Secret Seduction
Oh Yoo-ri fled the president’s office as if escaping and stepped into the break room, trying to steady her racing heart. She set the tray down, pulled out a wet tissue, and stood before the mirror, wiping the traces of Hyun-soo’s saliva from her neck and collarbone. “What am I doing? What the hell am I doing, Oh Yoo-ri? You insane bitch… what have you gotten yourself into?” she muttered under her breath, scolding herself for the way she kept leaning toward him. Lifting her skirt just enough, she wiped the slick arousal that had trickled down her inner thighs. In broad daylight, inside the president’s office, a married woman had been groped and sucked on by her boss. A long sigh slipped from her lips as she cleaned away the evidence of how thoroughly she had been used.
“Why is this happening? Really… ah, really…”
She sat there blankly for a while before slowly rising and trudging out of the break room.
“Tomorrow? Really?”
“Yes, tomorrow. How about it? Do you have time?”
“Oh, well… it’s just so sudden.”
James gazed steadily at the flustered Ko Yoo-mi. “It’s just a small gathering of close acquaintances before I head back to the States. Nothing formal, so there’s no need to feel pressured.”
“……”
“Of course, if you’d rather not, I completely understand.”
“No, it’s not that…”
“Then I’ll take that as a yes. Oh, and bring your boyfriend too.”
“What? Su-heon as well?”
“Yes, Kim Su-heon. I think it would be more comfortable for you that way.”
“Ah… all right.”
“See you tomorrow, then, Yoo-mi.”
James kissed her cheek and stood up. Yoo-mi felt cornered. Ever since that party, Oh Yoo-ri’s attitude had been strange, as if she had noticed something. Yoo-mi had been walking on eggshells ever since. Whether or not he knew it, Kim Su-heon kept cornering her whenever Yoo-ri wasn’t looking. Quick, intense sex in every corner of the house. Even when she tried to resist, his cock drove into her relentlessly, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through her body. Carrying his hot load deep inside her womb while facing Yoo-ri filled her with a dizzying thrill. She was terrified of the way she was changing.
“So, um… that is… you know…”
“In other words, you want to borrow Su-heon one more time, right, unni?”
“Ah, well… it’s just…”
At the dinner table, Yoo-mi’s face flushed as she stammered. Oh Yoo-ri spoke casually, as if it were nothing. “Sure, go ahead. Have fun.”
Kim Su-heon glanced at his wife. “Still, I feel a little bad about it.”
“Why? It’s not like you and unni are dating or anything.”
Yoo-mi’s chopsticks paused for a moment before moving again. “Wow, the bulgogi is really good tonight. Yoo-ri, is there anything you can’t do?” Her voice sounded strained as she tried to change the subject.
“Are you coming too?”
“Huh? Me?”
Unlike the nervous Yoo-mi, Kim Su-heon looked relaxed as he met his wife’s eyes. “Why would I? You and Yoo-mi are supposed to be the couple. What would I even do there?”
“Just say you’re Yoo-mi’s friend. Tell them she’s still single.”
Resting his chin on his hand, he continued while watching his wife. “You were curious about that editor-in-chief named James, weren’t you?”
“Hmm… still, it feels a bit weird.”
“What’s weird about it? It’ll be fine, right, Yoo-mi?”
“Ah, well… I guess, but Yoo-ri…”
When Kim Su-heon smiled at her, Yoo-mi shot an uneasy glance at Oh Yoo-ri. “He’s pretty handsome, that James guy. You might fall for him at first sight. Heh.”
“Really? That good-looking? Hmm, now I’m curious. Hohoho.”
Yoo-mi watched the couple across from her chatting so naturally. Oh Yoo-ri’s mind was a mess because of Hyun-soo’s constant advances, and Kim Su-heon’s knowing attitude only made things worse. The subtle tension between him and Yoo-mi was impossible to ignore. She wanted to confirm what was really going on. Caught between anxiety and curiosity, she was having a difficult time lately. Oh Yoo-ri answered her husband calmly while he watched her with an unreadable expression. Yoo-mi sensed something was happening between them that she didn’t know about. A strange sense of anticipation stirred inside her—the possibility that she might have Kim Su-heon all to herself.
The office was noisy with the usual end-of-day bustle. Hyun-soo lowered the vertical blinds and looked down at Oh Yoo-ri’s desk. For the past few days she had been keeping her distance, drawing a firm line whenever he approached. Her ambiguous attitude was driving him crazy. A smile spread across his face. Just watching her was enough. She looked busy as she tidied up and headed toward the president’s office. Hyun-soo quickly sat down at his own desk. The door opened and Oh Yoo-ri stepped inside.
