Even If We're Caught
It was late in the evening when Tae-seok’s phone began to vibrate at length. The name glowing on the screen read ‘Jung-hoon.’ He stared down at the device for a long moment. His finger hovered hesitantly over the call button. Things had improved a little, yet every connection to the outside world still felt like a burden.
…What does he want now. He let out a quiet inner sigh. The memory of grilling meat together in the rooftop room a few days earlier remained painfully vivid—the way heated emotions had led him to usher both Jung-hoon and Eun-jung into his room. Yeah… this is how you grow used to it.
His finger finally pressed the button.
“Hey, Jung-hoon. What’s up?”
“Yo, you actually picked up. I thought you’d ghosted me again.”
The tone was light, but an undercurrent of careful hesitation ran beneath it.
“I’ve got some business nearby tomorrow… Mind if I drop by for a bit?”
Tae-seok remained silent, letting the pause stretch. In that brief quiet, his mind spun rapidly. Were we ever close enough for him to casually come and go from my place like this…? They could be called friends. They had seen each other often at school and shared drinks a few times. Yet he couldn’t clearly remember any real bond where the two of them had eaten and drunk alone together. That day… everything before the recent visit to the rooftop room to grill meat felt strangely blurred.
In the end, only one answer made sense.
Ha… You son of a bitch. It’s obvious.
The corner of his mouth twisted.
“No. Don’t come. I just want to rest tomorrow.”
A short silence.
“Ah… I see. That’s too bad…”
The voice that followed dripped with open disappointment. After an awkward pause, Jung-hoon spoke again, cautious yet unable to hold back.
“Then… could you let me see that auntie from before? Just one more time?”
Tae-seok’s eyebrows snapped together.
“Fuck… Are you serious? You only called because of her?”
“Well… killing two birds with one stone. Just introduce us. You can stay in your room and rest…”
Tae-seok let out a short, dry laugh.
“That’s why you called? So? What are you planning to do when you meet her?”
Jung-hoon swallowed, choosing his words. Then he stopped hiding.
“…Like that day. Can’t we do it just once more?”
The air turned ice-cold. Tae-seok’s expression hardened visibly.
“What is this, a brothel? Am I your pimp now?”
“No, that’s not… I didn’t mean it like that…”
“Then what the hell did you mean?”
Jung-hoon faltered briefly before his voice grew more honest.
“Just connect us one more time. After that, I’ll handle everything myself.”
“Handle what, exactly?”
“I’ll get her number… then contact her directly. I won’t bother you anymore.”
Tae-seok’s face twisted further.
“You crazy bastard… You have a girlfriend.”
“I know… I know, but…”
Jung-hoon’s voice trembled faintly.
“…That auntie won’t leave my head. Seriously. I can barely sleep these days.”
Another short silence. Tae-seok felt his mood sour instantly. So he spoke even colder, more twisted on purpose.
“Nothing’s free in this world. You give something too.”
“…What?”
“Bring Mi-jin. If you’re willing to hand her over, we’ll talk then.”
The line went completely silent. Anyone would have called the condition insane—an offer that shattered every boundary of common sense. The normal response would have been for Jung-hoon to back away.
That should have been enough to make him understand.
Yet the reply came anyway.
“…I just need to bring her?”
The unexpected answer made Tae-seok’s eyes narrow slowly.
This crazy bastard… He’s completely lost it.
“Not quite.” He deliberately crossed another line. “You have to come ready to give her to me. That’s only fair.”
This time he was certain it would end here. No further words should come. But Jung-hoon had sunk deeper than expected.
“Yeah… I can have that resolve.”
At the next unexpected answer, Tae-seok’s face froze solid.
“Still… I can’t guarantee she’ll go for you. It’s not like I hold some weakness over Mi-jin the way you do.”
“Ha…” Tae-seok let out a short laugh. “What weakness? There seem to be quite a few misunderstandings between us.”
He paused, then added in a low voice.
“But you’re serious? You have that kind of resolve? You’re saying it’s fine even if your girlfriend sleeps with me?”
Jung-hoon exhaled sharply as if steadying himself, then spoke flatly.
“…It just means I’m not in my right mind right now.”
The words carried an oddly sincere honesty that made them even more chilling.
“You really are a crazy fuck… Hey! Jung-hoon! Snap out of it!!!”
“Yeah! You’re right. I’m insane. Let’s just go crazy one more time.”
“Whatever. If you don’t have that level of resolve, don’t contact me again.”
Click. He ended the call. Even after setting the phone down, he remained standing in place for a long time.
Crazy bastard…
The whole thing left a foul taste in his mouth. Tae-seok let out a long sigh and sank onto the sofa. He had deliberately thrown out an absurd, joke-like condition. Anyone thinking rationally would never reach out again.
Yet, strangely… for some reason…
…I get the feeling he’ll call again.
The groundless premonition felt eerily realistic.
The next morning, Tae-seok quietly opened the first-floor front door and stepped inside. From the kitchen came the savory aroma of food and the soft sound of Eun-jung humming. She had dressed with care for him again today. Instead of the comfortable clothes she once wore, she had chosen a thin, light cream-colored knit dress. The fabric clung to her body, perfectly outlining the fuller volume of her recently enhanced breasts and their soft, sensual curves. With no bra underneath, the shape of her nipples showed faintly through the material. Her waist had grown even slimmer, emphasizing the voluptuous swell of her hips and thighs. The hem of the dress rode halfway up her thighs, teasing glimpses of pale skin. She had deliberately tied her apron loosely, anticipating his arrival.
