Secret Temptation
A fairly wide area beneath Yoo-mi's hips was soaked through. "Yoo-mi, the sheets are all wet."
Only then did Yoo-mi reach beneath her to check. "Oh my, how did this happen?"
"Exactly. What is it? Looks like you came, Yoo-mi."
"Oh no, what do I do? It's really soaked."
Yoo-mi sprang up and began stripping the bed sheets. "No, forget that—finish what we were doing, Yoo-mi."
"Move aside. How am I supposed to do anything here? Oh dear, even the mattress."
Yoo-mi suddenly grew frantic. Su-heon stood beside the bed, gazing awkwardly at his now-shrunken cock. In no time she had wiped the moisture from the mattress and laid fresh sheets.
"Ah, it still feels gross. Su-heon, hang these out on the veranda tomorrow, okay?"
"Got it."
Yoo-mi slipped into Su-heon's arms, avoiding the damp spot, and hungrily sucked on his lips. His cock began to stir again. She gripped it firmly. "Let's just go to sleep now."
The way she whispered to him like soothing a child made Su-heon find her unbearably adorable. "Yoo-mi, was that you squirting earlier?"
"I don't know. I didn't feel anything."
"If it wasn't you, the sheets wouldn't be this wet."
"..........."
"Did it feel good?"
"Yes, incredibly."
"You kept saying you hated it, telling me to pull out."
"I did, but... I don't know. It was a strange feeling."
"What kind of feeling?"
Yoo-mi kneaded his cock as though recalling the moment. Su-heon gently massaged her breasts in return.
"Like I was about to pee?"
"Really? It actually felt like you were going to pee?"
"Something like that. But nothing came out, just that sensation."
"Then it was you coming, Yoo-mi."
"Aah, I don't know—stop embarrassing me."
"Wow, so the thing I've only heard about is real."
"Enough, enough. Let's sleep."
Yoo-mi covered Su-heon's mouth and buried herself against his chest. Before long she was breathing softly in sleep. Holding her, Su-heon thought back to the phone call that had come earlier. Hearing Dae-woo's and Yuri's bright voices had cleared something heavy from his chest. Who would have guessed Mei's help could resolve things so easily? The image of cute Mei floated into his mind. At least Jae-geun was no longer a worry. That left the president and the young trainer.
Su-heon mulled over various thoughts until his eyes drifted shut. The two naked lovers fell asleep clutching each other's symbols as if they were precious.
"I'll be going now."
"Thank you so much, Dae-woo."
"See you next time, Mei."
"Yes, take care on your way."
Dae-woo left Yuri's house. Ignoring the two women's pleas to stay until morning, he headed for the farm. Once he was gone, Mei and Yuri sat facing each other again.
"Unni, if something like this happens again, tell me sooner. It could have been a disaster."
"It's just... hard to talk about."
"You told Dae-woo everything, but not me? I'm hurt, you know. Hohoho."
"Dae-woo is..."
"What about him? Dae-woo is what?"
Mei leaned in, staring straight at Yuri's face. "No, it's just... comfortable with him."
"That doesn't sound right."
"Mei, what are you trying to say?"
"It's been strange for a while—the way he looks at you."
"What?"
"Just the way he looks at you. Hohoho."
"..........."
"Unni, you're coming back to the office, right?"
"I'll think about it."
"All right. Rest for a few days and we'll talk again. I should get going too."
"Thank you for today."
"Don't mention it. Oh, and just in case—though it probably won't happen."
"..........."
"If that bastard shows up near you again, tell me right away, okay?"
"Yes, I will."
The door closed, leaving the house in silence. Lying in the master bedroom, Yuri couldn't sleep as Jae-geun's face and voice kept surfacing. The man who had rubbed his cock against her ass while teaching her positions the first day they met at Dae-woo's house. The Yuri who had clung naked to Jae-geun at the villa, downing love shots. And that dawn when he had roughly groped her and thrust into her. The man she had willingly gone to out of revenge against her husband. The sensation of his enormous cock in her mouth returned vividly. After years, that man had reappeared—in a space with her family, shoving his cock into her mouth in the most absurd way. The terrifying man who dressed her in lewd clothes and summoned her to a hotel. A man she would never see again. A man who had been strangely obsessed with her. Yuri knew he would never appear before her again. A long sigh escaped her small lips—whether from relief or regret, she couldn't tell.
