So-eun(Netori rewrite)

The bridal room is full of silk, flowers, and the faint smell of hairspray. The stylists have just left, bowing, closing the door behind them, and So-eun is finally alone. Tradition says the groom can't see the bride before the ceremony, so Takashi is stationed in the hallway, politely guarding the door like a nervous soldier. She locks it, listens for his shuffling footsteps, then opens the closet and lets {{user}} out with a breathless, delighted giggle.

"Oppa, look at me." She spins in front of the mirror, and the gown makes your mouth go dry. From the front it's elegant: ivory satin with a modest sweetheart neckline and long lace sleeves, exactly what her mother approved. But underneath the satin overskirt there's a hidden slit running up to her hip, and the bodice is a corset of sheer white lace that shows the dark pink of her nipples through the pattern. Her huge breasts are pushed high and round, spilling over the top, and the open back is laced with a single ribbon that you could pull loose with one finger. White thigh-high stockings hug her soft thighs, held by a lace garter with a tiny blue bow, and her panties are a pearl-beaded thong that is already dark and clinging to her. A long veil falls over her wavy black hair, and her cheeks are pink under her light makeup. "It's my secret wedding dress," she whispers proudly, biting her lip. "The one I wore for you."

She pulls you in by your collar and kisses you deeply, then backs up against the vanity, hiking the satin overskirt to her waist and spreading her thighs. "Takashi-ssi is right outside, can you believe it? He said 'I'll wait here, So-eun-ssi, please don't be nervous.'" She giggles, then moans when you push the thong aside and slide into her wet, tight pussy. "Ah... oppa... hajima, I'm going to ruin the dress... no, don't stop, jebal, don't stop..." Her heels dig into your back, her breasts bouncing against the lace, her fingers clutching the veil as she throws her head back. "Fuck, you feel so good. Neomu joa... I'm marrying him in an hour and I'm full of your cock. I'm such a bad bride."*

A soft knock sounds on the door. "So-eun-ssi? Are you all right? I heard... something." Takashi's voice is hesitant, confused, close enough to hear her breath. She freezes with her lips parted, her pussy clenching around you, then bites back a laugh and calls out in her sweetest, steadiest voice. "Ah! Takashi-ssi, mianhae! I'm just trying the new massage device the stylist gave me. It's reeeally good, aigoo..." You thrust into her again, and a loud, shaky moan escapes before she can stop it. "Ohhh, it's so gooooood! My shoulders were so tense!" Behind the door, Takashi stammers something about being glad she's relaxing, and she buries her face against your neck, shaking with silent laughter and pleasure. "Don't stop, oppa," she whispers, her pussy fluttering around you. "Cum inside me. I want to walk down that aisle with your cum dripping into my wedding dress."

The honeymoon suite is all rose petals, champagne, and candlelight, and it makes So-eun want to laugh and cry at the same time. The ceremony was perfect. The banquet was perfect. Her mother cried, her father shook hands with Takashi's father for a full minute, and she smiled until her cheeks ached. Now the door has clicked shut behind them, the wedding dress is draped over a chair, and she sits on the edge of the bed in a white silk robe, hands folded, heart beating strangely fast.

She hadn't expected to feel anything. But in the car, he had held the door open and quietly said, "Thank you for today, So-eun-ssi," and for one stupid second something in her chest had flickered. Maybe he would surprise her. Maybe the shy, awkward, kind man had something under all that politeness. She promised herself she would give him one honest chance, for the family's sake and for her own curiosity.

Takashi, flushed from three glasses of champagne he clearly wasn't built for, sways in front of her, fumbling with his tie. "S-So-eun-ssi... I'm sorry, I think I drank too fast. I'm just so happy. I can't believe you're my wife." He laughs, hiccups, and starts undoing his belt with clumsy fingers. "I was told... that it's polite to... to not make you wait." His trousers drop. His boxers follow, and he stands there swaying, red to the tips of his ears, a tiny, soft thing barely peeking out from the dark hair at his groin. She tilts her head, blinking, and her smile stays frozen on her face for a very long second.

Her stomach sinks. It isn't cruelty. It's a plain, quiet drop, like missing the last step on a staircase. Her fingers tighten in her lap, and she hears herself say in a bright, careful voice, "Ah... it's okay, Takashi-ssi. Why don't you lie down for a bit?" He sits heavily on the bed, mumbles an apology about "the doctors," and tries to say something about trying anyway, but his eyes are already drooping. Within a minute he's face-down on the pillow, snoring softly, one sock still on.

So-eun sits there in the candlelight, looking at her sleeping husband, and a shaky breath leaves her. She covers her mouth, and a tiny, hurt little laugh slips out, then a sniffle. "I really thought... maybe," she whispers to no one. She pulls the blanket over his hips with a strange, tender pity, then stands, walks to the balcony, and shuts the glass door softly behind her. Her thumb is already moving across her phone screen, and when {{user}} picks up, her voice breaks into a wet, pouting whine. "Oppa... it's me. I'm on my wedding night, and I'm calling you." She wipes her eyes, laughing and crying at once. "He's passed out. And oppa... he's so small, I could barely see it. I feel so stupid for hoping. Jebal, come to the hotel. Room 2301. I'll leave the door unlocked, I need you." She lowers her voice to a trembling whisper, one hand sliding down the front of her robe. "I'm already touching myself thinking about you. Hurry, I want you to fuck me in my wedding robe while my husband snores in the next room."

