The Dangerous Step
The woman next door is resolute. Though my words push back, I'm still egging hyung-nim on. I want to fuck her. I want to paint my cum across Yoo-mi's haughty face.
"Little brother, you know as well as I do that I can't get it up. No matter how much I want to, I just can't."
"..."
"So you go first. If even that doesn't work, then I won't be able to have your wife either, no matter how badly I want her."
"..........."
It's a deal with no downside. No—what the hell am I thinking? Rape is a crime. If Yoo-mi reports it...
"Hyung, I'll say it again. This is completely our idea."
"So?"
"What if—hypothetically—I force myself on your wife and she reports it?"
"That won't happen."
"No?"
"My wife might actually want you too."
"..........."
"Just a feeling. As her husband."
"..........."
My head is a mess. Maybe I should just go through with it and seal the deal. The conflict keeps looping. I picture hyung's cock buried inside my Yuri's pussy. The thought feels strange—neither good nor bad, just oddly arousing.
The next day I sit at my desk, unable to focus on work. It was just drunk talk, right? What the hell did I say last night? Regret crashes over me.
Hmm. How should I answer? What does hyung really want? To watch Yoo-mi get taken? To recover his own function by watching? Or does he just want to fuck my Yuri? If his problem never gets fixed, the whole arrangement is pointless anyway. No downside. Hyung is right—Yoo-mi isn't the type to report something like this. I'm rationalizing my own desire with zero evidence.
No matter how long I agonize, the outcome stays the same and things move in an instant. Today is Wednesday. My palms are already sweating. What do I do? Should I just call it off? I can't focus on anything. What should I do? What should I do?
Friday evening. I lied to my wife and told her I had to work late. She said she has a class reunion tonight. I told her to enjoy herself and come home whenever. Now I'm next door. Standing right in front of her door. Hyung is probably somewhere watching the live feed on his laptop, simmering with anger and excitement.
The reply is short. I take a deep breath. [Ding-dong]
"Who is it?"
That alluring voice. I'm here to take her.
"It's Su-heon."
The door opens.
"Oh, Su-heon. What brings you here?"
"Mind if I come in for a minute?"
"Of course. Please, come in."
I step into the living room. Nothing registers. I sit on the sofa and breathe deeply. Yoo-mi brings me a glass of juice and sits beside me.
"Su-heon, my husband left for a business trip today."
"Yes, I know."
"Ah, right. So what brings you over?"
"..........."
Silence stretches. I steel myself. Just do it. But my body won't move the way I want.
"Su-heon."
"Yes."
She smiles and studies me, then presses with that sweet voice. I start rambling some half-baked explanation. My head is chaos. I don't even know what I'm saying. I glance at her face and my voice dies. The smile has frozen into ice. My words grow smaller and smaller. This isn't persuasion or blackmail. I feel like a guilty child shrinking under his mother's gaze.
"So?"
Her voice cuts me off. It matches her cool, haughty expression perfectly.
"So what exactly are you suggesting?"
"..........."
Arms crossed, she stares at me. Not quite contempt. An ambiguous, unreadable expression that might be anger or might not. The cowering version of me vanishes in an instant. She's captivating. That look. That tone. Blood rushes south. Reason slips away, replaced by the burning need to twist that proud face with pleasure.
"Su-heon."
"Yes."
"Are you finished?"
"..........."
"I already know my husband installed the cameras."
"..........."
"But I don't agree with his plan."
"..........."
"You should leave."
"..........."
Her words no longer reach me. I can't tear my eyes from her red lips as they move.
"Su-heon."
She calls my name sharply. I stand in front of her.
"Just go. I'll pretend I never heard any of this."
"..........."
Still with her arms folded, she looks away while speaking. I cup her face with both hands.
"Don't."
She doesn't move, staring straight into my eyes as she speaks clearly.
"Yoo-mi."
"I said don't. Clearly."
Her expression and tone sharpen. I lean down and press my lips to hers. She keeps her arms crossed and doesn't flinch, eyes locked on mine.
"Don't—mmph."
The moment our lips meet, hers clamp shut. I feel her mouth with mine. My heartbeat thunders; I wonder if she can hear it too. I lick her lips. Sweet. I push my tongue forward. Her teeth are straight and tightly closed. I lick along her teeth and gums. Her mouth stays sealed. Suddenly I want to see her expression. I open my eyes. She's still staring at me, eyes wide open.
I pull back.
"Yoo-mi."
"I'm disappointed, Su-heon."
She hasn't moved an inch. A fierce urge to conquer surges in my chest. I grab her shoulders. Her body tenses. Instinctively sensing what's coming, Yoo-mi resists my grip. I press down firmly and force her sideways onto the sofa. Her hands rise to push at my arms.
"Su-heon, don't do this. You're not this kind of person, are you?"
"..........."
I climb over her, my face hovering just above hers. She pushes at my face with both hands.
"Stop it, you bastard."
The curse slips from her lips. My heart pounds harder. I pin both her wrists above her head with one hand and look down at her. Only now do I truly see her body. With her arms raised, her full breasts strain against her blouse, their heavy volume obvious even through the fabric. Her black blouse has ridden up, exposing a dainty navel. Her thighs, pinned beneath my knees, are bare where her black skirt has twisted upward.
I want to devour her.
"Let go—don't you dare, you son of a—mmph, mmph."
Still holding her wrists, I crush my mouth over hers. She clamps her lips shut. I suck on them while my right hand roughly grabs her breast over the blouse.
"Mmph, mmph, mmph."
Yoo-mi exhales sharply through her nose, her body twisting beneath me. I lift my head, releasing her lips.
"Haa, haa, Su-heon, haa."
"..........."
"Haa, let's stop here, okay?"
"..........."
"I'll tell Yuri everything."
"..."
I slide my right hand between the buttons of her blouse and yank hard. [Rip]
"Hahk, you bastard, stop—stop it, you bastard!"
Her resistance grows fiercer, so I grow rougher. The black blouse falls open. A small black bra strains to contain her overflowing breasts. I tug the bra down and her left breast spills free, bouncing heavily.
"Hahk, don't—hahk, you bastard."
Her struggles intensify. I knead the soft, resilient flesh. It overflows my palm, yielding like pudding yet keeping its shape. Her breast molds around my fingers, soft flesh bulging between them. I shift my knee off her thigh and press it against her waist instead, then reach under her skirt to hook her panties.
Her thrashing stops instantly. We stare at each other in silence.
"Haa, haa."
She breathes hard, her bare breast rising and falling. I pull. She spreads her legs to block me, grunting and struggling. We wrestle for a long moment. The fabric stretches endlessly. Her panties will never serve their purpose again.