Episode 89. Stage Two, Round Five
"It's... um... right in front... my husband..."
Yumin asked Seohyeon why she'd stopped moving, but in truth, he knew the reason all too well. After all, the direction they were facing and the position they'd taken were exactly as he'd intended.
Seohyeon sat astride Yumin's thigh as he perched on the edge of the bed, her back pressed to his chest, his thick cock buried deep inside her pussy. From where they were, the spot where their bodies joined was in plain, unmistakable view to Jeongho, who watched them from the square.
In that situation, when she'd started shaking her hips on her own and locked eyes with Jeongho for real, it was only natural for her to freeze.
This was Yumin's small token of gratitude to Jeongho—a way of sharing the pleasure of enjoying Seohyeon's body. Yumin always found complete satisfaction in her. So why shouldn't Jeongho enjoy it too, even if in a slightly different way?
Yumin wrapped his arms around Seohyeon from behind. One hand cupped and kneaded her breast while the other gently lifted her chin.
"Seohyeon noona. Lift your head."
"Yumin... it's embarrassing... My husband's... watching..."
Seohyeon tried to duck her head again, but Yumin wouldn't allow it. Holding her chin steady, he brought his lips close to her ear and murmured softly.
"Seohyeon noona. Don't look away... Open your eyes... And stare straight at Jeongho hyung... Just trust me this once."
His voice was gentle, almost hypnotic, caressing her heart. Seohyeon opened her eyes. Her wavering gaze fixed forward, meeting Jeongho's. He stared back without so much as a blink.
"What do you think? Does Jeongho hyung look like he hates seeing you connected to me like this? Like he despises it?"
"......No."
"Then does he seem like he wants to look away from us? Like he can't stand the sight?"
"......No."
Seohyeon and Jeongho were a couple who truly cherished and loved each other. Even now, in the present moment, that love burned strong. It was impossible for Seohyeon not to read the emotions in Jeongho's eyes, the gaze that spoke to her without words.
As far as she could tell, there was no disgust, rejection, or despair in his look. If anything, his faintly smoldering eyes held an inexplicable anticipation, a raw desire.
She couldn't pinpoint exactly what it meant. But one thing was clear: Jeongho didn't reject her like this, joined with Yumin. And vaguely, she sensed he wanted her to take it a step further.
"Then... shall we start again, Seohyeon noona?"
"......Yeah."
At Yumin's words, Seohyeon began slowly rocking her hips back and forth once more. His cock, plunged deep in her pussy, rubbed against her inner walls. Yumin's hand still cradled her chin, but she no longer needed it to keep her head up. Now, she met Jeongho's eyes on her own.
With their gazes locked, she picked up the pace, her hips bobbing faster. She lifted them high and slammed them down, her waist twisting in rhythm.
"Ahh... Ah... Aah..."
Each time she raised her hips, Yumin's cock slid out of her pussy, only to thrust back in when she dropped down. The sight of it plunging in and out was crystal clear to Jeongho straight ahead.
Yumin had no intention of revealing Jeongho's netorare fetish outright. He couldn't presumptuously expose something Jeongho himself hadn't confessed. But neither did he want Seohyeon to carry on with pointless guilt and apologies.
So he'd give her just a hint of Jeongho's true feelings. The result was this moment.
As her movements grew more intense, Seohyeon watched Jeongho—not turning away, not repulsed, but staring with even greater focus. Her heart eased. Sensing the mounting excitement in his eyes, she decided to be honest about her own pleasure, for both his sake and hers.
To feel more, to chase greater ecstasy, she rocked her hips faster, harder.
"Ahng... Aah... Aahng..."
Jeongho had been aroused from the moment their mission pairing was announced. Now, he felt like he was going mad. When Yumin and Seohyeon first sat on the bed's edge and began, the explicit view of their joining had thrilled him beyond measure.
But when their eyes met, he'd panicked a little, wondering if he should look away. He didn't want Seohyeon to catch how much he was getting off on seeing his wife in another man's arms.
Yet he couldn't tear his gaze from her. The moment their eyes locked, an unbearable surge of excitement hit him. In the end, he decided to stare straight back.
And Seohyeon no longer avoided his eyes. Though their bodies were apart, their hearts connected through that gaze. Then she started moving on her own.
