Secret Temptation
Yuri's face flushes red, her legs cramping from sheer tension, and she lowers her head. “Hahaha, Ms. Yuri, take your time and rest. There's no rush.”
“Ah, I'm sorry.”
Yuri shrinks further in embarrassment. Hyunsoo finds her adorable. The thought of seeing this charming woman in her early thirties from now on makes his heart flutter for the first time in a long while.
Hyunsoo returns to his seat and focuses on work while Yuri steals glances at him. The cramp in her leg has faded, yet she continues watching him intently. Her husband's face overlaps with his. Yuri, who had fallen for her husband's dedication to work and decided to marry him, now finds Hyunsoo's focused expression equally attractive. Thinking of Suhun working hard overseas, she resolves to give it her all as well.
“Ms. Yuri.”
“Yes?”
Hyunsoo is now looking straight at her. Startled, Yuri averts her gaze.
“Ms. Yuri, do you have any plans today?”
“Yes?”
“If you're free, shall we start work today?”
“What? So… I passed?”
“Well, is there really a need to talk about passing? I like your vibe. Let's work together.”
“Thank you. Thank you so much.”
Yuri nearly jumps with joy. She hadn't expected to pass the interview so easily and immediately wants to call her husband to share the news.
Hyunsoo watches her fondly as she bounces on the sofa, hands clasped together. For some reason, she's drawing him in.
“That happy?”
“Yes.”
“Haha, good. Then let's get started.”
“Yes.”
Yuri springs up and begins clearing the teacups. As she bends at the waist, her tight skirt stretches and rides up, fully exposing her firm thighs and calves to Hyunsoo's view. Every time she leans forward, the muscles along the backs of her thighs stand out sharply, and her sleek calves contract and lift. Whether she notices or not, Yuri smiles brightly while tidying up.
“Well then.”
Yuri stands before the president.
“Ah, since today is your first day, let's have a beer.”
“Now? It's only three o'clock.”
“You don't want to?”
“No, it's not that. Yes, I understand.”
“Ms. Yuri, I'll step out for a quick meeting with a client. Wait here—it'll take about ten minutes.”
“Yes, sir.”
Hyunsoo leaves the room. Just as the door is closing, Mei bounces inside.
“How did it go, unni?”
“They said I passed.”
“Oh my, really? That's wonderful! Hoho.”
“Thank you, Ms. Mei.”
“No, what did I do? Our president is incredibly picky, but as expected, your beauty…”
“Hey, stop that, Ms. Mei.”
“It's true. That's why I hesitated so much—he's so difficult.”
“He didn't seem that way to me.”
“Oho, did the president completely fall for your sexiness, unni? Hoho.”
Mei runs her hand teasingly up Yuri's body. Only then does Yuri notice how high her skirt has ridden and quickly tugs it down, blushing.
“Oh my, what do I do?”
“It's sexy and nice, unni. Hoho.”
“Hey, really—I think I need to buy new clothes.”
Mei and Yuri clasp hands and giggle together.
“Uh, ahem.”
A white-haired man outside the door clears his throat to get their attention.
“That's Director Noh. He's the real power behind the scenes.”
At Mei's whisper, Yuri bows politely to him.
“Let's go.”
From across the office, the president calls out loudly in front of the conference room.
“Unni, fighting!”
“Fighting.”
Responding to Mei's encouragement, Yuri turns and follows the president out of the company with quick steps.
“Who were you calling like that?”
Hyunsoo asks with a smile as Yuri returns from the restroom and sits down.
“Yes, to my mom—to pick up my daughter. Hoho.”
“Ah, I see.”
“And I bragged to my husband too, hoho.”
“Your husband is overseas, right?”
“Yes.”
“Financially stable, self-discovery, something like that?”
“It's not that grand. It's just that time felt too precious to waste.”
“Yes, it was a shame to quit such a good job. It was a large company, after all.”
“Yes, but it was uncomfortable working with my husband.”
“I understand.”
“After leaving, I looked around other places and just ended up resting, hoho.”
“I see.”
Hyunsoo and Yuri continue their quiet conversation over cool beer. Yuri finds herself sitting across from a strikingly handsome and sophisticated man for the first time in a while—a man whose relaxed charm differs from Doohwan's. Hyunsoo, too, feels comfortable and at ease with Yuri beside him. Two people of similar age exchange stories in a friendly, intimate manner.
