A Dangerous Deal and the Woman Next Door
“So, what is it that you wanted to say to me?”
“...........”
Yoo-mi stared at me for a long moment before finally looking away. She picked up a piece of sashimi, slipped it between her red lips, and began to chew. I wanted to suck on those lips.
“Let’s have a drink,” she said, raising her glass.
Time slipped by again. The small sake bottles multiplied on the table, and Yoo-mi’s cheeks flushed a deep pink. The alcohol warmed my body. I loosened my tie and tucked it into my bag, then watched her in silence. Just being alone with her in this moment felt like happiness itself.
Yoo-mi didn’t avoid my gaze either. She rested her chin on both hands atop the table and looked straight at me. The short, rounded haircut suited her perfectly. Her lips moved again.
“Su-heon.”
“Yes.”
“Why did you do it that time?”
“...........”
Sweat broke out across my skin. My mind went blank. The calm gaze I’d worn earlier lost focus and wandered; my face burned. Her alluring voice reached my ears once more.
“I’ve thought about it a lot.”
“...........”
“Let’s not blame my husband.”
“...........”
“No matter how close you are, that wasn’t right, was it?”
“I’m sorry.”
“No. What I want to know is about you, Su-heon.”
“...........”
“Did you really do it just because he told you to?”
“...........”
I was speechless. Yoo-mi pressed me like a news anchor, every syllable crisp and deliberate.
“Su-heon, don’t you love Yuri?”
“...........”
“Or...”
Her voice trailed off.
“I do love her.”
“...........”
“But when I see you, Yoo-mi, my heart races.”
“Tch.”
She pouted, still resting her chin on her hands, and turned her head slightly.
“And... I’m truly sorry about that day.”
“...........”
“But if the same situation happened again, I’d do the same thing.”
“...........”
“I’m sorry. But that’s how I really feel.”
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t just want your body with no feelings involved.”
“Are you saying you love me?”
Yoo-mi stared straight at me. She was an incredibly attractive woman. I leaned forward, closing the distance between us, and pressed my lips to hers. She stayed still, eyes open. When our lips parted, she spoke quietly.
“You’re quite selfish, Su-heon.”
“...........”
“Do I look that easy to you?”
“That’s not it.”
I was flustered again, overwhelmed by her presence.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“No matter my intentions, I forced myself on you. I’m sorry.”
“Does an apology fix everything?”
“...........”
“Men really have it easy.”
“That’s not what I meant, Yoo-mi.”
“Then say it properly.”
“Don’t you feel anything for me at all?”
“...........”
Still resting her chin on her hands, Yoo-mi reached out with one hand and picked up her glass. She swirled the sake inside, watching the liquid move, then spoke softly.
“Su-heon, are you an idiot?”
“Huh?”
She brought the glass to her lips, took a sip, and held the empty glass out to me.
“Pour me another.”
I filled it quietly.
“The truth is, the reason I asked to meet you today...”
“...........”
“I couldn’t forgive you that day. But today...”
“...........”
“You’re the only person I could think of who might listen to my worries.”
“What do you mean?”
“My husband...”
“...........”
“He wanted it again.”
“What?”
“Me and Jae-geun.”
My head spun. Surely not...
“Did he say that to you directly?”
“Not exactly, but...”
“...........”
“Jae-geun said the exact same thing you told him that day.”
“So... you mean...”
Yoo-mi tipped back another drink. The line of her throat as she swallowed looked unbearably sexy. I waited anxiously for her answer.
“Su-heon.”
Her face had grown even redder. She looked at me with that signature elegant smile.
“I’m not that easy of a woman.”
A sigh of relief escaped me without thinking. Seeing my reaction, Yoo-mi rested her chin on both hands again and grinned.
“You’re cuter than you look, Su-heon.”
“Yoo-mi.”
“What should I do now, Su-heon?”
“...........”
“I love my husband, but...”
“...........”
“He seems to be changing, little by little.”
Tears welled in her eyes even as she kept smiling. A single clear droplet traced down her cheek. My chest ached. Still smiling through the tears, Yoo-mi stood up.
“I need to use the restroom.”
As she passed me, she stumbled. I caught her wrist and pulled her into my arms. She collapsed against me, and I gently wiped the tears from her face. When my lips approached, her eyes slowly closed. My tongue brushed her lips, and hers came out to meet it, wrapping around mine. Her arms circled my neck. I stroked her hair and lost myself in the soft kiss.
The motel’s dim lighting bathed the bed where someone had surely been busy earlier. Yoo-mi’s mature, married body writhed beneath me. Every touch made her react with small, involuntary movements. I traced slow circles over her full breasts, marveling at how they kept their shape even while she lay down. My fingertips circled her areolas before lightly brushing the hardened nipples. Her waist twisted, seductive. My hand slid lower to her waist; she drew a sharp breath, tense. Her cute navel. Following the curve of her hips, my fingers explored the sharp dip of her pelvis, savoring every inch. Her intermittent moans and quickened breathing told me exactly how she felt. Her eyelashes fluttered behind tightly shut eyes, as if she were enjoying my gentle touch. When my hand passed her hips and stroked the soft, inviting inner thighs, she crossed her long legs and squeezed my hand between them.
“Ah, Su-heon...”
Her alluring voice slipped between her red lips.
“You have such a beautiful body, Yoo-mi.”
“It’s embarrassing... the blanket...”
“I want to keep looking at you. At your body.”
Yoo-mi twisted her hips slightly from side to side, still teasing. I leaned down and captured her lips again. She pouted, eyes half-lidded.
“Yoo-mi, is it okay if I like you?”
“Idiot.”
Her left hand, still around my neck, slid down and gently grasped my cock.
“It’s hot.”
Her tongue wrapped deeply around mine, sucking hard. Her grip on me tightened, stroking slowly. I moved my hand from her thigh to cup her entire pussy, feeling the wetness already soaking my palm. I parted her folds with my middle finger; her slick arousal coated it.
“Yoo-mi.”
“Yes.”
“You’re so wet.”
She reacted instantly, arms and hand tightening as she shoved her tongue roughly into my mouth. When I rubbed her clit, she gasped into the kiss and bucked her hips. She had such a sensitive body. The faster my finger moved, the rougher her breathing became, her hips rolling. I pulled back to look at her. Soft sounds escaped her lips.
“Haang, ah, mmh.”
My tongue trailed down her neck to her full breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth while my hand kneaded the other.
“Ah, Su-heon...”
I alternated between sucking and squeezing, drawing more moans from her.
“Ah, mmh, ah.”
When my tongue reached her navel, her hands clutched my hair. I spread her thighs wide. Her mature, dark pussy bloomed open, glistening with arousal. I licked up her wetness.
“Ah, Su-heon...”
My tongue delved between her folds. She gripped my hair tighter.
“Ahh, ah, aang.”
I licked up and down, side to side. Her clit swelled, and fresh arousal poured from her. I focused on the sensitive nub before thrusting my tongue inside her.
“Haang, ah, aang, haah.”
Her back arched like a bow, thighs clamping around my head so tightly I could barely breathe. It was intoxicating. My saliva mixed with her juices, trickling down to her ass. When I withdrew my tongue, her limbs went limp.
“Haah, haah, haah, haah.”
Breathing hard, she opened her lips.
“Haah, haah... Su-heon... come here... haah, haah.”
I climbed over her and positioned myself.