Her Gentle Confession
The ticking of the second hand on the living room wall clock cut through the silence with unusual sharpness.
It was well past eleven at night, yet Min-a still hadn't come home.
Nothing could have gone wrong. …Gyeong-rok hyung was with her, so everything would be fine.
Seated on the sofa, I stared down at my lap. My cock strained against my zipper, painfully hard and showing no sign of softening.
My mind kept circling back to Min-a in that beige dress, the one she'd worn to meet Gyeong-rok.
…Crazy bastard.
Even as I cursed myself, my hand drifted toward my crotch again.
Beep. Click. Click. The door lock chimed, shattering the quiet. I shot up from the sofa on reflex.
The door opened, and the woman I'd been waiting for stepped inside.
“…Min-a.”
At the sound of my voice, she froze mid-step while removing her shoes, as if rooted to the spot.
She kept her head bowed, desperately avoiding my eyes.
Min-a had always rushed into my arms the moment she came home. This felt painfully wrong.
I rose from the sofa and walked toward her. The moment the light revealed her appearance, my breath caught in my throat.
Her neatly tied brown hair was now disheveled. The beige dress was strangely wrinkled.
“…Min-a…”
“Hee… You waited up for me, oppa?”
She forced a laugh and approached, but even her walk looked off. She took smaller steps, as if her legs were unsteady, and a heavy, unfamiliar men's cologne clung to her.
My cock throbbed so hard it was impossible to believe I suffered from erectile dysfunction. My eyes were fixed only on her.
“Oppa.”
Min-a slowly lifted her head. Her eyes were red and swollen, yet she forced the corners of her mouth into a gentle smile as she looked at me.
It wasn't her usual smile. It was one she'd manufactured to reassure me.
The upturned lips she used to say she was fine. The clenched jaw holding back tears.
Seeing it all so clearly hurt more than if she'd simply broken down and cried.
But Min-a didn't cry.
She kept smiling, as if she knew that if she wept, I would fall apart.
Jealousy tore through my chest, yet the sight of her—marked by another man, still smiling for me—sent a twisted wave of arousal through my entire body.
Min-a slipped off her shoes and stepped into my arms, moving slowly. Her shoulders trembled faintly as she held me tight.
The traces of tears she'd forced back were still visible on her cheeks.
I stroked her back, but the strange scent at the tip of my nose made my nerves go numb.
She eased away and took my hand, wearing that same stiff, awkward smile.
“Oppa… let's go to bed.”
Her hand felt unusually cold and damp.
She gripped mine tightly, as if trying to hide the slight wobble in her legs, and led me toward the bedroom.
Watching her sacrifice herself completely for my sake, I could barely draw breath.
Min-a had slept with Gyeong-rok hyung for me.
Thinking that made it a little easier to bear.
But had that really been all?
If everything she'd endured tonight had been solely for me, why was my breathing so ragged?
Why did jealousy come before guilt, and why did my body react before either?
Holding her hand, I couldn't tell whether what I felt was love or desire.
The bedroom door closed. The soft yellow glow of the lamp filled the room with a somber light.
Min-a perched on the edge of the bed, head still half-lowered, clutching the hem of her dress with both hands.
I knelt on the floor in front of her.
My cock, swollen to the point of bursting, throbbed painfully at the sight of her.
“Min-a… was it hard?”
She slowly raised her head. Her gaze, red and puffy, drifted down to the tent in my pants.
For a moment, her eyes wavered.
“…This is what you wanted, isn't it?”
Her voice was strangely calm, far from the resentment I'd expected. A peculiar mix of resignation and something like relief colored her tone.
Maybe it would have been easier if she'd been angry.
If she'd screamed, hit me, pushed me away, I could have told myself I'd been punished.
But Min-a didn't do that.
Instead, she confirmed the truth in a voice so quiet I couldn't escape it.
With trembling hands, she reached back and began pulling down the zipper of her dress.
The soft sound of the zipper descending, the beige fabric sliding off her shoulders—I nearly forgot how to breathe.
This was the moment I'd imagined countless times. Now that it was real, there was no joy in it.
My eyes weren't on her body.
They lingered on her tense shoulders and the red rims of her eyes where she'd held back tears.
That sight pressed down on my chest.
And it aroused me even more.
