Do Jin's fingers lingered on the silk tie of Mi Yun's robe, the soft fabric warm from her body heat. Her breathing had become shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin material. The scent of her expensive perfume mixed with the unmistakable musk of a woman who had been starving for touch for far too long.
He leaned in closer, his lips barely brushing the shell of her ear.
"Mrs. Lee," he whispered, voice low and rough, "if I'm going to fix your problem… I need to be very thorough."
Mi Yun let out a soft, trembling breath. Her hand, which had been resting on his thigh, slid higher, boldly cupping the growing bulge in his pants.
"Then be thorough," she murmured, her elegant voice cracking with need. "I don't want gentle. I've had enough gentle for a lifetime."
The system's mocking laughter echoed in Do Jin's head.
[Oh shit, she's already wetter than the Han River in monsoon season.]
[Current SP from teasing: 47]
[Husband's video call in 9 minutes. Tick tock, Mr. 49.]
Do Jin didn't waste another second.
He pulled the tie of her robe open in one smooth motion. The white silk parted like water, revealing her full, heavy breasts barely contained by a lacy black bra, and the soft curve of her stomach leading down to black lace panties that were already visibly damp.
Mi Yun gasped, but she didn't cover herself. Instead, she arched her back slightly, pushing her chest toward him like an offering.
Do Jin's new body reacted violently. His cock strained painfully against his pants, throbbing with a deep, aching need. But the pleasure was still muted — like watching a 4K video on a broken screen. The system was enforcing its rules strictly.
He cupped one of her breasts, thumb brushing over the hardened nipple through the lace. Mi Yun moaned loudly, her head falling back.
"Yes… just like that…"
He squeezed harder, then leaned down and captured her nipple between his lips, sucking through the fabric. Mi Yun's hand flew to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.
"Fuck… you're good at this," she panted.
Do Jin switched to the other breast, his free hand sliding down her stomach until his fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties. She was soaked. Dripping. His fingers glided easily over her swollen clit.
Mi Yun's hips bucked against his hand.
"More," she begged, voice breaking. "Put your fingers inside me…"
Do Jin obliged, sliding two fingers into her tight, wet heat. She was incredibly warm and clenched around him immediately. He curled his fingers, searching for that sensitive spot while his thumb circled her clit.
Mi Yun cried out, her legs spreading wider on the bed.
The system pinged again.
[SP earned: 68]
[Husband's call in 6 minutes]
[Risk Multiplier increasing…]
Do Jin's own breathing was ragged now. The muted pleasure was driving him insane. He wanted to feel everything — the full, overwhelming rush — but the system was holding it back like a cruel tease.
He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, tasting her while looking straight into her eyes.
Mi Yun's pupils were blown wide with lust.
"You taste desperate," he said, voice husky.
She grabbed his shirt and yanked him down into a fierce kiss. Their tongues tangled messily, all elegance gone. She kissed like a woman who had been denied for years.
While they kissed, Do Jin's hands worked fast. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and freed his cock. It sprang out, thick and hard, the head already glistening.
Mi Yun broke the kiss and looked down. Her eyes widened.
"Oh my god… it's bigger than my husband's…"
She wrapped her hand around him and stroked once, twice. Do Jin groaned, but the sensation was still frustratingly dulled.
He pushed her back onto the bed, positioning himself between her spread thighs. The head of his cock brushed against her slick entrance.
Just as he was about to push inside —
Her phone suddenly rang.
The screen lit up with the name: Husband.
Mi Yun froze, eyes wide with panic and excitement at the same time.
The system's voice exploded with glee:
[Video call incoming in 3… 2… 1…]
[Accept the call while he's inside you for x3 SP bonus.]
[Or chicken out and lose everything. Your choice, Mr. 49.]
Mi Yun looked up at Do Jin, breathing hard, her body trembling with need.
"I… I have to answer," she whispered, voice shaking. "He always checks…"
She reached for the phone with one hand while her other hand gripped Do Jin's cock, guiding the thick head right against her dripping entrance.
"Do it," she begged in a desperate whisper. "Fuck me while I talk to him. Please…"
Do Jin's heart hammered like a war drum.
This was the gamble.
This was the risk the system demanded.
He looked down at the beautiful, desperate MILF beneath him, phone already in her hand, ready to accept the video call.
With a dark, excited grin, he pushed his hips forward.
The thick head of his cock slowly stretched her open.
Mi Yun bit her lip hard to stifle a moan as she answered the call.
"H-Hello, honey…" she said, trying to keep her voice steady while Do Jin sank another inch deeper inside her.
Her walls clenched violently around him.
Do Jin felt a tiny spark of real pleasure break through the barrier — just a taste.
The system laughed wildly in his head:
[Mission risk level skyrocketing!]
[Current SP: 89]
[Are you ready to gamble everything on this one, Mr. 49?]
Mi Yun's eyes rolled back slightly as Do Jin pushed even deeper, filling her completely while she tried to maintain a normal conversation with her husband.
"Yes… the repairman is still here…" she breathed, her free hand clutching the sheets tightly.
Do Jin started to move — slow, deep thrusts that made her entire body shake.
He leaned down and whispered hotly against her ear:
"Don't moan too loud, Mrs. Lee… or your husband will hear how well I'm fixing you."