Wife's Twenties (5): After the King Game
"Alright! The King Game really is the best!"
"The King Game...?"
The wife looked startled, though of course she knew what the King Game was. She also understood exactly what it meant when men and women played it while drinking. She had seen plenty of her classmates suffer through its mischievous commands. In larger groups, the men rarely targeted her directly. Her beauty and seductive figure made her seem untouchable, and her shy, fragile personality only added to that impression. The men might have fantasized about stripping and devouring her, but even during the occasional King Game she joined, they never openly harassed her. Tonight, however, was different.
"Chaehui, you know what the King Game is, right?"
"Ah... yes, I do..."
"Okay, let's start right away!"
It was already 10:30. They used makeshift wooden chopsticks for drawing lots. Whoever pulled the one marked with the Chinese character for "King" became the ruler. The other three were numbered one through three. The senior held the four sticks in his fist. The others had already marked which one was the King, a secret only they shared.
While the wife hesitated, two seniors grabbed their sticks first. Another took the King stick.
"Oh! I'm the King. Lucky me!"
Everyone chuckled as he scanned the three of them. The TA and the other senior signaled their numbers with their fingers—one and three. That meant the wife held number two.
"Number two! Take off one piece of clothing."
"..............!"
"Whoa, starting off strong, huh?"
"Who's number two?"
The wife raised her hand, her face flushed crimson, still clutching the stick.
"Chaehui? Hey, how did you know she was number two and tell her to strip? Impressive!"
The seniors snickered. "Chaehui, a game's a game. You have to play. What are you taking off?"
"Taking off her underwear would be weird—she has a boyfriend. Just the dress."
They burst into laughter. All the wife had on was a dress, bra, and panties. She hesitated. She couldn't remove the dress and sit among these wolves in nothing but her underwear. Yet taking off the bra would expose her completely. She turned around carefully, lifted her hips slightly, and slipped her hand under her skirt to pull her panties down.
The men watched her back, still unable to believe that Yun Chaehui was actually removing her panties right in front of them. Once finished, she turned back around. Their eyes dropped to her lower body. She sat with her knees modestly pressed together. If that short dress lifted even a little, they would see everything. The sound of them swallowing echoed through the studio apartment.
"Great, let's draw again!"
This time the TA drew the King.
"Number one, take off one piece of clothing."
To avoid always targeting the wife, the other senior removed his shirt. She recognized the body she had kissed and licked earlier during the previous game. Had she really done that?
Again, the command fell on her.
"Number three, take off one piece of clothing."
"At this rate we're all going to end up naked. Who's number three?"
They already knew, but asked anyway.
"M-me..."
"Oh? Chaehui again? Chaehui, what are you taking off this time? The dress would be nice... heh."
"Hey, even Gyeongsu hasn't seen Chaehui's... you know... Are you trying to look at that? Chaehui, just take off the bra."
There was no choice. She couldn't remove the dress. Once more she turned her back. She unzipped the dress herself while the men watched her smooth, slender back without offering help. Reluctantly, she slipped her arms out, reached behind to unhook her bra, then slid the straps down and removed it from the front. Though the men stood behind her, they caught glimpses of her full breasts spilling slightly to the sides and felt themselves harden. She did her best to keep them covered as she threaded her arms back into the dress and zipped it up again.
Now she sat facing them, wearing nothing beneath the thin fabric. After two more rounds, the remaining seniors had also stripped to the waist. All three men were bare-chested.
"This time... number two is..."
The wife held number two.
"Number one... suck on the chest for one minute."
"Hey, shit, I'm number one. Don't tell me you're number two?"
The TA joked with the other senior, though everyone already knew the wife was number two.
"What? Chaehui's number two? Oh hell yeah! From now on I'll serve you well as King. Best command ever."
Chuckling, the TA moved right beside the frowning wife.
"Chaehui, do me a favor. It's been a while since a girl sucked on me... heh."
"..........."
When she hesitated, the TA played his trump card.
"Let's have a drink with Gyeongsu next time. If he keeps going to school..."
"..............!"
Her heart pounded again. For Gyeongsu... for herself... She turned her head toward the TA's nipple. He sat cross-legged, so she knelt, placed both hands on the floor, and leaned forward. In the videos they watched, when the heroine sucked a man's nipple or cock like this, another man would take her from behind. The other two seniors stared at her arched back and imagined gripping her waist while thrusting into her.
Her tongue touched the TA's nipple.
"Khh... so warm. Gyeongsu's lucky. Your girlfriend's tongue is seriously lewd... Do this for Gyeongsu tomorrow too. We feel bad, you know... Ohh... so good..."
