Mijeong's Orgasm Before Junho's Feigned Sleep
Ding-dong.
The front door opened.
I froze the moment I saw Mijeong.
She must have just finished showering. A towel was wrapped around her hair, and she wore nothing but panties.
“Ah…”
Startled by my reaction, Mijeong had been about to greet me when she suddenly stopped short.
“You’re ho—”
Then she spotted Junho following me into the house.
She bolted for the master bedroom in a flurry of footsteps.
As she ran, her breasts bounced freely up and down.
Junho saw everything, yet his expression remained perfectly calm.
Once Mijeong disappeared into the bedroom, he leaned in and whispered.
“Hyung-nim. I’ll pretend I didn’t see a thing, so just act natural.”
“Got it.”
I hurried into the bedroom after her.
Mijeong was already pulling on a boxy T-shirt that had been lying on the bed.
“I blocked his view. Looks like Junho didn’t see anything.”
“You could’ve at least warned me first.”
Her voice trembled slightly.
I kept my tone casual.
“Come on out and set up some drinks for us.”
“Yes…”
I stepped back into the living room and looked at Junho standing there.
“Let’s sit at the table.”
“Yes, hyung-nim.”
Junho and I took our seats at the dining table while Mijeong emerged from the bedroom and headed for the kitchen.
She pulled beer from the refrigerator and set it on the table.
Under the overhead light, the thin fabric of her boxy T-shirt faintly revealed the curves of her body.
Her hair, still damp because she hadn’t had time to dry it properly with Junho around, slowly soaked the back of the shirt.
I watched her from behind as she hurriedly prepared side dishes at the table.
“Just grab whatever’s around.”
“But Junho-ssi is here. I can’t just do that.”
Junho cracked open a can of beer.
“Aigoo, hyung-su-nim. It’s really fine…”
“Still… just a moment.”
Mijeong frantically put together some snacks.
While she worked, I asked Junho how business had been lately.
“Making ends meet, more or less.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Only because hyung-nim helped me out.”
Junho and I exchanged empty small talk.
Before long Mijeong returned carrying plates of food in both hands.
The moment she set them down, the boxy T-shirt stretched and sagged.
Through the open neckline I could clearly see her bare breasts—no bra underneath.
Junho had been visiting so often that Mijeong seemed to have grown comfortable dressing casually around him.
Or maybe, in her flustered rush, she simply hadn’t managed to put on proper underwear.
In her haste she didn’t even realize her chest was fully exposed to Junho’s view.
She scurried back to the kitchen for chopsticks.
“Grab a pair for yourself too. Drink with us.”
“…”
Without a word, Mijeong fetched an extra set.
Once she sat down, Junho cracked open another can and placed it in front of her.
I raised my own can.
Junho clinked his against the one Mijeong was holding.
Conversation flowed, and empty cans began to pile up on the table.
Mijeong opened the refrigerator again, looking for more beer.
“We’re out of beer.”
“Feels a shame to end it here.”
I glanced at Junho.
Sensing my look, he turned toward Mijeong still standing at the fridge.
“I’m a little disappointed myself.”
I stood, opened the cupboard, and pulled out a bottle of liquor.
“We’ve got ice, right?”
“Aigoo, hyung-nim. You bought that ice water purifier, remember?”
“Ah… right.”
Junho and I both burst out laughing.
Mijeong, who had been preparing a container for the ice, smiled at the two of us.
“This… this… hyung-nim. You bought the ice purifier and never even used it, did you?”
“How’d you know?”
“That’s why you asked if we had ice.”
Creak.
Junho pushed his chair back and stood.
He took the ice container from Mijeong’s hands and walked over to the purifier.
“Watch this, hyung-nim.”
He operated the machine with practiced ease, filling the container with ice.
Ting.
Ting.
Ting.
Ting.
Ice cubes dropped one by one into the container with cheerful little sounds.
I returned to my seat carrying the liquor bottle in one hand and glasses in the other.
A moment later Junho came back with the ice.
Junho and I took turns toasting with Mijeong.
Without realizing it, she drank twice as much as either of us.
Her face flushed a deep, vivid red.
I felt a mild dizziness myself.
I gave my head a small shake to clear it and looked at Junho.
The instant our eyes met, I knew—this was the moment to put into motion the plan we had made on the way home.
“Phew…”
Junho blew out a breath, lips pursed.
“I… need the bathroom for a second…”
He staggered off toward the bathroom.
Ssshhh.
The sound of running water came from inside.
It stopped, replaced by the faucet at the sink.
