The Dangerous Deal and the Woman Next Door
After a hectic morning, lunchtime finally arrives with some breathing room. The subordinates in front are busy chattering about what to eat. Today, I just want to spend lunch quietly by myself. What should I have? I’m not even that hungry. Maybe just a cup of coffee. The moment I step into Starbucks, a familiar face catches my eye. It’s Dae-woo hyung. Sitting across from him is a sturdy-looking man with an unpleasant expression. Hyung has his head lowered, sighing heavily, while the man keeps explaining something.
I sit behind hyung and take a sip of my coffee.
“So how much are you asking for? Just say it straight.”
“Boss, is this the kind of thing you can put a price on? Heh heh.”
“Last time you said it was the original, and now you’re saying this is the original again. What am I supposed to do?”
“This one’s the real original. Help me out just this once. I won’t bother you again.”
“……”
Original? What does he mean by that? Hyung mentioned he runs his own business—maybe it’s related to that. A little later, hyung fiddles with his phone for a while, and the man checks his own phone too.
“Done? Don’t come looking for me again. Next time I’ll report you to the police.”
“Yes, yes, I really won’t come again. Here, the original.”
The man leaves the café, and hyung stares blankly at the small USB for a long time.
“Hyung.”
“Huh? Oh, it’s you, dongsaeng.”
“Mind if I sit with you?”
“Sure, come on. You heard everything?”
“Couldn’t help it. Mind if I ask what’s going on?”
“……”
Hyung’s story goes like this. He’s been to every hospital and even tried folk remedies and famous herbalists for his erectile dysfunction. One day, while watching porn online without much thought, he stumbled on a voyeur genre video. As he watched, he suddenly felt something strange and touched himself—there was a slight reaction. After that, he started searching for more of that kind of content and eventually got the idea to secretly film his wife, Yoo-mi.
He installed cameras in the house to spy on her daily life. Watching his wife every night, his senses gradually returned, but after a few days they went back to normal. Just when he was about to give up, that man from earlier showed up. He was the one who had installed the cameras, and he claimed to have the original footage of his wife’s private moments. Hyung had already been ripped off once with no results. It’s pitiful. As a fellow man, I feel sorry for him.
“So this is the original?”
“Yeah. He says it’s the real one.”
“If someone wanted to, they could make more copies, right?”
“But there’s nothing special in it. If he comes again, I’ll just report him.”
Nothing special, huh. Judging by what his wife said, maybe Yoo-mi really doesn’t know how to masturbate.
“That’s a relief.”
“I must look pathetic.”
“Nah, all guys are like that. We all have those kinds of sexual fantasies, don’t we? Hahaha.”
“You into that kind of stuff too, dongsaeng?”
“If it’s there I’ll watch, if not I won’t. Doesn’t really do much for me.”
“Really? Hmm… Hey, is there any way?”
“Does watching really get a reaction, hyung?”
“Yeah, but it only lasts a moment. Ah, this isn’t living.”
On the way back to the office, hyung’s words keep nagging at me. “This isn’t living.” Well, if a man can’t perform, it must be hell—especially with a wife like that. I sit at my desk and continue the morning’s work.
‘Huh? What’s this?’
While looking for the office drawer key, I feel something else in my suit pocket. A USB. I must have accidentally taken it while having coffee with hyung. My heart suddenly starts pounding.
‘There’s nothing special in it.’
Hyung’s words echo in my mind.
‘Since there’s nothing special, maybe I should take a look?’
I glance around. Everyone’s focused on work. Not a single head is visible above the partitions.
[Removable Disk Connected]
It’s the house next door. The screen splits into four views: bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom. I fast-forward quickly. There she is—Yoo-mi. She looks a bit far away, but I can still make out her facial expressions. Watching her like this feels different somehow. A reaction stirs below.
I skip ahead. Yoo-mi enters the bathroom. From the camera angle, it seems to be mounted where the ceiling meets the wall. She starts taking off her clothes—top first, then her skirt. For a moment, I feel like I can’t breathe. Not an ounce of fat on her. Is this really the body of a 43-year-old married woman? Her breasts are so full they look like they’re struggling against that pink bra. She reaches behind her back and unhooks it. My breathing quickens. Her milky-white, voluptuous breasts spill out, swaying heavily. Their shape is perfect. My wife’s breasts are beautiful too, but Yoo-mi’s are just as impressive. She slips off her panties, turns around, and turns on the shower. Her ass is incredible too—maybe even bigger than my wife’s, yet firm and lifted. Is that even possible for an Asian woman? I’m in awe.
But Yoo-mi doesn’t live up to my expectations while showering. She doesn’t grope her breasts or run her fingers over her pussy. Of course she doesn’t—that kind of thing only happens in porn. I want a closer look, but there’s no such function. It’s just a video file. I keep skipping. I watch the whole thing, but like hyung said, there’s nothing special. The only real discovery is Yoo-mi’s incredible body—the one I’d only imagined until now. Carrying around a body like that every day while being impotent… I can understand how hyung feels.
