The Bitter Confession
I know it. My wife’s expression right now is completely genuine.
“Why? Are you getting all worked up just thinking about that bastard’s cock? Huh?”
“...........”
“That guy’s dick you saw at the villa is still flashing in your mind, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“What?”
“You’re right. I keep remembering how Jae-geun roughly grabbed me… and that huge thing of his.”
“Yoo-ri, cut it out.”
My wife stares back at me with cold eyes and answers without missing a beat.
“So I’m going to him right now. Because I miss being in his arms.”
“Yoo-ri, don’t. Stop lying.”
“It’s not a lie.”
“It is a lie.”
“Then go check for yourself whether it’s a lie or not.”
“Hey.”
She leaves me behind and walks out of the house. I stand alone in the living room, frozen for a long time. Her phone is turned off. Bottles of liquor are piled up in front of me. She never comes home that night. She doesn’t return until I have to leave for work the next morning.
I take the day off and sit in a bar from early afternoon, drinking.
“Drink slowly, Su-heon.”
A woman grabs my hand as I keep pouring shots down my throat. I turn my head to look at her. A woman radiating sex appeal. The ripe, feminine scent coming off her body makes my head spin. In the dim room, she sits right beside me, pouring drinks and serving me.
“Take it easy. The boss will be here soon.”
“Why is hyung coming?”
“I called him. Told him you were drinking in the middle of the day. He was really worried. Hic—mmph.”
I stare at her moving lips and can’t hold back anymore. I lean in and suck on them. When my tongue taps against her lips, they part slightly. Her tongue meets mine and coils around it. Her hand reaches down and presses against my heavy crotch. My own hand has already slipped inside her blouse, kneading her soft breast.
“Haa, haa… stop, Su-heon… haa, you reek of alcohol.”
“What’s wrong? You like it, don’t you, Madam Cho? Come here.”
She pulls away from my arms and stands up.
“I’ll go get some fruit.”
“It’s fine. I don’t need any. I’ve got you, Madam Cho. You’re all I need to eat, heh. Come here.”
I pull her hand and sit her on my lap.
“Oh my, Su-heon, did something happen? You’re acting strange, honey. Hohoho.”
“I just came because I missed you, Madam Cho.”
I push her clothes aside again, groping and squeezing her everywhere. Soft moans escape her lips as she twists her body under my touch. We cling to each other like snakes for a while, exploring one another’s bodies.
Knock, knock.
“Who is it?”
“The boss has arrived.”
“Ah, got it.”
Madam Cho hurriedly fixes her clothes and stands up. My hand, still under her skirt, pulls her panties down. She steps out of them, helping me, then shoots me a glare before leaving the room.
A moment later, hyung walks in.
“Little brother.”
“Ah, hyung, you’re here. Heh.”
“What’s going on? …Actually, it’d be weirder if you weren’t like this. I’ll have a drink too, damn it.”
“Heh, you’re the best, hyung.”
Hyung sits down and immediately starts chugging. We keep passing shots back and forth.
“We’re about to open for business. Oh my, you two drank all this by yourselves? This much?”
Madam Cho appears out of nowhere and approaches me flirtatiously, squeezing my thigh.
“Where did you go? I missed you, Ah-young. Hehe.”
“Oh my, you missed me, Su-heon? Hohoho.”
“Of course. I was comforting myself with your panties, heh.”
“Oh my, does that mean I get to be loved by you tonight, Su-heon? Hohoho.”
She pushes me away as I lick her neck and grope her breasts, skillfully slipping out of my grasp.
“Pour me a drink too, boss.”
“Burp. Sure, have one, Madam Cho.”
She tilts her head back and pours the small glass into her mouth. Her side profile looks beautiful.
“We have to open the shop, so let’s move somewhere else.”
“Huh? Where?”
“Let’s go to my place. We can drink comfortably at home.”
“Is it okay for you to leave the shop?”
“The girls downstairs can handle it. I’ll clean up and follow you.”
Madam Cho looks at me while talking to hyung.
“Besides, Su-heon came to see me. The shop can wait, right, Su-heon?”
“Haha, yeah. Let’s go, hyung.”
“Might as well.”
We continue drinking at Ah-young’s officetel. Hyung and I take off our stuffy suits and drink in just our underwear. Madam Cho also changes into comfortable training shorts and a T-shirt, sipping her drink. Without makeup, she has a different kind of charm than the one I see at the salon. Since she isn’t wearing a bra, the shape of her breasts shows clearly through the thin fabric.
“By the way, I’m really curious. Did something happen between you two?”
