Secret Temptation
The office was neatly organized, yet Kim Su-heon couldn’t stop checking anyway. Deep down, he hoped it wasn’t true. He headed to the bathroom, and that night, more aggressive and passionate than usual, he devoured his wife’s body. In such a short time, the married woman had been set ablaze by the hands of two different men. The lascivious temptress writhed and came undone on her husband’s cock.
“Hey, Deputy Manager Kim! Hey!” Deputy Manager Yang’s roar echoed through the office. Every pair of eyes turned toward Kim Su-heon. He sat staring blankly at his monitor. Deputy Manager Yang stood with both hands on his hips, fuming.
“Deputy Manager? Deputy Manager.” A female colleague gently shook his shoulder and whispered. “Huh? Oh.” Kim Su-heon looked up. She gestured with her eyes toward something. Following her gaze, he met Deputy Manager Yang’s glare.
“Yes? Me?”
“Yeah, you. Where the hell is your mind wandering off to, huh?”
Kim Su-heon pouted inwardly. ‘Ah, that guy’s supposed to be in China. Why does he keep butting in here?’
“Hey! You’re cursing me in your head again, aren’t you?”
“Of course not, hehe.”
“You. Come see me after I get back from the president’s office. How many days has it been already? Seriously, tch.”
“Yes, have a good meeting.”
As Deputy Manager Yang turned away, Kim Su-heon stood up awkwardly. “God, he’s such a stalker. Always following me around, seriously. Heh.” The other employees chuckled at his muttering. Kim Su-heon sat back down and once again stared blankly at the monitor.
<July Import/Export Status> The spreadsheet was filled with numbers. Over it, he imagined his wife Oh Yoo-ri pulling up her skirt and shaking her hips. A dark figure approached her from behind. The figure tore open her blouse. Then the same figure thrust violently into her as she moaned. Oh Yoo-ri’s ecstatic cries rang in Kim Su-heon’s ears.
The same filthy fantasy had been replaying for days. The obscene scene refused to leave his mind. Since that day, Kim Su-heon and Oh Yoo-ri had continued their ordinary lives as if nothing had happened. Kim Su-heon was flustered by the excitement tightening around him. Far from anger, he was aroused. He wanted to see it—his wife tangled in a messy affair with another man. He pictured her straddling Lee Dae-woo at Madam Yeo-jeong’s house, bouncing her hips. Just recently, she had been moaning while Lee Dae-woo sucked on her breasts in their own home. The president—Hyun-soo. Had that man, Hyun-soo, thoroughly tasted Oh Yoo-ri in the darkened office? He wanted to meet him. He wanted to feel the lingering dampness on Hyun-soo’s fingertips, the slick sensation of her sweat-drenched body, the overwhelming pleasure of release he had never experienced before.
Since that day, Oh Yoo-ri treated Hyun-soo as if nothing had happened. She brought him coffee, informed him of his schedule, and smiled brightly just like before. Hyun-soo’s insides burned. He couldn’t read her heart. ‘Is she angry? Or does Yoo-ri also…?’ She had masturbated while calling his name. Hyun-soo crushed out his cigarette and pressed the intercom.
(Yes, President.)
Oh Yoo-ri’s usually refreshing voice sounded incredibly sticky today. Hyun-soo’s lower body swelled rapidly.
“Coffee, please.”
(Yes, President.)
‘President, huh.’ Hyun-soo leaned back in his chair. “Aah, haah, President, aang, haah, Hyun-soo.” He could almost hear Oh Yoo-ri’s sticky moans as she called his name while touching herself. Right now, in this very spot, the door opened and Oh Yoo-ri walked in. She gave a brief nod, walked lightly over, and placed the coffee cup on the table.
“Here’s your coffee, President. I’ll be going then.”
As she turned with the tray, Hyun-soo spoke. “Ah, Miss Oh Yoo-ri, just a moment.”
Oh Yoo-ri hesitated briefly before turning toward him with a bright smile. “Yes?”
Her smile was awkward. After days of silence, Hyun-soo’s single sentence made her tense.
“About this file here.”
Hyun-soo stood up, pointing at the monitor. Oh Yoo-ri approached hesitantly. “Yes, which file?”
“This one. This.”
Oh Yoo-ri stared at his fingertip and stepped closer to the monitor. “Which one? This file? Ah!”
Hyun-soo’s arms wrapped around her waist from behind. Oh Yoo-ri quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
“Miss Yoo-ri.”
“Why are you doing this, President?”
Her voice trembled like a whisper, unlike Hyun-soo’s thick, low tone.
“Just a moment. Just stay like this for a second. We—”
“President, there are people outside. President.”
Oh Yoo-ri’s hand pushed at his, her voice pleading in a whisper. But Hyun-soo’s embrace didn’t budge. She struggled in his arms.