Click.
The door opened and Junho shuffled back, collapsing into his chair at the table.
Then he simply slumped forward onto the tabletop.
“My little brother’s got a weak head for liquor.”
“…”
Mijeong said nothing.
Her eyes were already slightly unfocused.
I turned toward her and slipped my hand inside her boxy T-shirt.
The thin fabric brushed the back of my hand, and a slick, smooth sensation met my palm.
Her bare breast—no bra—filled my hand with its heavy weight.
Mijeong’s body went rigid for an instant.
I gently rubbed her nipple with my thumb.
It hardened at once, trembling faintly between my fingers.
A thin breath escaped her nostrils.
Right in front of her, Junho lay face-down, supposedly asleep.
“Junho-ssi…”
Mijeong twisted her body as if embarrassed.
But my hand followed every squirm, kneading her breast insistently.
“He’s asleep.”
Junho pretending to sleep while I caressed Mijeong—that was the first stage of his plan.
Mijeong gripped the edge of the table with both hands.
With my other hand I slowly lifted the hem of her T-shirt.
Her breasts were completely bare now.
The soft evening light cast gentle shadows across her smooth skin.
Her knuckles turned white around the table edge.
Her cheeks burned even redder.
Whether from the alcohol or pure shame, I couldn’t tell.
She stole a glance at Junho slumped over the table.
His face buried in his arms, he didn’t move a muscle.
I turned fully toward her, cupped both breasts in my hands, and kneaded them slowly.
Soft flesh spilled between my fingers, swaying gently.
“Mmm…”
A faint moan escaped her as she shifted slightly toward me.
“What if Junho-ssi… sees…”
Her voice cracked into the tiniest whisper.
Instead of answering, I lightly twisted her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
Her thigh trembled and brushed against my leg.
Her gaze stayed locked on Junho.
Even as she felt my hands, she kept watching for any sign of movement from him.
I slid one hand slowly downward.
It skimmed across her stomach and slipped inside her panties.
Coarse hair brushed my fingertips, and already-wet heat soaked my index finger.
Her thighs clamped shut hard for a second.
Her eyes never left Junho.
“Stop…”
She begged in a voice barely audible.
I pushed my finger deeper instead.
Hot inner walls clenched around it, sucking with tight pressure.
Her breathing quickened.
One breast swayed up and down with the motion of my hand, casting a shifting shadow beneath the table.
The faster my finger moved, the more her hips twitched in tiny, involuntary rolls.
Squelch.
Squelch.
Squelch.
I worked my finger rapidly inside her, scraping along her walls.
Suddenly her body jerked as if struck.
Her legs shot out and kicked Junho’s leg under the table.
Thud.
Mijeong’s eyes flew wide.
Her entire body locked up.
Even her breathing stopped.
Lips pressed tight, she stared fixedly at Junho.
He stirred slightly.
His shoulder shifted a fraction.
Rustle.
The head buried in his arms turned left, then right.
Shhh.
His body twitched, nudging the chair a little.
Creak.
Mijeong flinched at every tiny movement.
She held her breath, lips sealed, every muscle tense.
Yet inside, her walls clenched hard around my finger.
I moved it slowly side to side.
Her thighs clamped shut again, trying to stop me.
The inner muscles of her thighs quivered violently; I felt the spasms travel up my hand and arm.
With the hand still on her breast I pinched her nipple.
At the same moment I pressed firmly against the spot near her pubic bone inside her.
Her gaze, fixed on Junho, snapped back to me.
Eyes wide, she bit down hard on her lip.
A trembling vibration began deep inside her and spread through her whole body.
She bit her lip desperately to keep any sound from escaping.
But her body betrayed her.
The clamped thighs flew open wide.
The chair scraped back a little.
Creak.
And her other leg kicked Junho’s once more.
Mijeong gripped the chair back with one hand and the table edge with the other.
Legs spread, body shaking violently, she dropped her head low.
When the tremors finally subsided, I took her hand and led her slowly into the master bedroom.
I sat on the edge of the bed; she stood facing me.
I turned her around so her back was to me.
The master bedroom was dim, while the dining table beyond remained brightly lit.
Through the open bedroom door I could still see Junho slumped over the table.
I wrapped my arms around Mijeong’s waist as she looked out at him.
Then I slowly pulled down her pants and panties.
The boxy T-shirt fell to mid-thigh, covering her lower body again.
Still seated, I pushed my own pants down.
They slid to my ankles and caught there.
I gripped Mijeong’s waist and slowly lowered her onto me.