Exposed (15)
A week had passed since I spoke to Suah.
Curious about how the two of them would settle things, I treated them both exactly as usual—no extra touches, no private conversations.
Thanks to that, our rude sister-in-law never contacted me first, and Suah, who used to tremble like a leaf in front of me, had finally learned not to shake anymore.
She still swallowed hard whenever our eyes met, though.
Truthfully, I had considered testing the waters a bit.
But after seeing our part-timer—who looked one way but was so honest she basically broadcast her inner thoughts to the whole neighborhood—there was no real need to probe.
Whether Seo Jia approached her first or the terrified Suah kept her mouth shut didn’t matter much to me.
Looking at how both of them were shaking in their boots, it was obvious neither had even a fingernail’s worth of courage to take this outside.
I had simply… eased a little of the burden off our indebted part-timer’s conscience.
I know it was you who sent the DM. As long as you don’t pull any stupid shit, I don’t really care what happens. So if Seo Jia comes at you trying to shut you up, feel free to roast her, get roasted, whatever.
Honestly, whichever way that cookie crumbled wasn’t my problem.
How the conversation between her and Seo Jia would go from here on out was entirely their business.
I just had to faithfully enjoy my role as an NPC.
If Suah got so scared of Seo Jia that she sealed her lips completely, I could just keep using her as my part-timer. After all, the girl who had already lost to her would never dream of quitting on me.
On the other hand, if Seo Jia couldn’t overcome her anxiety and asked to borrow my hand, I’d simply embrace her in front of the witness like she wanted.
Not that Suah would actually blab about any of this… but still. If my sister-in-law was feeling uneasy, what choice did I have?
Sometimes it was far more efficient to imprint something once with the body than to convince someone a hundred times with words.
Just like I had always done.
-I left the country.
My sex partner—who seemed far more comfortable with physical conversation than verbal—sent me a message like always.
Even though it was the off-season, she was apparently still busy. She had a solo schedule and had flown overseas for a short while.
Of course, the text wasn’t her bragging about going on a trip.
The reporters seemed to have lost interest in us, and since we hadn’t seen each other in a while, it was probably an invitation to meet up once she returned.
I was wondering if this weekend might work when—
-Oppa, do you want to come too?
The next message made me swallow hard.
…Japan.
Back when I was an athlete, I went there every year for overseas training.
But that had been for work, not travel. Running a gym made it hard to clear my schedule.
I’d have to squeeze the time—if I left Friday and returned Monday, that would be…
-Come.
We’ll be staying at a ryokan, so soaking in the hot springs and making a splash is totally fine.
…But.
When a Japanese woman was tempting me with hot spring sex in Japan, it was hard to say no.
It was a neighboring country, after all. Just an hour and a half by plane.
Hell, you could even do a day trip. Going at least once didn’t seem like a bad idea.
Besides, Hinami would be less recognizable there than here, so the chance of getting caught was low.
If I was going anyway, bringing Haeun along and having all three of us soak in the hot springs together didn’t sound half bad.
It was the stuff of fantasies.
A man soaking in a hot spring with a woman on each arm.
-When are you coming back?
-Tuesday of next week.
-I’ll try to match my schedule.
-Really?
-Yeah.
The moment I sent a positive reply, Hinami—who clearly hadn’t expected it—fired back instantly, spamming cute emoticons and radiating pure excitement.
…Seeing her that happy made it hard to refuse.
I suspected she might be overreacting on purpose to make it impossible for me to back out, but pure goodwill like this was genuinely good for the soul.
My sister-in-law was full of pure malice, and Haeun could be heavy sometimes.
Out of every woman I’d ever met, Hinami was the only one who gave off that fresh, innocent vibe.
Even though in reality she was the most perverted of them all.
-I’ll be waiting in this outfit when you land, okay?
…She was also the craftiest one.
The way she coaxed information out of me, got exactly what she wanted, and then made it impossible for me to back out was enough to make even me shake my head.
-You’re not replying, Oppa. You’re totally turned on right now, aren’t you? Bet you’re jerking off.
-No.
-Don’t lie.
-I’m not.
-You’re such trash for real.