She licked up and down. Though the motion was simple, the pleasure overwhelmed him. He watched her innocent face, so at odds with her seductive features, as she extended her tongue. Glancing behind her, he saw her waist and hips sway gently. If he just lifted that skirt...
The TA signaled the others with his eyes.
"Chaehui, you know you can't move during the penalty, right?"
"...........?"
She nodded slightly, tongue still on his nipple. Then one senior moved behind her and grabbed the hem of her skirt.
"...........!"
She tried to look back, but the TA held her face with both hands.
"The minute isn't up yet. If you take your tongue off, we start over."
"..........."
She had no choice but to keep licking while reaching one hand back to hold her skirt down. The senior was faster. He flipped it up.
"Ooh!"
The men gasped. After already making her remove her panties, they were now staring at her bare skin. She quickly covered herself with her hands, but they only hid her anus and the hair below. Her large, soft, plump buttocks still jiggled visibly. Tears welled in her eyes.
Seeing them, the TA announced, "One minute's up!"
She pulled away, yanked her skirt down, and collapsed onto the floor, on the verge of sobbing. This was the first time men had seen her like this since the delinquents had pulled down her gym clothes and panties in school. Even the thug Choi Donggu had only groped her over her panties—he had never stripped her.
"Hey, Chaehui, it's fine. Can't we seniors look at our junior's ass a little? If you're upset, we'll show you ours too."
They laughed loudly and moved on to the next round. The wife, eyes brimming with tears, drew her stick. Number three.
"Alright, this time... number two is..."
The TA, now King, ordered the other senior to receive service.
"Number three, suck on the chest for one minute."
"..........Ah..."
Despair washed over her. She would have to have her breasts sucked.
"What? Number three is Chaehui? Holy shit, what luck! I get to suck Chaehui's tits? Before Gyeongsu? Damn, Gyeongsu, I'm so sorry."
The seniors erupted in excitement. Just then, her phone vibrated inside her bag. She finally snapped back to reality. It was already past eleven. She had never stayed out this late without contacting home. I had messaged her several times, and her parents had too, but she hadn't checked her phone. While the men imagined her breasts exposed and being sucked, she answered a call from her father.
"Hello..."
His voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. The seniors tensed slightly.
"I'm sorry, Dad... I was with my seniors..."
She glanced at them.
"We were working on an assignment..."
She lied. Raised in a devout Christian household, she had never deceived her parents before.
"Yes... I understand... I'm sorry... I'll come home right now..."
She hung up, looked at the seniors, grabbed her bag, and stood.
"I... I'm sorry... I have to go right away..."
They were disappointed, but realized they couldn't keep her any longer. They were university students, not gangsters... though what they had already done was no different from thuggery. Distracted by her father's call, she forgot to collect her discarded panties and bra. She simply stood, took her bag, and put on her shoes.
The TA followed her out under the pretense of seeing her off. They walked to the elevator. His apartment was on the fourth floor; the elevator was coming up from the basement. He looked around, then grabbed her wrist.
"Come here."
He pulled her toward the emergency staircase, pressed her against the wall, and kissed her.
"Mmph!! No... Oppa..."
She turned her head, resisting.
"Chaehui, stay still. Let's do it properly."
"No... Oppa... Please, no..."
When her resistance continued, he played his hidden card again.
"Think about Gyeongsu."
"...........!"
Strength drained from her body. Smirking, he pressed his lips to hers and slipped his tongue inside.
"Mmm... Mmm... You have to do it too."
Though passive, she wrapped her soft tongue around his. Sensing her slight cooperation, he grew more aggressive, thrusting his tongue deeper and stirring it inside her mouth.
"Hnn...!!"
His hands seized her breasts. Startled, she widened her eyes, but he kept his closed, lost in the kiss as he sucked on her lips. He kneaded her F-cup breasts through the thin dress. Without a bra, they felt soft and yielding. It had been a long time since he had touched them properly. Her body reacted instinctively—not from pleasure, but from sheer physical response. Having already lost her lips and breasts to the delinquent Choi Donggu during her school years, she knew that being kissed and touched this way would make her feel something.
"Mmm... Hnn..."
Ding-dong! The elevator arrived, but the TA was greedy. One hand slid down to squeeze her buttocks over the skirt. The sensation was different again. He lowered both hands, gripping and kneading her ass while continuing to kiss her. She stood with her arms at her sides, letting him kiss her and grope her breasts and hips through her clothes.
If those seniors had more experience with women, she would have been gangbanged that night. But these men, freshly discharged from the military and still in their mid-twenties, lacked the nerve. Taking turns with a junior who had a boyfriend inside a studio apartment was a line they ultimately could not cross. So they sent her home that night.