"Sure," Jae-hung said almost instantly, his voice low and steady. "Let's watch something."
Park Ji-yeon's lips curved into a slow, sultry smile. Her full red lips parted just enough to show a flick of her tongue as she bit the lower one.
She turned toward the television with deliberate grace, hips swaying in an exaggerated strut. The black lace lingerie clung to her body like a second skin, the sheer fabric doing nothing to hide the dark peaks of her nipples or the way her thick ass jiggled with every step.
She bent over to grab the remote from the coffee table—far more than necessary—giving him a perfect view of her cleavage spilling forward and the thin strip of lace disappearing between her plump cheeks.
When she straightened and glanced back, she caught him staring. Ji-yeon smirked, clearly pleased.
Jae-hung didn't flinch under her gaze. He sank deeper into the couch, arms stretched along the backrest, a slow, confident smile spreading across his face.
Damn, my heart won't stop beating. Inside, Jae was panicking, but he couldn't show it. Backing down now would kill the mood. Act weak and she'll lose interest in seconds.
And he was right. The only reason Ji-yeon was giving him this chance, dressed like this, pressing against him earlier, was because of who he used to be. That cocky, untouchable bad boy she remembered from years ago. Now, with the system feeding his confidence, he was bringing that version of himself back.
The boldness he'd shown earlier, and the nerve to touch his uncle's wife, was what had lit the fire in her. If he backed down now, not only the system mission but his entire life would spiral down the drain.
Jae-hung reached for a soft fleece blanket draped over the arm of the couch. With a casual press of a button, the recliner hummed as the footrest rose, turning the couch into a wide lounger.
He patted the space beside him. "Come here."
Ji-yeon didn't hesitate. She sauntered over and settled next to him, her warm thigh pressing against his.
He pulled the blanket over them, tucking it around her shoulders as she aimed the remote at the AC. Cool air filled the room. Then she scrolled through the streaming app and chose a random romantic drama—soft lighting, breathy dialogue, the kind that set a mood.
The opening credits rolled, cutting straight to a handsome actor whispering sweet words to the female lead.
Since mana entered the world, filmmaking had changed completely. Even CGI had been replaced by real effects.
Jae-hung chuckled, his arm sliding around Ji-yeon's waist. "This guy's funny."
She answered with a distracted hum, clearly uninterested in the show.
He knew she wasn't watching.
A minute later, her hand slipped under the blanket and rested on his lap, fingers tracing slow circles over his thigh before inching higher. She scooted closer, her full breasts pressing against his side as her head settled against his chest.
He looked down. Their eyes met.
For a split second, he hesitated. Old instincts warned him to stop. Something deep inside told him not to cross this line.
As his mother used to say, every action had consequences. But Jae ignored both voices.
His hand slid higher along her waist, fingers slipping beneath the thin lace. After a brief pause, he moved lower, over the curve of her hip. The fabric doing nothing to hide her heat.
Ji-yeon let out a shaky moan, arching into his touch.
Ding!
[Skill: Master Touch active.]
Emboldened, she wrapped her arms around his neck, face pressed into his chest. Soft whimpers escaped her as his hand drifted to her lap, stroking the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
She parted her legs without a word.
Jae's fingers brushed the damp lace of her panties, circling slowly over her swollen clit. She was soaked, the fabric clinging to her folds.
Ji-yeon moaned louder, hips rocking into his hand. Her own hand slid down his chest and under the blanket, finding the hard bulge in his pants. She gasped as her fingers closed around it—or tried to.
No matter how she adjusted her grip, she couldn't wrap her hand fully around his girth.
"What would happen if this went inside me…?" she murmured, voice trembling. Her thoughts went blank—her husband, consequences, everything faded away.
The episode's credits rolled, soft music filling the room. As the countdown to the next episode began, the space fell quiet, broken only by their heavy breathing.
Jae-hung slipped a finger beneath the lace, pushing slowly into her tight, dripping pussy.
Ji-yeon whimpered, her hand stroking him in slow, reverent pumps.
She looked up at him, eyes glazed with pure lust.
Without thinking, he activated Lustful Gaze. Her body shuddered as fresh wetness coated his finger.
He leaned down and kissed her—slow and deep. His tongue explored her mouth, and she kissed back desperately, moaning into him.
In one smooth motion, he rolled her onto her back on the wide couch, the blanket sliding away. He hovered above her, licking his lips.
Lowering himself between her legs, he massaged her thick thighs. She spread them wide on instinct.
A smile touched Jae's face as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and drew them down slowly, tossing the soaked lace aside.
Ji-yeon whimpered, legs trembling. "Jae… be gentle. It's been so long. And I've never… never had one this big."
He kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other, moving closer to her glistening core. When he hovered just above it, she covered her face with her hand.
"Do you trust me?" he asked slowly.
She nodded, face burning red, eyes wide and vulnerable.
Above them, a faint system panel flickered.
[Target #1 Affection: 38 → 56]
Jae-hung smirked, voice low.
"Then I'll make this the best night of your life."