Wife and Two Beasts (2)
"Haa..."
When she set down her glass, a rim of white beer foam clung to the corner of her mouth. A thin rivulet of it slid down the smooth line of her throat and disappeared into the soft swell of her breasts.
She can barely hold her liquor, and yet...
It wasn't only me. Jang-woo and Su-hyeok were watching her too, smiles playing at their lips, caught off guard by the sheer force of the gesture.
"Wow... Seung-yeon, that's impressive."
Su-hyeok said it in a voice full of genuine surprise. My wife wiped the foam from her mouth, her face already flushing a pleasant pink, as if the compliment had gone straight to her head.
"Honey. Are you okay?"
"Alright. Now tell us."
Even my worried question couldn't pull her gaze away from Jang-woo. There was a faint heat in her cheeks and a smile at the edge of her mouth that somehow looked almost proud of itself.
"I had no idea you could drink like that."
Jang-woo asked it back with that oily, knowing grin of his.
Sly fox bastard.
She was already a little past her limit. The pale skin of her face was flushing hotter by the second.
"Come on~ Tell me already."
Her voice had gone soft and coaxing — nothing like the composed, refined woman she usually was.
"Then come a little closer for a second."
From across the table, Jang-woo gestured for her to lean in toward him.
"Huh?"
She didn't seem to understand the signal and asked again.
This bastard. What is he trying to pull now?
"I should only tell Seung-yeon, right? That's only fair."
"What? Tell me too!"
Su-hyeok, who'd been listening, whined at Jang-woo. But Jang-woo ignored him completely and kept motioning my wife closer.
"Ah..."
Her body folded forward over the table. In nothing but a low-cut black tank top, her breasts shifted and pressed together as she leaned in.
Fuck... if she leans like that, they'll see everything.
As if something had taken hold of her, she obeyed Jang-woo without hesitation. Her hands braced on the tabletop, her face drawing closer and closer to his.
I could feel both Jang-woo's and Su-hyeok's eyes sliding down into the soft, swaying valley of her chest.
Is she even wearing a bra...?
The thought that her pink areolae might be visible made my pulse jump with a sudden, anxious urgency.
"....."
As her face came near, Jang-woo paused. He looked at her with a lingering, heavy gaze — as if he were breathing in the warm scent rising from her skin — while her face burned red in front of him.
This son of a bitch. What kind of game is he playing?
Without realizing it, I had clenched my fists; sweat was already dampening my palms. To anyone watching from the side, it might have looked like nothing at all. But knowing what had already passed between the two of them, the scene itself felt indecent.
Like children playing house. Watching the wife I loved and Jang-woo like this made my heart twist in on itself.
Jang-woo leaned in and whispered something against her ear. The breath from his mouth seemed to raise goosebumps along the soft skin of her neck.
".....What?"
Her eyes went wide at whatever he had said. She looked back and forth between Jang-woo and me as if she couldn't believe it.
What the hell did he just tell her...
"I'm kidding."
"You scared me. God..."
At his words, her expression brightened and loosened at once. Her full breasts rose and fell as she settled back into the seat beside me.
What if the name that came out of Jang-woo's mouth was my wife's? If that were really true...
Remembering the way her eyes had trembled at his whisper sent a strange, dark thrill rolling through me.
If the name that left his lips really had been my wife's... even if it had been her name — would I have been able to stop him?
"Babe... you look exhausted."
It was already past midnight. Our drinking session showed no sign of ending. After the shock of seeing my wife's phone the night before, I hadn't slept at all — just being awake at this hour felt like a minor miracle.
They poured drink after drink without pause, jumping from one topic to the next, while I sat and watched and kept filling my own glass in silence.
"Do you want to go in first?"
She looked at me with genuine concern. Her face was flushed with drink, heat blooming across her cheeks, and she looked so lovely it almost hurt.
"Maybe I should...?"
The truth was I had nothing left. An all-nighter, then driving, then shopping alone on top of it. Past thirty, staying up two nights in a row was already close to a miracle.
Jang-woo, Su-hyeok, and the wife I loved all still looked perfectly fine.
Youth really is something...
"Hyung, go on into the room first. There's a bed in the small room — rest there for a bit."
Jang-woo, pleasantly drunk and in high spirits, said it as if he were being considerate.
You stay the hell out of it, you bastard — I wanted to shout it, but I didn't have the strength left for another round of sparring with him.
"Alright... I'll go in first."
Leaving my wife alone with them made me uneasy, but Jang-woo wasn't the only one there. Last time had been a special case, I told myself. I made myself believe it.
"Huu..."