“Min-a… You're beautiful. Really…”
The words came out rougher and lower than I'd expected.
Jealousy, humiliation, and the sick thrill of having allowed another man to touch the woman I loved filled my head.
Min-a let the dress fall away completely. Clad only in black lace underwear, she whispered,
“Team Leader said… not to hide anything from you. He told me to tell you everything.”
“…What?”
“Everything that happened at his place tonight. Every sound I made, every face I made. He said you’d… like it.”
I crawled onto the bed like a madman and pulled her slender waist into a tight embrace.
I couldn't hold back anymore. The shame in her expression, the humiliation she must have felt—it excited me.
“Tell me, Min-a. Don't leave anything out. Tell me everything he did to you.”
She gave a strained smile and gently wrapped her arms around my head.
Then, lips brushing my ear, she began to recount the raw memories of the night.
“At first… Team Leader came out of the shower and we drank wine in the living room.”
A faint smile curved her lips. She nipped my earlobe lightly before continuing.
“Then he took me to the bedroom… and touched my breasts first.”
“Hng…”
While stroking my cock through my pants, she kissed me on the lips.
Her voice was eerily steady, as if she were recounting someone else's story—dry and detached.
Yet the delicate fingers caressing me still trembled.
The contrast between the obscene words leaving her mouth and the fear she couldn't hide drove me insane.
With every whisper, my cock swelled larger than I thought possible.
“And then… I took Team Leader's cock… in my mouth.”
“…!”
She gave him oral…? I'd never even asked her for that.
“It was much bigger than yours… It blocked my throat and I couldn't breathe.”
The image of Min-a servicing another man's massive cock formed in my mind.
I pulled her waist tighter, barely managing to breathe.
“Min-a… haa… You put hyung's cock in your mouth…?”
“Yeah… Until my tongue went numb. And then…”
Her voice began to shake. Her hands gripped my shoulders hard.
“He laid me on the bed. My clothes were already off… My legs were spread so I couldn't hide anything.”
The air in the room seemed to stop. For a second I worried she might start crying.
“It was so big… It hurt like I was being torn apart… But every time he moved his hips… eventually it felt so good I couldn't help it…”
Still stroking me through my pants, Min-a carefully undid my zipper.
When my trapped cock sprang free, she looked slightly startled.
“Hng. Oppa really likes this, huh?”
“…Min-a…”
She gave a faint, shadowed smile and wrapped her hand around the base.
“W-wait. Min-a.”
“You're excited, oppa. …But I can't do any more tonight. No sex.”
Her hand began to move slowly. Even that clumsy touch felt more intense than anything I'd ever known.
“It went in so deep… It hurt like I was splitting open.”
Her tongue flicked against my glans. My body jerked at the sharp pleasure.
“I begged him to go slower because I was thinking of you… but he never stopped.”
Min-a opened her mouth and carefully took me inside. Watching her stroke the base while holding me in her mouth sent a rush of twisted excitement through me.
It was clumsy, but the fact that Gyeong-rok hyung had taught her this… the guilt only made it more thrilling.
With my cock filling her mouth, Min-a glanced up at me.
The moment our eyes met—hers wet with tears—guilt and pleasure surged together, pushing me to the edge.
“Min… Min-a. Wait… I have to pull out…”
“Mm…?”
My cock pulsed and released. I should have held on longer…
Because she'd pulled away too late, my cum splattered across her face.
Seeing my release on her beautiful features snapped me back to reality.
What had I just done? I'd come on Min-a's face…?
While she was sucking me…? While listening to her describe sex with another man…?
Even with her face covered in cum, Min-a didn't get angry or cry.
“Oppa, you should have said something sooner. Did it feel that good?”
Instead, she smiled softly, grabbed a tissue, and wiped her face before cleaning the tip of my cock.
That smile was unbearable.
The fact that she wasn't angry, wasn't crying, wasn't pushing me away—I couldn't stand it.
I only felt more wretched. Min-a was pretending to be fine.
She'd probably been doing it all night.
In front of Gyeong-rok, in the car on the way home, and now in front of me.
Min-a kept pretending everything was okay.
Believing it was all for me.
I reached out and took her wrist.
“It's okay. I'll do it.”
Min-a looked at me. Only then did her hand stop.
Her eyes trembled, just slightly—as if she'd been waiting for those words.