The Private Room
Neatly arranged sushi sat before me, but I couldn't bring myself to pick up the chopsticks.
Gyeong-rok kept speaking calmly as he looked between Min-a and me, yet neither of us could manage a reply.
“Haa… haah…”
How far would Hyung’s hand reach? How aroused was Min-a right now?
Would he stop? Or did he intend to keep touching her until she reached climax?
Every possible thought shook through my mind.
Min-a’s once-steady breathing had lost its rhythm and now trembled faintly, while the fingers gripping her glass had turned white.
Every so often her shoulders would twitch and shiver.
From across the table I watched that precarious sight unfold in real time, swallowing dryly.
Clatter.
One of the chopsticks Min-a had been holding slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor.
“Ah…”
She let out a short gasp. Her cheeks flushed so red they looked ready to burst.
The way she panted made it clear this wasn’t the reaction of someone merely startled by dropping something.
As Min-a hurriedly leaned down to retrieve the chopstick, Gyeong-rok lightly pressed her shoulder to stop her.
“Min-woo, could you pick that up for us?”
It was phrased as a request, yet carried an unmistakable weight.
When I bent down and slipped beneath the table, I finally understood why he had asked me to do it.
In the dim space under the table I saw exactly what I had only imagined moments ago.
Min-a’s skirt was rolled up to her thighs.
Every time Gyeong-rok’s hand stroked the inside of her thigh and the top of her panties, her legs visibly trembled.
“Hnn… haah…”
Realizing I might see, Min-a tried to close her legs, but Gyeong-rok’s hand blocked her.
The hand that had been rubbing the outside of her panties carefully pushed the fabric aside and slipped in.
Min-a was so aroused that I could hear the wet sound of his fingers entering her.
Why? Because Hyung was touching her? Or… because I was watching?
I forgot all about picking up the chopsticks and simply stared, dazed, at the scene before me.
“W-wait… what if someone outside hears…?”
Min-a’s voice trembled with shame. Right in front of me, she was being driven toward climax by Gyeong-rok’s fingers.
“…Here.”
“Thanks, Min-woo. Since this one fell, let’s throw it away and use a new pair.”
Only after I emerged from under the table did Gyeong-rok finally withdraw his hand from Min-a.
Min-a accepted the fresh chopsticks he offered her with trembling hands, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of humiliation.
I slowly raised my gaze to meet hers. She was already looking at me.
It wasn’t a plea for help, nor was it completely calm. Her expression was impossible to describe—shame, confusion, and something far more complicated all tangled together.
My heart began to pound violently. I felt like I should say something, anything.
But no words came out. Gyeong-rok remained perfectly composed, and Min-a stayed silent, as if I were the only one having strange thoughts.
“Min-a, come sit a little closer to me.”
Gyeong-rok wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in.
“Uh… um…”
Min-a glanced at me with wide, flustered eyes, silently asking if this was really okay.
The choice was no longer mine. She had already been given to him with my permission.
A selfish part of me wondered what would happen if she suddenly said she wanted to stop.
…I was insane. It hadn’t even been thirty minutes since Min-a told me she would sacrifice herself for my sake.
I forced myself to nod. Only then did Min-a shift a little closer to him.
“You look quite tense, Min-a. Don’t worry. I won’t force you to do anything.”
“…But we’re outside… If someone hears…”
Gyeong-rok shook his head as if to reassure her.
“Min-a. Min-woo. Could the two of you stay quiet for a moment?”
Min-a and I both fell silent at his words.
…Strangely, the room had gone completely quiet. Not a single sound came from the neighboring rooms.
It was a Japanese restaurant with plenty of private rooms, yet truly no sound escaped.
“A lot of my superiors prefer quiet places for company dinners, so I keep this place in mind. Sound never leaks out, and the door won’t open unless you call for service.”
Min-a and I both nodded at Gyeong-rok’s confident explanation. If he said it, we believed it.
“Even so… it’s embarrassing… I never thought I’d have to show myself like this in front of my boyfriend…”
As Min-a fidgeted with her hands, Gyeong-rok gave her a gentle smile and removed his hand from her shoulder.
