episode_0095

The next day, Tuesday.

From this point on, Seopwoo’s week began to repeat itself following a pattern.

It was only natural that the place where I lived was fixed, there was a set timetable, and the route of movement was set.

Seop-woo met Eun-kyung on Tuesday morning.

She put on the chastity belt every week and then went to work, leaving Seopwoo in a humiliating position.

He was usually forced to remain on the roof of the building in a punishing position.

And whenever he looked embarrassed, Jimin would come and watch with a smiling face.

He spent most of his time with Jimin while he was at school.

Jimin visited the library where Seopwoo was, studied with him, and ate with him.

People at school who knew the two naturally came to think of them as a couple.

And they acted like a friendly couple so that it was natural for them to think that way too.

Every time Jimin met Seopwoo, he dressed up elegantly, and his clothing and toilet skills improved day by day.

As her potential, who was pretty even without makeup, fully blossomed, people at school, especially women, naturally started talking about her more often.

Han Ji-min, hasn’t she become so pretty these days?

What kind of guy is your boyfriend?

Seop-woo, who was just a poor and shy engineering student, gradually began to be talked about by people.

The number of people who knew Seopwoo’s face increased one by one.

Eugene, Dayoung, and Seopwoo usually came home around the same time.

On days when I left work early, there were times when the two women were working out together.

The three spent time together in various places around the house.

Bathroom, master bedroom, living room, kitchen, dining room, family room, stairs, hall, Dayoung’s room, and even the yard.

Seopwoo had to satisfy Eugene or Dayoung whenever they expressed their desires.

It was the same even if I was wearing a chastity belt.

It was standard to perform oral sex with the hands and feet tied and the back penetrated, and there were times when Seopwoo had to wear a strap-on and penetrate the two women.

Seopwoo was eviscerated by Eugene and Dayoung every day before they went to work.

He was hit on the buttocks with a cane, hit in the groin with a knee, and kicked in the scrotum with the tip of a shoe.

After enduring 80 hours of being teased by Eugene and Dayoung in the morning and evening, and teased by Jimin during the day, it was time to get off work on Friday.

At that time, it was natural that Seopwoo’s body was filled with lust.

When exactly that was the case, he was entrusted back to Manager Lee Eun-kyung.

Wearing golden anklets on your lovely ankles,

To a married woman in her early 30s dressed seductively.

Every time Seop-woo looked at Eun-kyung’s ankles, he remembered the chastity belt key hanging on Su-ah’s anklet.

And I swallowed my saliva that much anxiously.

Eun-kyung couldn’t help but notice Seop-woo’s eyes constantly glancing at her ankle.

It wasn’t long before she got herself a small metal lock.

After putting on the chastity belt, she gave one key to Seopwoo to bring to Eugene, and put the other key on her anklet and wore it on her ankle.

Seop-woo swallowed his saliva every time he saw the chastity belt key hanging on Eun-kyung’s attractive ankle.

Not only Eunkyung, but any woman he saw, he had the habit of getting excited as soon as his anklet caught his eye.

Eun-kyung’s attire became more attractive and glamorous as time went by.

She sent me a photo of a part of her body once a day.

Along with instructions and time to focus on the photo.

Most of the photos were taken of the legs with the chastity belt key visible, but there were also days when the photos were taken from above of the chest or collarbone.

On Friday, when it was time to beat Seop-woo, Eun-kyung swung the cane without mercy, regardless of where it was hit.

Calf, front of thigh, back of thigh, buttocks, back, stomach, scrotum.

Everywhere was her target.

Seopwoo cried and begged and clung to Eunkyung every Friday afternoon.

Eun-kyung always had passionate sex with her husband on Tuesday nights, when she put Seop-woo in a chastity belt, and on Friday nights, when she punished him.

Thinking back to the image of an undergraduate student with her legs crossed and Cooper fluid flowing, trapped in a chastity belt filled with her own hands.

Thinking of Seopwoo’s terrified expression and groans of pain.

* * *

Mid-December.

Six weeks have passed since Dayoung moved into Eugene’s house.

Seopwoo received the bike from the Ducati store.

It had been a week since I got my license.

The overliter-class bike, which looked like a mix between an American and a tourer, had a lower center of gravity than the bike he was riding and practicing on at the training center, but was much heavier.

