Traces of Another Man
In the first-floor main house...
Jung-hoon held Eun-jung tightly in his arms, thrusting deep inside her.
“Mmm… ma’am…”
Every time his hips drove forward, her pussy swallowed his cock with a silky grip, squeezing him hard.
The pressure wasn’t mere pleasure.
It was pure ecstasy, as if every nerve in his body was being sucked into her, burning his mind white-hot.
Today, he had brought his girlfriend Mi-jin along for one reason only.
Confirmation.
That absurd day, when he had impulsively tangled with her, he needed to know if the sensation he’d felt then was real, or simply an illusion.
Honestly, he had convinced himself it was the latter.
Because otherwise, it made no sense.
An unfamiliar space, forbidden circumstances, an unpredictable chain of events.
All those factors had overlapped at once, causing his brain to exaggerate the sensations. That was the rational explanation.
It was far more logical to think that way.
Otherwise, the pleasure he had experienced that day simply couldn’t be explained.
But now, every time her pussy clenched around him, the feeling confirmed it.
‘This… was real.’
No. It was even stronger than that day.
Memories usually grow exaggerated over time, yet the sensation he felt right now surpassed even those distorted recollections.
The way she gripped him from deep inside, the warmth that seemed to suck him in to the root, and the instinct that made his hips thrust forward on their own.
Eun-jung’s body was completely different from any other woman’s.
There were plenty of women around him.
He had the beautiful Mi-jin as his girlfriend, the ace of the room salons, and the model-like girls with stunning bodies that Mi-jin secretly met.
They had all satisfied him, but Eun-jung was on another level entirely.
‘So this… is what true paradise feels like.’
While Jung-hoon’s face was drenched in pleasure, Eun-jung remained expressionless.
She accepted his body with mechanical passivity, as if simply performing a task she had to complete.
There was no spark in her eyes, no trace of pleasure on her face.
She only let out the occasional breathy moan.
Viewed in isolation, the scene would have been utterly boring.
But the pleasure her body gave him completely overshadowed everything else.
He wanted to make this woman his, no matter what.
Even if that wasn’t possible, he decided he would arrange to meet her like this from time to time.
Regularly. Secretly.
Without Mi-jin ever finding out.
Mi-jin on her own terms, Eun-jung on hers.
Just like he had always done…
That fantasy made the heat in his lower belly burn even hotter.
And today, he was falling completely for her.
After finishing with a satisfying climax, Jung-hoon hurriedly cleaned up.
He caught his breath and pulled up his pants, then picked up his discarded shirt and put it on.
Realizing quite a bit of time had passed, his face looked tense.
The fact that his girlfriend Mi-jin might be waiting for him made his movements even more rushed.
But Eun-jung was completely different.
She rose from the bed as if nothing had happened.
Not hurried, not slow, just the steady pace of routine.
She picked up the bra that had fallen to the floor beside the bed and put it on with practiced ease.
She lightly tugged the cups with both hands, then slowly pushed her full breasts inside.
The heavy flesh poured into the bra cups, making the deep cleavage between them even more pronounced.
Then she pulled up her panties.
The fabric snapped lightly over her hips and clung tightly to her skin.
Somehow, the sight of her doing this felt even more lewd and sensual.
Finally, she picked up the thin beige dress that had been draped over the bed and slipped it on.
The fabric brushed over her head and settled against her body, hugging every curve.
Even the faint outlines of her bra and panties showed through, perfectly revealing her voluptuous lines.
Eun-jung swept her hair back, smoothed down the hem of her dress, and finished adjusting herself.
Her expression remained calm from beginning to end.
Jung-hoon stared at the sight in a daze.
The way she dressed as naturally as if nothing had happened, revealing not a single emotion, only aroused him even more.
“…Ma’am.”
He spoke first.
“Could you… give me your contact information?”
Eun-jung’s hands paused for a moment.
Then, very slowly, she lifted her head.
“Contact information?”
Her voice was flat as she repeated the words.
No, it actually felt a little colder than the relaxed atmosphere from just moments ago.
“Why?”
That single word made Jung-hoon’s shoulders flinch.
He swallowed, as if choosing his words carefully.
His eyes wavered, but he clearly had no intention of giving up.
“We can’t… keep meeting through Tae-seok every time.”
At those words, the corner of Eun-jung’s mouth twisted ever so slightly.
A short, almost scornful laugh.
“Why? You want to see me again?”
“Yes. I… I’ve come to really like you, ma’am.”
He took a breath and continued.
“And… I don’t know what Tae-seok told you, but I’m a capable man. What people call a golden spoon. Unlike Tae-seok… if you meet me, you won’t have any regrets.”
His tone was filled with certainty and confidence.
His family background, wealth, and future potential.
So far, no woman who had learned of his background had ever turned him down.
To him, that was simply how things were.
He laid that obvious truth bare before Eun-jung.
As if handing over a business card, or flipping down his cards at a negotiation table.
At that moment, Eun-jung smiled.
And the words that followed were utterly dry.
“Well… it doesn’t feel bad to hear that a young, capable, successful guy like you is into me.”
Up to this point, her tone had still been relatively gentle.
The problem came next.
“But I don’t think we’ll be meeting separately.”
Jung-hoon’s face hardened.
“…What?”
His expression said he didn’t understand.
Or rather, that he didn’t want to understand.
Eun-jung looked down at him for a moment, then continued as if it were nothing.
