The Uncomfortable Gathering
Back in my day, I used to run with some gangsters. Had a bit of a name for myself, and plenty of women too. I was pretty well-endowed, you know, heh heh. Then as I got older I retired from that world and opened a small bar. Those were the most peaceful days of my life. But one afternoon something felt off, so I left the store half-prepared and went home. Turns out my wife was fooling around with some young punk. Back then I was still full of fire, so I thought I'd kill those two bastards right there, but my body wouldn't move. I just froze listening to the sounds of them fucking and my wife moaning like that. I was shocked, sat on the sofa for a long time without moving. Then suddenly I started laughing without realizing it. Heh heh. I wanted to see it. See what kind of guy could make her moan like that. So I left the house, set up cameras, and watched from the store every day. But it wasn't just one or two guys. Heh heh. I figured since she used to work in the nightlife it was to be expected, but there were too many. Heh heh. So I started wondering how many guys she was sleeping with, and before I knew it, I was in this business. Heh heh.
Both the older man and I listened quietly to his story.
But the thing is, it became addictive. I couldn't stop. Heh heh. Later on I even filmed myself while doing it. Heh heh. Ahem. At first, honestly, I just thought I'd squeeze some money out of innocent people. But after watching them, they seemed like the same kind of people as me, so I figured I'd just meet them and talk. That's why I came here today.
He sounded sincere. My head was starting to hurt. I couldn't remember what we'd even been talking about a moment ago. I just wanted to rest.
Well, it's getting late, so let's call it a night. We should do this again sometime. Next time it'll be my treat.
He stood up. The awkward drinking session ended just like that, and we each headed home.
After that, both couples avoided meeting for a while, making up various excuses. Then one day, the older man called me.
Hello?
Hey, it's me.
Oh, hyung-nim.
Come over to my place for a drink tonight.
Won't your wife feel uncomfortable?
It's fine. She's uncomfortable with me too anyway, haha.
...........
Alright, see you later.
The things he'd said that night at the bar still lingered in my mind. It all felt like something that had happened in another world. The things he'd said to my wife, the things I'd said to his wife. Had he really forgotten all of it?
When I got home that evening, my wife had already finished preparing and was waiting for me.
Honey, you got the call, right? Go wash up quickly.
Yeah.
[Ding-dong]
The door opened and Yoo-mi poked her head in.
Hello.
Ah, hello.
Yoo-mi smiled as if nothing had ever happened.
Unni, something smells delicious. Hohoho.
Come on in.
My wife beamed and hurried into the living room. Yoo-mi and I stood there awkwardly for a moment before I closed the door and followed her inside.
Oh, hello.
I heard my wife's slightly flustered voice from the living room.
Ah, hello.
That voice. It was him. Why the hell was he here?
The guy sitting on the living room sofa grinned when he saw me. The older man sat right beside him. I walked over and sat next to the older man as if nothing was wrong. He felt strangely unfamiliar after not seeing him for a while.
Long time no see, dongsaeng. Heh heh.
I ignored him and turned to the older man.
Hyung-nim, what is this?
Ah, I just thought we could all have a drink together.
Yoo-mi and my wife carried food back and forth in front of the table. The guy openly scanned both women from head to toe. I followed his gaze.
My wife was wearing a flowing floral skirt that barely covered half her thighs. Every time she moved, the skirt fluttered and revealed the sensual flesh of her inner thighs. The blue floral pattern suited her fair, long legs perfectly. Her loose T-shirt had a wide neckline that slipped off one shoulder. Thanks to her ponytail, the elegant line of her neck and shoulders was completely exposed. Even though the shirt was loose, the peaks of her breasts still clearly showed their volume. She looked healthily sexy in a way I didn't usually notice at home. My wife really was beautiful.
Then Yoo-mi walked past carrying a plate. Her hair was shorter now. The hair that used to reach her shoulders now framed her round cheeks. It gave her an even more elegant, seductive air. She wore a white mini dress with a cute Minnie Mouse print on the chest that matched her fair skin. But her explosive curves made the cute dress lose its innocent charm and instead emphasized her body. The Minnie Mouse face printed on her chest was stretched wide from side to side. Those breasts were still incredible no matter how many times I saw them. Every time she moved while setting down plates, the white dress clung to her body, revealing faint outlines of her bra and panties.
