The Subtle Seduction
“Ms. Yoo-ri.”
“Mr. Hyun-soo, hold me right now.”
“...........”
“Isn’t this body what you want at this moment?”
“...........”
“The thrill of taking a married woman in broad daylight, right in her own home?”
“...........”
“Or shall we move to the bed I share with my husband? You’d get even more excited fucking me there, wouldn’t you?”
“...........”
Hyun-soo slowly approaches Yoo-ri. The moment he draws near, her entire body tenses, though she shows nothing on her face. He kisses her lips. Yoo-ri remains motionless, accepting his kiss. He wraps both hands around her waist and slips his tongue into her mouth, gently and sweetly entwining it with hers. She stays expressionless, receiving his tongue and touch. The long, unhurried kiss continues, sweet and refreshing, the scent of a man gradually clouding her mind. His soft lips and the way his hands caress her waist and hips make her want to throw her arms around his neck, yet she holds back. His lips slowly part from hers. If the kiss had lasted even a moment longer, she might have clung to him.
Hyun-soo looks at the still-expressionless Yoo-ri and speaks.
“Ms. Yoo-ri.”
“...........”
“I like you.”
“...........”
“I’ve wanted you.”
“Then take me. I’m right here.”
Yoo-ri answers quietly, suppressing her rising excitement.
“I want to have sex with you.”
“...........”
“But what I really wanted was your heart.”
“...........”
His lips brush hers again, touching and retreating.
“Phew. Thank you, Ms. Yoo-ri.”
“...........”
“Now I understand how you feel.”
“...........”
“Thank you. I won’t bother you anymore.”
“Mr. Hyun-soo.”
Yoo-ri calls his name softly as he stands there smiling brightly.
“Well, what’s done is done.”
“...........”
After a brief hesitation, Hyun-soo kneels and picks up the panties that had fallen to the floor.
“If you keep acting like this, I might turn into a real bastard.”
He takes hold of her slender ankle and lifts it slightly. He slides the panties back up her legs, dressing the ripe married woman’s body with difficulty, breathing in the scent of her mature flesh. When his fingertips brush her nipples while putting on her bra, Yoo-ri bites her lip hard to keep a moan from escaping. Slowly, as if savoring the moment and testing his own patience, Hyun-soo finishes dressing her.
“All right, then. Shall we talk about work?”
“...........”
Yoo-ri’s eyes have long since lost their composure; they tremble just like her heart. Hyun-soo takes her hand and leads her to the sofa. Sitting beside her, he speaks.
“Come back to the company.”
“Mr. Hyun-soo.”
“You should call me President, not Mr. Hyun-soo.”
“...........”
“You’ve worked so hard to return to office life. I don’t want you to suffer because of me.”
“...........”
“Keep working in the secretary’s office. I’ll deduct the days you missed from your salary. Haha.”
“Mr. Hyun-soo.”
“And don’t worry. I’m not that terrible a person.”
“...........”
“Honestly, I even thought about stealing you away from your husband.”
“...........”
“But today I realized I was mistaken. I didn’t consider your feelings.”
“...........”
“I always thought I was smart, but apparently not. Haha.”
“Mr. Hyun-soo.”
“I’ll see you at the office next Monday.”
Hyun-soo rises from the sofa. As he walks toward the entrance, he turns back to look at her.
“Oh, and no more tempting me from now on, all right?”
Smiling, he steps out the door. Yoo-ri honestly isn’t sure she can keep that promise. If they end up in the same space again, will she really be able to refuse him? Her gaze falls on the photograph of her husband Su-heon smiling beneath the living-room TV.
Su-heon, I’m supposed to love only you. What should I do, honey?
Outside the door, Hyun-soo stands for a long time before finally forcing his feet to move.
Ah, you’re impressive, Park Hyun-soo. Really impressive.
Even as he tries to steady himself, he feels a hollow ache in his chest and leaves the apartment.
After finishing his work at the farm, Lee Dae-woo is on his way home when he receives a text from Yoo-ri. He immediately calls her.
“Mr. Dae-woo.”
“Ms. Yoo-ri, was this sent by Jae-geun?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t cry, Ms. Yoo-ri. I’ll come up right away.”
“Yes, Mr. Dae-woo.”
“I’ll head to your place tomorrow morning.”
“All right.”
