Episode 15: The First Three-Way Meeting
Episode 15) The First Three-Way Meeting
Although Da-hee had given permission for the guest man, when it actually came time to proceed, I found myself unexpectedly anxious. Work at the company had piled up since Assistant Manager Ara resigned, and without realizing it, I kept postponing the three-way meeting day by day. Before I knew it, a whole month had passed.
"Would you two be available this Friday?"
Then came Seong-yeol's sudden proposal. Right—if I didn't go through with this rare permission, it would all end up being for nothing. After checking Da-hee's schedule, I immediately agreed to Seong-yeol's suggestion.
"Yes, that works."
"How about a fusion restaurant near Gwanghwamun? There's a quiet spot perfect for intimate conversation. I've had good experiences there before with similar meetings."
"Sounds good."
That evening, I returned home and told Da-hee about the meeting. She seemed flustered all over again, but she relaxed slightly when I said, "If you don't like him after meeting, we'll just have dinner and leave." Then she asked:
"What's he like?"
"He's a private investor. A little younger than us. Handsome, looks fit."
"He's not... weird, is he?"
"Well, weird is relative—you and I aren't exactly normal either. But he doesn't seem like a thug or a scammer."
Da-hee sighed softly. "Hmm." Then: "What's his name?"
It wasn't a common name, so I wondered if she might recognize it. But when I said "Kang Seong-yeol," her expression didn't change. She was just confirming.
"If we meet and he's really awful or creepy, I'm just having dinner and leaving. I won't even drink."
"Yeah."
"And... are you really okay with this, oppa? What if I end up completely falling for him? What would you do?"
At that moment, I remembered his words: "If she's the type to leave you for me, she would've betrayed you for someone else eventually anyway." I just smiled and said:
"I trust you, Da-hee. And I'm always grateful to you for indulging my ridiculous desires."
When she pouted, I added:
"And if... just if, you really like this new guy and want to switch, you can. You're the most important person in my life. If it's for your happiness, I can step aside."
Da-hee clenched her fist and protested, "Ugh, you should still try to keep me!" But I meant every word.
Then came Friday morning. I hadn't slept well the night before. I'd had a dirty dream about Da-hee.
Slap, slap.
The sound of skin against skin as Da-hee moved, sweating. She paused mid-thrust, lips parting slightly.
"Oppa."
"Yeah?"
She smiled awkwardly.
"I don't know what to do."
"About what?"
Then, with a slightly troubled expression, she said:
"Sex with you... isn't fun anymore."
My chest sank. She slid off me, pulling my cock out of her pussy. The sudden emptiness, the heat of penetration dissipating into the air. But Da-hee sat up, searching for her panties and slipping them on as she said:
"I'm going to his place now."
In the dream, I stared at her blankly.
"Right now? Out of nowhere?"
But dream-Da-hee just chuckled.
"I know it sounds crazy, but the more I do it with you, the more frustrated I get. Sorry."
As I tried to protest, the scene shifted.
"You're so sexy."
When I called her sexy, she gave me a strange look before saying:
"You should be thanking Seong-yeol today, Dong-jae oppa."
"Why?"
Instead of answering, she rolled her hips in a figure-eight motion, sending waves of pleasure through me. Her technique—rhythmic yet subtly adjusting angles—made me gasp.
"He said he had plans tonight and might be late, so he told me to come sleep with you."
So it wasn't for our anniversary. A little disappointed, I asked:
"Do you know what today is?"
She blinked, then—as if belatedly remembering—made an "oops" face before smirking.
"Does that matter?"
As I started to say "Of course it—" she spread her legs wider, thrusting deeper, and whispered in my ear:
"Oppa, repeat after me."
"What?"
"I—"
I didn't know where this was going, but the pleasure forced me to obey.
"I—"
"—give Yang Da-hee—"
"—give Yang Da-hee—"
"—to Kang Seong-yeol."
I hesitated, but another wave of pleasure made me relent.
"—to Kang Seong-yeol."
Da-hee moaned, savoring the words, then licked my ear.
"Stop getting confused, oppa. We're not lovers anymore."
As I tried to ask "Then what are we?"—the scene shifted again.
