Chapter 16: A Dangerous Deal and the Woman Next Door
“Isn’t this enough? What else do you want me to do?”
At Yuri’s urging, hyungnim answered with his face flushed red. “It said to move like in the video, remember? Like the video—dynamic.”
Hyungnim looked embarrassed and stayed still, and my wife didn’t move either, clearly embarrassed herself.
“Alright, penalty drink.”
Hyungnim downed his shot, and my wife followed right after. Their faces were flushed as they sat back down.
“Okay, round two.”
Yumi’s body had gone stiff. This game was too advanced to play with a man she’d just met. She and the manager finished their awkward round and took their penalty shots.
“This isn’t fun at all. Unnie, please.”
Yuri winked at Madam Cho.
“Alright, round three, couple.”
The number wheel spun. On the screen, a white woman straddled a Black man lying down, bouncing her hips. Her breasts being groped by the Black man were enormous.
I simply lay down on the sofa. Madam Cho lifted her skirt slightly and sat right on top of my cock. Her panty-covered pussy rubbed against me. She slowly rocked her hips back and forth, then leaned in and whispered.
“Oh my, it’s quite impressive. So hard.”
Her whisper was so soft no one else could hear. She sat up, took my hand, and placed it on her chest. She moaned and rolled her hips as if we were really having sex. My hand rested on her breast, feeling its fullness through the fabric. I wanted to squeeze it. My mind went blank—my wife across from me didn’t even register anymore. A new woman’s body was waiting for me.
“Perfect. As expected from our unnie. Everyone saw that, right? That’s how you do it. Now, let’s all take a shot and start fresh.”
We were sinking deeper into a wild party. Madam Cho leaned in and whispered in my ear.
“Why? Are you worried about your wife?”
“Huh?”
“If not, then enjoy yourself. Go all out. Your wife seems to be enjoying it too.”
At her words, I looked at my wife. She was in the same position as before, but hyungnim’s hips were now moving back and forth, pushing against her ass. Maybe it was my imagination, but his front looked noticeably bulged. A small sound seemed to escape my wife’s slightly parted lips.
She was getting aroused by the unfamiliar cock rubbing against her ass from behind. My own cock was straining so hard it felt like it would tear through my pants. Madam Cho’s hand slid down and gently grasped it.
“Oh, very impressive. I’d love to taste it right now.”
She breathed into my ear while I stared at my wife.
“Yes, that’s it. Now you understand. That’s how it’s done. Applause.”
Yuri’s voice was sweet and playful. Hyungnim and my wife laughed awkwardly, as if nothing had happened.
It was Yumi’s turn. The wheel spun and the screen showed a Black man pinning a white woman against the wall, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder as he thrust into her. The manager downed three shots in a row.
“I’m terrible with alcohol, so I’m just getting in the way.”
“That’s our manager oppa for you.”
At Yuri’s praise, the manager gave a thumbs-up. When Yumi stood up hesitantly, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. He pushed her against the wall, slipped his hand under her skirt, and lifted one of her thighs. Surprisingly, Yumi actively cooperated with his movements.
Hyungnim’s eyes, watching Yumi, seemed to mix an unreadable excitement with sadness. When her smooth calf rested on the manager’s shoulder, her white lace panties came into full view for everyone in the room. Her thick, luscious thighs were completely exposed. Even my wife swallowed hard, her eyes sparkling as she watched.
The manager locked eyes with Yumi and started slapping his bulging crotch against her panties. It looked so real, like they were actually having sex.
“Come on, a little more. Let’s hear some sound.”
The manager whispered something in Yumi’s ear, and she smiled faintly.
“Ah, ah, ha, ah, aang.”
“Ah, Yumi, that’s good.”
It was shocking. Moans were coming out of Yumi’s mouth. Even though it was just a game, her movements were so realistic. She had to be feeling the pleasure of the manager’s hard cock rubbing against her pussy. Her husband was watching, and so was the man she’d had passionate sex with. Now a young stranger’s cock—though still clothed—was grinding against her entrance. Yumi’s moans didn’t sound entirely fake.
