2 DEPRAVED HOUSEWIFE PT-1 [R18]

I took a sip. It seems more delicious than before. Maybe because I know Mrs. Yeon's secret ingredient. I glance toward her. She is looking at me with blushed cheeks and a glint of a smile on the corner of her lips. She looks away as soon as our eyes meet.

"Mrs. Yeon. You must tell me the name of your secret ingredient," I said after drinking the milk tea, "No matter what I try or what milk I add, I can't get this taste right."

Mrs. Yeon giggled and said, "Hehe... You like it that much. I use organic milk. Maybe that's why the taste is different..."

Dang! Mrs. Yeon, you are so sly. Do you like it when I drink your breast milk tea?

Huh?! Mrs. Yeon's smile disappeared. She is rubbing her right shoulder, and I can see a glimpse of pain on her face. Her boobs are big and heavy with milk. No wonder she is feeling the pain. Her back and shoulders must be killing her right now. She must be dying to pump out her milk and waiting for me to leave.

But I can't get up. My dick has been standing for a while now. There is only one thing I can do now...

"Mrs. Yeon, are you alright? Are your shoulders hurting?" I asked with a serious expression. Man, it's hard to maintain composure in this situation. But I have to hold on.

"Oh. It's nothing. My shoulders and back hurt a bit. I must have been overworking lately..." replied Mrs. Yeon.

Now that I think about it, Mrs. Yeon's husband never returned from overseas. So to raise a child, she must be working hard, maybe even overworking. The pent-up exhaustion must have caught up to her.

"With his father gone, I must earn enough money to secure my son's future. Haaa... I dreamed of sending him to a good school and then to college. But everything is slowly falling apart," said Mrs. Yeon with a sad expression.

I may not understand how she feels. I haven't experienced such a situation. But if she pushes herself too much and gets sick...

"Haha. Look at me, complaining about my problems. You must have better work to do than listening to this old woman's babble. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable," said Mrs. Yeon with a lonely expression.

"You aren't an old woman... You are beautiful," I babbled out without thinking.

"Hehe..." Mrs. Yeon giggles and continues, "Teacher, you think I am beautiful? You aren't saying that to keep my heart, are you?"

She enclosed her hands together and rested her chin. Her eyes were fixed on my face, and a smirk was on her lips. I can see her arms pushing her boobs together, and the spots around her nipples are soaking wet with her milk. She didn't even notice that. Damn! I want to suck on them...

I am glad she isn't sad anymore. And I have successfully shifted her attention toward me. If I keep it that way, by the time she realized she is leaking, it will be too late. I wonder, how would she react then?

"I... I really think you are beautiful. So, please, don't push yourself too much. You have to think of your son. He will be sad if something happens to his mom. And I will be sad too to see a beautiful lady get sick," I said. I put my hand just a little above her knee.

Now is the time... How will she react? Will she move my hand away? Will she touch my hand?

It's the latter...

Mrs. Yeon touched my hand and pressed it lightly, "Thank you, teacher. I promise to try my best not to fall sick."

Mrs. Yeon looks cheerful now. The gloomy look on her face is no more. But she kept rubbing her shoulders every now and then. Now comes the second part...

"Mrs. Yeon, your pain is getting worse- Isn't it? Would you like me to give you a massage?" I asked with a worried expression.

I spent three years learning about body massage and beauty therapy because I wanted to open a professional massage parlor and a spa exclusive to ladies. But I threw away that idea when I learned about the requirements. It's kinda hassle to maintain everything. It was before I went to college.

Although I am a bit rusty, I am confident in my ability.

"Ma-Massage!" stuttered Mrs. Yeon.

I know she wouldn't refuse because of her pain. But I have to push a bit more...

"I insist. Although I am not a pro, I do have a diploma in body massage and beauty therapy. Please..." I said with a sad expression.

I need to make sure she doesn't have the chance to say no. So a sad expression always works in this situation.

"Haha. Alright. If you insist that much, how can I say no..." said Mrs. Yeon with a painful chuckle. She stood up from the sofa, "You need me to lie on a bed, right?" She inquired.

"Yes," I also stood up.

This is going better than I expected. I could have massaged her even on this sofa, but since she wanted to lie on a bed, who am I to refuse- Right? No one in my position would have the heart to refuse that offer...

...

"Please sit. I will first do your arms," I said.

Mrs. Yeon sat on the bed, "Ok."

And so, I began my magic... I mean massage. Her arms are so soft. I can't believe I am touching her...

"Mummm... You are good, teacher," Mrs. Yeon said. She is enjoying the massage with closed eyes. But my eyes were on her leaking boobs. Her top is soaking wet. I don't know why she is not reacting...

After her arms, I moved behind her, "I will be massaging your back now. So, try to relax and tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

"Mumhu... I will. Please continue doing your magic," said Mrs. Yeon.

I massaged her shoulders. She was a bit tense at first. But she eventually let it go. Then I shifted my focus to her back. But with all the clothes in the, it's kinda difficult for me to massage properly.

I stopped for a moment.

"My clothes are getting in the way- Isn't it? I saw on the TV that you need oil and towels to do massage," said Mrs. Yeon.

"Actually, yes. It's better that way. But I didn't want to make you uncomfortable," I replied.

"Oh, what are you talking about? You just need to ask what you want me to do, you understand... Mister," said Mrs. Yeon with a seductive smile. Fuck me! This woman is teasing me with her beauty, and I am once again falling for her.

"N-No... I... YES. Mrs. Yeon, please take off your clothes," I babbled out.

"Oh, my. You are so direct, teacher," Mrs. Yeon said with a little giggle, "Would you help me get my top off?" Mrs. Yeon asked as she slowly lifted her arms in the air.

Oh, god! Yes, I will...

Fast heartbeat... A lump in my throat... But I gulped it down. I want to see her boobs. No. I have to see her boobs. So I jumped down from the bed and went before her.

Mrs. Yeon is not saying anything but simply smiling. I lifted up her top in one go. Her big boobs were directly before my eyes. Her black bra is soaking wet with her breast milk.

"Uumm... Mrs. Yeon. Where do you keep body oil?" I mumbled. My eyes were fixed on her boobs.

"In that drawer," Mrs. Yeon pointed her finger toward the desk on her right. She is such a shameless slut. She isn't even hiding her milky boobs, and how the heck is she this calm?

I feel like my heart is about to leap out of my mouth. But I know one thing. Today I am gonna lose my year-long virginity to Mrs. Yeon. I quickly walked over to the desk and took out the oil bottle.

My dick is hard as fuck. I might just cum if Mrs. Yeon touches it above my pants.

"I-I will be doing your back. You... You don't need to lie down," I stuttered.

"Alright," smiled Mrs. Yeon.

I went behind her. Oh! The bra needs to go... I unhook her bra. She didn't complain or resist. I dripped some oil on her back and started to massage her back.

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