Secret Temptation A
1:30 p.m. Inside the car parked in front of the hotel, Yuri and Dae-woo sat anxiously.
“Don’t worry, Yuri.”
“...........”
“Once you go in, I’ll follow right behind you.”
“Can’t we go in together?” Yuri looked at Dae-woo with tears welling in her eyes.
“If we do that, that bastard Jae-geun won’t open the door.”
“How are you going to get in, Dae-woo?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”
“...........”
“I told you not to worry. Is there anyone in this world who hates money?”
“Yes. Please come quickly, Dae-woo.”
“I will. I’ll follow you right away.”
Yuri stepped out of the car and walked into the hotel. Passersby glanced at her as she passed. She was wearing the outfit Jae-geun had sent her: a white blouse in a size too small, its buttons straining against her chest. Without a bra, the heavy contours of her breasts were clearly visible, and the thin fabric revealed the shape of her nipples and areolas. With every step, the tight spandex skirt rode up, exposing flashes of her bare ass. A cool breeze brushed against her lower body, reminding her once again that she wore no panties. Men’s heated gazes followed the long lines of her calves and the firm, glistening skin of her thighs above her black high heels. Yuri tugged at her skirt hem with one hand while covering her chest with the other, fearing the buttons might pop at any moment, and hurried toward the room as fast as she could.
In the elevator, the men openly ogled her body. The ride to the third floor felt endless. When the doors opened with a chime, Yuri rushed out like lightning and stepped into the hallway. Fortunately, it was empty. She stood before the door Jae-geun had mentioned and took a deep breath.
‘Just until Dae-woo gets here.’
She knocked, and the door opened quietly. Jae-geun stood in the doorway, looking her up and down with a satisfied smile.
“Come in. You didn’t tell anyone about this, did you?”
“...........”
Jae-geun took her hand and pulled her inside. No one else was in the room. Yuri looked around nervously until Jae-geun embraced her from behind.
“Yuri, it’s been a while. Just the two of us, huh?”
“Wait a moment, Jae-geun.”
Yuri twisted in his strong grip, trying to break free. Jae-geun released her and sprawled across the sofa opposite her. She stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. His eyes traveled slowly up her body—from her ankles to her calves and thighs—as if caressing her. It was the same feeling as last night. A mixture of disgust, chills, and an inexplicable tingling sensation made her press her thighs together and shift her weight.
“Nice. As expected, a body made for luxury. Your body, that is.”
“Jae-geun.”
“Speak, Yuri.”
“Let’s just talk.”
“We’re talking right now.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“Don’t move. Stay right there.”
Yuri, who had been about to approach him, froze in place.
“Hmm. Excellent. I’m already getting hard. Heh.”
Jae-geun rubbed the bulge in his pants. Yuri stared at it and remembered the monstrous cock that had flooded her mouth with semen just days ago. Goosebumps rose across her skin even as she felt her pussy growing wet. The more anxious she became, the more urgent her need grew. Jae-geun raised his hand and twirled his finger in a circle. Yuri started to speak, then closed her mouth and slowly turned around. His sticky gaze lingered on her exposed ankles and thighs. The silence in the hotel room stretched unbearably. Her entire body itched; she could barely stand still. Under the weight of his stare licking up her legs, the liquid she had been holding back suddenly spilled out. Jae-geun smirked as he watched her thighs tense in surprise and stroked his cock.
“What’s this? Already dripping wet, Yuri?”
“No, I’m not.”
“You want my cock to pound that pussy of yours, don’t you? Nice and deep.”
“I said no.”
Yuri shouted back in a trembling, sharp voice.
“Heh. Still a real piece of work.”
She heard Jae-geun rise behind her.
“Don’t turn around.”
At his low command, Yuri froze like a statue.
‘Ah, Dae-woo. Hurry.’
She called his name silently in her mind. Jae-geun grabbed both of her wrists and pulled them behind her back.
“What are you doing? That hurts.”
“Stay still. You’ll get hurt if you move. You know what happens if you resist, right?”
