The Footage and the Stairwell Whisper
In the middle of the drinking party with the dangerous deal and the woman next door, that bastard moves busily back and forth. He must have slipped the drug then. Yoo-mi soon collapses on the sofa as if drunk, and hyung-nim follows shortly after, slumping over the table. The guy hesitates for a moment, checks on hyung-nim, then hoists Yoo-mi over his shoulder and heads for the bedroom.
On the four-split screen, the bedroom light flickers on. Moments later the bastard returns with a razor blade. Hyung-nim lifts his head from the table. He lingers in front of the door. The guy heads back to the bathroom. Hyung-nim, who had been pacing, rushes back to the table and pretends to be asleep. Sensing the movement, the bastard pauses, looking flustered, then steps into the room again. He leaves the door slightly ajar. Yoo-mi is violated inside while hyung-nim approaches and watches through the gap as his wife is mercilessly taken. Frozen like ice, hyung-nim pulls down his pants and strokes his cock. Surprisingly, it is fully erect. His hand moves faster and faster. Then, as if startled by something, he hurries back to the table. Mei walks in. Startled, I shut off the laptop.
It wasn’t a scheme between hyung-nim and that bastard. So why didn’t the guy drug hyung-nim? Why did hyung-nim pretend to be drunk, pretend to sleep? Did he already know what the bastard intended? Anger rises at the sight of hyung-nim masturbating while watching his wife being used. My own reflection at the villa overlaps with his. A bitter laugh escapes me.
Mei comes out of the bathroom. “Thief.” She glares and lunges at me. “Thief. You stole my virginity without permission, you shameless bastard.”
“Sorry. Did it hurt?”
She smiles faintly and shakes her head. “It did at first, but I’m fine now.”
“Mei-ya.”
“Hm?”
“Never mind. It’s nothing.”
“Tch.”
Once again I tangle with Mei. Tonight, too, she burns like an unquenchable stove. I relentlessly claim her ass, taming her roughly and violently as if taking revenge on my own wife. She grows more and more addicted to the intense anal sex.
“Mei-ya, Mei. Whose are you?”
“Haang, aang, Oppa’s. Mei is Oppa’s, haang, aang.”
“Don’t forget who owns this pussy and this ass.”
“Haang, aang, Mei’s owner is Oppa, haang, aang. Mei belongs to Oppa, haang, aang.”
I pour every pent-up desire into her body, releasing the filthy cravings buried deep in my heart. I start the car and drive into the apartment complex.
Mei visits me about once a week. Each time we indulge in the perverted sex I had only imagined. The thrilling, intense encounters with her always leave me anticipating more. Yet a corner of my heart remains hollow. My wife, Yoo-mi—nothing has been resolved. We simply pass each other pretending not to know. Even the occasional drinking parties with hyung-nim’s family have become rare, filled only with pointless jokes and no real conversation.
I park in the basement and take the elevator up. The doors open on the first floor and a beautiful woman steps in. Yoo-mi. She gives me a lingering glance. Since that weekend when my wife went to her parents’ house, we have avoided being alone together for a long time. She wears a flowing pink dress that reaches her calves. She looks beautiful. We stand in silence, watching the numbers change. When they reach thirteen we will have to part again.
My hand presses the tenth-floor button. Yoo-mi looks at me curiously. The elevator dings open. I take her hand. She is holding a grocery bag. “Su-heon-ssi,” she murmurs, glancing around in confusion. The doors close. I lead her toward the emergency stairs on the tenth floor. She follows without a word, her hand in mine.
“Su-heon-ssi.” The stairwell door shuts. She looks up at me.
“Yoo-mi-ssi.”
“Yes?”
“Have you been all right lately?”
“Yes.” Her expression darkens as she answers. I want to ask about that day, but I don’t know where to begin. “Su-heon-ssi, is something wrong?”
“What? No.”
She watches my hesitation with anxious eyes. I force a bright smile. “It’s nothing. Haha. I just… wanted to see you, Yoo-mi-ssi.”
“……”
“Yoo-mi-ssi.”
“Su-heon-ssi.”
Our eyes meet. I step closer. The grocery bag slips from her hand as she backs against the wall. Her eyes flutter shut, her lips trembling slightly. My mouth finds hers. The kiss is soft and tender. When we part, her eyes slowly open and she looks at me. The usual cool, aloof expression is gone. I lean in again. Just before our lips touch—
“I’m getting a divorce,” she whispers.
I freeze. She smiles faintly, tears welling at the corners of her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. I have no words. Her lips crash into mine. Her tongue thrusts fiercely into my mouth. She wraps her arms around my neck and devours my tongue hungrily. I hold her waist, pulling her close. The kiss deepens, urgent and desperate. Her left leg slides up my thigh and hooks around my waist. I lift it higher. The hem of her dress falls away, exposing smooth skin that sets my nerves alight. My hand travels from her calf to the inside of her thigh. Her tongue slips free.
“Haa, haa, haa, haa.”
She leans her head against the wall, breathing hard. The line of her tilted chin is beautiful. She fixes me with her usual haughty gaze.
“Su-heon-ssi.” Her tone and expression have returned to the cool, sharp Yoo-mi I know.
“Yoo-mi-ssi.”
“Do you love me?”
“……”
“Can you take responsibility?”
“……”
“Let me go.”
“……”
We stare at each other. Even now, her aloof voice and expression make me hard. My hand moves deeper between her thighs. I unzip my pants and pull out my cock, push her panties aside, and spread her petals. The head presses against her entrance. It is tight. Her pussy resists, refusing to let me in. She stares at me with an unchanging, icy expression. I keep pushing, forcing the dry opening. Little by little the head sinks inside. Her once-parched pussy gradually grows wet. Half my length is now buried.
“Su-heon-ssi.” Her lips part, voice cold as ice. “Let me go.”
Without answering, I drive the rest of my cock all the way in. She winces briefly, then her face returns to that frigid mask—the same reaction she showed the first time I took her.
“Pull out, Su-heon-ssi.”
“Yoo-mi-ssi.”
“I don’t want this anymore. Not with you.”
I cover her muttering lips with mine and thrust my tongue inside, searching for hers. She offers no resistance; her tongue simply lets itself be sucked. I ravage it while pounding into her. Her inner walls cling to my shaft as I withdraw, then swallow me again. The once-dry passage grows slick. Her pussy flesh molds around me, gripping and kneading. Her breathing turns ragged. The arm around my neck tightens. My thrusts grow fiercer. Wet, slapping sounds echo through the stairwell. Rough moans spill from her mouth into mine. Tears I hadn’t noticed before wet my cheek. I pull back and look at her. Yoo-mi gazes at me with sorrowful eyes.
“Yoo-mi-ssi.”
“Su-heon-ssi, I don’t want this anymore.”
“I love you.”
“……”
“Yoo-mi-ssi, I love you.”
“It hurts, Su-heon-ssi.”
“Yoo-mi-ssi.”
“Su-heon-ssi.”
Her eyes waver. Fresh tears stream down her cheeks. She presses her lips to mine again. The leg wrapped around my waist pulls me deeper. We cling to each other, sharing saliva in a fierce, desperate kiss.