The Swapping Game
Yoo-jung climbed onto the table and knelt in front of Hyung-nim. Between her firm, elastic buttocks, a pink valley came into view. I couldn’t see Hyung-nim’s expression, but he must have been flustered. Maybe it was the atmosphere, but I found myself joining in and enjoying the moment with them.
“Hyung-nim, show us what a real man can do, won’t you?”
“Hey, you too?”
“Hahahaha!”
“Kkalkkalkkalk!”
Everyone in the room was laughing and having fun—everyone except Hyung-nim.
“Ooh!”
The women suddenly clapped and turned their eyes toward him. I leaned forward slightly to look as well. Even though he was drunk, Hyung-nim closed his eyes in embarrassment and drank the liquor that was flowing down Yoo-jung’s full breasts. Little by little the amount increased, and exaggerated moans escaped Yoo-jung’s lips.
“Ah… ha… aang…”
As Yoo-jung tilted her head back and acted out her excitement, Hyung-nim, who had only been pressing his lips to her skin, took her nipple into his mouth and sucked the flowing liquor directly from it. For a moment, silence fell over the room. Feeling awkward watching, I sat back down and glanced at the women holding their breath. My wife and Madam Cho had flushed cheeks and were watching intently, their breathing growing rough. Yoo-mi was looking at me. That gaze—it was the same one she gave me when she was pinned beneath me, begging for my cock. Right in front of my wife, Yoo-mi was sending me such an explicit look. Hyung-nim was getting excited in his own way, and my wife in hers. Yoo-mi and I were also feeling the thrill. In front of my wife, I exchanged a deep, heated glance with the woman I had already been intimate with.
“Wow, clap clap clap!”
My wife and Madam Cho applauded, signaling that Hyung-nim’s turn was over. Yoo-jung turned her body and sat facing me.
“Now it’s Oppa’s turn.”
“Huh? Hyung-nim already did it. Already?”
“This time it’s valley shots.”
“……”
Yoo-jung seemed drunk too. Even so, this felt like too much. From across the table, Hyung-nim shouted.
“Hurry up. I did it already.”
‘How is that the same as this?’ The words caught in my throat and wouldn’t come out. My wife’s and Yoo-mi’s eyes had gone wide. Even a stranger would have guessed what that term meant in this situation.
“Yoo-jung, that’s enough. Come down now.”
Our savior, Madam Cho, smiled and stopped her. Yoo-jung hesitated for a moment, looking reluctant, then climbed down. I let out a sigh of relief.
“What’s this? Am I the only one who got picked on? Hahaha.”
“Tch, picked on? You got serviced.”
Yoo-mi pouted at Hyung-nim’s awkward remark. Thanks to Yoo-jung’s breast shots, the mood in the room had heated up, and everyone was swaying from the alcohol.
“So, after playing like this, we’re going for round two?”
An unexpected voice—Yoo-mi. She looked at Madam Cho with a blank, calm expression. Madam Cho’s already flushed face turned even redder, clearly caught off guard.
“Well, some people do, some don’t.”
“Is there anything else besides this? Like a game?”
When Madam Cho trailed off, my wife immediately followed up with another question.
“There is. I tried it yesterday and it was fun.”
Yoo-jung answered my wife.
“What kind of game?”
“Usually when other customers want it, we just play common games, but those are boring, right?”
“Common games?”
“Just stuff like King Game or the noticing game.”
“Ah, those. You play games like that here?”
“Well, the goal is always the same—stripping clothes, hoho.”
“Really? I see. Hoho.”
“But this one’s actually fun.”
“What’s it called?”
“Position Game.”
“Position Game?”
Everyone in the room focused at once.
“How do you play?”
My wife crossed her legs the other way and asked Yoo-jung. Just hearing the name made her react like that? I pictured the expression she’d have tonight, panting and clinging to me.
“Couples just follow the position that appears on the screen. If you can’t, you drink a penalty shot.”
“Screen?”
“Just a moment.”
Yoo-jung fixed her clothes, pressed the bell, and spoke with the waiter who entered. He connected a tablet to the large screen in the room. A spinning wheel landed on a number, and a video started playing—an Black man and a white woman moving in the exact position shown. That was the game. What a strange app to exist in this world.
“Wow, that’s interesting. Now that I think about it, isn’t this the game Jae-geun mentioned before? Right, Unni?”
“Was it? Ah, I remember now. That’s the one.”
It was my wife and Yoo-mi. My wife had clearly passed her drinking limit a while ago. So the guy named Jae-geun rubbing his cock against my wife’s ass had been talking about this game?
“Alright, we’ve drunk enough. Shall we get going? We have work tomorrow.”
Typical Hyung-nim, stepping in at the crucial moment.
“Yes, shall we? We drank quite a lot today.”
I agreed with him and looked at the women. Even though they were excited, Hyung-nim probably wasn’t having much fun drinking with his own wife right beside him. My wife pretended not to hear and kept pressing buttons on the tablet, fascinated.
“Drink a little more with us.”