Looking at Yoo-mi made that night feel like a dream. Had I really been inside that body? Right here on this sofa?
The older man and the guy kept watching TV and making idle conversation. The guy's eyes never left the two women. Once the food was ready, we all sat down around the table. Drinks were poured. The older man said he'd become friends with the guy since they were the same age. During the weeks we hadn't contacted each other, he'd apparently met the guy quite often. Yoo-mi also seemed used to drinking with him. What on earth was the older man thinking?
The older man and the guy kept knocking back drinks while I only responded occasionally. I was starting to feel the alcohol too.
Honey, drink slowly, okay? Eat some food too.
My wife, who had been chatting with Yoo-mi, turned toward me and popped a piece of meat into my mouth.
Wow, I'm jealous, dongsaeng.
The guy called me dongsaeng. Technically he was older than me, so it made sense, but I still hated it. I hated him for no reason at all.
You seem pretty close with my husband too? Hohoho.
Of course. Very close, heh heh.
The guy gave my wife a lecherous look and tone. Whether she noticed or not, she kept smiling brightly. Then she turned back to Yoo-mi and started chatting about home decor again.
This situation was unbearable. Right now, the woman I'd raped was sitting next to my wife. Next to me sat the husband of the woman I'd raped, and beside him was this disgusting guy I couldn't stand. My wife was gossiping with the woman her husband had raped.
The alcohol rose and my head spun. I hadn't been sleeping well lately either. My head kept drooping and my eyelids grew heavy. My wife's pale thigh caught my eye. I reached over and squeezed it, whispering to her.
Honey, let's go home now.
Why?
She placed her hand over mine as I kneaded her thigh and mouthed her reply. Her expression was so adorable I wanted to bite her.
I'm sleepy.
Aww.
She pouted cutely. Yoo-mi, sitting beside her, silently peeled an apple.
Why? Leaving already?
The older man spoke up.
Yeah. I'm a bit tired.
It's been a while. Stay a little longer.
I'd like to, but my body...
My wife cut in.
Honey, let's stay just a little longer, okay?
...........
I didn't respond and stood up.
I'm going out for a cigarette.
I'll come with you, then.
The older man followed me out. We went down from the apartment and lit our cigarettes.
Hyung-nim, why did you bring that guy?
Ah, well, we've had drinks at my place before too.
You don't actually believe everything he says, do you? We don't even know who he really is.
Ah, that day...
...........
After that day, we kept in touch. We had drinks a few times and I even visited his store. He's just an ordinary guy, nothing special.
Hmm.
Aside from his rough past, he's just like us. I even met his daughter. She was cute.
He has a daughter?
Yeah, apparently she's a high school student. Pretty girl. I was really jealous.
The older man's expression darkened. He was always sensitive when it came to children. He exhaled a long stream of smoke and looked at me.
Dongsaeng.
Yes, hyung-nim.
Do you remember everything that happened that day?
Yes. Do you?
I do.
After drinking, I can't really talk about it. I'm sorry.
No, I...
...........
But you know, what you said that day...
...........
Were you serious?
About what?
About my wife.
I didn't know what to say.
Right now, up there in my apartment...
Yes.
It's just my wife, your wife, and that guy.
...........
A strange feeling washed over me. My wife and Yoo-mi were alone with him. As long as he wasn't completely insane, nothing would happen. Even so, my heart started racing. A strange excitement rose in my chest.
That guy's something else.
What do you mean?
Instead of answering, the older man grabbed his own forearm and lifted it.
It's like a magic wand.
Kek.
I couldn't help but laugh at his words.
Really. I saw it once at the sauna. Most guys can only manage one line across, but his has them stacked in the middle.
Really? Now I want to see it after hearing that from you.
I was shocked at first too. It's long and thick, and after doing that kind of thing... kek.
Do women actually like that? It must just hurt.
Well, according to him, once you try it you can't forget it.
We both exhaled long streams of cigarette smoke and fell silent.