A Dangerous Deal and the Woman Next Door
“Right, so what are you going to do now that you can’t meet our Su-heon anymore? What about you, sis?”
“Well… should I just not go? Su-heon.” Yoo-mi turned to me with a sly smile. “If I don’t go, can you give him up?”
“……”
Yoo-mi looked at me while asking my wife. My wife’s eyes burned even hotter.
“Ask Su-heon.”
Both women stared at me. I wanted them both, but I knew it was impossible—and so did they.
“I love you.” My wife’s gaze wavered for a moment. “And I love Yoo-mi too.”
“Choose. Now.”
Anxiety and anticipation warred across my wife’s face. I turned my eyes back to the empty bottle.
“Decide, Su-heon.”
Yoo-mi pressed me with that same haughty, icy gaze and tone. A single minute felt like a year. My head was a mess. Suddenly the memory of Mei’s wild, perverted sex flashed through my mind. Crazy bastard. I shook my head.
The door suddenly opened. Hyung-nim and Ah-young walked in, arms loaded with bottles.
“Let’s drink till we drop tonight. Ex-wife—not wife—have a drink. Our Yoo-ri too.”
Hyung-nim was completely wired. My wife and Yoo-mi lifted their glasses, but the air between them stayed frigid.
“Why’s the mood so weird? What happened?”
“Seriously, it’s strange.”
Cho madam and Hyung-nim kept chatting while the rest of us drank in silence. After a few more rounds, my wife stood up, slipped on her clothes, and grabbed her bag.
“Su-heon, I’ll see you at home.”
She closed the door and was gone.
“The atmosphere really is off tonight.” Cho madam looked genuinely puzzled.
Yoo-mi rose as well. “Su-heon, make your decision and call me.”
She dressed and left too.
“Bro, what the hell’s going on? Where did the good vibe disappear to?”
“Yeah, what were the three of you doing?”
With the two women gone, my chest finally loosened.
“It’s nothing. Let’s just drink.”
Ah-young and Hyung-nim exchanged glances, then laughed and emptied their glasses like nothing had happened.
“Su-heon.”
“Yeah?”
“Reloaded yet?”
“Not really in the mood.”
“Aw, why? With a beauty like me right here. Ho ho. What about you, Chairman?”
“Nah, I’m good. Maybe it’s been too long… it’s tough. Heh.”
“Tsk. What’s wrong with you? Getting me all worked up for nothing.”
Ah-young downed glass after glass.
“After you divorce the chairman, planning to live alone?”
“Why? You gonna move in with me, Ah-young?”
“Hmm, I’ll think about it. You seemed pretty vigorous earlier.”
“Right. Wife—no, as Yoo-mi said, first time in about eight years.”
“Then you don’t need to divorce, do you, Chairman?”
“No. I’ve already seen everything I shouldn’t. And what’s so great about a guy who gets hard for other women?”
“True. Ho ho. Yeah, thinking about it pisses me off.”
“What now?”
“Earlier I served the president so devotedly, but no reaction. Then the moment you kissed Yoo-ri, you reacted right away. It’s annoying.”
“Heh heh. People are… well.”
Hyung-nim answered while Ah-young linked arms with him, glancing at me. He probably felt the tension too. I’d taken Yoo-mi with his permission, but today he’d taken my wife without mine. Well… my wife had taken him. Hyung-nim hadn’t done anything wrong.
Cho madam slid closer and started rubbing my cock.
“What? No reaction here either. Tsk.”
She dimmed the lights back to mood lighting. “My pride is hurt. Just watch.”
She began stripping, one piece at a time. The sight was anything but ordinary.
“Whoa. Cho madam bringing out her ultimate move?”
Naked, she crawled toward me. Her two massive breasts swayed heavily. Then she took my cock into her mouth. The beautiful red curve from her waist to her hips was mesmerizing.
My cock rose despite my mood. Cho madam’s mouth filled with it.
“Oh my. Su-heon likes this kind of thing?”
Without a word, I grabbed her hair and pushed her down onto the floor.
“Fucking bitch. I’ll turn you into the slut you want to be.”
Her mouth opened slowly, surprised by my rough words and actions. My cock drove straight into her pussy.
“Oho. Bro’s got some power.”
Hyung-nim’s voice came from behind.
“Su-heon… haah.”