“President, I’ll be heading home now.”
“Ah, yes. Have a good evening, Yoo-ri.”
He pretended to be occupied before finally looking at her. She was beautiful. Her hair was pinned up, revealing the elegant line of her neck. The black, form-fitting dress reached just above her knees, its burgundy buttons running down the front. At the very bottom, between the last buttons, a flash of pale thigh showed. He wanted to rip those buttons off and see her naked body in all its glory.
“Wow, you must be going somewhere nice. You look incredible today, Yoo-ri.”
“Yes, I have a party with my husband tonight.”
Her tone was strictly professional. Hyun-soo felt as though a heavy stone were pressing on his chest. “Ah, I see.”
“Well then.”
She gave him a mechanical smile, closed the door, and left. He stared after her with a lonely expression. A married woman with a husband and child. Yet he couldn’t hide the feelings he had for her. A long sigh escaped him as cigarette smoke filled the office.
“Is this the place? Ah, right, there it is.”
“Right in front here?”
“Yes, right there.”
Following Ko Yoo-mi’s directions, Kim Su-heon parked the car. The three of them got out. James waved from a distance. “Good to see you, Kim Su-heon.”
“Likewise, James.”
James shook his hand, his eyes seeming to say something more as he smiled. “Come on in, Yoo-mi. You look even sexier tonight. Haha.”
“Hohoho, do I?”
After a brief hug, James turned to Oh Yoo-ri. “Ah, is this the person you mentioned, Yoo-mi?”
“Yes, this is my dear younger sister, Yoo-ri. Oh Yoo-ri.”
James gave her a warm smile, looking every bit like a Korean version of James Bond. “Welcome, Yoo-ri.”
“Hello.”
He leaned in and kissed both of her cheeks. “Just as I heard—you’re truly stunning. Yoo-mi wasn’t exaggerating. Hahaha.”
“Hohoho, you’re too kind.”
“Well then, shall we go inside?”
At James’s signal, a young man who looked barely out of college led the way. “Su-heon, do you have a cigarette?”
“……”
Kim Su-heon met James’s gaze, then pulled one out and handed it over. The two women followed the young man toward the entrance. Glancing back, they saw the men lighting up before continuing on.
“Hoo…”
Smoke curled from their lips as they watched the women’s backs. Both were similar in height and figure. Oh Yoo-ri wore a tight black dress; Ko Yoo-mi’s cobalt-blue one flowed softly. Tonight, Kim Su-heon thought his wife’s hips looked especially pronounced.
“She’s quite something. Yoo-ri, was it? Do you know her?”
“No, not really.”
“Ah, is that so?”
“You’re heading back to the States after tonight’s party, right?”
“Yes. Work here is finished, and I’ve got a mountain of it waiting back home.”
“I see.”
Despite having met only once before, the two men felt oddly familiar with each other and continued their easy conversation. “Shall we head in as well?”
“Let’s.”
They flicked their cigarette butts into the trash and followed.
Sticky jazz music filled the air. About twenty men and women mingled in a relaxed, comfortable atmosphere, guided by a small band in one corner. A handsome Black saxophonist played, and Oh Yoo-ri couldn’t take her eyes off him.
“Unni, unni, he’s really cool, isn’t he? I’ve never seen someone like that in person.”
“Really? You can find plenty of guys like him in any decent bar in America.”
“Is that so? Korea really lacks cultural spaces like this. Hmm.”
The two women chattered like schoolgirls while watching the musician. Kim Su-heon glanced at them before slowly scanning the room. The banquet hall wasn’t too big or too small. There were fewer people than at the previous party, making it feel cozy and intimate. Couples stood here and there with champagne and wine glasses, chatting. His gaze swept past one spot, then returned. A woman was watching him, tilting her head back to take a sip of wine. Her eyes were sultry, her gesture almost deliberately seductive. Golden hair. He smiled faintly and raised his own glass. After saying a few words to the people around her, she began walking toward him. Her figure was breathtaking. Her ample breasts, half-exposed, swayed dangerously as if they might spill out at any moment. She was the same woman with the exaggerated Barbie-doll body he had seen at the last party. She approached, wrapped her arms around him, and rubbed her cheek against his.
“It’s been a while.”
“It has. Haha.”
Ko Yoo-mi stood and gave a polite nod. “Good to see you, Editor-in-Chief Stefania.”
“Oh, Yoo-mi.”
With her usual exaggerated flair, Stefania pulled her into a tight hug and pressed their cheeks together.