I eject the USB and head to the bathroom. My piss shoots out like it’s going to break the toilet bowl. In the mirror, a flushed man stares back at me—eyes full of desire.
On the way home, I wonder how I’m going to return the USB. Should I just hand it over casually, like nothing happened? Or just throw it away and pretend I never saw it? My phone vibrates in my pocket.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s me. Did you happen to see a USB?”
“Ah, that… I, um, somehow… I mean…”
“You have it, dongsaeng?”
“Y-yes, but… I, uh…”
“Got it. Let’s grab a drink after work tonight. My treat. Bring it then.”
“Ah, but—”
He hangs up. Hyung’s call came at the worst possible time. I rambled like an idiot, but at least I answered, so there’s no need to worry anymore.
‘I’ll just return it tonight and act like I didn’t see anything.’
When I get home, my wife is preparing dinner.
“Yoo-ri, it’s fine. I’m having a drink with the neighbor hyung.”
“Really? You should still eat something.”
“Nah, if I’m full I won’t be able to drink.”
“Then I guess I’ll invite Yoo-mi unni over to eat with me. Hohoho.”
After showering and changing into comfortable training clothes, I step into the living room. There’s Yoo-mi. She’s wearing a sleeveless tank top and a short training skirt. The image from the video overlays on top of her.
“Oh, you’re here?”
“Yes, my husband just got home too.”
“Yeah, just wait a bit.”
Yoo-mi smiles at me. Unlike usual, she smiles a lot when she’s with our couple. Even seeing her again, there’s no way that body belongs to a 43-year-old married woman.
Hyung and I sit at the hof near the house.
“The USB.”
“Ah, yes, here.”
“Did you watch it?”
“No.”
I lie. Without thinking.
“Well, there’s nothing to see anyway. It’s just embarrassing if someone else watches it.”
“Right.”
After chatting about this and that, it’s already around 10 p.m. We’re both full, and we have work tomorrow, so we decide to call it a night. As we leave the hof, hyung suddenly turns to me.
“Want one more drink?”
“If you’re up for it, hyung.”
“Let’s go, then.”
“Do you know a place?”
“Yeah, just a bar. Nothing weird.”
I follow hyung into a nearby bar. After finishing a whole bottle of liquor, my head starts spinning.
“Dongsaeng, you really didn’t watch it?”
“Watch what?”
“This. This.”
Hyung waves the USB around with a sly grin.
“Come on, what’s the point of watching that? There’s nothing in it anyway.”
Damn it, alcohol really is something.
“You watched it, didn’t you? Heh heh. Nothing special, right? But you saw my wife naked, didn’t you? Heh heh.”
“……”
“How about it? Don’t you want to have her? My wife’s body is pretty damn fine, isn’t it? Heh heh heh.”
“……”
“Why so quiet? Heh heh. Not your type?”
“Why? If I like her, am I allowed to have her?”
Damn it, alcohol really is something. Suddenly hyung’s eyes start burning.
‘Ah, he’s gonna throw a punch. Fuck.’
After staring at me for a long time, hyung grabs the hand holding my glass.
“Want to have her?”
We just stare at each other for a while. Ah, I’m confused. What the hell is this situation?
“Instead, have my wife right in front of me. While I watch.”
“Hyung, why are you doing this over a joke?”
“I’m not joking.”
“……”
“You want to fuck my wife right now, don’t you?”
“……”
“It’s fine. If watching that helps me recover, I should be thanking you, dongsaeng.”
“……”
Hyung’s eyes burn again. What the hell does this mean?
“Hyung, how could I do that in front of you? That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Then what if I’m not there? Could you do it?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then I’ll watch through the camera.”
“……”
“Dongsaeng, don’t misunderstand. Right now, just thinking about it is making me react.”
“What about hyungsoo? Would she even agree to this?”
“……”
That’s right. Yoo-mi was the missing piece. Crisis averted. Hyung silently downs his glass of whiskey in one shot, then looks at me with those burning eyes again.
“Dongsaeng, have you ever imagined my wife getting raped?”
A headache hits me like I’ve been struck by a hammer.
“Have you ever had that kind of fantasy, dongsaeng?”
“Hyung, have you ever imagined doing that with our Yoo-ri?”
“……”
He has. Well, I did too. I guess all men are the same. I’m so confused. I don’t even know what I’m feeling—excited and angry at the same time.
“Dongsaeng, since we’ve already started talking, let’s be honest with each other.”
“Go ahead, hyung.”
“You’ve imagined fucking my wife, right? I’ve imagined fucking your wife too.”
“So?”
“Let’s actually do it. Instead of just imagining.”
“Hyung, that’s just our fantasy. The people involved have to agree.”
“Do it by force. I’m the husband—what does it matter?”