a threat.

The way he moved—casually striding back from the living room—was strangely relaxed. Sometimes, he felt more like the owner of the house than she did.

“No backing out now.”

He leaned against the side of the bed and spread his legs. With no pubic hair to obscure anything, the view from the base of his shaft to his balls was painfully clear.

The swollen, flushed head. The twitching shaft. The tightly packed testicles. Wooshin leaned his head against the wall, lazily stroking himself.

“Did your husband have no hair too?”

“...He did,” she said faintly, dredging up the memory. She remembered how his pubes would tangle with hers during sex. The way they’d stick together.

“I don’t know what you think the magnifying glass is gonna tell you—”

Suddenly, Wooshin grabbed her waist and lifted her onto his thigh.

To keep balance, Seoryeong braced herself on his abs. The taut muscles bunched under her palms like animals ready to spring.

She flinched, trying to scoot back, but he caught her slender waist with one arm and held her in place.

“You do your job, I’ll do mine.”

A hand shot between her legs and slid in.

“Ngh...!”

She gasped, her breath ragged, staring down at him.

“Tighter than before.”

He bit down on her words and urged her on.

“What’re you waiting for? Look.”

“W-What are you...—!”

“A woman who doesn’t give a shit about me—what could she possibly find attractive? I held back from pounding you into the mattress and even ran your little errand. Now you just sit there with your eyes all wide. Tell me—shouldn’t I be the one feeling wronged?”

His fingers pushed through her folds and spread her open. The knuckles parted her like scissors, and he jerked his wrist in tiny, relentless motions.

“Ah, haah, ah...!”

The pressure caught her breath short. He teased one spot, slow and firm. The tingling ran up her spine. Despite herself, Seoryeong grabbed the magnifying glass.

But her eyes weren’t looking at his cock anymore—they were locked on his wrist, slick with her wetness, every tendon standing out as he moved. Her eyes stung with heat.

“Haa... I think... it’s bigger than my husband’s...”

“He must’ve been decently big, then.”

He laughed and bit at her shirt collar, still on her shoulders.

“But I haven’t taken a suppressant in a long time.”

“S-Suppressant...?”

“Sometimes, when I had work to do, I had to take something. So my sex drive wouldn’t fuck everything up.”

His thick fingers pressed into her uneven inner walls, moving faster. The heat crashed over her in waves. The magnifying glass fell from her hand with a loud clatter.

“Hnngh...! Ah...! Is... is this size even normal?”

“Why, you gonna run off again if I say they’re everywhere?”

His hand trailed down to her ass, sending a prickling shiver through her.

“The tattoo... ngh... why’d you get it?”

“Who knows.”

He raised a brow, but didn’t offer more.

Then he gently rubbed her clit. A sharp jolt sparked through her. The softness of his touch surprised her—and made her hips jerk.

When he shoved up from underneath, her juices spilled out and soaked the base of his cock.

“Move your ass. Back and forth.”

“N-No—ah...!”

The tingling burrowed deep into her gut. Seoryeong shook her head, then suddenly grabbed his heavy cock. She shut her eyes, like when she still couldn’t see anything at all.

“Ugh...”

He groaned, breathing hard.

The flesh burned in her hand, and the pulsing veins throbbed clearly against her palm. As she fumbled with her grip, the shaft twitched like a live animal.

Wooshin pinched her folds, flicked her clit.

“Haah...!”

Even just touching it made her palm ache like it’d been burned. Was this really... human?

She kept stroking the long shaft up and down, testing its weight, trying to measure its size.

Every time she did, the cock swelled more, and his thigh muscles bulged—pressing against the backs of her knees.

Without meaning to, her hand squeezed. The tip throbbed. Wooshin’s face twisted, and he held his breath.

“...Stop. I don’t want to finish in the air.”

He muttered it like he was biting down on the words. Seoryeong looked up at him with eyes clouded by arousal.

“Could it be... you can disguise your dick too? Like... maybe you had implants in your balls or something...”

He snorted, half-laughing.

“So what, you think your husband’s cock was fake too?”

“...Maybe. I mean, this size... Unless he was foreign...”

She trailed off, suddenly struck by what she’d said. Foreign? Even through the haze of pleasure, her mind fought to string the idea together.

“I always assumed he was fully Korean, but...”

“......”

“If there was another ‘Kim Hyeon’ skin... could he have been a foreigner all along...?!” 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

“You really think of the craziest shit.”

Then Wooshin spat into his palm and smacked her pussy.

“Ahh...!”

Something inside her dropped. He kept slapping her there, over and over, as if to knock the juices loose. Each time, the fluid splattered against his palm.

He stretched to open the bedside drawer. In profile, his jaw jutted sharp, tendons and collarbones tight beneath the skin.

Impatient now, he tore open a string of condoms. As soon as he rolled one on, he grabbed her hips and slammed her down...

“――!”

His angry, swollen tip punched through her entrance and lodged itself inside.