Dominance
Eun-jung paused mid-step as she climbed the stairs, her usual relaxed gait faltering the moment she spotted Tae-seok and the unfamiliar man seated on the wooden platform.
“Huh…?”
Her eyes widened slightly.
She clearly hadn’t expected Tae-seok to have company. The surprise quickly melted into a soft, confident smile. Her appearance had been changing lately, and with it, the way she carried herself around others.
Today she wore a dress that clung to her voluptuous figure. The fabric cinched at her narrow waist before hugging the curves of her hips and thighs, the hem riding just above mid-thigh so that smooth skin flashed with every step. It was obvious she had chosen the outfit specifically to stoke Tae-seok’s desire.
She straightened her shoulders and walked toward him.
Tae-seok called a friend over.
When she saw the rare, relaxed smile on his face, warmth bloomed in her chest. Watching him slowly return to normal life brought her quiet relief and deep joy.
“You have a guest… Sorry, I’m not interrupting, am I?”
Eun-jung greeted Tae-seok naturally as she approached.
“Ah, Jung-hoon. This is Eun-jung. My landlady.”
Jung-hoon stood and bowed politely.
“Hello! I’m Kim Jung-hoon, Tae-seok’s college classmate.”
“Oh, really? Nice to meet you. I’m glad to see Tae-seok spending time with a friend.”
Eun-jung smiled gently.
After a brief hesitation, Jung-hoon spoke up.
“Would you like to join us, ma’am? We bought plenty of meat.”
Eun-jung glanced at Tae-seok for a moment. She felt a little foolish for checking his reaction, but her eyes had already moved on their own.
“Don’t you two have things to talk about?”
She laughed lightly and took a half-step back, though she made no move to actually leave.
Jung-hoon waved his hands dismissively.
“What’s there to talk about that two guys can’t say in front of someone else? We’re just drinking and chatting.”
Tae-seok chuckled and added, “He’s right. It’s nothing important. Just sit and eat with us.”
Eun-jung hesitated, then let out a small breath and nodded.
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
Her voice was cautious, but the will to refuse had already vanished.
“Of course. There’s plenty of room.”
Jung-hoon patted the spot beside him.
After another moment of hesitation, Eun-jung slowly walked over and sat right next to Tae-seok. As she settled, the thin dress flowed softly over her body.
Tae-seok flipped the meat while stealing a sideways glance at her.
Her smile remained warm and gentle. Yet behind it, her past flashed vividly in his mind.
She probably smiled at her father like this too when she hugged him.
He laughed quietly to himself.
And now she was spreading her legs for her father’s son as well. Like a whore.
Eun-jung picked up her chopsticks without a word and leaned lightly against Tae-seok’s shoulder. The fabric of her dress brushed his arm, and he felt the warmth of her body and the soft press of her breasts.
In that moment, Tae-seok noticed her nipples faintly pushing against the thin material.
She didn’t even wear a bra. She was planning to seduce me again later.
What might have seemed cute at another time now only disgusted him.
She really was a whore.
***
While Eun-jung briefly stepped away, Jung-hoon took a sip of beer and leaned closer, lowering his voice.
“Dude… she’s insane. That Eun-jung lady… her looks are no joke.”
He exaggeratedly cupped his own chest to emphasize her ample breasts.
“Honestly… I want to sleep with her. That body, that face…”
It was a casual remark, born of simple attraction.
Tae-seok smirked and lifted his beer can. He couldn’t deny it. He made her orgasm multiple times a day, and each time her beauty improved, just as the skill description promised. It was only natural for any man to be drawn to her.
“Crazy… what are you saying? Aren’t you still dating Mi-jin?”
Jung-hoon shrugged. “Dating is one thing. You think guys stop looking at other women just because they’re in a relationship? If there’s a chance with someone like her… honestly, I’d want to meet her.”
His attitude was completely shameless—no hesitation, no guilt. Just raw desire.
“She’s more than ten years older than us. She’s an auntie.”
“With looks like that, who cares about age? If anything, the fact that she’s older makes her even hotter.”
Tae-seok stared at him for a moment before looking away. Pathetic. Yet strangely, that simplicity lingered in his mind.
He must have it easy. He doesn’t know anything. I used to be like that too—before I knew her past, our relationship, all the complicated feelings.
He felt a twinge of envy toward Jung-hoon. The ability to see only the woman in front of him, nothing else. Even if she was a whore… if you didn’t know she was a whore…
“You… really want to sleep with her?”
“Of course I do. But would she even go for it? She’s not some escort, and she’s your landlady…”
Yeah… even a whore isn’t a prostitute.
Then the word “Dominance” from the status window surfaced in his thoughts.
Dominance.
The ability to control. The power to make her obey. A number that rose naturally with each sexual encounter, representing how thoroughly he dominated her body and mind.
Should I test it? See what it really means?
Tae-seok’s gaze drifted toward the stairs, imagining Eun-jung returning soon. His thoughts grew complicated.
He slowly raised the beer to his lips.
Eun-jung came back up and naturally sat beside him again, taking a sip from the can in front of her.
Tae-seok looked at her once more.
She might be a whore, but… that body really is tempting.
With a perfectly calm expression, he slid his hand under her skirt. His fingers brushed the warm inside of her thigh and crept upward. Eun-jung’s body stiffened instantly.
When his fingertips reached her panties, Jung-hoon spat out the beer he was drinking.
Eun-jung’s eyes widened at Tae-seok’s bold action in front of his friend. Her cheeks flushed red and her breathing grew ragged.
She leaned close to Tae-seok’s ear and whispered, almost like a breath, “Haah… why are you doing this… your friend can see… later… when he leaves…”
This much, Tae-seok had expected.
He pushed further.
“Auntie… Jung-hoon said you’re really pretty.”
Eun-jung smiled softly. “Really? Hearing that from such a young guy… I’m flattered.”
Tae-seok watched her for a moment, then spoke in an even tone.
“So, how about it? Want to do it with Jung-hoon once?”
Jung-hoon spat out his beer again.
“Huh?”
His face showed delayed comprehension.
“What do you mean?”
Eun-jung tilted her head slightly, but there was no shock, anger, or rejection in her voice—only quiet confusion as she tried to understand.
“Are you insane… Hey!!! What the hell are you saying?”
Jung-hoon raised his voice in panic. He had never imagined Tae-seok would say something like that so casually in front of the person involved.
Tae-seok repeated himself clearly.
“With Jung-hoon… once.”
“You mean… sleep with him?”
“Yes.”
Eun-jung stared into the air for a moment, then slowly nodded.
“Okay. Right now?”
Her answer was so natural and obedient that even Tae-seok was momentarily taken aback.
Jung-hoon sat frozen, glancing between them in disbelief.
Is this… the power of Dominance? Tae-seok thought.
Without waiting for Tae-seok’s reply, Eun-jung quietly looked at Jung-hoon. Her eyes were still soft, but almost devoid of emotion.
“Do you really want to do it with me?”
“Huh? Ah… yes…”
Jung-hoon was still flustered, yet he didn’t hide his lust.
Eun-jung smiled at his answer and stood up. She smoothed her skirt and spoke calmly.
“Then… let’s go inside.”
She walked toward Tae-seok’s room first. Her steps were as graceful as ever, carrying no resistance or hesitation. Like a puppet moving at Tae-seok’s single command, she entered the room without protest.
Jung-hoon remained seated for a moment before turning to Tae-seok and whispering so Eun-jung wouldn’t hear, “Dude!!! What is this? Is this… for real?”
“Why? Don’t want to? Then just leave.”
After a brief hesitation, Jung-hoon stood and followed her into Tae-seok’s room.