Secret Seduction
Lee Dae-woo barely manages to compose himself and takes a deep breath. Oh Yoo-ri's lips move.
"I'm a strange woman, aren't I?"
"Oh Yoo-ri."
"Yes, Dae-woo."
"You're a good woman, and so is our Yoo-mi."
"............"
"It's all my fault, doing something I shouldn't have."
"Dae-woo."
Dae-woo looks into Yoo-ri's wavering eyes and takes another deep breath.
"Well, anyway, it's all in the past."
"............"
"I hope only happy things await you from now on, Yoo-ri."
"Dae-woo."
Dae-woo tries to pull away the heavy, warm curtain enveloping the two of them. But the more he does so, the greater Yoo-ri's guilt and pity toward him become. Yoo-ri quietly approaches Dae-woo. Kneeling beside him, she turns his head and kisses him. Dae-woo's mind goes blank for a moment, hazy from the softness of Yoo-ri's lips. Her tongue gently licks his lips. Then it finds his tongue and delves deep inside. Dae-woo's arms wrap around Yoo-ri's waist, pulling her close. She nestles warmly into his embrace as he cups her cheeks and gently sucks on her tongue. Their tongues intertwine more passionately, and his hand, which had been holding her waist, rises to firmly grasp her breast. Yoo-ri lets out a rough moan into his mouth from the thrill coursing through her body. Under his skilled hands, sometimes gentle, sometimes firm, kneading her breast, she grows even wetter, soaking her already damp panties further as she rubs her thighs together. When his hand slips under her skirt, she tenses with a subtle mix of anticipation, excitement, and fear. His hand slowly strokes her thigh, and suddenly something she's been holding back bursts forth from within her. Startled by the massive amount of her own fluids gushing out, she grabs his hand as it approaches her center. His skilled hand stops at her touch, and their lips slowly part.
"I'm sorry, Dae-woo."
"No, thank you, Yoo-ri."
Dae-woo's lips approach again and lightly kiss hers. Then he helps her sit up straight in his arms. Yoo-ri adjusts her clothes and sits demurely beside him. They remain silent for a while.
"Was that true?"
"That's how it turned out."
"Hey, what the hell is your real identity?"
"Me? Mei, just Mei."
Do Mei widens her eyes and blinks in front of Kim Su-heon.
"Pfft."
"Hehe."
Unable to hold back, Su-heon bursts into laughter at the sight.
"I should stop talking. Don't lie, tell me honestly."
"Fine, don't believe me then."
"Give me Jae-geun and that trainer guy's contact info."
"I told you I don't have it? Neither of them, in this world."
"You're writing a novel, a whole novel."
"Everything about you is great, but you tend to look down on me too much."
"Oh my, is that so?"
Su-heon pokes Do Mei's butt as she pouts.
"Anyway, movies ruin kids, ruin them. Why even ask? Kekeke."
"Aish."
Do Mei walks ahead quickly. Su-heon follows her into the apartment.
"What's going on? Why is it so quiet?"
Entering the living room, Su-heon looks back and forth between his wife sitting dazed and Dae-woo.
"Huh? What?"
Yoo-ri, looking slightly flustered, takes the bag of alcohol and snacks from Su-heon's hands and heads to the kitchen. In the kitchen, Mei gulps down cold water while glaring at Su-heon.
"Huh? Why is Mei like that?"
"It's nothing, nothing at all."
"Why? Did our Su-heon make a mistake?"
Yoo-ri and Mei stand side by side, staring at Su-heon.
"It's not me, I didn't do anything."
"Tch."
Mei pours cold water into a cup and downs it in one go.
"Is it really true?"
Su-heon's eyes widen as he looks between Mei and Dae-woo.
"So Mei's words are true?"
"Yeah, it's true. But why?"
Dae-woo, drinking beer, turns to look at Mei beside him. Mei stands with her arms crossed, still huffing.
"Wow, turns out Mei's a scary person? Kekeke."
Su-heon chuckles while looking at Yoo-ri. She pinches his arm and whispers.
"Mei doesn't like talking about family stuff, stop it."
"Got it."
Yoo-ri still knows nothing. She has no idea that Su-heon knows everything about Dae-woo, Mei, Jae-geun, and Do-hwan. Fearing that Su-heon might find out about her intense physical relationships with those two men, she feels like she's sitting on pins and needles. She tries to steer the conversation to another topic.
"When should we visit Dae-woo's farm?"
"Huh? The farm?"
Yoo-ri smiles at Dae-woo.
"You'll cook something delicious if we go, right, Dae-woo?"