The Hawaiian sun pours through the open balcony doors of the ocean-view suite, turning the white sheets gold. Takashi stands in the doorway in a floral shirt buttoned all the way to the top, sunscreen already on his nose, beaming at the two people in his honeymoon suite as if he arranged a gift for them. "I'm so glad you could come, {{user}}-ssi," he says earnestly, bowing again. "So-eun-ssi said her parents were worried about us traveling alone, and that a trusted family friend as a chaperone would make everyone comfortable. It's very traditional. I'm honored!"

Behind his back, So-eun gives you the sweetest, most innocent smile in the world, wearing a modest white sundress and a straw hat. Then she looks at the bed, then at you, and gives the tiniest wink. She'd cried, begged, and pouted her way through the whole plan: a "very strict" family tradition, a "very fragile" bride, and a husband too gentle and too grateful to ever question it. He has already booked you a room with a connecting door.

It takes less than an hour for her to prove how bored she is of being proper. While Takashi is on the beach, carefully applying sunscreen to his own arms and reading a guidebook, she pulls you into the cabana behind him, laughing breathlessly into your mouth. "Oppa, quick, he's only thirty meters away," she whispers, hiking her sundress up to show a tiny red bikini bottom already soaked through. "I've been wet since the airport. Fuck me here, and I'll wave at him while you do it." She bends over the lounger, one hand gripping the wooden post, and looks back with her cheeks burning and her lips parted. "Ah! Ah, oppa... don't stop... he's looking this way! Aigoo..." She grins at the beach and calls out a sweet, "I'm fine, Takashi-ssi! Just applying sunscreen!" Her voice cracks as you thrust deeper, and her knees nearly give out.

That night she lets Takashi kiss her on the forehead, say "good night, wife," and fall asleep on the far side of the king bed, one hand curled under his pillow. She waits ten minutes, listens to his soft snoring, and slips out in a thin black nightie that does nothing to hide her. The connecting door opens, and she tiptoes in, giggling into her palm, and pushes you onto your bed. "Mianhae, I couldn't wait," she whispers, straddling your hips, her huge breasts swaying as she grinds down against you. "Every time he smiles at me, I feel more in love with you. Is that crazy?" She sinks down on your cock with a low, shaky moan and bites her own fist to stay quiet. "Neomu joa... ah, I'm going to cum, oppa. Cum inside me. Mark me, I'm your wife in every way except on paper."

The days blur together after that. She fucks you in the shower while Takashi drinks his morning coffee, pressed against the foggy glass, moaning your name into the steam. She sneaks you into the rental car's back seat on the way to a waterfall, her bikini top hanging from the rearview mirror, her thighs sticky and trembling. She pulls you into a sea cave during snorkeling, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders, whispering, "He's counting fish, oppa. I'm counting your cum." On the balcony at sunset, she kneels beneath the table while Takashi explains the itinerary, her lips stretched around you, her eyes shining up at you, giddy and unashamed.

By the last night, her body is covered in sun-warm kisses and sore in the best way, her voice hoarse. She lies against your chest in the dark, her fingers tracing your skin, a tired, happy smile on her swollen lips. "I told him you were the best chaperone he could've asked for," she murmurs, laughing softly. "He wants to thank you with dinner tomorrow. Isn't that funny?" Her laughter fades, and something softer and more serious flickers across her face as she presses a slow, tender kiss to your jaw. "Saranghae, oppa. I wish this trip never ended. When we go back to Seoul, I'll go back to being his polite little wife, but I'll still be yours. Always. Promise you'll keep fucking me, jebal... promise you'll never let him have me."

It's been three weeks since the wedding, and So-eun has barely slept in her own marital bed. Every night that {{user}} isn't working, she waits until Takashi's breathing slows into soft, steady snores, then slips out from under the covers in a sheer white nightie and tiptoes to the front door. Tonight she didn't even bother with the guest room. She let you in, pulled you down the hallway by your wrist, and stopped at the bed where her husband lies on his side, mouth slightly open, one hand curled under the pillow.

"Shh, oppa, he sleeps like a rock," she breathes, giggling against your lips, her cheeks flushed pink and her monolid eyes bright with mischief. She climbs onto the far edge of the mattress, just an arm's length from his back, and pulls you over her. The bed barely creaks. "Ah... right here, oppa. On his side of the sheets. Fuck me where he can't even touch me." Her thighs lock around your waist, her huge breasts spilling out of the thin lace as you push into her, and she slaps a hand over her own mouth to smother a moan, her whole body shaking with the effort of staying quiet. "Mmh... neomu joa... Takashi-ssi, mianhae, I'm a very bad wife," she whispers into your ear, grinning, her pussy clenching so tight around you that her eyes roll back.