“Today as well… I only met you because Tae-seok asked me to. If Tae-seok isn’t between us…”
She paused briefly, then drew a clear line.
“I have no reason to see you.”
Jung-hoon was visibly flustered.
He hadn’t thought for a second that she would reject him.
“Ah… ma’am…”
“And.”
Eun-jung cut him off.
“Don’t misunderstand. The reason we were together here today. It was all because of Tae-seok.”
Jung-hoon’s mouth fell open, but no words came out.
“Because I like you? No. Because you’re decent? That’s not it either.”
Each sentence struck deeper.
“It’s entirely because of Tae-seok. So… the idea of us meeting comfortably without going through him doesn’t even make sense. Do you… understand what I’m saying?”
Jung-hoon’s face grew increasingly rigid.
It was the expression of a man whose pride had been completely shredded.
“…I can really treat you well.”
His voice was forced upward, but it lacked strength.
Eun-jung looked at him for a moment, then tilted her head.
“Isn’t it getting late? You should head out.”
Even as Jung-hoon left Eun-jung’s room, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
All the way up the stairs, his mind was a tangled mess.
It didn’t make sense.
What had just happened, Eun-jung’s attitude, and even the existence of Tae-seok who had orchestrated the whole situation.
“…What the hell is going on?”
His quiet mutter scattered weakly into the air.
“What kind of weakness does Tae-seok have on that woman? Or… what exactly is their relationship?”
It was too strange to call it a simple relationship.
It didn’t seem like she was bound by money, nor did she act like someone being forced.
Yet he couldn’t come up with any reason why she would willingly behave that way.
No matter how much he thought about it, no convincing answer came to mind.
In the end, Jung-hoon shook his head several times and forced himself to stop thinking.
This wasn’t the time to dwell on it.
What mattered more right now was Mi-jin, who was waiting for him up in the rooftop room.
When he climbed the stairs and reached the rooftop, the scene that greeted him was calmer than he had expected.
Tae-seok and Mi-jin were sitting across from each other, talking, and the atmosphere didn’t seem bad at all.
In fact, it looked much softer than before.
Mi-jin was smiling, and Tae-seok continued speaking with a relaxed expression.
The moment he saw them, some of the tension left Jung-hoon’s body.
He had been worried that something might have happened between the two of them.
But as expected, nothing had.
‘…I was worrying over nothing.’
He let out a small, internal chuckle.
Then, with a perfectly normal face, he walked over and sat down beside Mi-jin.
“Oppa… why did you take so long?”
Mi-jin immediately turned her head and asked.
Her voice sounded slightly pouty.
Jung-hoon avoided her eyes for a brief moment before answering naturally.
“Huh? Ah…”
There was a very short pause before the words came out.
“The lady who owns the first floor wasn’t there.”
His answer sounded natural, but his hand moved first. He scratched the back of his head and let his gaze drift.
“So I waited a bit… but she still didn’t show up.”
“Then you should’ve just come up.”
Mi-jin shot back immediately.
Jung-hoon laughed awkwardly.
“I was going to, but… the alcohol suddenly hit me. I thought I should sit down for a moment…”
His voice trailed off.
“…Don’t tell me you fell asleep again?”
“Yeah. I passed out.”
Mi-jin let out a sigh.
“Haa… this is ridiculous.”
It was a scolding, but she wasn’t truly angry.
Jung-hoon didn’t miss the opening and smoothly changed the subject.
“Still, thanks to that—”
He tilted his head, looking back and forth between them.
“You two seem to have gotten a bit closer?”
Mi-jin avoided his gaze for a second.
She brushed her hair back as she answered.
“Well… we just talked about some things we hadn’t been able to before.”
After seeing Jung-hoon and Mi-jin off, Tae-seok headed toward the first-floor main house.
He stood in front of the entrance for a long time, unable to move.
The hand gripping the doorknob trembled.
He felt disgusted with himself for ordering her to sleep with another man again.
‘…I’m sorry, Eun-jung.’
He whispered inwardly.
No matter how many times he told himself he had to treat her as a tool, as a means to test his abilities, a heavy weight still pressed on one corner of his heart.
The more she trusted him and followed him, the heavier it became.
Tae-seok took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.
Eun-jung was sitting on the living room sofa.
The TV was on, but her gaze wasn’t fixed on the screen.
Her unfocused eyes stared into empty space, and her expression looked indifferent yet somehow exhausted.
When she heard the sound of Tae-seok entering, her gaze slowly shifted toward him.
The moment she confirmed it was him, a soft smile gently spread across her face.
“Tae-seok… you’re back?”
Her voice was warm and gentle as always.
That smile and tone, as if welcoming a long-time lover home.
That single phrase made Tae-seok’s heart feel even heavier.
He closed the door and walked over to her, forcing a smile.
“Did your friend leave?”
Tae-seok gave a short nod.
“Yeah. Just now.”
The moment she heard his answer, Eun-jung lowered her gaze.
She bit her lip lightly, then let out a small sigh and said.
“…I see.”
Tae-seok sat down right beside her.
Eun-jung naturally leaned her body toward him, resting her head on his shoulder.
Tae-seok quietly looked down at her.
The fact that she had just given her body to another man felt even clearer in this moment.
Faint red kiss marks still lingered on her neck and collarbone, and the area around her chest was slightly flushed, as if marked by Jung-hoon’s hands.
Even her thighs, visible beneath her skirt, looked more voluptuous than usual when he thought about how they had clenched around another man’s body.
“……Are you okay?”