“What? Mr. Hyunsoo—no, President—you haven't gotten married yet?”
Yuri's cheeks flush as if drunk, her words slightly slurred.
“Why? Is that strange?”
“Of course it's strange.”
“What's so strange about it?”
“Hmm, good-looking, rich, good manners… strange, not strange?”
“Compliment or insult?”
“Of course a compliment.”
“Hmm, well, I don't know either. Just haven't met the right person yet.”
Hyunsoo's tie is half-loosened, his suit jacket crumpled on the neighboring seat. Yuri launches into a long speech about women. Perhaps because she's been lonely, she feels as comfortable with Hyunsoo as with an old friend. Hyunsoo finds her equally easy to talk to, like a classmate who used to give him dating advice back in school.
“Shall we go for a second round? I'm in a good mood.”
“Shall we? Hohoho. You don't have any other intentions, do you?”
Yuri looks up at him with slightly hazy eyes.
“Well, I'm still a bachelor, so to a married woman… kekeke.”
“Geez, still a bachelor—that's something to brag about.”
“Let's go, for now.”
“Okay, go go.”
“Ms. Yuri, where are the keys?”
“...........”
“Ms. Yuri. Ms. Yuri.”
“...........”
Yuri is unconscious, draped over Hyunsoo's back. He fishes the keys from her bag hanging around his neck and opens the door. After turning on the living room light, he lays her on the sofa, takes a deep breath, and glances around. He smiles at the family photo with its cute expressions. ‘Ah, every time I see something like this, I feel like getting married, kekeke.’
Hyunsoo drinks a glass of water from the table and looks down at the woman lying there. Yuri keeps groaning and shifting restlessly. He approaches and unbuttons her jacket. Suddenly her ample breasts bounce free. The white blouse buttons strain precariously, barely containing them. Hyunsoo swallows hard as he scans her voluptuous figure. Her skirt has already ridden up near her panties. Thanks to the fabric, those dizzying thighs and calves that had captivated him in the office are on full display, along with a glimpse of her cute panties. He can't tear his eyes from the deep curves of her thighs. ‘She's even more incredible than I thought, this woman.’
Hyunsoo stares for a long while at the ripe married woman on the sofa. Feeling his lower body grow heavy, he imagines her straddling him, grinding and moaning. With a heavy sigh, he turns off the living room light and steps out the door, leaving behind a strange sense of regret.
Receiving a call from his wife Yuri, Suhun feels restless. He thinks it's a good thing, yet a corner of his heart remains uneasy. It's fortunate she'll live energetically instead of staring blankly at their child all day, but remembering her past work life fills him with anxiety. How many men had been after his wife? Just the other day, that Assistant Manager Yang was still getting excited recalling her from years ago. ‘Well, now that she's a forty-year-old married woman, what could possibly happen?’
Suhun tries to steady himself, but his wife doesn't answer the phone all evening. Vulgar thoughts flood his mind. He calls Mei.
“Oh my, oppa.”
“Yeah, how have you been?”
“Yeah. Today unni got hired at our company.”
“Yeah, I heard from Yuri.”
“Hoho, you're worried, aren't you?”
“Well… just a bit.”
“Don't worry, I'm here. And everyone at our company is nice—especially the president.”
“The president?”
“Yeah, why?”
“No, nothing. But what exactly does my wife do?”
“The president's secretary.”
“Huh? Secretary?”
“Yeah. Unni used to work in the secretarial office, right?”
“That she did.”
“Our company is small, so we don't really call it a secretarial office, but it's basically secretarial work. Simple stuff.”
“Really? But why didn't she tell me?”
“Unni didn't say anything?”
“She didn't.”
“Hoho, did unni like the president? Hoho.”
“What?”
“Unni fell for our president, didn't she? That's why she's keeping it a secret from her husband, hoho.”
“...........”
“Just kidding. Why are you sulking over something like that? Man.”
“I'm not sulking.”
“Our president isn't a lecherous guy like you. I tried seducing him a few times, but he didn't fall for it.”
“Wow, even the great Do Mei failed?”