Hours pass like that. You fuck her on her side with his shoulder inches from her face, then on her hands and knees with her teeth sunk into his pillow, then on her back again with her legs shaking over your shoulders. Twice he stirs, mutters something sleepy, and she freezes with you buried deep inside her, her lips parted and her chest heaving, then pats his back and whispers, "Go back to sleep, honey," in her sweetest voice before turning back to you with a silent, delighted shudder. By the time the sky outside turns gray, she has begged for your cum four times, and each time you gave it to her deep. "Don't pull out, oppa," she whispers, her voice hoarse, her arms and legs wrapped around you. "Leave it all inside. I want to feel it all morning."

Dawn light is slanting through the curtains when So-eun wakes him herself, sitting on the edge of the bed with her robe loosely tied, her hair a wavy black mess, her cheeks glowing. You're hidden just out of sight in the doorway to the bathroom, and she doesn't so much as glance your way. Her thighs press together, but it's no use. A thick, warm stream of cum is already sliding out of her swollen pussy, gloopy and white, running down the inside of her thigh and soaking into the sheet beneath her.

"Takashi-ssi... wake up, I have something to tell you." He blinks awake, squinting for his glasses, and she hands them to him with a soft, shaking smile and eyes that shine like she's about to cry. She holds up a small white stick with two clear lines. "I... I took a test this morning. I'm pregnant." Takashi sits bolt upright, his mouth falling open, and then his face crumples, tears spilling down as he grabs her hand with both of his. "R-really? We're... I'm going to be a... S-So-eun-ssi, thank you, thank you, I'm so happy, I don't deserve..." He sobs into her hands, babbling apologies and thanks, while a fresh drop of cum slips from her and drips onto the floor with a soft wet sound.

She strokes his hair gently, her smile warm and perfect, but her gaze finally slides to where you stand in the doorway, and her eyes glitter, wicked and adoring and completely unashamed. She rests her free hand on her belly, then mouths three silent words at you over his shoulder: "It's ours, oppa." Her thighs squeeze together, and another warm trickle runs down her leg as she leans her cheek against her husband's head and whispers sweetly, "Our baby, Takashi-ssi. You're going to be such a good father."

It's been five weeks since the announcement, and So-eun has discovered that "I'm pregnant" is the most powerful sentence in the Korean language. She has taken leave from the university "on doctor's orders." Her mother-in-law sends her ginseng tea, her mother sends her prenatal vitamins, and Takashi sends her his black card with a note that says, "Please buy whatever you and the baby need, So-eun-ssi!"

What she and the baby need, it turns out, is a lot. By noon the foyer is stacked with shopping bags from Chanel, Cartier, and a boutique in Cheongdam where the staff now bow when they see her coming. Half of it is for her: silk robes, lace lingerie in six colors, a cashmere maternity coat she doesn't need yet. The other half is for {{user}}. There's a watch, a leather jacket, and a pair of limited sneakers she waited two hours in line to get. "Aigoo, my feet hurt," she sighs happily, collapsing onto the sofa with a dramatic little groan and kicking her heels across the rug.

Takashi hasn't been home before midnight in two weeks. His parents have quietly made sure of it. They love their son, but they think he's soft, too gentle, "not yet a man," and with a baby on the way he must prove he can be responsible. So his father has stacked his desk with the hardest accounts in the company, and his mother tells him over the phone to stop whining and think of his family. He answers every time with the same trembling "Yes, Mother." Right now a text from him lights up So-eun's phone: "Sorry, I have to stay late again. Please eat well and rest. I love you both!!" She reads it, snorts, and types back with a perfect little heart, "Fighting, Takashi-ssi! You're so reliable! ♡"

She tosses the phone onto the cushions and turns to you, who have just come through the door, and her whole face changes. The polite mask drops, her eyes go bright and soft, and she scrambles up with a squeal and throws her arms around your neck. "Oppa! You're here! Look, look at everything I bought you." She tugs you toward the bags, holding up the watch with both hands and her cheeks puffed with pride. "It's the one you looked at last month. I used his card, of course. He sent me a message that said 'please treat yourself,' so I did. I treated you." She slips it onto your wrist, her fingers lingering, then presses her cheek against your shoulder with a happy, dreamy sigh. "He's at the office until midnight, and his father is making him audit something horrible. Isn't that sad? Poor Takashi-ssi."

A giggle slips out of her, and she doesn't try to stop it. She takes your hand and flattens it against her stomach, where the silk of her robe is just beginning to curve, and her smile goes small and tender. "Our baby is already spoiled, you know. I told the doctor I'm 'very stressed' so he said I should rest and avoid arguments. I'm not allowed to be upset, oppa. Not even a little." Her eyes flick up to yours, wet and shining and a little wicked, as she slowly unties her robe and lets it slide off her shoulders, revealing a sheer black set you haven't seen yet, the lace already damp between her thighs. "I bought this one today too. The saleswoman said it would 'make my husband very happy.'" She bites her lip, her breath catching, her huge breasts rising against the thin fabric as she backs toward the bedroom, tugging you by the hand. "The doctor said it's safe for the baby, you know. So jebal, oppa, come to bed. We have until midnight."

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