Park Stroll 4
The afternoon sun beat down mercilessly on Sunday in the city center. "Wow, it's so hot... right, oppa?"
"Yeah, it really is."
Traffic had been heavier than expected, so we arrived in the city later than planned. But luck was on our side—there was one empty spot in the public parking lot. I quickly pulled in, and my wife and I stepped through the entrance to the city park.
Even though it was still technically summer, the weather felt hotter than I'd anticipated. Both my wife and I were already starting to sweat a little.
"There are so many people here."
"I know. Good thing we listened to you and left early, oppa. If we'd headed out any later, we'd still be stuck on the road."
"I looked at that festival pamphlet they handed us at the entrance earlier. The performance by that singer you like is still a while away. Want to grab lunch first?"
"Let's do that. Actually, I looked up some popular restaurants in the city yesterday. There's this Western place that supposedly has amazing pasta."
"Sounds good. Let's go there."
I followed wherever my wife led through the bustling city streets. She walked a few steps ahead of me, eyes glued to the map app on her phone. I trailed behind, my gaze fixed on her from the back.
What I saw was the perfect image of her in a beige ankle-length long dress embroidered with delicate floral patterns. It looked absolutely stunning against the bright, sunny weather. The only slight disappointment was that it wasn't a shorter skirt or something more revealing, but even so, the sight of her from behind was more than enough to delight my eyes.
Her dress had a loose, flowing fit with a light, airy skirt. Yet her plump, angry-looking ass seemed to reject the garment's modesty entirely. With every step she took, those cheeks swayed seductively from side to side, proudly displaying their presence. Paradoxically, the sensual silhouette of her hips visible beneath the loose fabric felt far more obscene than if she'd been wearing something tight.
And that wasn't all. Whenever sunlight pierced through the thin material of her dress, I could clearly make out the outline of her panties hugging the curve of her ass—like a pair of perky duck tails. Of course, my wife had no idea about any of this. She just kept walking ahead with determination, completely unaware. Every detail of the scene sent secret thrills of arousal through anyone watching her from behind.
"Thank god she wore white panties that match the color of her dress. If she'd picked black or some brighter color, people would've noticed not just the panty lines but the color too... What a shame, though?"
"Ha... I really shouldn't be thinking like this..."
As her husband—the one person who should have been most concerned about protecting her modesty—I wasn't thinking about covering her up at all. Instead, I felt disappointed that her panties blended so seamlessly with the dress. Once again, I realized that ever since discovering Heaven Net, I'd crossed a river from which there was no return. My standards for sex had changed irreversibly.
The old me would have felt irritation and discomfort in this situation. But the current me? I was simply, unbearably excited. Whether I intended it or not, a dangerous thought kept creeping in—that I wanted even more men to see my wife's defenseless, vulnerable form.
Yes. Maybe it was accurate to say that dopamine was slowly devouring my reason.
Lost in those thoughts, I finally tore my eyes away from my wife's backside and noticed I wasn't the only one enjoying the view. The city streets were packed with festival-goers, but an unusual number of men seemed to be clustered around us. I understood why immediately. They, like me, were devouring the sight of my wife's unguarded rear while she focused on her phone map. Their eyes licked and savored every inch of her.
Most of them were young men. But there were also middle-aged fathers who looked like they'd come with their families, and even elderly grandfathers mixed into the crowd. All of them were sneaking furtive glances, stealing as many mental snapshots of her swaying ass as they could.
"Doesn't that old man feel ashamed in front of his son and grandson? Or does it just mean my wife is that arousing to him...? Well, even I have to admit her backside is violently sexy enough to take your breath away. I can't really blame him..."
I shot the old man a disdainful look as he continued staring, then turned my attention back to my wife and kept walking.
Before long, we must have reached the Western restaurant she'd mentioned. My wife stopped, turned her head back toward me, and said with a bright smile, "Oppa~ We're here. This is the place."
"Hmm?"
I looked up at the building she was pointing to and suddenly lost my voice. The restaurant was located in the building right next to the one where that pub was—the same pub my wife and her friend had visited together last time.
When I didn't say anything and just stood there thinking, my wife came closer and asked, "Oppa, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's nothing. Shall we go in?"
And so we entered the Western restaurant my wife had chosen. The interior was surprisingly spacious, with large floor-to-ceiling windows that gave it an open, comfortable atmosphere. The staff guided us to a table by the window. We ordered one pasta and one steak to share.
While waiting for our food, we gazed out at the city street beyond the glass. After a moment of silence, I finally spoke.
"By the way, have you been keeping in touch with Ha-jeong since that day you hung out and she dropped you off?"
"Yeah. We're pretty close, so we've texted a few times since then."
"Really? I only saw her briefly when she brought you home that night, but she seemed like the type people call an 'insider' these days. Very outgoing."
"Hehe, she wasn't always like that, oppa."
"No?"
"Nope. The first time I met Ha-jeong was when we started college. Back then she was really timid and passive. Just like me."
"Really? That's hard to imagine..."
I was genuinely confused. The image of Ha-jeong my wife was describing didn't match the confident woman I'd seen at all. My wife noticed my expression and continued.
"She stayed that way all the way until graduation. Then I got a job at the pharmaceutical company right after, as you know. Ha-jeong said she wanted to rest her body and mind for a while, so she went to Australia for a working holiday."
I listened quietly, taking in every word.
"While I was dating you, she finished her working holiday and came back to Korea. I was so happy to see her. She's one of my very few close friends. But when we met up... she'd completely changed. Her personality was totally different."
"I see. How did she change so much?"
"The last time we met and were chatting, she told me about it. When she first arrived in Australia, she had no money, so she obviously needed to work, right?"
"Right."
"The first job she found was at this big restaurant. While working there, she got really close with the other staff. Even though she was a foreigner, both the male and female employees welcomed her warmly, talked to her first, and treated her kindly. That helped her open up quickly..."
"I see. And then?"
"One day before closing, the staff invited her to go clubbing with them. At that point, Ha-jeong had only been to a club once, if at all. She barely knew anything about nightlife. But she went along... and she said it was the most fun experience of her life up to that point."
I was starting to understand how Ha-jeong had transformed into such an outgoing person. My wife kept talking.
"After that, she started going to clubs with those coworkers at least twice a week. They also looked for other fun activities and entertainment. At first, the female staff went along too, but eventually they got tired of the nightlife or couldn't keep up physically. So gradually they dropped out. In the end, it was mostly just her hanging out with the male employees."
"So that's what happened."
"Yeah. Ha-jeong says she's truly grateful to those coworkers for helping her overcome her shy personality. They're still really close. She told them to contact her if they ever visit Korea."
"Then... does that mean you're her only Korean friend?"
"Hmm... I'm not sure. It seems like she doesn't have many Korean friends. When she came back, she said she barely had anyone to talk to about her worries. And I was busy dating you, so she felt awkward reaching out..."
My wife looked genuinely worried about her friend. Since Ha-jeong didn't seem like a bad person to me either, I told her, "You should keep being a good friend to her, Yu-jin. Stay close."
"Of course! She's one of my only real friends."
"If you want, invite her over to our place sometime. Or we can all grab a meal together. Let's make it happen."
"Heehee. That's why I love you, oppa. You're such a deep, thoughtful person."
Our food arrived while we were talking. We ate a simple meal together, then stepped back outside the building.
"Shall we head to the festival now?"
"Yes. Let's go, oppa."
Side by side, fingers interlaced like any other couple, we walked hand in hand toward the park where the festival was in full swing...