Now, she wasn't just taking it passively from Yumin or sneaking around to avoid Jeongho's eyes. Half of Yumin's massive cock withdrew from her pussy before slamming back in all at once. She did it herself.
Jeongho and Seohyeon were always honest with each other—even in their most intimate moments. She never faked pleasure with him, never pretended to enjoy what she didn't. There was no need; she always felt it genuinely, and she never wanted to show him a false face.
"Ahng... Ahng... Aahng..."
Every time Yumin's cock thrust into her pussy, moans poured from Seohyeon's lips, growing louder. Jeongho, who'd been with her so long, knew these weren't performative—they were real, raw ecstasy spilling out naturally.
He watched without blinking, his cock—erect for ages now—swelling to the point of pain. Precum streamed from the tip, soaking his pants front beyond concealment.
But in his arousal-fogged state, reason numbed, such details barely registered. He wanted to yank down his pants, free his aching erection, grip it hard, and stroke furiously.
His last shred of rationality held him back. But the unquenchable excitement building faster and faster made him feel like he truly would lose his mind.
Yumin withdrew his hands, seeing Seohyeon now held her head high on her own, refusing to break eye contact with Jeongho. He wrapped both arms around her waist.
Until now, he'd left it to her. Time to lend a hand.
Matching the rise and fall of her hips, he rocked her waist up and down. With Yumin joining in, the thrusting turned ferocious—deeper, harder into her pussy.
"Aaahng... Ahng... Aaaahng..."
Seohyeon, who already felt more intensely than usual, couldn't hold back against the relentless pounding. With a loud cry, she climaxed. Her pussy clenched fiercely, amplifying the pleasure until she couldn't bear it, halting her hips' motion.
But Yumin wasn't done. He lifted her waist and slammed it down, continuing to pound her pussy. His own release built.
Tightening his embrace, he erupted deep inside her, flooding her with thick spurts of cum. Spent, he stayed buried to the hilt, holding her close as they caught their breath.
His crossed arms now lightly kneaded her heaving breasts. Through his palms, he felt her chest rising and falling rapidly, her heart pounding wildly. Her total surrender to him told him plainly: she'd felt it more intensely than ever.
Seohyeon slumped forward, head bowed—not to avoid Jeongho, but from sheer exhaustion, pleasure sapping her strength. Without Yumin's arms supporting her, she'd have collapsed entirely.
"Seohyeon noona... You seemed to feel it even more today than usual, huh?"
Yumin rested his chin on her shoulder, lips brushing her ear as he whispered.
"...Yumin... No... I didn't feel it more..."
Her denial was predictable. Of course she wouldn't admit it here.
"What do you mean no? Your pussy... it gripped my cock so tight today."
Seeing her like this—cute, evasive—stirred something playful and teasing in him. He pushed further with uncharacteristically crude words.
Seohyeon flushed crimson; she wasn't used to hearing such talk, let alone saying it.
"Really... it's not..."
Yumin lifted her chin again, forcing her eyes to meet Jeongho's.
"No, I'm right. It's because Jeongho hyung's watching, isn't it? Seeing my cock pounding your pussy like that... that's why you felt it more."
Each vulgar word in her ear made her pussy twitch and clench around him.
"See? Look—even now, your pussy's squeezing me so tight."
"Yumin... It's embarrassing... Don't say that..."
"Say what? 'Noona's pussy'? 'My cock'? Like that?"
"Yeah... Please stop..."
"Be honest, and I'll stop."
"......Honest?"
"You felt it more today, right? Say it straight."
"..........Yeah."
At her age, yet so adorably childlike—how was he supposed to handle this? Yumin flexed his still-hard cock inside her.
"Seohyeon noona. Let's go again. You take the lead this time too. You did great before."
"......Okay."
Even during their brief rest, he'd stayed inside her, but the pause had steadied her somewhat. Now, she lifted her head on her own, locking eyes with Jeongho in silent communion as she began rocking her hips back and forth once more.
Yumin alternated glances between them over her shoulder, sensing their deepening connection. This was exactly the picture he'd envisioned when choosing her as his mission partner.
It had unfolded even better than planned—perfectly, in fact. Seohyeon had shed her guilt toward Jeongho entirely through this mission. And Jeongho was lost in unparalleled excitement watching her.