NTR Punishment
Tae-seok stared at the text for a moment, lost in thought.
At first it had been pure rage toward Eun-jung. Then wounded pride had made him hand her over. But this time there was no reason to play along.
No, he wanted the bastard who treated this situation like it was only natural to feel exactly what he had dared to touch.
Tae-seok typed a reply.
[Yeah. Come over.]
The breeze on the rooftop of the rooftop room was cool and refreshing.
Jung-hoon and Mi-jin arrived.
Jung-hoon was dressed in his usual neat style, while Mi-jin wore a thin, charming dress that fluttered in the wind.
The three of them sat together.
The beer and snacks Jung-hoon had brought were laid out naturally.
Mi-jin sat quietly, watching the mood between Tae-seok and Jung-hoon. She only smiled occasionally when Jung-hoon spoke.
After a while she stood up, saying she needed to use the bathroom.
The moment her back disappeared completely from view, Jung-hoon opened his mouth.
“Hasn’t our Mi-jin gotten really beautiful? She’s in her absolute prime these days.”
His voice carried pride, but something else—something hidden—lurked beneath it.
“So why did you call me here? Shouldn’t you be out on a date with a girlfriend that pretty?”
Tae-seok’s question was blunt.
“Thanks to you I haven’t been able to contact her lately. Still… it’s not like I’ve stopped thinking about that lady. A man can’t live on rice alone.”
Jung-hoon swirled the beer in his glass as he spoke, his eyes carefully reading Tae-seok’s reaction.
“Today… that’s still okay, right?”
“So that’s why you came.”
“Killing two birds with one stone. It’s been a while since I saw your face anyway.”
Jung-hoon laughed, trying to make it look natural. It wasn’t.
Just then Mi-jin returned and sat back down.
As Jung-hoon had said, she really had become more beautiful. Her face was softer and more feminine, her body even more voluptuous and alluring.
That first day she had come to this rooftop room, Tae-seok had given her five or six orgasms. After that she had visited him two more times, each night spent trembling in ecstasy until dawn.
Her body had changed noticeably since then.
When Mi-jin sat down, Jung-hoon could no longer continue the conversation. Instead he sent Tae-seok a meaningful look.
‘I can’t say it in front of her, so read the room and set things up for me.’
Tae-seok understood the look perfectly. He ignored it.
He set his glass down and spoke words that should never have been said in front of Mi-jin.
“Jung-hoon. I can’t keep doing it just because you bring Mi-jin over.”
Jung-hoon’s face froze.
The curses he couldn’t voice flashed through his eyes.
‘You crazy bastard… Mi-jin is sitting right here. What the hell are you saying?’
His eyes narrowed to slits.
‘And… I brought a girlfriend this beautiful. You’re telling me that’s still not enough?’
Bewilderment and a strange sense of injustice warred on his face.
He glanced at Mi-jin.
She was silently lifting her glass to her lips. Her expression showed no reaction at all, which only made Jung-hoon more uneasy.
“Do you want to know why?”
Jung-hoon turned back to Tae-seok. Doubt and anxiety swirled in his eyes.
“Because Mi-jin is already my woman.”
The moment the words left his mouth, the air above the platform turned to ice.
Jung-hoon’s eyes widened.
He looked from Tae-seok to Mi-jin, then back to Tae-seok.
“What… the hell are you talking about?”
His face was pure disbelief.
But Mi-jin said nothing. She simply emptied her glass in silence.
That was her answer.
Name: Yoon Mi-jin
Age: 22
Occupation: Student
Emotion Level: 26 / 100
Dominance: 38 / 100
Special Notes:
• In a 2-year relationship with Kim Jung-hoon
• Obsessed with Tae-seok (Trying to hide it as much as possible.)
Tae-seok crooked a finger at Mi-jin—an order and an invitation to come sit beside him.
Mi-jin’s lips trembled faintly.
She glanced at Jung-hoon. He still looked like he thought this was some kind of prank.
“Senior… even so, in front of him like this…”
Her voice was small.
Tae-seok didn’t care. His hand remained outstretched, his eyes clearly commanding her to stand up and come to him.
Mi-jin gave Jung-hoon one last look, as if she had no choice.
There was apology in her eyes, but behind it lay the calm of someone who had already made her decision.
“Mi-jin… what the hell are you doing right now?”
Jung-hoon’s voice was low, shaken, still refusing to believe.
Without a word, Mi-jin stood and walked over to sit beside Tae-seok.
Tae-seok immediately pulled her close.
“I’m sorry, oppa… it turned out this way.”
