Secret Temptation
“Yuri.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’ve been avoiding me lately, haven’t you?”
“No, that’s not true at all.”
“Really? Then put the coffee down and come here.”
“Yes, sir.”
Yuri still hadn’t made up her mind. For days she had been dodging Hyun-soo’s gaze. Quitting after barely showing up felt impossible—she couldn’t face her colleagues. Yet staying meant she had already crossed a line with her boss that should never have been crossed.
Hyun-soo rose from his chair and approached her. Yuri flinched but stayed rooted to the spot. He perched on the edge of his desk and reached for her hand. She twisted away, pulling her fingers out of reach. A bitter smile flickered across his face.
“Have you thought about it, Yuri?”
“About what?”
“I told you before—I want you.”
“And I told you clearly that it’s impossible.”
“You feel something for me, don’t you?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Let’s be honest with each other.”
“There’s nothing. Really nothing.”
“So you’re the kind of married woman who enjoys car sex with a man she doesn’t even like.”
“……”
Color rose in Yuri’s cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and confusion.
“Fine. Then let’s do this.”
“What?”
Yuri lifted her head to look at him. In the next instant Hyun-soo pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She shoved hard against his chest and stumbled backward.
“Yuri.”
“……”
“This much is all right, isn’t it? Between us.”
“……”
“We’ve already had sex.”
“……”
“Isn’t that right, Oh Yoo-ri?”
“I’m quitting.”
“……”
“I’m sorry.”
Yuri flung open the office door and fled. Hyun-soo stood motionless, watching her go.
“Unni, what’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry, Mei. I have to quit.”
“Is the boss bothering you?”
“No. I just… I can’t handle it anymore.”
“Just hang in there a little longer.”
“I’m really sorry. I’m only making things harder for you.”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about me.”
“All right. Then…”
Yuri left the building and walked home, each step heavy. She had only just returned to work, only to end up having car sex with the boss within days. How on earth was she supposed to explain this to Suhun?
At home she drank a glass of water and sank onto the sofa. Only then did her mind begin to clear. The clock read barely two in the afternoon. Still fully dressed, she lay down. Days of tension caught up with her; sleep pulled her under. Maybe this was for the best, she thought, surrendering to the drowsy afternoon.
A slender, sexy woman with her long hair tied up struggled with a heavy piece of gym equipment.
“Would you like some help?”
A broad-shouldered man stepped up behind her.
‘There you are. Heh.’
“Oh, thank you.”
“First time here?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a trainer you know?”
“No.”
“Ah, I see. Would you like me to show you around today?”
“Yes, I’d appreciate that.”
That was how Mei and Doo-hwan met. Following his instructions, Mei repeated the movements slowly. Her tight training clothes accentuated her slim, curvaceous figure—the lifted curve of her hips, her narrow waist, and the generous breasts that contrasted with her slender frame. Doo-hwan’s eyes roamed over her without pause, appraising his new prey.
‘Heh, she’s completely hooked. Cute. Wonder if she’s any good in bed. Hohoho.’
Mei noticed his reaction and deliberately showed off her body.
“That’s enough for today since it’s your first time. Your name is…?”
“Mei. Do Mei.”
“Ah, yes—Miss Mei. I’m Doo-hwan. Kang Doo-hwan.”
“Thank you for today, Doo-hwan.”
“Do you come every day?”
“I try to stop by around this time after work.”
“Understood. I’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Mei.”
“See you tomorrow.”
Mei walked away, hips swaying. The sight made Doo-hwan’s lower body stir.
‘Whoa, that girl’s no joke. But she looks familiar somehow.’
After showering, Mei studied her naked reflection in the locker-room mirror. She cupped her perfectly shaped breasts and smiled.
‘Hmm, not bad. Since Suhun-oppa isn’t around, I guess I’ll have to make do with this guy for a while.’
Recalling her wild sessions with Suhun, she dressed slowly and left the club.
“Suhun.”
“Well, well. Our little nympho is finally awake.”
Suhun kissed Yoo-mi’s forehead as she nestled against him.
“What time is it?”