This time, Da-hee's expression was brighter, but the tribal tattoo on her arm and her crimson lips felt unlike her. My chest tightened.
"Hey, pushover. You like watching your ex get railed by another man?"
Were they having sex while I watched? Her taunts continued.
"Can't even keep your arms up? A pushover should act like one. Look at you, leaking pre-cum in that chastity belt—disgusting. How's the vibrating dildo in your ass? Feels good, right? That's the one I used, so clench tight."
...No. This can't be happening.
Now she looked older—maybe a few years—her belly slightly rounded. No, she was pregnant, grinding against some well-built man in her underwear.
"Baby."
But the voice that answered wasn't mine.
"Yeah?"
She stared at him for a long moment before asking:
"What... are we going to do about the baby?"
An unplanned pregnancy? Could it be mine? But the man's annoyed reply crushed me.
"You got knocked up in a gangbang group chat and expect me to take responsibility? Are you insane?"
The faint smile on Da-hee's tear-streaked face vanished. Soon, her eyes welled up, but neither spoke.
This time, tattoos covered her body as she rocked her hips in some dingy motel room. Still sexy, but older.
"Hey, old man. I'm the best, right?"
Ah... fuck, no. This isn't happening.
"Damn right, our Da-hee's the best. Even an old limp dick like me gets treated right."
Pleased by the old man's praise, she licked her lips and said greedily:
"Then... can you tip me an extra 10,000 won? Today's your pension day, right?"
But the old man was no fool.
"Tch, no. I've got bills too. Stick to the deal."
Still, Da-hee wasn't one to give up.
"I'll let you creampie me, old man—no, oppa. If I get pregnant, I'll even have the baby for you. How's that?"
At the offer of a creampie and even a child, the old man's eyes gleamed. Both knew it was empty talk, but it worked. After some thought, he countered:
"Fine. 5,000 won extra."
5,000 won? I wanted to argue, but Da-hee looked thrilled.
"Deal. You'll really give me 5,000?"
"Yeah, now work that ass harder."
"Honestly, you're lucky. No one rides you like I do."
"An old dick like mine dies if it rests for even 10 seconds."
Da-hee laughed and bucked harder.
"Getting creampied for 35,000 won is such a rip-off."
I wanted to scream—35,000 won for that?! But dream economics were different. No, more importantly—this future couldn't happen. Not like this...
It was a dream. When I woke up, Da-hee was sitting there completely naked, staring at me with an expression that seemed to say, What the hell?
"Why?"
When I asked, Da-hee snorted and shot back, "That's my question. What kind of dream were you even having?"
Huh? As I scratched my head in confusion, she smirked and said,
"I woke up about ten minutes ago, and you were hard as a rock, muttering my name in your sleep. I figured you must've been having some kind of dirty dream, so I gave you a little help down there."
I glanced below my waist and, sure enough, my cock was glistening with her saliva. So that's why I had that kind of dream.
"But then you started saying weird stuff like, 'You shouldn't sell yourself to some old man for pocket change.'"
Ah...
"Seriously, what kind of dream was that?"
I hesitated to answer. Da-hee shook her head and then asked,
"You're not lying to me about meeting that 'guest man' today, are you? You're not secretly going to see some grandpa instead?"
"No, of course not."
She gave me a sharp look, but I shook my head again.
"I guess I was just tense and had a weird dream. What time is it, anyway?"
"It's about time to get up."
Ugh... I felt overwhelmingly tired again.
"Just five more minutes."
Work ended. Da-hee said she might be a little late and told me to go ahead to the meeting spot. It felt a bit odd for us to arrive separately in this kind of situation, but what could I do? I confirmed the location with her one more time and headed out first.
"Nice to see you. Da-hee said she might be a little late—sorry about that."
"Hello, no problem at all."
He was dressed in a suit this time, unlike before—clearly aiming to appeal more to Da-hee's tastes. He seemed slightly embarrassed as he spoke.
"I don't usually wear suits, so it feels a bit awkward. But since this is our first time meeting as a trio, I thought I should dress up a little."
"It looks good on you."
"Still, I don't want to come off too stiff, so maybe I should take off the tie and jacket."