Jealousy surged through me. I wanted to punch the manager. My woman. Suddenly, the hand gripping Yumi’s lifted thigh slipped inside her panties. Did no one see? Everyone was focused on their performance without reacting. The manager’s fingers moved busily inside her panties. Yumi’s ass was being groped by him. Her brows furrowed slightly, and a thicker, wetter sound escaped her lips.
“Haang, aang, haang, ahang.”
[Thwack, thwack.]
Everyone watched in breathless silence. A dizzying excitement filled the room.
“Okay, that’s enough~~ See? The game’s getting fun now. Fighting, oppa.”
At Yuri’s comment, the manager let go of Yumi and looked embarrassed. Leaning against the wall and breathing hard, Yumi stared at me steadily. I wanted to rush over and fuck her right then. The manager gently helped her to the sofa and sat her down.
“Honey, what’s your relationship with the madam?”
“Huh?”
“What’s your relationship?”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s obviously not normal. Did you sleep with her?”
“...........”
“Your wife seems to have noticed too.”
My whole body froze at Madam Cho’s whisper in my ear. I looked toward my wife and our eyes met. That brief moment felt like a year. She pouted, crossed her arms, and turned her gaze back to the screen. How much had she figured out? Thinking back, there were too many strange things. She might have even seen us holding hands earlier. Maybe that’s why we ended up here.
“Alright, round three.”
The wheel spun again. A white woman was on her knees, greedily sucking a Black man’s massive cock. The next moment, every eye in the room turned to me. Even Madam Cho looked slightly flustered.
“What are you waiting for? Start.”
Yuri pressed me. I stood up, and Madam Cho knelt in front of me.
“Hey, we can’t see. Come out here, both of you.”
“Hahaha, hohoho.”
Everyone was laughing, but I could feel the excitement in their eyes. Madam Cho knelt before me as I stood in the open space. Her hands rose to stroke my thighs. My crotch was obscenely tented. It had stayed swollen while watching my wife and Yumi.
“Wow, this oppa’s no joke.”
Yuri playfully stroked my cock once. It sent a jolt through me. Madam Cho pressed her lips against the bulge in my pants and moved her head back and forth as if giving oral.
“Hey, this doesn’t feel real. Unnie, penalty shot—bottoms up.”
At Yuri’s words, Madam Cho looked flustered.
“How am I supposed to do this exactly the same?”
“Bottoms up! Bottoms up!”
Everyone started chanting. “Ah-young, do it. Make it look real.”
The voice that drew everyone’s attention belonged to my wife. It was shocking. She clearly seemed to suspect my relationship with Yumi. Her gaze turned back to me. Madam Cho looked up at me, her lips parted. I wanted to shove my cock into her mouth right then. She didn’t seem like she’d refuse either. But how would I deal with what came after? My wife was in hyungnim’s hands, Yumi belonged to the young manager. After a moment’s hesitation, I picked up my glass.
“Hey, this is too unfair.”
“You’re right.”
Madam Cho stood and took her shot with me, her eyes filled with regret. Once we sat back down, everyone took another round of shots. The game started again. Someone drank. The wheel spun once more. My ears were ringing, my head spinning. A tongue slipped into my mouth. I didn’t know whose it was, but it started sucking and twirling around mine. I forced my eyes open. It was Madam Cho. After a long, deep kiss, her sweet tongue slowly withdrew. My blurry vision gradually cleared. She slipped her hand into my pants, grabbed my cock, and rested her head on my shoulder.
“Next time you come, come alone. My number’s in your phone.”
“What’s different if I come alone?”
“Hoho, you’ll find out when you come.”
She smiled and squeezed my cock. Her half-up hairstyle made her earlobes and elegant neckline look even sexier. I stroked her hair and glanced across the room. A woman was leaning back on the sofa with hyungnim on top of her. His hand was between her thighs, moving back and forth. Who was that? Miniskirt—it was my wife. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and his head was moving side to side. My wife, held in his arms, was having her tongue sucked while her pussy was being fingered.
“Mm, hup, mmph, hup.”
The wet sounds of hyungnim and my wife sucking each other’s tongues mixed with her soft moans.
“They’ve been like that for a while now, those two.”
Madam Cho whispered to me.
“You two are something else. What is this, couple swapping? Swinging? Wow, that’s so hot.”
My chest tightened, and something hot rose up inside me.