We're Over
"We're over."
'You son of a bitch…'
Jung-hoon couldn't stand to watch another second. He turned away.
The sight of Mi-jin reacting to Tae-seok's touch had stripped away any reason for him to remain. He could no longer endure witnessing the two of them like this.
He pivoted, ready to leave the rooftop behind. Yet his feet refused to move.
The sounds from behind held him captive—the ragged breathing, Mi-jin's trembling voice, Tae-seok's low, mocking chuckle. They pinned him in place like invisible chains.
Mi-jin straddled Tae-seok, clinging to him as her body shook. His pants were already shoved down, his massive cock exposed and pressing directly against her.
The overwhelming pleasure of it rubbing against her pussy made her desperate to take him inside, but she couldn't bring herself to do it with Jung-hoon still watching.
"Senior Tae-seok… please…"
"It's fine. Jung-hoon's already turned his back. He'll leave soon."
"Really?"
"Yeah…"
Tae-seok answered her, then spoke directly to the man behind them.
"Hurry up and go. Unless you want to keep staring at Mi-jin."
Mi-jin couldn't hold back any longer. She lifted her hips slightly, then lowered herself with a shiver.
Jung-hoon was still there, but she had reached her limit.
"Haaang…"
The lewd moan drifting from behind made Jung-hoon turn instinctively. He stared at them.
Her skirt still hid the crucial point of contact, but their movements made it unmistakably clear.
They had joined.
Her continuous moans confirmed it again and again.
Her motions were breathtakingly beautiful.
Each time her hips rose from his pelvis, her silhouette sharpened in the dim light. The dress glided over her skin like liquid. When she rose, her waist lengthened, delicate dimples forming along her spine. When she sank back down, her ass spread lushly, the skirt fluttering around her.
Light. Supple. Elegant.
Jung-hoon watched, transfixed.
His lover was riding another man.
The shy, reserved Mi-jin he remembered was gone. These were movements he had never seen from her in his arms—fearless, unhesitating, utterly devoted to pleasure.
They were unbearably seductive. Intoxicatingly sexy.
When she threw her head back, her disheveled hair floated for a moment before cascading softly down her back. Every twist of her waist revealed a body that was both pure and devastatingly erotic.
Jung-hoon focused on her face, searching for any trace of guilt.
There was none.
Her eyes were fixed entirely on Tae-seok. Or rather, they weren't truly focused at all. They were half-closed, lost in sensation—the feeling of that man buried deep inside her, his weight, his depth.
She moved on top of him with shameless eagerness. She controlled her body with a freedom that made him wonder if this was even the same woman he had known.
Jung-hoon couldn't look away.
Not out of anger. Not from betrayal.
Simply because it was too beautiful.
This was a kind of beauty he had never witnessed while she was his girlfriend—dangerous, forbidden, and therefore radiant.
"Ha… Senior… it's too… deep… Ahang♡"
Her moans echoed across the rooftop.
"Again… I'm coming again… Senior… I feel like I'm losing my mind… Heuang♡"
Tae-seok surrendered to her eager rhythm, his hands gently kneading her breasts. The soft flesh of her inner thighs felt incredible each time she sank down. Every time his cock filled her completely, her inner walls clenched tightly around him.
"There… right there… Senior… it's insane… Aah… again… it feels so good!"
Tae-seok gripped her ass more firmly. His eyes remained locked on Jung-hoon, a faint smile playing on his lips—a sly, cruel curve that seemed to ask, Enjoying the show?
Jung-hoon lowered his head and collapsed to the ground.
Everything unfolding before him was his own creation.
He tried to close his eyes, but his lids refused to obey. He didn't want to see, yet he couldn't stop watching. This was the punishment he had brought upon himself—to sit on the floor and witness his lover taking her pleasure from another man.
"Senior… I think I'm going to come… Let's… come together… Aaaang!"
Mi-jin's final cry rang out. Her body convulsed violently for a long moment before she collapsed, spent, into Tae-seok's arms.
"Mi-jin… If you're finished… let's go."
Jung-hoon's voice from behind made her flinch. She had assumed he had already left. The realization that he had watched her like this until the very end set her cheeks on fire.
The man who had been her lover only minutes ago had seen her moaning in another man's embrace. The shame was overwhelming.
Yet strangely, the knowledge that she had shown him that side of herself sent a mysterious thrill through her, heating her body from within.
Tae-seok felt her walls tighten even more and looked at her with a smirk.
"What? Are you actually enjoying this?"
At his whisper, Mi-jin said nothing. She simply turned to meet Jung-hoon's gaze.
His expression held almost no anger—only regret, remorse, and desperate pleading. He sat slumped on the ground like a broken man.