I didn't think it was necessary, but I didn't argue.
"Sure."
While waiting for Da-hee, I went over some things with Seong-yeol—what Da-hee liked, what she disliked, topics to avoid—basically a refresher on how to approach her. Since she was running late, we went ahead and ordered. When I finally looked at the menu, the prices were staggering. Seong-yeol ordered the most expensive course and some sake.
About ten minutes later, just as the first dishes arrived, Da-hee showed up.
I was about to greet her warmly when I noticed something—the faint smile on her face the moment she saw Seong-yeol. And the way his eyes lit up when he saw her.
"Hello, I'm Yang Da-hee. Sorry I'm late."
The scent of her perfume and makeup lingered in the air, and her hair was styled a bit more carefully than usual. Had she stopped by a salon right after work? She had clearly put in extra effort tonight.
"No worries at all. We already ordered, but I hope that's okay with you."
"Oh, I'm fine with anything, haha."
The light ice-breaking and subsequent meal. And in the midst of it, I could sense it instinctively—the spark of attraction between two people who had just met.
"Oppa, did you really tell him about my first love?"
"Well, we got to talking... Honesty is the best policy, right?"
Before I knew it, it was 8:30 PM. Da-hee, who had claimed she wouldn't drink, had already downed a few glasses of sake. 'Surely nothing's going to happen on the first night,' I thought rationally, but deep down, all three of us were probably hoping for something.
The first meeting with the "guest man." Logically, it should've been nerve-wracking and awkward, but Seong-yeol was undeniably smooth in these situations. He had a way of effortlessly disarming people.
'This is something fundamental.'
More than just conversation skills or charm, it was an innate ability to set the mood.
"We've had enough drinks and food for now. We have some important matters to discuss, so please make sure the staff doesn't come in for the next 30 minutes. We'll call if we need anything."
"Understood."
Seong-yeol dismissed the waiter, and once the door closed, he continued.
"Now, to get to the main point... Ultimately, the final decision is up to the two of you, but if I may share my thoughts—Da-hee, you're incredibly attractive. More than I even expected."
Da-hee glanced at me briefly. She didn't seem opposed.
"I've heard you two have already had some experience with a 'guest man' before, and that you've explored quite a bit together. Given that you're in a committed relationship and even considering marriage, I think it'd be nice to have one last thrilling experience before tying the knot."
Then he asked, "Da-hee, is there anything specific you'd like? Or anything you absolutely wouldn't want?"
Da-hee shot me another look. I joked,
"What, you don't want me here?"
Both she and Seong-yeol chuckled. Then I said,
"I'll excuse myself to the restroom for a bit,"
and stepped out to give them space.
I couldn't read Da-hee's expression as I left.
I took my time in the bathroom, even stepping outside to call my mom.
"Calling out of the blue? My son's finally growing up."
I couldn't exactly tell her I was giving my girlfriend space to discuss intimate matters with another man.
"How's Da-hee?"
"She's good."
Mom sounded relieved, probably worried we'd broken up again—especially after what happened last time (because of Kang Tae-yang).
"Da-hee's been talking about marriage lately."
"Well, she's not exactly young anymore. Of course she'd want to settle down."
"She asked if I'd consider being a matrilocal son-in-law. Her dad's okay with it."
But I could tell Mom was conflicted. Our family couldn't contribute much financially, and she wouldn't want her son moving into someone else's household.
"Think it over carefully. If that's the only way, then so be it. Your dad started out living with my family too, you know."
"Yeah, and he hated being a matrilocal son-in-law. Grandpa wasn't thrilled either."
Mom hesitated before changing the subject.
"Did you eat yet?"
I brushed it off and headed back to the private room.
'Huh?'
To my surprise, Da-hee had taken off her top and was sitting there in just her bra.
Seong-yeol noticed my stunned expression and grinned.
"Dong-jae, Da-hee's fine with it. Would it be okay if I took her with me tonight?"
Wait... how did things escalate this fast?
As I hesitated, Da-hee, her face flushed from the alcohol, murmured,
"Oppa said it was okay."
Hearing that, I figured it was for the best.
"Mind if I come along?"
< To be continued >