“Why? You like it? This is the cock you wanted. Like it? Kek.”
“Aang, Su-heon, aang, haang… so hard… harder than I imagined… haang, aang… like a rock… haang, aang.”
I squeezed her voluptuous breasts hard enough to bruise while pounding her pussy like I wanted to tear it apart. The wet slap of flesh echoed through the room. Cho madam’s hand shot up and grabbed my hair tightly. A sharp thrill raced down my spine.
“Aang, haang, Su-heon, aang… amazing… pound me harder… ahang, aang… Su-heon, your cock… feels so good… aang, haang.”
“Yeah, our Ah-young’s body is burning up, isn’t it? I’ll turn your pussy into a rag tonight.”
“Aang, haang… more… fuck me harder… so good, Su-heon… Su-heon’s cock… too good… haang, aang.”
“Ah-young, hey Cho Ah-young, you’re gonna snap my cock off, you bitch. Total dog-pussy slut, kek.”
The tangled conflict between my wife and Yoo-mi had twisted into raw lust for Cho madam. Hyung-nim watched while drinking, then quietly left first.
That night, Ah-young came several times under my beast-like hands and relentless thrusts. She wrapped her body around me like a snake, licking and sucking, until I poured my cum deep into her womb twice. Only then did I finally pull away. Until dawn, her wanton moans filled the room before gradually fading.
A beautiful, alabaster body lay sprawled across the sheets. Cho Ah-young—the woman who had ridden me all night—still bore the vivid marks of our violent sex.
I showered and dressed. She must have woken at some point; she saw me to the door.
“Su-heon… you’re tougher than you look.”
“Cho madam was beyond my imagination too.”
“Hohoho. Still calling me Cho madam?”
Ah-young’s tongue tangled with mine as she clung to me. I pulled her into a tight embrace.
“I’ll be waiting, Su-heon.”
“I’ll call you, Ah-young.”
Another woman waiting for me. Should I feel happy or sad? Morning sunlight poured in, blindingly bright.
Maybe because of last night’s heavy drinking, I spent the whole day in a daze. My section chief, unable to watch anymore, dragged me to the sauna. After soaking all afternoon, my body finally felt lighter.
For the past few days, my wife and I hadn’t spoken a single word. Right now I was holding Mei, watching the video my wife had mentioned that day.
The first time she met that bastard, I couldn’t tell. But judging from her condition that day, nothing serious had happened. She’d just been shocked after hearing the truth from him. Even if there had been more, I had no way of knowing. There wasn’t a single trace of him left on her body. So the real problem was the second meeting. I was watching that second meeting now.
“That bastard really dragged Yuri noona in at the end.”
“You call your own husband a bastard?”
“Then what should I call a guy who does that shit every single day?”
“Fair point.”
Mei, nestled in my arms, squeezed my cock tightly.
“Bringing that was a pain.”
“Got it. We just did it—let’s rest a bit first, okay?”
“Tsk.”
I hugged her from behind as she turned away and fondled her breasts. On screen, my wife and that guy had already appeared in the living room. Unlike Yoo-mi’s camcorder footage, this was shot from a distance. They kissed—intensely, her head tilting back. Just like she’d said, the zipper of her dress came down under his hands, and he roughly groped her body.
The guy who had been sucking on her so aggressively suddenly lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom.
“Mei, you can see this too—does your husband always act like that so openly?”
“Would a guy who cared about that? If I see and get mad, he likes it even more. So I just ignore him.”
“You’re something else.”
“As long as I don’t catch him right in front of me, I don’t touch it. But Yuri noona really is glamorous. I’m jealous.”
“Right? My wife’s body is art.”
“But aren’t you mad, oppa? Watching your pretty wife do that with another man?”
“I already heard everything from her. I’m just confirming it now.”
“Hotter than I expected, you two. Hohoho.”
The guy threw my wife onto the bed and started devouring her. Her clothes were stripped away roughly. He licked every inch of her body, then took off his own clothes and shoved his cock into her mouth.
Everything was unfolding exactly as she’d described.
Fuck… really with that guy.
My wife’s mouth struggled to take his cock. His hands mauled her breasts. He pulled out, and she lay there panting heavily, her chest rising and falling visibly even from this distance.
He positioned himself between her spread legs.
At that moment, my wife pulled away from his hands and sat up on the edge of the bed.