Of course, she was crafty, but I was pretty trashy myself.
I’d stopped being recyclable garbage about six months ago anyway.
I didn’t feel like arguing.
-You perveeeert.
…Instead, I just started wondering how to plan the trip to make it even more perverted.
-I brought tons of outfits so don’t worry.
…The more of a piece of shit I was, the more she liked it.
She was craving me so badly.
If I showed up empty-handed, my secret friend would probably be disappointed.
I’d have to bring someone along.
If possible…,
It’d be fine to bring her friend too.
**
…Maybe I shouldn’t have done something so trashy.
Ever since the boss threw a rock straight into my solar plexus, I hadn’t been able to sleep easy.
Because it felt like she had caught me doing all those dirty things behind her back.
I kept wondering when Jia would reach out to me.
Would she message me while I was gaming?
Would she secretly come find me during my shift?
Or would she contact me through Instagram or Twitter DMs?
What excuse should I give? How should I wrap this up?
I had braced myself, filled with anxiety, but strangely, over a week passed and Jia still hadn’t contacted me.
The boss had clearly given her the hint.
What the hell had happened that she was keeping her mouth shut?
At first the anxiety had been overwhelming, but now I was starting to feel uncertain.
Maybe Jia was just as anxious as I was.
She looked incredibly arrogant and perfect on the outside, but she was still younger than me, right?
When I was her age, I was basically just a high school girl who had taken off her uniform. No matter how bold she acted, she probably wasn’t that daring.
…She might have been tricked by the boss.
Just like how girls that age often fell for their school teachers or tutors.
Maybe Jia had fallen for the boss because he was kind to his wife, then ended up corrupted by that monstrous man?
Honestly, if that video I had secretly saved ever got out… the only one who would be truly screwed was Jia. Not me. Not the boss.
If she had really planned to stuff me in concrete and dump me in the Pacific, she wouldn’t have dragged it out this long.
“Hmm…”
The more I watched that video—which only grew more impressive the more I saw it—the more I started feeling a strange sense of kinship with Jia instead of fear.
After all… I was an attention whore who posted on Twitter too, even if I didn’t go as far as posting lewd photos.
If I had a perfect sex partner and secretly posted videos where I changed my hair color, skin tone, and even added a mole just like this… honestly, I’d pretend to hate it but I’d probably nod along.
There was nothing more thrilling than being praised anonymously while hiding your identity, all while knowing you might get caught.
And if we were talking about the boss, he was top-tier as a sex partner even if not as a lover… right?
Great body, tall, didn’t smell, well-groomed.
…And most of all, his dick was terrifyingly huge.
Even a top idol like Jia probably couldn’t easily find a discreet, decent partner like him.
Wait, was the boss actually that discreet?
The fact that he told her to post those slutty pics makes me think maybe not…
No. Maybe Jia just really wanted to post them.
And if it were me, I don’t think I could resist bragging about fucking an idol like that…
“…Suah unnie.”
“Y-yes…?”
While I was slumped over the counter lost in all sorts of wild fantasies, a woman wearing a suspicious mask spoke to me.
…There was no mistaking that voice.
It was the very idol I had just been fantasizing about.
“It’s time for you to get off, right? Can I borrow you for a moment?”
“…Ah, uh. Yes. Um. Just a second…”
“I’ll wait downstairs. Come down when you’re done. I have something to say to you.”
Even in sloppy clothes with her face covered, Jia still radiated elegance. She delivered her message briefly, then naturally disappeared from my sight.
…It had finally come.
Still, unlike a week ago, I had somewhat prepared myself, so I wasn’t shaking that badly.
It wasn’t like I had done anything that terrible.
Like the boss said, the one in the wrong was Jia, wasn’t it?
You’re the bad one here, you… perverted bitch.
Uploading those slutty tweets with a body that gets hornier every day…
“…Hah.”
I had crossed the line while trying to calm my nerves. I shook my head hard, straightened my posture, and took a deep breath.
Calm down.
I still didn’t know if Jia was going to physically shut my mouth.
Or financially shut it.
Of course… now that I’d been caught, she wouldn’t go so far as to kidnap and rape me.
…Right?
No way… surely not…