Junho Approaches Between Mijeong's Spread Legs
Together with Junho, I opened the front door and stepped inside.
The house was still utterly quiet.
From beyond the open door of the master bedroom, only Mijeong’s faint breathing drifted out of the darkened room.
Junho hurriedly kicked off his shoes. His feet scraped across the floor with a soft friction sound.
Once he entered the living room, he fidgeted with his pants pocket, his restlessness plain to see.
Without a word, I headed for the master bedroom. I opened the nightstand drawer beside the bed and rummaged through it with my hand. A troubled look crossed my face.
Junho, who had followed me in, glanced once at Mijeong’s naked body before turning to me.
“We’re out of condoms.”
Junho’s eyes widened for a moment. He bit his lip lightly.
“I’ll go buy some. I’ll be right back.”
Without waiting for my reply, he headed straight for the entrance. He hurriedly put on his shoes and opened the door. The sound of the front door closing echoed through the house.
Silence settled over the house once more.
I stepped into the master bedroom. Without turning on the light, I looked down at Mijeong lying on the bed. She was completely naked. Her body, heavy with drink, rose and fell with soft, even breaths. Her breasts lifted and lowered slowly, forming gentle curves. A faint dampness still lingered between her thighs.
I sat on the edge of the bed and lightly stroked her cheek. Warm skin met my fingertips. Complicated feelings rose again—excitement, anxiety, guilt, anticipation. Every emotion tangled together and tightened around my chest.
Mijeong’s face was peaceful. Suddenly I remembered her from our days working together at the company. The Mijeong who answered “Yes” to every instruction from the seniors and followed them in silence. She had no knack for office politics, so she was always scolded and cowed, yet she simply adapted to it. Even my own peers used to call her an emotionless doll.
That same Mijeong had once broken down crying after I scolded her. While teaching her the work, I began talking with her more. She told me her introverted nature and her parents’ influence had made her the frustrating person others saw. The few relationships she had were ones where she simply trailed after the men, until they grew bored and left her. Pity turned into affection. Even now, my love for Mijeong has never changed.
Separate from that, the desire rooted deep in my core was something else entirely. Desire and affection twisted together until desire became affection and affection became desire. Anxiety and expectation, stability and pleasure—emotions that should never mix had blended into the situation we were in now. I was even preparing to offer my beloved wife to another man.
Is this right?
Doubt.
Will I miss out on greater pleasure?
Temptation.
Doubt.
Temptation.
Doubt.
Temptation.
The conflict never stopped. Right in front of my eyes, Mijeong slept on, unaware that I had just touched her.
I cupped her breast in my hand. Soft weight spread across my palm. Her nipple brushed my fingers and grew slightly firm. Her body still remembered me. I stroked her cheek once more, then gently drew the blanket over her.
Leaving the bedroom, I sat at the dining table. Leftover food still sat there. Empty beer cans were stacked to one side, and a bottle of liquor remained. The ice bucket held only melted water. Three empty glasses stood out especially clearly.
Glug.
A sound that broke the quiet of the house. I poured liquor into an empty glass. The tumbler filled about halfway.
“Huu…”
I let out a deep sigh. Inside the glass the liquor glowed a deep amber. Transparent yet dense golden light seeped along the glass walls, catching the table lamp and glittering softly, leaving a lingering impression.
I tossed the liquor into my mouth. As it went down, a heat like my throat catching fire spread in an instant. Yet once that flame subsided, a deep, strange fragrance filled my mouth and lingered slowly, for a long time—exactly like this situation. After the first intense shock came a subtle aftertaste that could never be forgotten, and so I reached for the liquor again.
The intense shock in the party room. The aftertaste that continued afterward. And finally this situation we had returned to. Once I offered Mijeong, I would feel that intense shock. But like the liquor, the aftertaste would drive me to seek even greater pleasure.
As Junho had said, I needed to set a line. That was why I had mentioned the condoms to him. Some might think there was no difference between bare and with a condom. But that thin rubber separating Junho’s and Mijeong’s intimate flesh—that was the boundary I had decided on.
Hot heat rose from deep in my gut. Alcohol wrapped around my whole body. A floating sensation. My fingertips tingled slightly. My complicated thoughts gradually dulled.
Doubt.
Temptation.
Doubt.
Temptation.
Temptation.
Temptation.
And a fierce desire flared up. The single remaining brake in my mind: the condom.
Just then my phone rang.
