DFY Ch 5

“I’m… I’m a bad woman…”

“Why are you a bad woman, Ms. Wang Sodam?”

Judging by what she’d said, the reason for the broken engagement seemed to be her ex-fiancé’s…inability to perform sexually. While a bit awkward, it wasn’t Sodam’s fault.

A marriage without sex…that was grounds for divorce.

“Junghyuk oppa, I really loved him… but his penis wouldn’t get hard… Sob… Am I a pervert? I feel so bad for his penis… I feel so bad for Junghyuk oppa’s penis. But even so, with a penis like that…”

Watching Sodam cry like a child, worrying about her ex-boyfriend’s penis, Junwoo felt a strange surge of drunkenness. He couldn’t tell if Sodam was out of her mind, or if he was.

“Sob… Team leader… But I… I can’t marry someone without sex…”

“…I understand.”

Junwoo decided he’d better stop listening to Sodam’s drunken ramblings before he couldn’t face her at work again. He started to move off her, but Sodam suddenly grabbed his penis.

“Gasp!”

Junwoo’s breath hitched. He’d been slightly aroused since bringing her home, but her blatant grab sent his penis swelling alarmingly.

“Wow…!”

Sodam exclaimed.

Mortification washed over Junwoo as he watched the woman he adored marvel at his erection.

“Hey, what are you doing? Let go.”

He tried to wrestle free, but her drunken grip was surprisingly strong.

“Team leader…”

“…”

He was going to come. No man could stay composed with the woman he desired clutching his penis.

“Show me.”

Junwoo frowned. He couldn’t tell if she was serious or just drunk.

“Ms. Wang Sodam, you’re drunk.”

“I’m drunk, but you can still show me.”

“Show you what?”

“What do you think?”

Sodam stared intently at his lower body, then gulped. The fact that she was looking at his penis sent a wave of excitement through him.

Finally, Junwoo’s self-control snapped. Sleeping with a heartbroken woman wasn’t ideal, but if it meant progressing their relationship, he was all for it.

He shrugged off his suit jacket and ripped open his shirt buttons. Several buttons clattered to the floor as his shirt followed.

“You work out a lot, don’t you…?”

Sodam’s eyes raked over his body, practically mesmerized. He didn’t mind her admiring him. His pecs flexed with each movement, his sculpted abs rippled.

As he reached for his belt, Sodam finally released his penis. His arm muscles bulged.

He pulled down his pants and underwear, and his penis, previously confined to the left, sprang free and bobbed excitedly.

“Ahh…”

Sodam gasped, staring at his fully erect, pink penis. He was so aroused that pre-cum dripped from the tip.

“Can I look at you now?”

Junwoo reached for Sodam’s blouse, but she stopped him.

“Wait a minute.”

“Why? Have you changed your mind after seeing everything?”

“No… Can I just touch it once?”

The Wang Sodam lying beneath him was a stranger. The usually indifferent woman, who only did what her boss told her, was suddenly assertive, almost fixated on his penis. He didn’t dislike it.

An assertive woman in bed…how much better than a lifeless one.

“Go ahead,” he said, holding his penis close to her face.

“Wow… It doesn’t even fit in one hand.”

Sodam’s small hands grasped his impressive length.

Her comment felt like a compliment, and a sense of pride swelled within him. Since his school days, his large penis had earned him the nickname “Wangja” (Prince) among his male friends.

He’d never liked the cheesy nickname, but in front of Sodam, it became a source of confidence. Especially since the reason for her breakup seemed to be…penis-related. His confidence soared. Maybe he could seduce Wang Sodam with his “wang” penis after all.

“So, what do you think?”

“Junghyuk oppa’s penis… sniff… I thought it just wouldn’t get hard, but it was also really small… Sob… And he said such mean things to me…”

Drunk Sodam was surprisingly vulgar. Was this her true self? It didn’t matter. Even her vulgarity was cute.

“Sob… A tiny penis that wouldn’t even get hard…”

It stung a bit to hear her compare him to her ex, but it also meant that his penis was, in fact, big and hard.

“Can I do what I want now?”

“What do you want to do?”

Junwoo leaned closer to Sodam’s face. Her bright eyes were moist, and the tip of her slightly upturned nose was endearingly droopy. His gaze settled on her full, red lips. He wanted to bite that luscious lower lip.

“Hmm!”

He pressed his lips against hers. Her soft lips tasted like sweet peach juice. At first, she pushed lightly against his shoulders, but soon her arms were around his neck, and she moaned softly.

“Hmm…”

He slipped his tongue between her parted lips. The sweet kiss sent his heart racing. He cupped her small face in his hands, tilting her head for a deeper kiss. Their tongues tangled.

He felt like he was dreaming. This couldn’t be real. Just last week, this woman was about to marry another man. Now, as if to reward his year of unrequited love, she was in his arms, returning his passionate kiss.

He sucked on her tongue, nibbled her gums, and traced her teeth. Swallowing their combined saliva, he playfully tugged on her plump lower lip.

“Hmm, Team leader, you’re a good kisser…”

Her words, something lovers would say, filled him with happiness. Her praise boosted his confidence even further.

He licked her lips languidly, then met her eyes. “Now it’s your turn to show me.” He removed her arms from around his neck and began unbuttoning her blouse, his hands trembling slightly despite his usual confidence.

He tossed the blouse aside. Her breasts, covered by a lacy white bra, swayed enticingly. They were as ample and tempting as her name suggested.

“Fuck.”

He had to control himself. He couldn’t finish before even penetrating her.

He reached behind her, fumbling for her bra clasp, but couldn’t find it. She’d already been dumped for sexual incompatibility, and he didn’t want to seem like a bumbling idiot who couldn’t even undo a bra.

“…Team leader, what are you doing?”

Sodam asked, noticing his fruitless efforts. He couldn’t admit he couldn’t find the clasp, so he stayed silent.

“It unclips at the front,” she said, understanding his predicament, and unfastened it herself.

“…!”

A front-clasping bra! He’d never seen one before. Her full breasts sprang free, perfectly rounded. Her skin was flawless, white as freshly fallen snow. Her areolas were a soft, rosy pink, her nipples delicately pointed. She was perfect.