“Seven in the morning. Go back to sleep. You must be tired.”
“Aren’t you going to work?”
“I should. I’ll head out soon.”
“Tired?”
“Not at all. How could I be tired after making love with you?”
“Pfft.”
Yoo-mi melted happily in his arms. Sunlight spilled across the window, reminding her of Suhun’s old house. That weekend morning, the moment he woke her, his hard cock had driven straight into her. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around him.
“My goodness, you really are strong.”
“It’s because of you. All of it.”
“Liar. How did you take care of this energy when I wasn’t around?”
“I watched the videos we took and jerked off.”
“Ugh, you animal.”
Yoo-mi slid off the bed and looked down at him. The marks she had left on his neck and chest the night before were still vivid. His erect cock twitched beneath the rumpled blanket. Smiling tenderly, she leaned over and took him into her mouth. The healthy, eager way it responded made heat bloom through her again.
“Yoo-mi, again?”
“Dream on. Go wash up.”
With a bright smile she left the bedroom. Suhun watched her go, admiring how her body seemed to grow more elastic and vibrant with each passing day. Clear kiss marks stood out on her swaying hips. Still gripping his throbbing cock, he headed for the bathroom. It was going to be a refreshing morning.
After dropping Hana off at daycare, Yuri’s steps toward the gym felt leaden. She still hadn’t told anyone she had quit her job. Heart heavy, she pushed open the club doors. Too focused on her workout to notice Doo-hwan’s absence, she didn’t realize he was watching her from across the room.
Still undecided about Jae-geun’s blackmail deal, Doo-hwan simply stared at the ripe married woman whose body swayed before him.
‘Ah, fuck. Should I just shove it in? No— that bastard has the video. Goddamn it.’
Yuri worked out longer than usual, sweat glistening on her skin and making her look even fresher. Unable to hold back, Doo-hwan opened his office door and approached her.
“Ji—”
Before he could finish saying her name, someone latched onto his arm.
“Doo-hwan, hello!”
“Ah, Miss Mei.”
“Oh my—Unni! Yuri-unni!”
Mei released Doo-hwan’s arm and bounded over to Yuri. The sweat-drenched woman broke into a wide smile.
“Mei, you’re here?”
“I just got off work. When did you arrive, Unni?”
Yuri checked her watch.
“Oh no, it’s already this late. I have to pick up Hana.”
“Wow, Unni, you quit your job just to work on your body? Hohoho.”
“Oh, stop it. I’ve been feeling down.”
“This is my fourth day too.”
“Keep it up, Mei. If you get any prettier I’ll be jealous. Hohoho. I’ll head out first.”
“Come by anytime, Unni.”
“I still feel bad about leaving you to handle the office work alone.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Hohoho, all right.”
Yuri always found conversations with Mei refreshing; she envied the younger woman’s lively energy.
“Oh, Doo-hwan, you’re here too. It’s been a while.”
“Yes, it has.”
Before he could say more, Yuri brushed past him. Doo-hwan watched her retreating figure until Mei latched onto his arm again.
“Oh my, that longing look—what’s that about, Doo-hwan?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you like Yuri-unni?”
“Ah, I remember now. I met her in front of her house once.”
“Heh, you just remembered?”
“Yeah. I thought she looked familiar.”
“Stop dodging the question. What exactly is your relationship with our Yuri-unni?”
“There is no relationship. None at all.”
“None? Then how did you end up going into a house with no husband, and at night? And that look in your eyes right now—what’s really going on between you two?”
Mei’s bold stare from below flustered Doo-hwan.
“I told you, there’s nothing.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm. Fine. Let’s work out. Hurry up.”
“By the way, what’s your relationship with Yuri?”
“Me? I’m her little sister. Well, like a little sister.”
“Ah, I see.”
Doo-hwan looked Mei up and down, noting the different kind of charm she possessed.
‘She’s not bad either, but Yuri… that woman is something else.’
“What are you doing? Move.”
“R-right.”
Following behind Mei, Doo-hwan couldn’t help admiring her figure. Little by little, the image of Yuri faded from his mind.