“It’s nothing, right, hyung?”
“Yeah, nothing at all. I let my wife sleep with another guy, got caught peeping, and got divorced. As for this guy here… you tell her.”
Hyung speaks casually while looking down.
“Oh my, you pervert. You wanted to give such a beautiful wife to someone else? And then peep on top of that? Disappointing, boss. So what’s your big story, Su-heon?”
“Me? I raped hyung’s wife—Yoo-mi—and then watched while another guy tried to rape my wife. Yesterday she went to meet that guy and never came home. Heh.”
“Oh my, oh my. What is this? The two worst men alive are sitting right here. I was wondering if people like you actually existed. I’m disappointed in both of you.”
“Why? Weren’t you saying you wanted to sleep with me earlier? Heh. Changed your mind already?”
“Well, as long as you’re good in bed at night, it doesn’t matter. They’re not my wives anyway. Hohoho. Still, this is a bit much.”
Madam Cho places a hand on my thigh and continues.
“So you’re saying Su-heon raped the boss’s wife. Did that happen after you started coming to our shop?”
“No, before that.”
“I thought so. I remember noticing the way you looked at Yoo-mi. I even asked if you’d slept with her back then.”
“Oh, did you? I don’t remember. Heh.”
“You deserve to get divorced a hundred times over. Hohoho. Is your wife still cheating? What a couple. Hohoho.”
“Anyway, it’s unfair that we’re sitting here in just our underwear.”
I strip Madam Cho of her T-shirt and hot pants. She pretends to resist a little but obediently lets me undress her. Her breasts are a bit smaller than Yoo-mi’s but similar in size to my wife’s. Her nipples point upward.
“Whoa, Madam Cho’s tits are incredible, right, hyung?”
“Heh, so what are you gonna do about it?”
Hyung laughs while looking at his own crotch.
“Then how about you get hyung hard, Ah-young? Heh.”
“Oh my, I’m not that kind of easy woman, you know?”
Madam Cho pouts.
“What? So only Su-heon gets to be a dick and I’m not even one? Heh. Well, I guess I’m not a dick. Not a dick at all. Heh.”
“Look, hyung’s sulking. Heh.”
“Sulking, my ass. Why don’t you two put on a real show for me? Let me watch. Heh.”
“Should we, Madam Cho?”
“You perverts. Hohoho.”
We laugh and keep drinking, talking nonsense. Still, this drinking session helps ease the tightness in my chest a little. Right now, I just want to forget everything and focus on squeezing Madam Cho’s thigh beside me.
My head starts pounding like it’s about to split open. I lift my head and look around. Hyung is snoring next to me. On the table… on the table… I shake my head. Am I seeing things? This is clearly Madam Cho’s officetel, but on the table, Madam Cho, Yoo-mi, and my wife are drinking together. They’re still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. I close my eyes again and focus on their voices.
“Oh my, I thought they were just talking nonsense because they were drunk.”
“You were surprised, right? We still can’t believe this happened to us either.”
My wife answers Madam Cho.
“It all started because of us. So I feel sorry toward Yoo-ri too. If we just disappear, everything will be solved.”
Yoo-mi’s voice sounds heavily intoxicated.
Madam Cho speaks again.
“So you met that man and slept with him, Yoo-ri?”
“...........”
“Oh my, I guess you did.”
Suddenly I feel like I’m going to vomit. I can’t hear my wife’s voice anymore. Did she really take that bastard’s ruthless cock?
“Then we’ve both been taken by Jae-geun, huh? Hohoho. Jae-geun is one lucky guy.”
“Huh? You too, unni?”
“I don’t even remember. He drugged me. And that guy over there was peeping.”
“That’s really the worst. Oh my, gross.”
Madam Cho’s voice rises.
“Then tell us, Yoo-ri. What kind of person is he, exactly?”
“I don’t really… he’s rough, and besides the fact that his thing is this big… hohoho.”
“That big? Oh my, but you said you slept with him, right?”
“I was going to cut it off, but I guess I’m picky about men too. So I’m conflicted. Hohoho.”
“Still, you didn’t just meet yesterday and leave right away, did you?”
“At first I met him without thinking, just out of anger.”
“And then?”
“It just happened.”
“He let you go that easily? A pretty woman like you walked right into his arms?”
“Of course not. I’m pretty sexy, after all. Hohoho.”
I can’t hold it in anymore. I jump up and run to the bathroom. I grab the toilet and retch violently. After a while, I calm down and slump onto the floor. Someone hands me a cup of water from beside me.
“Rinse your mouth.”
It’s Yoo-mi.