The Snake's Visit
Morning arrived without fail. Taehyun rubbed his gritty eyes and pushed himself upright.
When he looked at Seojin’s face that morning, it was the same as always.
“Did you sleep well? Go wash up. I’ll have breakfast ready in a minute.”
She turned from the stove, apron tied around her waist, and smiled at him. The bright expression, the ordinary appearance—everything looked exactly as it always had.
It was impossible to believe this was the same woman who had howled like an animal in the video from the early hours of the morning.
Taehyun could not meet her eyes. He headed for the bathroom. While he washed, the images kept overlapping, phantoms that would not leave him alone.
At the table the only sound between them was the morning news, recounting the events of the night before.
“Why do you look so down?”
Seojin watched him with worried eyes.
“It’s nothing… I just didn’t sleep well…”
While he ate, Taehyun’s gaze kept drifting to the nape of her neck. Faint marks left by Geonwu still showed beneath the collar of her T-shirt.
And the moment their eyes met across the table, the memory of semen streaked across that same face flashed through his mind.
His head throbbed. On the way to work, Seojin began to look different somehow.
Maybe it’s just because I didn’t sleep properly.
After finishing the video he had tried to sleep, but it was already half past three. In reality he had managed little more than three hours.
The subway was hell again today. He was swept along by the crush of bodies toward the office.
I should at least try to sleep standing here…
If he could doze off, the day might become bearable, but the world was not that kind. Forced to stand the entire way, Taehyun felt the crowd pressing the air from his lungs as he made his way to work.
At his desk he sat staring blankly, sipping coffee. Concentration was impossible.
Haaah…! …Hnn…
Seojin’s moans rose like auditory hallucinations. The moments Geonwu had pinned his wife beneath him ruled his mind.
He kept seeing the expressions on Seojin’s face during the first swap, then the second.
“Deputy Section Chief Park! Deputy Section Chief Park!”
The section chief’s sharp voice made Taehyun jump.
“Ah… yes, sir.”
“Why are you spacing out like that these days? You look completely gone.”
“I’m sorry… I didn’t sleep well last night.”
Taehyun rose and went to the restroom. He sat on the toilet, pulled out his phone, opened Geonwu’s SNS, and checked the comments under the post of Seojin.
There were even more comments than yesterday, and each one twisted the knife of Taehyun’s desire. He wanted to protect his wife, yet the perverse thrill of offering her to other men kept his finger scrolling.
Meanwhile Seojin was going through something similar. In front of Taehyun she pretended everything was fine, but the two swaps had shaken her to the core.
Even when she sat still, what kept stimulating her were the moments she had had sex behind her husband’s back—the encounter with Jeonghun in the shower, the separate-room sex with Geonwu.
The guilt of betraying Taehyun moved in lockstep with her pleasure.
One evening after the second swap, Taehyun had said he would be home late. Seojin sat alone on the living-room sofa, staring blankly out the window.
Then Geonwu’s hands rose unbidden in her mind—the hot, kneading pressure of them on her body.
She swallowed hard, yet her legs seemed to cross of their own accord. Heat gathered low in her belly.
“Why… am I like this……”
The sudden flush of arousal startled her.
Don’t think about those things……
They were already in the past; she told herself she ought to forget them. But once the memories surfaced they refused to leave. Days spent with men who were not Taehyun circled endlessly through her head.
No… stop it…
Whether from guilt or something else, a tightness settled in her chest and she let out a long breath.
“Haa…”
Taehyun’s face flickered past her mind’s eye.
When will he get home…? It should be all right by now…
The thought left her feeling complicated. Since the swaps Taehyun had seemed the same on the surface, yet sometimes he stared off into space as if lost.
Perhaps, like her, he still could not escape the memories of those nights…
Seojin closed her eyes.
Yet the memories only grew sharper, as if they had taken possession of her. Almost without realizing it she slipped her hand inside her panties.
Her fingertips found her pussy already slick with arousal; the wetness had reached her clit.
Why am I this wet…?
The fact that a few fleeting fantasies had soaked her so thoroughly left her flustered—but only for a moment.
What’s wrong with me… really…
The wetness frightened her. Yet the fear, too, was brief.
Having already tasted the pleasure in her mind, she began to rub her clit gently, eyes closed, body sinking back against the sofa.
“Haa… hnn…”
Tremors ran along her clit; she could not hold back the soft moans. She remembered the feel of Geonwu’s thick cock driving into her deepest place. The two hours he had fucked her rose again—his relentless thrusts, his hands.
“Haa… hnn…”
She bit her lip, replaying those moments. Then came the first swap: being taken right in front of Taehyun, the sex in the bathroom.
Had Taehyun grown aroused listening to her pleasure? Or had he been jealous…?
Had he watched the video of her?
Or did the memories rise in him the way they rose in her?
The thought made her fingers stop.
She pulled her hand free.
“No… what am I doing…”
Seojin withdrew her hand from her panties. Her fingers glistened with her own wetness. She went to the bathroom to wash them and caught sight of herself in the mirror.
Flushed cheeks and soaked panties testified to her desire. Yet the pleasure the swaps had awakened refused to release her.
Time passed, and the weekend arrived. From the afternoon onward Taehyun and Seojin seemed to be preparing for something. Guests were coming to the house that day.
