A Toast on the Virgin Road
Sua's wedding was a perfect piece of theater: chandeliers spilling light, guests breaking into applause, and that paradoxical path that went by the name of the Virgin Road.
Sua walked it wearing the purest smile in the world, yet when she brushed past the man's table, the finest crack ran through the mask. Not happiness—a secret look of submission, sent to her master. He lifted his champagne in a light toast to that holy thrill of sacrilege.
"She's lovely, isn't she?"
At Hyerin's question he tipped the glass and answered in a low voice.
"Hard to say. More than the dress, I think the trace soaking that pure white cloth and running down her thigh right now would be the more beautiful thing."
Hyerin shot him a sidelong glance. At the same table, Hyunju and Jiin could not even answer. Beneath the cloth they pressed their knees desperately together, breaking into a cold sweat as they endured the intermittent jerking of their hips.
The moment Sua took the groom's hand, the man rose.
"Leaving already?"
"Something more entertaining just turned up."
Smiling, he drew a small switch from his pocket and set it in Hyerin's palm. She took it from him with the tip of her tongue just showing, and a dangerous light came into her eyes.
"Manage them well. I'll be inspecting later. Couldn't say when."
"Yes. I'll train them properly."
Hyerin smiled brightly up at him. He, though, was already looking at one of the guest tables, where a young couple who looked like newlyweds sat.
"Newlyweds would be even more fun."
Murmuring that, he started slowly toward the table. When he arrived, every guest but the young couple stood and gave up their seats. The couple looked around in bewilderment, but the people around them simply rose as if it were the most natural thing and drifted away.
"Excuse me. This seat's free, isn't it?"
He drew out the empty chair and joined them as if he belonged there. Jihoon answered with an awkward smile.
"Ah, yes... everyone suddenly left... Please, sit."
"Are the two of you newlyweds? You seem to be in a wonderful mood."
"Yes. It's been about three months since we married. Our hundred-day anniversary is coming up."
Shy at the compliment, Jihoon scratched his head. Beside him, the woman with her arm lightly linked through his—Minkyung—flushed a little as well, as if embarrassed. She tilted her head against his arm, and the gesture looked tender.
"I see. You must have done the newlywed home up beautifully."
"We did. Luckily we found a place close to both our jobs, so it worked out perfectly."
"I'd love to see it. Would that be all right?"
As he spoke, he met Minkyung's eyes with a gentle look. Her head and arm fell away from Jihoon. She looked at the man and offered him a small smile. Smiling back, he poured champagne into his own glass.
"Of course. I was hoping to invite you to a housewarming anyway."
Jihoon agreed at once. At that the man smiled and filled Minkyung's glass to the brim as well, until the clear, pale liquid stood level with the rim.
"Your husband has to drive, so please forgive me for pouring only for your wife."
With that, he gave Minkyung a small wink. She blushed a little deeper, nodded, and drew the glass he had poured toward herself.
"Of course. Ah—I'm Jihoon, and my wife is Minkyung. Please, call us whatever's comfortable."
He still answered with open cheer. The man nodded and slowly stretched out his legs. In the dark hidden beneath the table's fall, the tip of his shoe tapped Minkyung's ankle. She flinched and looked at him, but he was chatting with Jihoon as if nothing at all were happening. His foot did not stop. It traveled over the smooth stockings, brushed her calf, and soon pressed into the soft skin inside her knee.
"Hnn..."
Minkyung's face grew redder still. But instead of closing her legs, she slowly spread her knees apart beneath the cloth, so his foot could come in more easily. Watching her, he wore a satisfied smile. Her face had flushed like a ripe persimmon, and heated breaths were slipping from her lips, by the time Sua's wedding finally came to an end.
The man and Jihoon stood in turn. Minkyung tried to rise, swayed, and caught her husband's arm. Seeing her reddened face, Jihoon asked in worry.
"What's wrong? Are you sick?"
"No. I just got dizzy for a second."
Her answer seemed to reassure him. He turned to the man.
"Please wait here a moment. I'll bring the car around. When I call my wife, come down together."
With that he disappeared down the stairs toward the parking garage. Left behind, Minkyung's legs gave out, and she collapsed against the man's shoulder. His hand was just about to circle her waist as if it belonged there when someone called out in recognition.
"Oh my?"
At the familiar voice he turned, and there stood Eunchae and Mikyung with a man. Eunchae wore not pure white but a pretty, stylish two-piece; Mikyung, an elegant traditional hanbok; and beside them Eunchae's husband smiled with bright, unknowing ease. The man tilted his head, then greeted them warmly.
"Well. It's been a while, both of you. What brings you here?"
At his brazenly pleasant greeting, Eunchae smiled and answered.
"The bride was a classmate of mine at university. She's close with my mother too, so we came together. Ah—this is my husband."
"Ah, you were classmates with Sua?"
He asked it back, eyes lighting. Eunchae only smiled once, then introduced her husband. While the husband bent his head slightly in greeting, Eunchae, hidden behind him, slipped out her tongue and licked her lips so she would not be caught. Mikyung, standing beside her, was no different; with a strange look in her eyes she quietly swept her gaze over the man's lower body. Then Eunchae's eyes fixed on Minkyung, nestled in his arms.
