Secret Temptation
Kim Su-heon adjusts his posture and clears his throat. “They’re here.”
“Who is it?”
“Someone we all know.”
At Oh Yoo-ri’s words, Ko Yoo-mi, who was playing with Hana, turns her head toward her. “You… don’t tell me…”
Kim Su-heon is probably thinking the same thing. At that moment, a man freezes in the restaurant doorway. Oh Yoo-ri quickly runs over and leads him to the table.
“Hyung-nim, it’s been a while.”
“Yeah… but…”
After a brief greeting with Kim Su-heon, Lee Dae-woo looks at Ko Yoo-mi. Their eyes meet with unmistakable affection.
“It’s been a while, Dae-woo.”
“Yeah… it has.”
They fall silent, avoiding each other’s gaze. The sudden encounter has clearly left them both flustered.
Oh Yoo-ri pushes Lee Dae-woo away as he tries to sit beside Kim Su-heon. “This is my seat, you know? Hohoho.”
Lee Dae-woo hesitates. Ko Yoo-mi looks up at him and pulls out the chair beside her. “Come here, Dae-woo.”
“Uh… yeah.”
Hana, still in Ko Yoo-mi’s arms, reaches out toward Lee Dae-woo. He smiles and lifts her up.
“Oh my, our Hana has grown so much already?”
“Uncle, uncle, kiss, kiss, auntie, daddy, kiss.”
At Hana’s half-babbling words, both Kim Su-heon and Ko Yoo-mi freeze.
“Alright, kiss.” Lee Dae-woo plants a kiss on Hana’s cheek. Oh Yoo-ri watches with a warm smile, and the tension on Kim Su-heon and Ko Yoo-mi’s faces gradually melts away.
“Well then, let’s eat. It’s been a while since we had Korean beef, kekeke.”
“Honey, what’s with you today? You’re acting like someone who’s never eaten meat before.”
As Oh Yoo-ri scolds him, Kim Su-heon leans in and whispers against her ear, “I haven’t had any in a while because of your period, kekeke.”
Oh Yoo-ri blushes and pinches his thigh. “Ugh, you pervert.”
The meal is pleasant. Ko Yoo-mi remains composed, as if she had half-expected the guest, but Lee Dae-woo looks visibly uneasy. He keeps emptying soju glasses with Kim Su-heon across the table.
“Then shall we go to our place for round two?”
“You still live there?”
“Of course. Oh, by the way, do you know who moved into the house next to ours?”
“Next door?”
“Yeah, the one where your sister used to live.”
Ko Yoo-mi’s face stiffens for a moment before she smiles again. “Ah… our house.”
“Yeah. Mei moved in there.”
“Mei?”
“Yeah, don’t you remember?”
“Mei…”
Ko Yoo-mi rests her chin on her hand, trying to recall. No one else mentions the name Jae-geun. They simply exchange glances.
“Ah, that time… Jae…”
Ko Yoo-mi trails off, unable to say the name aloud. The man who had drugged and forced himself on her.
“Yeah, you remember?”
“Yeah… I remember. Slim and pretty.”
The lingering pressure of Jae-geun hangs over the table. Only Kim Su-heon knows he will never see him again. Oh Yoo-ri and Ko Yoo-mi try to shake off the unpleasant memory by chatting more animatedly.
“Should we call Mei too?”
“Let’s just drink among ourselves.”
“But she lives right next door. And she’s alone.”
“Calling at this hour…”
“Why? Are you uncomfortable with Mei?”
“No, not uncomfortable… it’s just late.”
“Hmm.”
On the way home, they stop at the mart for beer, soju, and snacks. Oh Yoo-ri links her arm with Kim Su-heon’s and keeps glaring at him. He pretends not to notice and picks up a few more items. While he pays, she pokes his side.
“Honey, look over there. They look just like a family.”
Kim Su-heon follows her gaze. Lee Dae-woo, Ko Yoo-mi, and Hana are playing tag, laughing and running around. He smiles without realizing it, then feels the familiar internal conflict stir again. ‘Could Yoo-mi be this happy if she were with me?’
Kim Su-heon reflects on his own selfishness.
“Oh my, oh my, hello! How did you get even prettier?”
“It’s been a while, Mei.”
Do Mei’s lively greeting fills Kim Su-heon and Oh Yoo-ri’s home with energy. It is a relaxed Friday night. Lee Dae-woo has loosened up and chats naturally with Ko Yoo-mi beside him. Kim Su-heon pauses on his way back from the fridge with beer.
