Once Is Chance, Twice Is Inevitable – 1
"Where do you think you're going?"
"...I have better things to do than bicker with you. So keep your mind on yourself and enjoy your shower."
"......"
A man and a woman, both naked in the bathroom — and she was just going to walk out like that?
As I watched Hyeran's retreating back, her head snapping around to flee, I couldn't help but lick my lips.
Mmm, not a chance...!
She could come in whenever she pleased, but leaving was another matter entirely.
Squeeze—!
Her back, left utterly defenseless in front of a naked man. I pulled her tight against me with no intention whatsoever of letting go.
"Ngh...! L-let go of me! You're... you're not letting go...!?"
"You didn't even lock the door. You didn't answer when I knocked. Then you tried to shove me out and pull the whole 'guest's out, everyone go home' routine. And on top of that..."
Squeeze, squeeze♥
"H-hyaa...!"
"Your carelessness is what got things into this state. And you're just going to walk away? Well, since we're here anyway, why not bathe together?"
I rubbed my throbbing erection back and forth in the cleft between the plump mounds of her ass.
Even then, I didn't forget my flair for the theatrical — using my silver tongue to lavish her with a little humiliation on the side.
"I-I didn't even do anything! What am I supposed to do about it...!"
"What are you supposed to do? The one who caused it has to take responsibility for resolving it, of course."
"R-resolve it...?"
"Yes."
Pressed up against her, I loosened my grip a little.
Then, with the cock that had been grinding between her cheeks, I gave her soft, plump rear a couple of playful smacks.
"I'm this hard because of you, sister-in-law. So you're the one who's going to have to work hard to put out this fire, aren't you?"
"......!"
At my not-so-subtle suggestion that she resolve it with her own hands, her whole body went rigid.
She'd figured out exactly what I meant.
"N-no way.... It's not like I don't have hands, you could just take care of it by yourself in your room.... Ngh. That's how it's done...!"
"The carelessness was yours. So was the cause. This is all your fault, so why should I have to take care of it alone, wallowing in self-pity?"
"That's..."
Beep beep—
While my sister-in-law squirmed in my arms, whining that she wouldn't do it, the sound of fingers punching in the front door code rang out, and a moment later the door thudded shut.
Looked like that bastard had come back from taking out the trash.
"Mmph...!"
"Shh. Quiet, unless you want to get caught."
"!"
I clamped a hand over her mouth and whispered my half-threat into her ear.
And she stopped resisting, going docile in my embrace.
What kind of wife would want her husband walking in on her — naked, wrapped around another man in the shower, no less?
"Honey? Hyeran? That's strange, she was home when I left...."
Kim Taeho's muttering drifted through the door.
Every time his voice sounded, I could feel Hyeran's body, already stiff with tension, tremble harder.
Just stay quiet and he won't find us....
So, to let her know she had nothing to worry about, I held her close and warm.
Of course, reassuring her nerves wasn't the only reason.
"Not in the bedroom, not the living room.... Could she be taking a bath?"
Kim Taeho, wandering everywhere on his twenty-thousand-mile search for his wife, finally stopped in front of the changing room.
I could feel him sidling closer, clearing his throat with a hm-hmm and muttering in a smug, knowing voice.
No bedroom, no nothing — nowhere else to be seen.
He must have convinced himself there was only one place left where his dear wife could be.
Ugh, almost gagged there.
That honeyed voice of his did rub me the wrong way, but the situation itself was a little too funny.
The man didn't have the faintest suspicion that I would be in here — he just assumed his wife was, and here he came.
Pfft. How was I not supposed to laugh?
"What the — why would Hyeran be in here?"
"H-huh? Oh... it's you...?"
"Yep."
He'd been so sure his wife was in here, and look what we have.
Instead of his wife, he finds the owner of the very house he's living off of.
Kim Taeho, apparently flustered, started stammering. I could see the vague silhouette of him shuffling backward in the gloom.
For the record, from his side of the changing room, the interior was completely invisible.
Which meant that even with his face inches away, he had no idea his wife was wrapped up in my arms right in front of him.
"You finished taking out the trash?"
"Y-yeah.... Did everything you told me to...."
"Good effort. So — the job hunt?"
"......I've got an interview lined up somewhere. Apparently they think better of me than I expected."
"Oh, really? Good for you."
I congratulated him with all the soul of a dial tone.
Anyone can land an interview, after all.
Meet the man face to face, chat with him a while, and you'd get a read on his character — but his true nature is harder to smell through a phone call alone.
In other words, nobody knows how it'll go until he's standing in front of them.
Of course, I know everything there is to know about the bastard, having watched him since we were kids — and I'd wager my own cock on a rejection...!
"By the way.... you haven't seen my wife anywhere, have you...?"