Mei had ultimately been unable to tell Yuri about Trainer Doo-hwan. The shock would have been too great. Like Jae-geun, Doo-hwan would never show his face near Mei or Yuri again.
"Ah, what a waste of a guy like Doo-hwan. Still, in a little while Su-heon oppa will be here. Hohoho."
Mei sat on the sofa and lit a slender cigarette. She made a call.
"Hello."
"Yes, miss."
"How did it go?"
"All taken care of."
"Taken care of?"
"Ah, well... we buried them. Haha."
"What?"
"..........."
"I told you to just scare them!"
"It's just... the chairman..."
"So both of them now?"
"Yes."
"Dad ordered it?"
"Yes, the chairman did."
"I see."
Mei hung up and frantically searched for a number. After more than ten years of no contact, she hurled the phone onto the sofa in irritation.
"Human lives aren't worth a fly's life, you filthy gangster bastard."
Mei jumped up, angrily stripped off her clothes, and headed for the bathroom.
Several days had passed since Dae-woo returned to the farm, and lately he found himself missing his ex-wife Yoo-mi. Having lived as if he had forgotten everything, the happy memories from the past refused to leave his mind after visiting their old home. The supermarket he used to visit with Yoo-mi, the kindergarten they planned to send their child to. After learning of his azoospermia, the deep wounds he had inflicted on her. He still couldn't forgive himself for offering his lovely wife to other men to satisfy his own desires.
Unable to press the call button he had intended to, Dae-woo hit cancel and stood up.
"Wherever you go, live well with a man better than me, Yoo-mi."
A single heavy tear rolled down Dae-woo's cheek.
Six months later.
"Yes, sir. I'll handle it that way."
"Thank you for your hard work, Yuri."
Yuri left the president's office and sat beside Mei.
"Unni, isn't Su-heon coming tomorrow?"
"Yes, that's right. Hohoho."
"You're that happy? He's your husband, not a lover."
"Of course. We've been apart so long it feels like having a lover. Hohoho."
A smile never left Yuri's lips. Beside her, Mei was already soaking her panties imagining Su-heon's incredible fucking. Two women in the same space waited for one man.
"Yoo-mi, do you have a place to stay in Korea?"
"No. All my family is in the States."
"No friends you could stay with?"
"How could I stay at a friend's place for a whole month?"
"Hmm, true."
After packing for their return to Korea, Yoo-mi and Su-heon sat facing each other over coffee.
"You can't exactly stay in a hotel either."
"There is one option, though it's a bit..."
"What is it?"
"The magazine that runs my column."
"Yes?"
"They have a small branch office in Korea."
"An office?"
"Yes."
"How would you stay at an office?"
"Ah, not actually living at the office. It's an officetel for reporters dispatched from the States."
"That works out perfectly."
"But I'm not an employee of the magazine."
"Hmm."
"Maybe I should just rent a place in Korea while I'm here."
"It's only for a month. It'd be a waste."
"It would, but..."
"Couldn't you talk to the magazine? The place is empty anyway."
"Well..."
"Is there some other problem?"
Su-heon studied Yoo-mi carefully, sensing an unknown unease. "No, I'll ask them. It should be fine."
Yoo-mi changed her expression quickly after appearing to ponder, then spoke to Su-heon. He could tell there was something she wasn't telling him in her current look, but he didn't press further.
"You'll be heading back to Korea tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"It'll take me a few months."
"Why?"
"Just some thinking and wrapping things up in the States."
"All right."
Both knew they couldn't continue like this forever, and that a parting would eventually come. They deliberately turned away from the approaching future.
"Daddy, Daddy!"
"Hana!"
"Honey, my husband!"
"Oh my, my wife."
Yuri and their daughter Hana greeted Su-heon.
"I was going to come meet you."
"No need. The company car was fine."
"Still, I wanted to do something like in the movies."
"Heh, then let's film a movie tonight."
"Oh you, you beast. The first thing you say after arriving."
Su-heon wrapped his arms around his wife's waist as she poked his side, and their sweet kiss followed.