Yoo-mi again.
“How about it? It’s fine, right?”
“Of course. I’m in a good mood today. Tonight’s on me, you two.”
“Really? Awesome, one-shot!”
Yoo-mi, Madam Cho, and my wife were already running on pure impulse, their reason completely numbed. Terrifying women. Hyung-nim gave me a look and called me outside. In the restroom, we lit cigarettes.
“Man, women are scary. I’ve never seen my wife like that before.”
“Yeah. I’ve never seen Yuri like this either.”
“Maybe it’s because it’s their first time here. They’re excited.”
“Probably. We were the same when we first came, back when we were young.”
“We were. Heh heh.”
“By the way, how long are we staying?”
“Exactly. We can’t just leave them and go.”
“Guess you really shouldn’t bring your wife to a place like this.”
“Kk, anyway, let’s go back in.”
“Yeah.”
Hyung-nim staggered as he turned to leave.
“Ah, I’m drunk.”
Following him back to the room, I felt dizzy too. The hallway spun around me. When I opened the door, the mixed scent of the women hit me and made my head spin even more. It was intoxicating. Yoo-jung and my wife were huddled together, mimicking the screen, while Yoo-mi and Madam Cho were laughing so hard their throats showed.
“Honey, come here.”
“Hm?”
“Quickly.”
My wife grabbed my hand and sat me on the sofa. She spread my legs, placed her ass right on top of my cock, and sat facing away from me.
“What’s this supposed to be?”
“What do you mean?”
“They call this the baby elephant position. Kkalkkalkkalk.”
The couple on screen was in the exact same pose, going at it hard. But my wife and I could only laugh. Across from us, Madam Cho and Yoo-mi were laughing at us too.
“Alright, alright. Since the guys have had their break, shall we get started?”
“Hell yeah!”
At Yoo-jung’s words, my wife agreed enthusiastically. She must have been really pent up at home. I felt a twinge of guilt toward her, but then Yoo-jung’s seductive voice struck my ears.
“But since it’s just couples, it might be boring. How about we switch partners?”
“……”
The room fell silent in an instant. I saw it—Hyung-nim’s eyes flashing for a moment. Sensing the awkward quiet, Yoo-jung continued.
“Madam will join in too, right?”
“Sure, why not.”
‘What? Madam Cho too?’ My heart raced. Yoo-mi and now Madam Cho—the alcohol seemed to sober me up instantly.
“Then we’re short one guy.”
“What about Yoo-jung?”
“I’ll be the referee. A fair referee, hoho.”
A moment later, Yoo-jung called the manager in.
“Noona, we’re still open.”
“It’s fine. There are no more customers now. Come sit here.”
“Yes, alright.”
The man who treated Madam Cho with perfect politeness looked to be in his late twenties—handsome and tall. He was probably popular with women.
“Alright, let’s start picking couples. Draw a chopstick. If a married couple draws each other, draw again.”
Following Yoo-jung’s instructions, we drew chopsticks. The women drew as well.
“First couple, raise your hands.”
Hyung-nim raised his hand.
“Who’s the woman?”
It was my wife. Her hand went up. For a second, Hyung-nim’s eyes sparkled like they were on fire. That’s right. Just like how I had been mentally fucking Yoo-mi with my eyes, maybe Hyung-nim had been doing the same to my wife. Suddenly, the old conversations we used to have came rushing back, and an inexplicable excitement washed over me.
“You two, sit together.”
“Eh?”
“You’re a couple now, so you have to sit together.”
My wife glanced at me for a moment, then went and sat beside Hyung-nim. She looked a little excited too.
“Second couple, raise your hands.”
The manager raised his hand. I looked at the two women. I wanted both of them. It was just a simple game, so it probably didn’t matter who I got paired with. A moment later, Yoo-mi’s hand slowly rose.
“Second couple, sit together.”
The manager went and sat beside Yoo-mi. Madam Cho gave me a seductive smile, came over, and linked her arm with mine. Across from us, Hyung-nim and my wife stared openly.
“Heh heh, Madam, aren’t you liking this a little too much?”
“Oh please, I think the chairman likes it even more.”
While Hyung-nim and Madam Cho bantered, my wife linked her arm with his as well. It felt strange—my wife sitting affectionately with another man. It was unfamiliar, almost alien. The manager and Yoo-mi sat awkwardly apart.
“Alright, let’s begin. Starting with the first couple. If you’re not confident, just take a one-shot, okay?”
Yoo-jung held up a glass of beer. Her fingers moved, the number wheel spun, then stopped. A Black man was pounding into a white woman from behind while she had her mouth wide open, taking his cock deep. Yoo-jung’s voice rang out.
“Start, quickly.”
While Hyung-nim hesitated, my wife stood up, grabbed the table, and stuck her hips out. Her short miniskirt rode up from the position. Her sexy curves were on full display as she confidently took the stance. Hyung-nim would definitely be able to see her panties. He stood up, placed his hands on her waist, and positioned himself behind her.
“Hurry up. Speed it up.”