"I've been in here a while, so I wouldn't know. You tried looking around the apartment?"
"Y-yeah. Searched the whole place. Couldn't find her, so I came here...."
"Hmm. Maybe she stepped out to the market, or went somewhere. If you're that curious, try calling her."
"N-no. I've got to get ready and head out to the interview anyway, so it's fine. But if she comes back later, could you let her know I'm looking for her...?"
"Sure, that's not hard.... Anyway, were you planning to stand there forever...?"
"Huh...? What — I said I was heading to my interview."
"Not that. I came in here to wash up, and you're standing there yakking at me nonstop. Exactly how long are you planning to keep this up? I swear to god...?"
"S-sorry. I'll get going."
Kim Taeho beat a hasty retreat from the changing room, save me, my legs written all over him.
Probably recalled all the times I'd slapped him upside the head as kids and decided he didn't want another one — hence the sprint.
Thud—
The changing room door clicked shut, and his footsteps faded farther and farther away.
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"Whew... haaa...."
"Finally gone, huh."
The rigid tension bled out of her bit by bit until her whole body went slack, and she let out a long, deep sigh.
What was she so relieved about, slumping there like that?
The party crasher was gone — this was the perfect moment to get started.
"U-um. He's probably gone now, so I should really be going too...."
Well, would you look at that.
Slyly trying to make her escape, isn't she?
"Going where, exactly?"
I pulled her fleeing body back into my arms and seized her breasts with a rough, possessive grip.
"Haah, ngh. If you gr-grab them that hard.... a sound might... slip out...."
"Stop overthinking and stay still."
"But.... in the same house as my husband, doing... something like this...."
"He's already gone, like I said. So drop the excuses and listen to what I'm asking of you."
"As-asking? A-asking what?"
"What do you think?"
No need to spell it out step by step.
All I had to do was press the thick, swollen head of my dear companion firmly against the soft flesh of her ass, over and over.
"W-wait a minuuute...!"
"Now what?"
Again. Always again. A flicker of genuine irritation crept in.
We both knew how this was going to end — all this stalling was getting old.
"If there's something you want to say, say it fast — before I just shove it in and start fucking you."
"Ah. W-well, you see.... I-I believe we agreed — we promised — you'd use protection, didn't we...?"
"I didn't bring any, since I wasn't planning on actually having sex. Why — did you bring some?"
"N-no, I, um, no...!?"
Just look at her panic.
I'd let her finish, curious what she'd come up with — and that was it...?
"So you couldn't forget the taste of my cock, and deep down you've been hoping for it. That about sums it up, huh."
"N-no. Th-that's n-not...! I d-don't want that at — at all, I'm telling you."
"Sure, whatever you say."
I smirked at her flustered denial.
Then my left hand, still kneading her breasts, drifted slowly down — past her sternum, across her soft lower belly — until it finally reached the glistening slit between her legs.
"Mmmh...."
"For someone who says all that, you're soaked down here."
"Th-that's just.... water left over from the shower...."
"Liar."
"...!"
Leftover water from showering?
On its face, a perfectly plausible explanation.
But it couldn't fool my senses, and it couldn't fool my eyes....
She'd been getting off on my gentle, caressing touch without even realizing it — leaking her honey all over my fingers...!
Or, if not that....
Had she been touching herself in secret before I walked in?
"Water doesn't get this sticky, sister-in-law. If you're going to lie, at least lie properly."
"......"
"You felt my touch. Or maybe you were playing with yourself before I came in...."
"I-I'm not a monkey. Why would I ever stoop to something that — that vulgar...!"
"Then it wasn't the latter — it was the former. Got it."
"......"
The accusation had struck home. She clamped her mouth shut and offered no rebuttal at all.
"Walks into the shower, ends up wrapped in her brother-in-law's arms getting felt up, dribbling her juices everywhere.... My, what an honest woman you are — even more than I thought...?"
"Th-that's so vul—... mmph!?"
An eye for an eye, a mouth for a mouth.
To shut that nagging trap of hers, there was only one thing to plug it with.
Chwuurp.... chwp....
I pressed my lips over hers and drank her in, deep and slow.
My tongue wanted into her mouth, but her teeth were clenched shut.
"Stop fighting and open up."
"Chu, tsub. Mmh.... chubp...."
Hyeran's eyes wavered where they met mine.
Inside her head, alarm bells were surely screaming that this absolutely could not happen.
But the instinct of the prey — of the female — carved deep into her body left her at a loss, and little by little, exactly as I'd ordered, her lips began to part.
I didn't waste the opening. My tongue slid into her mouth.
And there, trading our saliva thick and messy, we sank into a deep, shameless kiss.
A genuine tsundere, isn't she.
Saying no with her mouth while quietly giving in to everything.
No matter how I turned it over, no other word fit her better.