Yuri’s struggles subsided. Thick rope wound around her wrists, and a black cloth covered her eyes. Now she waited in darkness for Dae-woo alone.
“Stay like that.”
Jae-geun knelt behind her and ran his hands up her calves.
“Damn, your skin is still like honey.”
His large hands slid higher, reaching her thighs. Yuri tried to pull her hips away, but with her hands bound and her vision gone, the movement was useless. His fingers climbed deeper between her thighs.
“Wait, Jae-geun.”
She called his name desperately, but his answer came as fingers stroking her entrance.
“Hah.”
“Oh? Look at this. Already soaked through.”
“No, it’s not like that.”
“Don’t lie. Your pussy’s dripping. Heh. A mother like you getting this horny? Tsk.”
Contrary to her fears, his hand withdrew after only a brief touch. Jae-geun glanced toward the bathroom and crooked his finger. Do-hwan, who had been inside stroking his already rock-hard cock, stepped out with bloodshot eyes.
(A)
[Bang, bang.]
“Open the door.”
In that instant, Jae-geun and Do-hwan froze. Yuri’s legs gave out at the sound of Dae-woo’s voice, and she sank to the floor. The two men exchanged glances. Do-hwan quickly retreated back into the bathroom. Jae-geun grabbed Yuri by the hair and yanked her head back.
“You fucking bitch. You want to die? I told you not to tell anyone!”
[Bang, bang.]
“Jae-geun, open the door.”
Jae-geun released her hair and went to the door. A hotel staff member and Dae-woo stood outside. Jae-geun had been ready to bolt if the police were there, but seeing none, he relaxed.
“It’s fine. Go back to work.”
“What about the key?”
“I don’t need it. It opened easier than I thought.”
“Understood. Please resolve this quietly.”
“I will. I won’t call the police, so don’t worry.”
“Very well.”
The staff bowed deeply and left. Dae-woo stepped inside.
“Mind if I come in?”
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“Yuri’s in there, isn’t she?”
“Ah, so that bitch called you for help?”
Dae-woo pushed past Jae-geun. Yuri sat on the floor, blindfolded, her pale thighs and wet crotch fully exposed. Dae-woo helped her to her feet.
“Yuri, get up.”
Jae-geun walked past them, sat on the sofa, and lit a cigarette. Dae-woo removed the blindfold and untied her wrists.
“Dae-woo.”
“Yuri, wait for me in the car.”
She took the car keys he handed her and left the room. In the hallway mirror, she saw a disheveled, seductive married woman with smeared mascara, her curvaceous body on full display. Yuri straightened her clothes, fixed her hair, and hurried toward the parking lot where Dae-woo’s car waited.
“What the hell are you doing here? Did that bitch ask you for help? Heh.”
“Jae-geun, why are you doing this? Seriously.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“Why are you tormenting Yuri when she’s just minding her own business?”
“Hah. You’ve changed a lot, friend.”
“...........”
“Weren’t we into the same kind of stuff before?”
“...........”
“Remember when I drugged your wife, Yoo-mi, and fucked her? You watched the whole thing while jerking off, didn’t you?”
“Yeah. That’s right.”
“So why the hell are you stopping me now when I just want to fuck Yuri a little?”
“Jae-geun.”
“Ah, I get it. You’re pissed I didn’t invite you? Heh. Fine, I’ll call her back out. You can watch from over there and jerk off.”
“Hey.”
“Don’t yell. It’s scary.”
“I know you. Even if you act like this, I know you’ve got a good heart deep down.”
“Shut the fuck up before I kill you.”
Jae-geun’s eyes flashed. Dae-woo spoke again.
“Fine. Do whatever you want, you bastard.”
“This little shit.”
“Jae-geun, come to the farm. How long are you going to live like this?”
“I told you to shut up.”
“Do you even remember how old we are this year?”
“...........”
“What good is living like this?”
“I’ve always been this kind of guy.”
“Jae-geun.”
“The only reason I approached you in the first place was because your wife Yoo-mi had such a juicy body. I wanted to feel her up. Then Yuri got caught up in it too.”