For a moment, a sharp pain pierced her chest. He had once been someone she loved. But those feelings had not endured.
Mi-jin slowly pulled herself from Tae-seok's lap. Hot semen trickled down her inner thighs, yet she made no move to wipe it away. She walked over to Jung-hoon and crouched before him, bringing their eyes level.
"Oppa… why are you still here?"
"I have to go with you. You're… still my girlfriend."
"Oppa… we're over. The moment you decided to use me as a bargaining chip…"
"Mi-jin… I was wrong. I was so wrong."
"Oppa… I can forgive you. You were truly good to me. But even if I forgive you, I can't come back to you."
Mi-jin looked him straight in the eyes and delivered her final words with deliberate weight.
"Forgiving you and loving you again are two different things."
She emphasized every syllable.
"We're over."
Eun-su ran her YouTube channel exactly as planned—home workouts, club vlogs, exercise routines. She consistently uploaded videos of her body and daily life.
Her subscriber count grew steadily. Ten thousand. Twenty. Thirty. It continued smoothly until it broke fifty thousand.
Then it stalled.
After fifty thousand, the numbers refused to budge. View counts plateaued as well.
Eun-su stared at her tablet and let out a long sigh.
"It's harder than it looks. Guess not just anyone can pull this off."
Tae-seok took a sip of coffee and replied, "You're doing it the same way everyone else does. The best reactions come when noona's working out. If you showed a little cleavage, it'd blow up instantly…"
"You're insane… Stop joking around."
"Then we'll have to pin our hopes on content with Ji-young."
The first video of Ji-young's before-and-after project had surpassed a hundred thousand views. But the numbers dropped sharply with the second and third uploads.
"That isn't working out so well either."
"People lose interest when there's no visible change."
"So… it's time to start, isn't it?"
"Yeah. I was thinking the same thing. I'll call Ji-young over today. Use the home training as an excuse…"
"And then?"
"Remember what it was like the first time you did it with me, noona?"
Eun-su's face flushed at his words.
"How could I forget?"
"Just do it like that. Naturally. Create opportunities for me to touch her body. I'll handle everything after that."
Ji-young sat on the living room mat in her workout clothes, unscrewing the cap of her water bottle. Beads of sweat on her forehead sparkled faintly under the lights.
"Haa… That was brutal."
"But your form has improved a lot."
Eun-su smiled as she spoke.
Ji-young caught her breath and tucked her hair behind one ear.
"It's all thanks to you, unnie. Looking out for me at the club, helping me at home… I'm honestly a little touched."
"It's not that big a deal. If that's how you feel, I'm grateful."
Eun-su chuckled and gave Ji-young's thigh a light pat.
Ji-young had become far more proactive than before. What started as a simple desire to lose weight had turned into genuine ambition once she began seeing real changes in the mirror. Her body lines had transformed, and even at the club, people's gazes toward her had shifted. She found she rather enjoyed it.
"Want to try hip bridges next?"
"Sure."
Ji-young lay on her back on the mat. Eun-su adjusted her pelvis, correcting her posture.
"Don't arch your lower back too much. Focus the power in your glutes."
"Like this?"
"No, hold on."
Eun-su looked momentarily troubled.
"Tae-seok, could you come take a look?"
Tae-seok, who had been scrolling on his phone from the sofa, lifted his head.
"Me?"
"Yeah. No matter how I explain it, her form keeps slipping."
Ji-young suddenly felt self-conscious. Posing in front of a man during exercise felt unfamiliar. She was also acutely aware of how short her leggings were.
But Eun-su was acting completely natural about it, so Ji-young told herself she was overthinking and smiled.
"Ah… it's okay. I can try again."
"No, it'll only take a second."
Tae-seok rose with feigned reluctance and walked over to the mat.
"Your pelvic stability keeps giving out."
He sat beside her and reached out. His palm pressed lightly against her side waist and the curve of her hip.
In that instant, Ji-young's body gave an involuntary shiver.
"…Huh?"
It was strange. It was only a touch, yet her strength seemed to melt away. A warm sensation spread slowly across her skin, leaving her languid, as if she had slipped into a bath of lukewarm water.
"What's wrong?"
"Ah, nothing… It's just…"
Ji-young cleared her throat awkwardly. Her heartbeat felt strangely quickened.
Tae-seok adjusted her posture again with a perfectly neutral expression.
"Press here like this?"
This time his fingertips brushed teasingly close to her lower abdomen. Once more, that strange sensation flooded through her—a feeling like her insides were slowly dissolving. It was as if every muscle that had been clenched for years suddenly released all at once, bringing a wave of pleasure so intense it nearly blanked her mind. The comfort was dizzying, and within that comfort bloomed an even more intoxicating bliss.