Yoo-ri tries to sound calm, but her voice trembles badly. After hanging up, Lee Dae-woo feels heavy-hearted. This whole mess, born from his and Kim Su-heon’s desires, is now ruining even ordinary Yoo-ri’s life.
That bastard Jae-geun. That fucking bastard.
With shaking hands, Yoo-ri opens the box Jae-geun sent. Inside is a black miniskirt made of spandex so short it barely covers anything, a white blouse a size too small for her, and black high heels. Nothing else—no underwear, no coat, nothing.
How am I supposed to wear this?
Yoo-ri stares blankly at the clothes for a while. A creepy sensation, like insects crawling over her skin, spreads through her body. It’s disgusting and makes her shudder, yet there is also a strange, ticklish thrill she cannot name. She quietly closes the box and lies down on the bed.
Kang Jae-geun downs a cold cola in one gulp while Doo-hwan watches him closely.
“Why are you staring like that?”
“Just because.”
“You little punk, talking so casually now?”
“Let’s just keep things comfortable.”
“Haha, you’re something else.”
“Why did you call me out today?”
“Because you weren’t answering.”
“Give me a little more time. You need to work on it to get results.”
“What kind of work does rape need, you idiot?”
“...........”
Doo-hwan’s expression twists slightly.
“Let me ask you one thing.”
“Go ahead.”
“You’re seeing a woman these days, right?”
“One or two, sure.”
“Her name is Mei, isn’t it?”
Doo-hwan’s eyes widen.
“How did you know that?”
“Is there anything I don’t know? Kekeke.”
“...........”
“Does she fuck you good? Kekeke.”
“How the hell do you know that? Are you watching me too?”
Doo-hwan stands up as if ready to throw a punch. Jae-geun just laughs and looks at him.
“It’s not like that. I called her once and recognized that sharp voice of hers.”
“That woman?”
“Yeah. Mei and I lived together for a few years, after all.”
“...........”
“Sit down. The roof isn’t going to fall.”
Doo-hwan sits back down.
“You lived together?”
“Yeah. We’re strangers now, but I never thought she’d end up screwing around with you. Kekeke.”
“...........”
“Funny, right? She’s my ex-wife.”
“Really? Your ex-wife?”
“Yeah. But she cheated on me with some guy. She even gave him her ass, which she never gave me. She was a proper little cock-sleeve for him.”
“...........”
“Want to know who that guy was? The one who was fucking my wife?”
“How would I know?”
“It was Yoo-ri’s husband. Yoo-ri’s real husband.”
“...........”
Doo-hwan’s mind is spinning.
“Wait a second. So your ex-wife is Ms. Mei, and the guy who fucked her is Ms. Yoo-ri’s husband, and that’s why you’re getting revenge?”
“You catch on quick. Smarter than I thought.”
“Who the hell do you think I am? Does that even make sense?”
“Why wouldn’t it?”
“Even if Ms. Mei was your wife and you divorced, what revenge? That’s ridiculous.”
“I never said it was revenge. You did.”
“Then what is it? Seriously.”
“I’ve just wanted that woman for a long time. As my toy.”
“Damn. How did I get mixed up with someone like you? Fuck.”
Doo-hwan chews on the ice in his glass and stares out the window.
“You just want to fuck Yoo-ri once too, don’t you? What’s with all this massage talk?”
“Yeah. So what?”
“Then you should move faster, you bastard.”
“Hey, stop calling me ‘bastard’ all the time.”
“Whatever. I’ve changed my mind because you’re moving so damn slow.”
“...........”
“You want to fuck Yoo-ri hard, right?”
“Would I be any different from you?”
“I’ll give you the chance to fuck her today.”
“...........”
Doo-hwan stops chewing the ice.
“How about it?”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Just film yourself pounding her pussy. I’ll erase every part that shows you.”
“Where and how exactly?”
“She’ll be coming to the hotel up ahead soon. I’ll blindfold her so she won’t know it’s you.”
“Hmm.”
“You get to fuck Yoo-ri’s cunt to your heart’s content, and I get to give her husband a nice little gift. Win-win.”
“And after that?”
“After that? She’s mine, so stay out of it.”
Doo-hwan isn’t thrilled about Jae-geun offering Yoo-ri to him, but he has no better option.
Fine. I’ll get rid of my video first, then we’ll see, you perverted bastard.
Still, the thought of finally having Yoo-ri excites him. Together, Jae-geun and Doo-hwan head toward the hotel.