Dawn's Dangerous Encounter
“Honey, come help with the drinks, they’re heavy.”
“Ugh, yeah, okay.”
At Yoo-mi’s words, Dae-woo heads inside the main house. Yoo-mi approaches me, plants a light kiss on my cheek, then follows her husband. Startled, I glance at the guy across from me.
“...........”
He’s gone. The bastard isn’t there anymore. Thank God. Even if he knows about us, he wouldn’t do something like that right in front of everyone. I light a cigarette without thinking and take a drag. The once-lively drinking party now leaves me sitting alone. A sticky, unpleasant feeling crawls up my spine. Where did he go? Out for air? The bathroom? My wife is in the bathroom too—no, she can’t be. I deny it, but my body refuses to move. By the time the cigarette burns down to the filter, no one has returned.
I stand and head toward the bathroom. The path I’ve walked several times tonight feels strangely new and endless. I hesitate at the corner, then gather my courage and turn. The light inside the bathroom is on, but no one is outside.
“Honey?”
The word sticks in my throat. I listen for movement inside. Nothing. I turn the handle, and the door slowly opens. Yuri sits on the toilet, completely defenseless, dozing off. The guy isn’t here either.
“Hey, where’d he go?”
His voice drifts over from the table.
“Did he go to the bathroom?”
“Oh my, oh my, the two of them together again, hohoho.”
“Alright, let’s set up.”
The other three voices chime in. Strength drains from my body as the night air wraps coolly around me.
“Honey.”
“Mmm, yeah.”
Yuri lifts her head.
“What are you doing here? Let’s go back to the room.”
“Mmm, yeah, honey.”
Seeming to sober up a little, she looks around, wipes herself with toilet paper, and stands. “Our husband came to check on me because he was worried, huh?”
I scoop her up in my arms as she clings to me and carry her back to the table. The night air that felt chilly moments ago now seems refreshing.
Thirst wakes me. It’s still dark outside. I can’t see anything in the gloom. My head throbs and my stomach churns. I open the door and step into the living room. Moonlight illuminates the space, gradually bringing objects into focus. I find the fridge, grab some water, and drink. The cool liquid settles my stomach and clears my mind. I look around again. This unfamiliar place… I retrace my memories. Yuri and I returned to the table and kept drinking. We finished every bottle brought out before the party broke up. Everyone, drunk out of their minds, retreated to their rooms. Dae-woo and Yoo-mi’s group to the main house, Yuri and I to the annex.
“Huh?”
I return to the room and turn on the light. Yuri isn’t in bed. Only the cardigan she’d been wearing is tossed on the sheets. Maybe she still feels sick. I check the bathroom. She isn’t there either. Outside, dawn is slowly breaking, the sky turning faintly bright. I open the front door and step out of the annex. Fresh air fills my lungs. Whether from last night’s excitement or morning wood, my cock aches, fully erect. It’s 4 a.m. The yard echoes with insect chirps, but there’s no sign of Yuri.
“She must be somewhere.”
Overcome by exhaustion, I turn back toward the annex door. Suddenly, voices reach me from somewhere. I close the door and follow the sound. In front of the bathroom, a large figure stands. And a woman. The two are engaged in a small struggle. My wife. Yuri is here at this hour, with that guy—why? She still looks half-drunk, her body swaying unsteadily. Thanks to the faint light of dawn, I can see them more clearly now. He’s gripping her arms while she tries to pull away, stumbling. “That son of a bitch.”
I start toward her, then stop. He pulls her waist against him and covers her lips with his. Her back arches like a bow as she falls into his embrace, head tilted back, her lips stolen. The scene feels like the opening shot of some cheap AV, not reality. Part of me wants to see what happens next. I hide behind the corner and watch the dizzying sight.
“Mmph… mmh, mmph, mmph.”
Yuri’s ragged breaths and the wet sounds of him greedily sucking on her tongue fill the air. Everything around them seems to freeze; only the two of them move. The noisy insects and birds fall silent, every tiny sound between them crystal clear in my ears.
After a moment, he pulls away from her lips. Yuri exhales sharply, whispering, “Haa, haa… Jae-geun… Is this why… haa, haa… you told me to come out? Haa.”
Even drunk, she keeps glancing around nervously. “That’s not it. I had something to say to you, Yuri, but seeing you like this…”
“Haa… What did you want to say? Hurry up and say it, then let’s go back inside. We… haa.”
He keeps holding her tightly, looking down at her. She pushes against his chest, but it doesn’t seem easy; her face twists in frustration. “Jae-geun, let go… It’s stuffy… mmph, mmph.”
Unable to hold back while watching her struggle, he kisses her again. His massive hands slide from her waist to her ass, gripping each cheek and kneading them as he pulls her lower body flush against his cock. Her waist bends sharply as she struggles in his arms. He devours her lips for a long time before finally releasing them.
“Haa, haa, haa, haa.”
Yuri can only pant, clinging to him. His hands never stop kneading her plump ass before slipping under her miniskirt. She shakes her head violently and grabs his wrist, trying to fight him off. A faint smile spreads across his face—he’s clearly enjoying her resistance.
“Hngh.”
A thick sound escapes her lips. His thick forearm lifts, pulling her up onto her tiptoes. He seems to be rolling her panties up and stimulating her slit. “Don’t… don’t do that. I’ll scream.”
She warns him in a low voice, but women’s threats like that only excite men more. “Hngh!”
When he yanks her panties higher, she lets out a sharper cry and is lifted further. Her hands, once pushing at his wrist, now cling to his shoulders. Her smooth legs, dangling as she balances on tiptoe, look surprisingly elastic and beautiful. Her skirt rides up to her waist, fully exposing her round, firm ass. Her panties are bunched into a single line between her cheeks, clutched in his hand. He looks at her suffering face with a lecherous gaze and shifts the lifted panties to the left. His right hand, which had been kneading her ass, moves to the cleft and slides forward.
“Ah, hngh!”
A short, sharp sound bursts from her mouth. His fingers must have parted her pussy and pushed inside. “I really will scream. Stop it, you bastard.”
She glares at him, but his next words freeze her like ice. “You fucking slut, dripping pussy juice like that, go ahead and scream, you bitch.”
“Jae-geun…”
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to fuck your cunt?”
“...........”
His crude words slowly drain the fight out of her. He lifts her effortlessly and sets her on the rock. Last night, I had leaned against that same rock while sucking on his wife’s tongue. His hand disappears under her skirt on the rock, then emerges holding her panties. The white fabric slides down her pale thighs and calves before catching at her ankles. Yuri offers no resistance, surrendering her body to his touch.
“See? It’s better when you behave, Yuri.”
“Jae-geun, please… don’t. You’re not this kind of person.”
She makes one last plea. “Alright, Yuri, just a moment, okay?”
“Jae-geun, please… no?”
Her voice trembles with tears. He ignores her and buries his face between her legs, licking her pussy. She covers her mouth with one hand and shakes her head violently. Even as he devours her, his hands keep stroking and kneading her spread thighs. His head doesn’t lift from her pussy for a long time. Under the relentless assault of his tongue, her head slowly tilts back. The hand that had covered her mouth now rests on his head. Her thighs, once being roughly handled, now wrap around his shoulders, squeezing his head. She’s feeling it. Finally, he slowly raises his head.
“Haa, haa, haa.”
Yuri lifts her tilted head and releases the breath she’d been holding. She still glares at him, but the woman from moments ago is gone. Her expression is now that of a woman at the threshold of pleasure—anticipation mixed with anger at being taken, a provocative look.