‘Phew… this is something.’
He lets out a long sigh as he looks at the three women. Lovely Ko Yoo-mi, who had swallowed his cum just last night. Lovely Do Mei, who jumps on him anytime, anywhere. And his beloved wife, Oh Yoo-ri. Kim Su-heon feels almost anxious at this impossible happiness. He has won not only their bodies but their hearts as well.
He returns to his seat. Everyone except Do Mei seems tipsy from mixing soju and beer. The three women chatter nonstop while Lee Dae-woo listens contentedly. Kim Su-heon suspects Lee Dae-woo has been very lonely on his own. The drinking continues late into the night.
“Honey, Su-heon.”
“Hmm?”
Oh Yoo-ri shakes the dozing Kim Su-heon awake. “Put Hana to bed.”
Hana is sprawled out on the living room floor in a star shape.
“Yeah, okay.”
Kim Su-heon stands, lifts Hana, and carries her into the bedroom. After laying his daughter down, he turns to find Do Mei blocking the doorway. Startled, he pushes her back and glances toward the living room. The door is wide open; the three people at the table are clearly visible.
“Hey, are you crazy?”
Kim Su-heon grabs Do Mei’s arm and whispers, eyes still on the living room. “They’re probably all drunk out of their minds by now, right? Tch.”
Do Mei pouts. Ko Yoo-mi is dozing with her chin propped on the table, Oh Yoo-ri is slurring through some passionate speech, and Lee Dae-woo sways side to side, nodding along. None of them are looking toward the bedroom.
Do Mei gently takes hold of Kim Su-heon’s cock. He slowly pulls the door halfway closed. From the dark room, the living room remains visible, but the room itself would be hard to see from outside. The thrill of the situation makes him push Do Mei against the wall and kiss her. Her legs wrap around his waist as she sucks hungrily on his tongue. Deciding this is as far as it can go, Kim Su-heon sets her down.
“Oppa, I want to suck your cock.”
“No. Let’s stop here, okay?”
“No.”
Do Mei drops to her knees without another word and takes his cock into her mouth. Kim Su-heon finds the situation unbearably arousing. Despite his words, he wants this. He cranes his neck to peer through the half-open door at the living room while Do Mei works diligently between his legs. He strokes her hair and watches his wife and Ko Yoo-mi.
A scene straight out of a movie. Do Mei’s pace quickens, the wet sounds growing louder. The stimulation is intense, yet Kim Su-heon’s eyes never leave the living room.
‘Huh?’
For a moment he blanks out. An unexpected sight unfolds before him. Oh Yoo-ri, who had been chattering away, crawls over to Lee Dae-woo sitting cross-legged. Rising onto her knees, she leans in and kisses him, cupping his face. It is eerily similar to the scene years ago at Madam Cho’s house. Lee Dae-woo tilts his head back to receive the kiss, his hand slowly sliding up Oh Yoo-ri’s thigh. Kim Su-heon’s grip tightens on Do Mei’s hair. The hand disappears beneath Oh Yoo-ri’s short skirt. Moments later her hips twitch. She breaks the kiss, head falling back, and sinks down with Lee Dae-woo’s hand still between her thighs. He kisses her exposed neck while his hand continues moving under the skirt. Then Lee Dae-woo kneels upright and kisses her again. Their tongues intertwine visibly. Kim Su-heon can hardly breathe. The scene is overwhelmingly erotic. With her head tilted back, Oh Yoo-ri’s hand, pussy throbbing, reaches for Lee Dae-woo’s crotch and begins rubbing his cock over his pants.
At that exact moment, Kim Su-heon’s cock erupts inside Do Mei’s mouth. Caught off guard by his sudden climax, she swallows every drop, tongue working eagerly. His cock pulses several times before finally settling. Do Mei pulls away, coughing lightly as she swallows the rest. Following his gaze, she kneels and peeks through the doorway, eyes widening.
Oh Yoo-ri now has Lee Dae-woo’s cock out of his pants, stroking it up and down. Her breasts spill from her low-cut T-shirt, half of one already inside Lee Dae-woo’s mouth as he sucks. Head thrown back, mouth open in silent pleasure, the only sound is her faint, broken breathing.
[Clang]
A bottle on the table collides with a glass and falls. Ko Yoo-mi, dozing beside it, sits up drowsily.