“Then shall we stop here for today?”
At his question, the room fell deathly silent.
Gyeong-rok truly withdrew his hand and simply refilled the glass in front of him. He didn’t press us for an answer, only waited for us to decide.
Min-a lowered her head and carefully pulled her skirt back down with shaking hands. Her face was still flushed.
If she agreed now, everything would end.
…It was selfish, but I didn’t want her to.
Watching this was far more arousing than simply hearing that she had slept with Gyeong-rok. The image of her growing wet beneath the table was burned into my mind.
Even through the crushing guilt, I couldn’t bring myself to tell them to stop.
When I remained silent, Min-a slowly lifted her head and looked at me. Her eyes wavered as she studied my expression.
After a long pause, she spoke in a voice barely above a whisper.
“…It’s all right, Team Leader. I’m fine. Because my boyfriend wants this…”
Gyeong-rok raised an eyebrow, then smiled softly.
“You’re remarkable, Min-a.”
He took a sip of the sake in his glass, then gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder once more.
Min-a, now nestled against him, kept her gaze fixed on the floor.
“It feels a little warm in here. Your blouse looks uncomfortable.”
Along with his gentle voice, his large hand moved toward the collar of her blouse.
The moment his fingers touched the first button, Min-a flinched and gripped her skirt tightly.
He paused, as if giving her the chance to refuse, and looked down at her. Min-a simply bit her lip and stayed still.
Taking her silence as permission, Gyeong-rok’s fingers moved again.
Click. Pop.
In the silent room, the soft sound of each button coming undone seemed deafening.
He worked slowly, deliberately, unfastening them one by one.
With every button released, more of Min-a’s pale skin and delicate collarbones came into view.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from across the table.
My mouth had gone completely dry.
When the blouse finally parted to the sides, the black lace bra she wore beneath was laid bare.
It was the same underwear I saw often at home, yet seeing it revealed by another man’s hands felt entirely different.
Min-a’s face was flushed with shame and arousal, her chest rising and falling with each quick breath.
“Min-a. This is for Min-woo’s sake… Can you endure it a little longer?”
Gyeong-rok murmured softly as he gently slid the open blouse down her shoulders.
The sight of my wife in her underwear, her office outfit half-undone, was unbearably arousing.
“Ahh… no, Team Leader…”
A phrase I had heard somewhere came to mind.
Pillow sales.
The idea that sales staff would offer sexual favors to secure better results.
Looking at Min-a sitting there half-exposed, a twisted fantasy rose in my mind.
While I pressed down on my painfully hard erection, Gyeong-rok spoke to me with a smile.
“Min-woo, go ahead and eat. It’s fine.”
How could he stay so calm? Was I the only one getting aroused by this?
I picked up my chopsticks and forced a piece of sushi into my mouth.
“Ah… yeah. I’ll eat.”
“Good. Min-a, try this one too. You’ve been too nervous to eat anything.”
Gyeong-rok picked up a piece of red tuna with his own chopsticks and slowly brought it to her lips.
Min-a’s shoulders jerked.
Her husband sat right across from her while her boss fed her in nothing but her underwear.
Her wavering eyes turned to me once more.
Again, she was asking for my permission.
But my gaze wasn’t on her pleading eyes. It was fixed on her pale breasts, trembling with every breath.
I said nothing and simply swallowed hard.
Seeing my silence, resignation settled heavily in Min-a’s eyes.
“…Thank you, Team Leader.”
She slowly opened her mouth and accepted the sushi he offered.
“That’s it. Good girl.”
His hand gently stroked her flushed cheek in praise.
Shame spread across Min-a’s red lips and downcast eyes as she chewed.
“Min-a. Shall we do just one more thing and stop?”
Gyeong-rok whispered near her ear with a small, apologetic smile.
Seeing him so close to her exposed body pushed my arousal past its limit.
“You want me to… take something else off here…?”
Min-a covered her mouth in shock and glanced at me once more, as if asking if I truly wanted this too.