Her answer was meant for Jung-hoon, but her eyes never left Tae-seok.
Tae-seok wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing his palm fully against her side. Then his hand began to move—slowly, deliberately—sliding from her waist to her ribs, then upward until it cupped the underside of her breast.
Jung-hoon watched the hand.
The thought This has to be a joke still clung to him.
But when Tae-seok closed his fingers and squeezed her breast, reality crashed down.
“What the fuck?”
Tae-seok kneaded the soft flesh as if it belonged to him. Mi-jin’s breast molded and lifted in his grip with supple elasticity.
She swallowed a gasp but did not pull away.
“Why are you so surprised? You’re the one who offered Mi-jin to me.”
Tae-seok’s words were aimed at Jung-hoon, but his hand never stopped massaging her breast.
“You crazy son of a bitch! Get your fucking hand off her!”
Jung-hoon shot to his feet, fists clenched.
“Mi-jin, what the hell are you doing? In front of me?”
His face burned crimson, eyes blazing with fury.
“I’m sorry, oppa… I didn’t know it would turn out like this either. But… you’re the one who made it happen.”
The words struck him like a hammer.
I said I offered her, but… it was only words. I never thought anything would actually happen.
It was a belated wave of self-reproach.
Tae-seok ignored Jung-hoon’s reaction. His fingers found Mi-jin’s nipple through her dress and began rolling it in slow circles.
A tiny moan slipped from her lips.
“Haa… I really don’t understand why you’re getting so worked up.”
Tae-seok lifted his gaze to Jung-hoon, clearly amused by the other man’s rage.
“You never thought it would come to this? You’re the one who brought her here first.”
“You bastard… that was… it was a joke…”
“Was sleeping with our Eun-jung also a joke?”
“That was…”
“Or maybe you never thought she’d actually be taken from you?”
“…”
“You’re the one who played games with people. With a girlfriend this beautiful, no less.”
Jung-hoon’s jaw trembled.
“Shut up…”
“Why? Did I say something wrong?”
Tae-seok let out a low chuckle.
“I was genuinely curious. Just how little did you think of me to try something like this?”
He lifted Mi-jin’s chin with his fingertips. Every word he spoke peeled back another layer of the absurd truth right in front of her, deepening Jung-hoon’s shame.
“You two… exactly when… how far have you gone?”
“At least as far as you went with the married woman who lives downstairs, right?”
The color drained from Jung-hoon’s face until it was deathly white. His lips shook.
With his other hand, Tae-seok began kneading Mi-jin’s thigh.
“Why? Are you angry? You left your own girlfriend behind to fuck another woman. But Mi-jin can’t do the same?”
“That’s…”
“How much do you think that hurt her pride?”
Tae-seok looked down at Mi-jin, who was already losing herself to his touch.
“Damn it… Mi-jin, you… you knew?”
“I found out later. That you traded me because you wanted to sleep with another woman.”
“Then why didn’t you say anything? Why?!”
“How was I supposed to say it…”
Mi-jin lowered her head.
“How was I supposed to say that my boyfriend used me so he could sleep with someone else…”
Jung-hoon’s mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Tae-seok watched him and laughed softly.
His fingertips slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, slowly stroking the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Each touch made Mi-jin’s breathing grow shorter.
Jung-hoon could only stare, stunned, as his girlfriend trembled under another man’s hand right in front of him.
“I was waiting for the right moment,” Mi-jin said quietly.
She looked at Jung-hoon. There was no apology in her eyes.
“And… it looks like today is that day.”
Jung-hoon’s mind went completely blank.
He knew he should be furious. He should throw a punch, scream every curse he knew.
But… with what right?
Who had created this situation?
Just as Tae-seok said, he had been the one to offer Mi-jin first.
“Oppa… just go. I can’t stand to look at you right now.”
Mi-jin’s words stabbed him in the back.
“Jung-hoon,” Tae-seok said calmly.
“You shouldn’t carelessly trade away what you don’t want to lose.”
The words sank deep into Jung-hoon’s chest.
His head dropped. His whole body began to shake.
Then Mi-jin’s voice dragged him even lower.
“Senior… are you going to do it now? This is too cruel… After Jung-hoon oppa leaves… please… haaang~”
These fucking bastards… while I’m still sitting right here… what the hell are they about to do?
Jung-hoon lifted his head.
Mi-jin’s panties were already sliding down her legs beneath her skirt.
Tae-seok was pulling her onto his lap, making her straddle him.
You son of a bitch…
Jung-hoon couldn’t watch any longer. He turned away.