As a beginner, it was difficult for him to handle the machine, which weighed more than 230kg, as if he were as familiar with it as his hands and feet.

Besides, it was final exam period, and even after exams, winter was not the right season to ride a bike.

“You have to cook it perfectly before spring. Because I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Eugene said to him as he carefully drove his bike into the garage.

She added before Seopwoo nodded.

“I found an instructor. Practicing during vacation will be enough.”

Eugene was not an ordinary woman.

Instead of being a regular driving instructor, she gave Seopwoo a coach who was a stuntman.

Seopwoo received one-on-one lessons throughout the winter vacation and was able to use the unfamiliar and heavy two-wheeled vehicle as if it were his own limbs.

* * *

The year has changed and winter is slowly approaching its end.

It was inevitable that affection would build up between a man and a woman who had spent time together for several months.

At this time, with spring just around the corner, Seopwoo and Jimin’s eyes were filled with all kinds of emotions as they looked at each other.

The bond and trust created by the time spent together and their secret conversations,

Memories and fulfillment of the dozens of orgasms and heavy breathing we shared together,

A deep desire for each other.

When the last week of February arrived, their hearts were filled with all those memories and loving desires.

It was when Seopwoo and Jimin finished having intense sex in the hotel room and were lying face to face on the bed, stroking each other’s bodies.

“I guess my friend saw us going to the hotel the other day.”

Jimin said.

The two people who have been going to hotels every week so far have not been to any of the hotels close to school that they have not been to.

In a way, it was natural for someone who knew Jimin to spot her face in front of the hotel.

“I talked around it a bit, but it felt a bit… like that.”

A slightly worried tone.

Upon seeing Jimin’s face, which looked somewhat uncomfortable, a desire arose in Seopwoo’s heart to completely resolve the discomfort of the lovely beauty in front of him.

The cold air hanging at the edge of winter covered the Seoul sky and was struggling to hold on.

The weather forecast predicted that the current cold would completely disappear in a week.

It means that the season of warm winds blowing and flowers blooming is right around the corner.

Seopwoo said.

“Let’s go somewhere else next time.”

“Where else?”

Seopwoo smiled without answering Jimin’s question.

I imagined how happy she would be if I rode out of Seoul with Jimin on the back of my bike on a day when the spring breeze blew.

A few days later.

Dayoung said as she saw Seopwoo entering the living room after checking his bike in the garage.

“You seem to be in a good mood.”

“Uh, huh?”

“Now is the time to ride it, right?”

“Ah… Yes.”

“Did you practice a lot?”

Seopwoo nodded.

After receiving private lessons from a stuntman and undergoing numerous practical training, he now possessed driving skills better than those of riders with more than ten years of experience.

Dayoung came closer, crossed her pinky fingers with him, and smiled.

“I will get my annual leave tomorrow.”

“Uh, really?”

“Yes. Let’s go see the cherry blossoms. Ride your own bike.”

“Uh, huh?”

Seop-woo, who was excited at the thought of riding Jimin on the back while cleaning the bike, felt like he was caught cheating when he heard Da-young’s words.

Dayoung, seeing his flinching reaction, asked calmly, pretending not to know anything.

“Why don’t you like it?”

“Uh, ah… no.”

Dayoung smiled with sadistic pleasure.

Seopwoo’s heart seemed to be pounding and shaking at that beautiful and captivating eye smile.

The last day of February, two days before the start of the semester.

The cherry trees in Seongbuk-dong have opened their buds.

Seopwoo got on the Ducati and opened the garage door with the remote control.

Seopwoo was secretly excited as he got to drive Eugene’s gift for the first time.

He knew a lot more now than he did a few months ago when he first picked out his bike.

What model is your overliter bike?

What specifications do you have?

What do those specifications mean?

“You look in a good mood, baby.”

“Uh, huh?”

Seopwoo turned his head with a cool expression as if he had heard something.

Dayoung had a pleasant smile on her face, put her head together, and was getting ready to put on her helmet.

A white blouse and a leather jacket with a clearly visible waistline,

Tight, light blue jeans that make your thighs look more attractive,

Silver heeled high heels with a hole in the front that barely lets you see your cute, pretty toes.

Dayoung’s appearance, surrounded by a softer and more spring-like light, was absorbed into Seopwoo’s eyes.