"Of course, come anytime, hahaha."
Mei, sitting beside him, suddenly brightens up as if nothing happened and links arms with Dae-woo.
"Wow, really? Can I come too?"
"Ah, of course, a beauty like Mei is always welcome. It'd be even better if you come alone, hahaha."
"Hohoho, really? Then should I go alone? Hohoho."
Mei turns her head happily and meets Su-heon's eyes. Her gaze briefly shifts to Yoo-ri beside him before she pouts her lips. Su-heon clears his throat at her boldness.
"Ahem ahem, since we're on the topic, shall we set a date?"
"Shall we? But because of Hana..."
"Hana can be looked after by Mei, kekeke."
"Su-heon."
Yoo-ri urgently pinches his thigh at the joke.
"It was a joke, a joke, right, Mei?"
"Hoho, yes yes, Su-heon, be careful on the night road, hoho."
"Hahahaha."
"Hohohoho."
The four of them drink late into the night, planning their trip to the farm.
"Hello."
"Su-heon, it's me."
"Yoo-mi, where are you?"
"At the airport."
"Ah, so you'll arrive tomorrow?"
"Yes, probably."
"So, the company officetel, everything's settled?"
"Yes."
"That's good. Shall we meet tomorrow evening then?"
"Su-heon."
"Yes, Yoo-mi."
"No, let's meet tomorrow evening."
"Yes, Yoo-mi."
Sitting on a bench at the airport, Ko Yoo-mi's hand drops weakly. She thinks that Su-heon, who returned to Korea, is no longer hers alone. Her mind is complicated. She can't maintain this relationship forever, but she doesn't have the courage to leave him either. Su-heon is already her last love. As if having made some decision, Yoo-mi picks up the phone again. After a while of ringing, a bright voice echoes from the other end.
"Unni? Is that you, Unni? Yoo-mi unni?"
"Yeah, Yoo-ri, it's me. How have you been?"
"Of course, when I called before, it didn't go through, hoho."
"Really? You know my number?"
"Ah, Dae-woo told me."
"Dae-woo?"
"Yes, how have you been, unni?"
"Uh, yeah, I've been good."
"Wow, it's been years already? It's been so long, right, unni?"
"Yeah, it has. I meant to contact you, but... sorry."
"No, it's the same for me too."
"Your voice sounds bright, that makes me happy too, hoho."
Yoo-mi's voice brightens at Yoo-ri's cheerful tone.
"Unni, when are you coming back to Korea?"
"Ah, well, I'm at the airport right now."
"What? You're coming back? Now?"
"Yeah, that's how it turned out."
"That's great, shall we meet tomorrow then?"
"Ah, well, I have some things to do tomorrow."
Even though no one is watching, Yoo-mi's cheeks flush as she talks to Yoo-ri. She's lying to Yoo-ri. By tomorrow evening, she'll probably be having a passionate affair with Su-heon. A sense of guilt she can't express to Yoo-ri wells up.
"I'm going for work, so I'll contact you again once I'm in Korea."
"Yes, okay, unni. I'll wait."
"Yeah, see you then."
"Okay, come back safely."
"Yeah, thanks."
Yoo-mi takes a rough breath and clutches the phone tightly with both hands. This is her reaction when lying—a mix of slight regret and relief.
At the cozy dinner table, their daughter Hana is half-eating, half-playing with her food and is now in a dance trance with Bbo-tong. Yoo-ri stands up to clear the dishes.
"Ah, that was delicious. Nothing beats a meal cooked by my wife."
"Darling, you've gained some weight lately. Look at this belly, kekeke."
Yoo-ri pokes Su-heon's stomach. He pulls her into his arms.
"Oh my."
Startled, Yoo-ri loses her balance and falls into his embrace. Su-heon's lips descend upon hers. Her eyes, which had resisted for a moment, slowly close as she begins to suck on her husband's tongue. The couple shares a slow, tender kiss.
"Stop, that's enough."
"Why? A little more, okay?"
Despite his aegyo, Yoo-ri firmly stands up and resumes clearing the dishes.
"No, I need to do the dishes quickly and put Hana to bed."
"Isn't that too much? I'm already like this."
Su-heon hugs her from behind as she starts washing dishes at the sink, rubbing his cock against her ass. His angry cock precisely grinds into the cleft of her buttocks as if about to take her from behind. A seductive moan escapes Yoo-ri's lips.
"Aing, stop it, honey. Hana can see."
"See what? She's busy playing by herself."
Su-heon lightly licks her white nape while kneading her breasts over her clothes.