Chapter 7
Everything had swept past like a storm. All that lingered in the room were the rasping breaths of the four people and the faint, salty scent of sex.
For a while, all four of them seemed worn out, lying on their own beds in silence.
Jeonghun was the first to sit up and break the quiet.
“That was good, Seojin. Better than I expected.”
“...Me too.”
Seojin lowered her head in embarrassment as she answered, still flustered by a compliment she had never heard before. Then she stole a glance at Taehyun. His eyes were flickering with a complicated light.
It was an expression Seojin had never once seen from him since they had begun living together.
So this is... a real orgasm...
Seojin was startled by the lingering waves of pleasure surging through her body. Just then—
Jeonghun draped an arm around her shoulders and smiled.
“Want to shower together, Seojin?”
His offer sounded casual, but to Taehyun it landed like a knife thrust into his chest.
Since their honeymoon, there had been almost no memories of showering with Seojin.
And yet this unfamiliar man was asking my wife that so naturally, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Seojin hesitated and glanced at Taehyun for his reaction.
“Honey... is it okay if I go take a shower?”
“...Yeah. Go ahead and wash up.”
Taehyun forced the words out and gave his permission. Jeonghun took Seojin’s hand and led her into the bathroom. The door shut, and a moment later, the sound of running water began to spill out.
A heavy silence settled between Taehyun and Juhui in the room.
Juhui stretched like a cat, then got off the bed.
Her sweat-damp body was laid bare beneath the light.
“Taehyun, why are you making such a scary face? Are you mad?”
“No. I’m just... a little awkward.”
“That’s because it’s your first time. Everyone says they feel like they’re going crazy at first. Jealousy and excitement all mixed together. You don’t mind if I smoke, do you?”
Juhui smiled sweetly and pulled a cigarette from her bag, placing it between her lips.
Click.
With the lighter’s snap, white smoke began to fill the room. For Taehyun, who had quit smoking six months ago, the smell was both awful and strangely tempting.
“Want one? Cigarettes are perfect for a day like this. They’re great for calming your nerves—and even better for savoring what you just did.”
“...No. I quit.”
“Really? But your eyes keep drifting to that bathroom door.”
Juhui exhaled a stream of smoke and pointed toward the bathroom.
“What do you think they’re doing in there... together?”
“Probably just showering.”
“Hm. Knowing my husband, I doubt he’d stop at just showering. Can’t you imagine it, Taehyun?”
Juhui’s provocative words sent a chill down Taehyun’s spine.
He began imagining the things that might be happening behind that closed door.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, when the hot water was turned on, steam quickly wrapped the room, fogging the mirror and the glass.
Being alone with Jeonghun made Seojin’s heart pound harder.
I’m nervous...
Then, without a word, Jeonghun shoved her roughly against the wall.
The cold tile against her wet back made her draw in a sharp breath.
“There are two people outside... We shouldn’t be doing this here..”
Seojin tried to refuse him, but the firm hands handling her like an object left her helpless to do anything.
“Seojin, doesn’t it turn you on more knowing your husband is waiting outside?”
“A-ah... Jeonghun... We already did plenty earlier.”
“It’s different when it’s just the two of us.”
Jeonghun lifted her chin and kissed her roughly.
It was nothing like Taehyun’s gentle, careful kisses.
His tongue was dominant and greedy, ravaging her mouth until she was stripped of all defenses.
Seojin tried to resist, but her body was already reacting before she could stop it, answering to Jeonghun’s practiced touch.
“And Taehyun gave permission, didn’t he? Isn’t that right?”
Jeonghun knelt in front of Seojin and slipped a hand toward her intimate place.
“You’re already ready, Seojin.”
Seojin’s cheeks burned with embarrassment at the thought that she had grown wet without even realizing it.
“Th-that’s... because of the water...”
“Really now?”
Jeonghun buried his face between her legs.
The sound of him working her cunt filled the bathroom. The moment his tongue licked at her clit and inside her folds, Seojin gasped in surprise.
With wet, obscene sounds of friction, his tongue teased her sensitive clitoris until her hips jerked and a moan slipped from her throat.
“Haa... nngh...”
She tried to keep her voice as low as possible, afraid someone outside might hear.
Seojin was utterly bewildered by how roughly he sucked at her pussy.
Each time Jeonghun’s tongue moved against her, it felt as though her mind was burning white.
She should have been mortified, and yet the sensation of being violated where her husband could not see drove her to the edge.
Why... why is this happening...
“Your pussy tastes delicious, Seojin.”
“That kind of thing... is embarrassing... stop now...”
“It’s too late to stop now.”
Jeonghun stood and pulled her hand up, pressing it onto his cock.
The heat and hardness of him traveling through her palm made Seojin inhale sharply.
Why is it so...
“You should use your mouth on me too.”
Jeonghun pushed down on Seojin’s head, forcing her to her knees in front of him.
Between the streams of hot water falling from above, his erect cock stood threateningly before her face.
Overwhelmed, Seojin slipped his length into her mouth as if under a spell.
It’s so big... I feel like it’ll reach my throat...
Jeonghun gripped her hair tightly and moved his hips.
“So good... You’re doing well...”
This is embarrassing... Doing this in secret...