The moment I entered the room, I dropped onto the bed. Maybe it was the few beers I'd had — my body, warm with alcohol, seemed to melt into the mattress. My limbs felt so heavy I thought the bed might sink under me.
It'll be fine...
For a moment, the image of my wife in a bikini rose unbidden. Her, laughing and splashing between Jang-woo and Su-hyeok. With every movement, her wet breasts bounced and swayed.
She had been the picture of a woman in her twenties at her ripest — laughing openly, body on full display. She had been so beautiful that every man who passed had turned to look at her at least once.
Yeah... maybe this is just something I have to live with. The way Jang-woo and Su-hyeok look at my wife — maybe that's my fault for having a wife that pretty.
The alcohol was doing its work; all kinds of stray thoughts floated up. Before long it felt as if my body were sinking into the bed the way a person sinks into deep water.
....
"This is way too strong...?"
"Come on. You lost, so you have to do what it says."
"Still... this is a bit..."
"Then hurry up and drink."
How much time had passed? Voices started to filter into my ears and pull me out of a deep sleep. I forced my eyes open, but I couldn't see a thing. Someone must have turned the lights off on the way out — the room was completely dark.
Huu... my head hurts.
A throbbing headache seemed to light up every nerve I had.
"Shh... you'll wake hyung. Keep it down."
That was Su-hyeok's voice. They must have moved the drinking inside; the party was still going.
Kids these days. Unbelievable.
But where's Seung-yeon?
A sudden worry for my wife made me push myself up and fumble around the room.
Where's the light switch...
Surely my loving wife had turned the lights off so I could sleep properly.
"Seung-yeon. Take it off already..."
What?
The voice from outside snagged hard in my ear. Jang-woo's low, thick voice — thick with drink, and threaded through with a strange, unmistakable excitement.
"Ah... seriously... this is so embarrassing... isn't there a black knight?"
Black knight? Are they playing a game?
My wife's voice came next, her tongue already a little loose from the alcohol. I had never seen her this drunk before.
"Come on. We already took everything off."
Su-hyeok's voice, half-whining, half-pushing her.
Take off? Take what off?
"Th-then... close your eyes for a second."
Her voice was shaking. Even from a distance I could hear how wound up she was.
"Alright. Hurry. I'm timing you."
"Haa... seriously..."
A hot breath slipped out between her lips. She sounded cornered, hesitating over what she had to do next.
What the hell are they doing out there.
A soft sliding sound...
Something being peeled away. No — the sound of someone taking something off herself.
"Whoa...."
"Kyaah... so embarrassing."
A man's low exclamation crossed with my wife's flustered, shame-filled words.
"You're so pretty. How are you this firm?"
Su-hyeok, thoroughly drunk, said it to her in a voice thick with excitement.
"Don't... don't say things like that."
She scolded him — but there was something else under her voice. A current of excitement she couldn't quite hide.
"Magnificent."
Then Jang-woo's deep voice, following right after.
"That's enough... let's stop here..."
"Come on, that doesn't make sense. We're already down to nothing but bare legs."
What!?
Su-hyeok's words snapped me fully awake. The fog of sleep burned off in an instant; my mind went sharp and cold.
Seung-yeon. What are you doing right now?
"Alright. Roll the dice."
"Please. Please, just one more clothing penalty!"
They had somehow brought dice and were deep into some kind of game.
Should I go out there right now?
I stood at the door, listening, and the whole situation had become impossibly awkward.
"Yes!"
"Ah, shit...."
Two men's triumphant shouts mixed with my wife's long, heavy sigh.
What is it...?
I caught myself feeling a sudden, unwelcome curiosity.
What did they roll?
"I really can't do this..."
"Then choose. Top or bottom. Just one of the two is fine."
At her refusal, Jang-woo laid down the rule. Even then, a thick breath slipped from her mouth.
Her tongue was already thick and clumsy. I had never seen my wife this far gone on alcohol.
I swallowed.
Waiting for what she would do next, a sweet rush of saliva filled my mouth.
"Hurry up. Or are you going to drink all of this?"
Su-hyeok's voice trembled as he pressed her.
"J-just a second. Be a black knight for me. Just once."
Her voice was urgent now.
"Not this time. If you land on it again, we'll think about it."
"Ha... I really can't drink this..."
"If you don't drink, it's two glasses. Counting down. Five... four..."
"W-wait a second!"
A hard swallow.
"Ha... I'll do it..."
She was standing up. My hand tightened on the doorknob.
A soft rustle....
Then a dull little thud.
Something fell limply from my wife's body onto the floor.