“Miss Yoo-ri.”
“……”
“I have something to ask you.”
“Let go, Hyun-soo.”
Her voice was low and infinitely cold. Hyun-soo’s hands loosened.
“Forget it, Hyun-soo. Please forget about it.”
Oh Yoo-ri stood with her back turned, head lowered. Hyun-soo took a step back as if he had committed a crime.
“It was my mistake. I’m sorry, Hyun-soo.”
“……”
Oh Yoo-ri hurried away. “Wait a second.”
Her steps stopped at the doorknob. Hyun-soo approached her.
“You’re telling me to forget something that meant nothing?”
“……”
“The same Miss Yoo-ri who touched herself on my desk while calling my name is now telling me to forget?”
“That’s…”
Oh Yoo-ri’s shoulders trembled slightly.
“Last time in the car, you also said it was a mistake and told me to forget. But then again—”
“I’m sorry.”
“This time, it’s not a mistake.”
Hyun-soo’s voice was firm. Oh Yoo-ri turned to look up at him.
“President, I really—mmph!”
Before she could finish, Hyun-soo’s lips covered hers. With her back against the office door, Oh Yoo-ri weakly pushed at his chest. As the strength left her hands, Hyun-soo’s tongue slipped between her parted lips. He drank her saliva as if quenching a thirst. Unlike his aggressive tongue, Oh Yoo-ri’s remained still and passive. Their lips slowly parted.
“I like you, Miss Yoo-ri.”
“Hyun-soo, I—”
“……”
“I’m a married woman.”
“You like me too, don’t you?”
“Hyun-soo, I—”
“You wouldn’t moan another man’s name while touching yourself if you didn’t like him.”
Oh Yoo-ri’s face flushed hot. Hyun-soo gently caressed her cheek as if she were adorable.
“I’m scared, Hyun-soo.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up. Hyun-soo pulled her into his arms. She sank into his embrace.
“I won’t make it hard for you, Miss Yoo-ri. Just give me a little space. Just a little.”
“I’m sorry, Hyun-soo.”
Tears finally spilled down Oh Yoo-ri’s cheeks. Hyun-soo held her tighter. After catching her breath in his arms, she slowly pulled away.
“I’m sorry, Hyun-soo.”
“Why do you keep apologizing?”
“Just… everything. I’m sorry. And…”
“……”
“I love my husband and my child. More than anyone.”
“……”
“But… but I keep thinking of you. So it’s hard.”
“Miss Yoo-ri.”
She lifted her head. Their lips met again. This time, Oh Yoo-ri’s tongue actively accepted his. The smooth sensation. Hyun-soo’s hand slipped under her skirt. His fingers slid between her thighs but were squeezed tight, unable to move.
“No, Hyun-soo.”
The sweet words spilled from her lips into his. Hyun-soo pulled back and looked at her. Her heart was ambiguous—neither yes nor no. His hand moved to the back of her neck and grabbed her hair. He licked her exposed white nape.
“Ah, President, I told you to stop, ah, there are people outside.”
Oh Yoo-ri’s hands pushed harder at his face. While licking her neck, Hyun-soo’s hand squeezed one of her breasts.
“President, haah.”
The sharp sensation at her nipple made her quickly cover her mouth. His grip on her breast tightened. In the middle of the day, in the office where people came and went busily, inside the president’s room, this married woman had her white neck sucked while her breasts were roughly kneaded. Her body slowly heated up. The distant sound of a ringing phone reached her ears. Her thighs rubbed together violently.
[Knock, knock.]
The vibration of the knock traveled through her back. The two of them froze, then quickly separated. Oh Yoo-ri straightened her disheveled clothes and tucked the tray under her arm. Hyun-soo sat back at his desk and steadied his breathing.
“Come in.”
The door opened and Director Noh entered. He looked Oh Yoo-ri up and down as she stood awkwardly.
“I’ll enjoy the coffee, Miss Yoo-ri. Thank you.”
“Y-yes, President. Then I’ll be going.”
Oh Yoo-ri hurried out. Director Noh’s sharp gaze pierced her retreating back.
“Have a seat, Director.”
Hyun-soo approached and practically forced him onto the sofa. The door to the president’s office closed. Director Noh spread documents on the table and spoke in a low voice.
“It won’t do, President. Absolutely not.”
“What?”
Director Noh’s intense stare met Hyun-soo’s. Hyun-soo avoided his eyes.
“Ah, it’s not like that. Ahem.”
He cleared his throat.
“Make it clear. If you cause any trouble, I’ll tell your father.”
“Ah, I told you it’s not that. You keep saying that. Seriously, ahem, ahem.”
After staring at him for a while, Director Noh pointed at the documents.
“Now then, let’s start with this first.”