Shame and the thrill of betrayal surged over her in waves, and the more they did, the hotter and wetter she became below.
She was beginning to feel a strange pleasure in the sight of herself falling apart beneath Jeonghun’s hands, in this absurd, impossible situation.
When it became too hard for her, Seojin pulled his cock from her mouth and panted for breath.
“Tired?”
Seeing that she was struggling, Jeonghun yanked her back to her feet and drove her against the wall again. Then, without warning, he plunged straight into her.
“Hhhngh...! Haa... haa...”
So hard...
A muffled cry burst from Seojin’s lips. But to keep it from escaping outside, she bit down on the back of her own hand.
The force of his invasion was far heavier and harder than Taehyun’s touch, and Seojin’s head fell back.
Her stifled moans echoed against the bathroom walls, though the rush of water covered the sound of their secret act.
Jeonghun clenched her slender thighs and kept pounding into her.
Hidden away from her husband’s gaze, in this sealed-off space, only the sound of water protected their secret.
Seojin felt ashamed and guilty, yet at the same time her body trembled with a pleasure so intense that her mind seemed to be burning white.
This had begun for Taehyun’s sake, and yet in this moment Seojin’s body was responding wholly to Jeonghun’s stimulation, not her husband’s.
Her first secret was being completed in that hot steam.
Meanwhile, in the room, the cigarette Juhui had finished was still sending up a thin thread of smoke from the ashtray.
“What do you think they’re washing each other’s bodies with right now?”
Juhui asked provocatively, staring straight into Taehyun’s eyes.
Taehyun clamped his mouth shut and couldn’t bring himself to answer.
Instead of words, blazing jealousy and suspicion tightened around his throat.
The bathroom door was firmly closed, but in Taehyun’s ears, beyond the rush of water, Seojin’s stifled moans and the dull sounds of bodies colliding rang like hallucinations.
Every time he heard it, an image would explode in his mind: the two of them secretly fucking in that steam-choked space.
Watching Taehyun’s twisted expression, Juhui looked down again at the part of him that was rising hard between his legs and let out a low laugh.
“Oh my... Taehyun, you’re very honest down there, aren’t you?”
Just the imagining of it was enough to drive him insane with jealousy. The self-loathing of having left his wife to be ravaged by another man.
Shit... Is this really happening?
Taehyun shook his head in disgust at himself. Feeling his own cock harden even more against all logic, he sank deeper into misery.
Roughly twenty minutes later, the two of them came out of the bathroom.
Taehyun looked at their bodies as they emerged. They were damp, yet some strange current seemed to be flowing between them.
Their skin was flushed red, and their movements were awkward in a way he couldn’t quite name.
And so the first swapping between the two couples ended, and they were riding home in a taxi.
“Seojin, are you asleep?”
“...No. I’m just tired.”
Seojin avoided Taehyun’s eyes. Her cheeks were still faintly pink from the bathroom, and her body carried the scent of the hotel body wash they never used at home. Her hair was tousled, and much of her makeup had been wiped away.
Did they really just shower?
The two of them rode home while looking out different windows at different scenery, each lost in different thoughts.
The moment they got home, Seojin headed back into the bathroom as if trying to scrub away even the trace of Jeonghun’s touch.
I’m insane... Han Seojin... you really are insane.
Loathing herself, Seojin scrubbed harshly at her body with soap suds.
She washed as if trying to erase every last trace of Jeonghun’s scent.
But the instant her fingertips brushed over the bruises on her thigh where he had gripped her so hard, Seojin drew in a sharp breath before she realized it.
“Ah... ow...”
It hurt. It should have been an unpleasant pain, and yet as the throbbing ran along her nerves, an unfamiliar pulse trembled deep inside her body.
It was a kind of shiver she had never once felt during the long years she’d spent with Taehyun.
The hands of her husband, who had always cherished her and considered her feelings, had always been warm and gentle.
What she had felt tonight was different. Jeonghun’s one-sided, rough treatment was shaking a dark region her reason could not reach.
The feeling of Taehyun’s eyes on her while she was being taken. The shame of being ravaged by a stranger in front of her husband.
Seojin told herself over and over that it was horrifying, but she didn’t want to ask herself why, in that moment, her lower body had reacted so instinctively.
That touch... I was scared of it...
Seojin touched the nape of her neck with her wet hand.
The place Jeonghun had bitten hard still burned hot.
It felt as though his hands, his voice, and Taehyun’s stare were all still clinging to her.
No...
Seojin shook her head.
She couldn’t keep thinking about this. She decided to treat it as a one-time experience and nothing more.
Just this once... one time is enough...
She turned on the shower and splashed water over her face.
But the more she closed her eyes, the more vividly the scenes from the hotel came back to her.
The shame and tension of standing before her husband. The moment those feelings came rushing over her.
Seojin bit her lip.
Was it because of Jeonghun? Because of the alcohol? Or because this was her first time experiencing anything like it?
She couldn’t be sure. The only thing she knew for certain was this:
After tonight, her heart would never be quite the same as it had been before.
Seojin stared into the mirror.
Her reflection still wore her usual face, but those unfocused, wavering eyes staring back at her were no longer the eyes of the woman she knew herself to be.