From late afternoon she began cooking. The heat of the weather and the kitchen made her T-shirt cling damply to her skin.
Ding-dong.
The doorbell rang. Taehyun opened the door to find Yunsu standing there, both hands full of soju and beer, smiling as he stepped inside.
“You’re here?”
“Oh, you came? Where’s Minju?”
Seojin emerged from the kitchen to ask. Yunsu answered with easy nonchalance.
“Ah~ she said she was too tired today, so I came alone. Seojin, whatever you’re cooking smells incredible.”
“I’m making it tasty. Go sit in the living room.”
As she turned back toward the kitchen, Yunsu’s eyes raked openly over her body—the faint outline of her bra showing through the sweat-damp shirt, the line of her collarbones. He swallowed dryly and adjusted the front of his pants.
On the table sat spicy braised chicken and side dishes. Seojin removed her apron and took a seat. Her sweat-soaked T-shirt clung in translucent patches.
The three of them drank several rounds of soju mixed with beer, using the food she had prepared as banchan. Then Yunsu began to press in.
“So how are the two of you doing these days?”
“…A little… better, I think.”
Taehyun answered hesitantly. Yunsu smiled, eyes on the beads of sweat at Seojin’s nape.
“That’s good. That thing… how many times have you done it?”
His voice dropped low.
“What…?”
“Swapping, I mean.”
Taehyun, flustered, downed a glass of soju-beer and held up two fingers. Yunsu’s eyes lit up.
“Oh~ quite a few. How was it? Good?”
“…Just… kind of novel… and yeah, it was good…?”
Yunsu drained another glass, then smiled and turned to Seojin.
“What about you, Seojin? How good was it? Another man’s… thing.”
The question was blatant. He locked eyes with her. Seojin startled and swallowed hard.
Even though Yunsu’s words were so direct, Taehyun could only sit there at a loss.
“Ah… well… just… it was… fine.”
Her voice trembled. Alcohol and embarrassment flushed her cheeks scarlet. Yunsu savored the reaction, openly looking her over once more.
Seojin crossed her legs tighter, yet she could already feel her panties growing damp.
I’m crazy… Han Seojin… why are you like this. Stop… the face… it’s the alcohol… just the alcohol…
She shot a quick glance at Taehyun. His eyes were trembling. Seojin fled to the bathroom.
Only the two men remained in the living room.
“So who did you meet?”
“…What… Jeonghun’s couple… and one was Yun Geonwu’s couple…”
Yunsu’s eyes gleamed.
“Geonwu? That guy’s pretty well-known. He does SNS too—you know?”
Taehyun flinched at the words.
“Uh… I’ve heard of him.”
“Wonder if he posted yours too… hard to say.”
Yunsu’s tone was loaded with meaning. He tossed back the rest of his glass. Taehyun’s heart plummeted.
No way…
Meanwhile Seojin, who had escaped to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and exhaled a long sigh.
Haa… this is so annoying…
When she pulled down her panties they were soaked through with her own juices.
Why… why am I like this… because of that bastard…
Yunsu’s gaze and the alcohol seemed to have set her body on fire. She hurriedly wiped the wetness from her panties and pussy with toilet paper, yet the slickness still seeping from her felt endless.
By the time Seojin returned to her seat it was well past eleven-thirty, and Yunsu showed no sign of leaving.
He held out a glass to her and caught her wrist.
“Seojin, just one more. We’re all friends here. Come on.”
His voice was blatant. Taehyun clenched his teeth. Yunsu drained the glass while staring fixedly at Seojin.
Feeling that gaze, she drew her body in even tighter.
“Interesting.”
“What is?”
Taehyun shot back.
“Both of your expressions have changed a little from before.”
Yunsu rolled his glass and smiled.
“Must have been… a pretty good experience.”
He spoke more quietly, watching Seojin’s eyes.
Seojin swallowed and instinctively shrank, her shoulders curling inward the slightest bit. That tiny change only made it more obvious.
For a moment the air in the living room seemed to freeze.
Taehyun’s grip tightened. The glass trembled; the liquid inside shivered.
Yunsu saw it. He knew, yet he breathed easily, unhurried.
Seojin, too, found herself unable to answer.
Yunsu’s gaze felt as if it were piercing straight through her—an unfamiliar sensation, not quite unpleasant, a vaguely hot pressure that was hard to name. She could not even turn her head to look at Taehyun.
Yet that sticky voice held Taehyun motionless as well. What gripped his ankles was not the thought that he must protect his wife.
It was the desire and the fantasies rising from body and soul.
That bastard… with Seojin?
For an instant he imagined his friend lusting after his wife.
He pictured Yunsu’s ugly form. He pictured Seojin collapsing beneath it. A filthy desire stirred low in his belly.
Seojin avoided both men’s eyes. Heat seemed to pool in her lower abdomen. She could feel Yunsu’s gaze traveling over her body, growing more explicit by the second.
Yunsu was savoring the situation. With casual ease he raised his glass in a toast and smiled.
“Why so stiff?”
He laughed and lifted the glass.
“Have a drink. I’m joking.”
The words were a lie. The gaze that seemed aimed at Taehyun slid back to Seojin once more.