“Hyung-nim. I’m here. Please open the door.”
Rough breaths mixed into Junho’s words. When I opened the front door, he came in panting. A small bag hung from his hand. He held it out to me. The sight of him handing over condoms he might use himself made me burst out laughing. Junho looked sheepish.
“Sorry. With the alcohol in me and thinking it’s been years…”
“It’s fine.”
I laughed until I choked and waved him off.
“I told you not to rush, hyung-nim, and then I was the one who rushed.”
“I would have done the same.”
I reached into the bag he had given me. Several palm-sized paper boxes met my fingers. I pulled them out. There were three boxes. Since a regular condom box usually held two or three, Junho had bought nearly ten.
“Why’d you buy so many?”
“Ehehe.”
Junho laughed awkwardly.
“If we use all these, Mijeong’s pussy is going to be wrecked. Hahaha.”
“Hahaha.”
When I tossed out the joke and laughed, Junho laughed along. I looked at the condoms he had bought. After marrying Mijeong I had never bought condoms separately. My father-in-law didn’t know, but after giving birth to Doyun, Mijeong had gotten an Implanon implant. It had been a long time since I’d seen a condom box. The black, luxurious packaging softly reflected the kitchen light. A small sticker reading “Japanese ultra-thin” stood out especially.
Even so, Junho had bought only the ultra-thin kind. I left just one box out and put the rest back in the bag. I held the remaining box out to him—an unspoken signal of consent that I was offering Mijeong to him. Junho took the box and opened it without delay. Condoms wrapped in silver foil appeared. He pulled one out and looked at me.
“I’ll ask one last time. Hyung-nim, are you really okay with this?”
Without a word I walked toward the master bedroom. Junho followed. I entered the room and turned on the bedside lamp. Orange light spread through the bedroom. Mijeong lay sleeping under the blanket.
“You mentioned a line, right? For me, that line is the condom.”
Junho fiddled with the foil packet in his hand.
“No one but me gets to have pussy and cock meet bare. That’s the rule I’ve set.”
I approached Mijeong. Junho simply watched. The blanket I had carefully drawn over her earlier—I pulled it away with my own hand, exposing her naked body.
“All right… go ahead.”
“Then…”
Junho moved toward her, but I stopped him. He looked puzzled.
“You don’t mind if it’s recorded, right?”
“Ah…”
Junho blanked for a second, then nodded. I gathered every Homecam in the house and set them up around the bedroom, carefully considering every shooting angle. Determined to record this moment. Junho stood beside the bed, looking back and forth between me installing the cameras and Mijeong.
“All set. Go ahead and start.”
“Then I’m really doing it.”
I nodded silently.
Beep.
The video recording on the phone in my hand began. Junho exhaled roughly through his nose. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the floor, then stripped off the short-sleeved T-shirt underneath. His hands on the belt looked urgent. The phone screen captured his ass as he hurriedly shoved his pants down. Still gripping the condom packet in one hand, he climbed onto the bed. The mattress sank deeply under his weight on one side. Mijeong’s body swayed slightly.
Junho straddled her. He planted the free arm beside her shoulder and set both knees neatly between her hips. The space between the prone Junho and Mijeong was barely fifty centimeters. He looked at me. Still focused on the phone screen, I nodded. Junho placed his hand on her breast.
“Ah…”
A sigh of admiration escaped him. Careful not to wake her, he gently kneaded her breast. Mijeong gave no reaction. Gaining confidence, he fondled her more boldly. Under his hand her breast was crushed and reshaped. He pinched her nipple and tugged lightly.
“Mmm…”
Mijeong let out a soft moan. On the phone screen I saw Junho’s body stiffen slightly.
“It’s fine.”
At my words he began moving his hands again. His cock, already fully hard, swayed heavily. Even at a glance it was massive. Every time he bent to fondle her breasts, the tip brushed her stomach.
“Hurry up and put it in.”
I urged him. Junho pulled his hands from her breasts and rose. Their bodies separated again. Kneeling, torso upright, he tore open the condom and began rolling it down his cock. The rolled rubber gradually unfurled, sliding lower and lower.
“Hyung-nim. I’m really doing it.”
Silently I brought the phone closer to the two of them. Junho gripped Mijeong’s legs and lifted them. His hands settled in the crooks of her knees and the backs of her thighs, then pressed hard. Her thighs parted wide, revealing her fully spread pussy. When Junho tilted his body slightly, his cock came to rest atop Mijeong’s belly.