Name: Kim Eun-jung
Age: 39
Occupation: Real Estate Owner
Emotion Level:12 / 100
Dominance:66 / 100
Special Notes:
• Burden from the courtship of real estate president Yang Chun-seok
• Erosion and gradual dependence on the emotions felt toward Tae-seok
• Guilt from the affair with Park Su-young (Tae-seok’s father)
• Dissatisfaction with cohabiting with her younger sister
Skill:
Blessing of Beauty (Passive) — Active
Tae-seok approached her from behind without a sound. He slid both arms around her waist and roughly seized her full breasts through the dress.
“Oh!”
Eun-jung’s body shuddered violently. She set the frying pan down and hunched her shoulders in surprise, but only for an instant. Soon she released a deep sigh and melted completely into his embrace.
“You startled me. At least make a little noise when you come in. Haang~”
She leaned her back against his chest, tilting her head to rest her cheek gently against his neck. The motion was utterly natural, as though it had become routine. Instead of pulling away, she took the hand kneading her breast and tugged it harder against herself, craving more of his touch.
The woman who waited every morning for his arms. The woman who opened herself to every caress, hungering for deeper pleasure. The woman who worked to expose her body as fully as possible to satisfy his lust.
That was what Eun-jung had become.
When his fingers rubbed her stiffened nipples hard through the thin fabric, her breathing turned ragged and her chest heaved.
“You skipped the bra again today.”
“Yes… I don’t wear one much anymore. It feels uncomfortable. And… because I knew you’d be coming…”
“Undressing you is pretty fun too.”
“Then… should I put one on?”
“No… On second thought, it’s better when you’re bare underneath.”
“Understood. Just say the word. I’ll do whatever your cock wants.”
She squeezed her thighs together, rubbing them restlessly. He could already feel the hot nectar seeping beneath the dress.
“Tae-seok… Hnghh~♡”
She called his name in a low, dripping voice and pushed her ass back, grinding against his hardening length.
“Let’s do it right now,” he whispered into her ear.
“But breakfast… is almost ready…”
Her body had already melted against him; her voice had grown hazy.
Tae-seok nibbled her earlobe and whispered in a low, heated tone.
“It’ll be harder once we wake Auntie Eun-su, won’t it?”
With one hand he slowly lifted the hem of her dress. Her bare pussy came into view, already glistening with clear nectar that coated her folds.
“Hngh…! All right. If you want it, then take me.”
Eun-jung gripped the edge of the table tightly and bent forward. Her thighs quivered as a single drop of her juices slid down.
Tae-seok hiked the dress fully over her hips and gripped her pale, soft ass.
“So white.”
Her soaked, twitching pussy seemed to beg desperately for his cock.
“Yes… I was always fair-skinned, but lately I’ve become even paler.”
He pressed his heavy cock against her entrance, rubbing slowly before pushing inside.
“Uuuungh…!”
Eun-jung’s back arched like a drawn bow, her head falling back. She quickly clamped one hand over her mouth. She had claimed it was fine to do it in front of her sister, yet the thought of actually being heard still embarrassed her.
Tae-seok gripped her waist firmly and asked in a low, rough voice.
“Why hold it in? If you want to scream, then scream.”
He thrust upward harder on purpose, driving deep. Her body shook as her inner walls clamped down on him.
“Haa… In case my sister… hears… Ahnng…!”
“Yesterday you said you could do it even with her right beside us.”
Each brutal thrust made her body jiggle softly against the table.
“Th-that’s true… but actually imagining her in the house right now… it’s too… embarrassing… Haang…!”
“Why? Does the thought of your sister catching us turn you on?”
Tae-seok chuckled and bit her ear again. Even with her face flushed crimson, Eun-jung gave a tiny, honest nod.
“…Yes. I… must be a pervert. Just thinking that my sister is in the next room while you’re fucking me like this… makes me squeeze even tighter…”
Tae-seok’s eyes darkened with lust. He slapped her ass hard and drove deeper, faster.
“Truth is, it drives me insane with excitement too. What face would you make if I opened the door and Auntie Eun-su walked out?”
“Haaang…! Don’t… say things like that… If we really get caught, what am I supposed to do…?”
Her voice had already dissolved into tear-laced moans. One hand stayed clamped over her mouth while the other gripped the table as she rocked with his rhythm. Her insides squeezed his cock even harder, flooding with hot nectar.
“Go ahead and scream. Let’s see what happens.”
“I don’t know… I don’t mind if we’re caught, but right now… I want to avoid it if I can…”
Her breathing grew shorter. She shook her head.
“Right now… doing it secretly like this is more…”
She couldn’t finish. Tae-seok finished for her.
“Perverted.”
“Yes. I really am a pervert. Please don’t hate me for being such a perverted slut.”
“How could I hate you? I’m the one who turned you into this.”
“I don’t know… Hngh~♡ Just keep going.”
Eun-jung pressed both hands tighter over her mouth.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The wet sound of flesh colliding filled the kitchen. Tae-seok gripped her waist and steadily increased his pace.
At that exact moment—
Click.
The sound of Eun-su’s door opening reached them. Then the sound of it closing again.
He glanced at Eun-jung, but she was too lost in pleasure to notice. Tae-seok turned his head toward the room to check.