"Is she your girlfriend?"
Eunchae asked, glancing at Minkyung. For some reason there was an edge in her voice. Minkyung hurriedly pulled away from the man and shook her head.
"No. You've got the wrong idea."
She denied it even with her hands. Eunchae's expression seemed to ease a little. Then Minkyung's phone rang—Jihoon, telling them to come down to the garage. The man offered Eunchae and Mikyung a small farewell and started for the stairs with Minkyung, and as he went he lightly took hold of her waist where Eunchae could see.
The moment they reached the underground garage, a luxury import sedan glided up. Jihoon rolled down the window and waved, all cheer.
"Get in! The back seat's roomy, so make yourselves comfortable."
The man opened the rear door and climbed in. Minkyung moved naturally toward the passenger seat.
Then he tossed the words out, casual as anything.
"Ma'am, why don't you ride in the back as well. We can talk on the way."
Startled, Jihoon stared blankly for a moment, then nodded.
"Ah, right. The guest might get bored, so you sit in the back, honey."
The man smiled faintly, nodded, and got into the back seat with Minkyung. The heavy scent of fine leather mixed with the smell of her skin.
"Oh, nice car. The ride's good. The feeling's very good too."
He said it while looking at the back of Jihoon's head. At the same time his hand was not on the soft leather but slowly stroking the inside of Minkyung's thigh. Her shoulders flinched. Instead of screaming, she clutched the seat belt with both hands like a lifeline.
"Well, I stretched a bit to buy it. It's our newlywed days—if not a car like this now, when would we ever?"
Jihoon met his eyes through the rearview mirror and laughed. Soon the car left the garage and climbed onto a road packed solid with traffic. It was early evening, and dusk lay over the street.
"Weekend traffic. Thanks to your consideration, at least I won't be bored."
He offered Jihoon his thanks and slowly rolled the hem of Minkyung's skirt upward. In the blind spot the mirror almost reached and did not, the ivory skirt bunched, laying her white thighs and mesh panties bare.
Jihoon worked the center console a few times, and the car filled with classical music. Humming under his breath, he watched the jammed road under the settling dusk.
"Doesn't look like this will clear anytime soon."
He said it with a glance at the man's eyes in the mirror. The man nodded, his expression mild.
"True. Minkyung looks a little carsick."
"Minkyung? Honey, are you all right?"
Jihoon looked at her through the mirror, worry thick in his voice. Her flushed face came into his eyes. But he did not turn around; he only gripped the wheel hard with both hands and watched her in the glass.
"I'm... fine. Ahn— a little dizzy, and I'm hot... hah... I'm... fine."
She clutched the belt with both hands, but her sweat-slick palms kept slipping, and she had to haul it back up again and again. Whenever a stimulation she could not bear struck her, she bit down hard on the sweat-soaked belt with her teeth.
"My wife doesn't usually get carsick. Could you take a look at her?"
Jihoon's voice was still full of worry. The man smiled and said he would.
"First I'll get this blouse off, so she can breathe more easily."
He leaned toward Minkyung and brought both hands to the blouse. From her pussy, something long and clear as a thread stretched, clung to his fingers, then beaded and fell. The drops soon stained the fabric. Drip. Drip. It felt less like undoing buttons than tearing them open. When the blouse was fully off, Minkyung let out a great sigh. Her black mesh-lace bra came into view, and the deep valley of her full breasts spilled outward.
"Much bigger than they look. No wonder. You must have been very uncomfortable."
He went on stripping the blouse completely away. A little calmer now, Minkyung moved her arms this way and that to help him. He draped what he had removed roughly over the back of the passenger seat.
The stains of her fluids, fallen and soaked in earlier, showed plain.
"How is it? Any better?"
Jihoon asked again. His voice was still worried, but his eyes stayed fixed on the mirror. Instead of answering, the man slipped a hand behind Minkyung's back and popped the bra hook open with one hand.
"You have to breathe deep for the carsickness to pass... this is a bit tight, that's all."
Click.
A bright metallic sound rang through the car. The moment the hook came free at his fingertips, the black mesh bra, stretched taut, spilled forward, limp. With his other hand he caught it, brought it to his nose, and drew in a breath. Minkyung's sweet body-scent seeped to the tip of his nose.
A soft thud. A slap.
Her full breasts swayed with gravity and met their freedom. There were no cabin lights in the dim car, but whenever a streetlamp swept past, her snow-white breasts and pink nipples, stiffened hard, showed clear. Having tossed the bra aside without care, he soon buried his face between her breasts and drank in her scent for a long while.
"From the smell, you're definitely not well. I'll give you a massage so the carsickness eases."
Lifting his face from her chest, he spoke with shameless ease and reached out. His fingers pinched her sensitive tips like tongs and twisted them, while his palms seized the soft breasts and kneaded them like dough.
"Hnngh...!"
Minkyung swallowed the cry and clutched the seat belt like a lifeline. But her body was honest. Every time he flicked a nipple or rubbed it with his fingers, her waist jerked up, and between her spread legs her fluids had already soaked the mesh panties and were soon dripping onto the seat.