Silent Consent
“You want me to… take one more off… here…?”
Min-ah, who had covered her mouth in shock, checked my reaction once again.
Her eyes trembled pitifully, as though asking whether I truly wanted even this, but… once again, I kept my mouth firmly shut.
Whenever things grew difficult, whenever she hesitated, and whenever she had to make a decision, Min-ah always looked at my eyes first.
And every single time, I averted that gaze.
No.
It wasn’t that I averted it. I had pushed the burden onto her.
Even now, Min-ah was waiting for my answer.
She wanted confirmation that it was really all right… that this was what I wanted… that it was acceptable to go this far.
Because I was her boyfriend, the man who would soon become her husband.
Yet I could not utter a single word.
I did not want to stop.
The moment I admitted that truth, a chill settled deep inside my chest.
I had been the one who could have pulled back first, before Min-ah ever did.
But I never once had.
Gazing at Min-ah’s trembling eyes, I slowly swallowed.
And in the end, I said nothing again this time.
When I ultimately remained silent, I watched the final thread of hope in Min-ah’s eyes crumble into dust.
“Yes. Just one more.”
Gyeong-rok whispered in the same gentle, tender voice.
“Shall we remove just your bra, Min-ah?”
At his words, Min-ah’s shoulders quivered violently.
She closed her eyes for a moment. Her eyelids fluttered.
My gaze had already locked onto her black lace underwear and the ragged rhythm of her breathing.
Realizing I would not stop her, Min-ah finally lowered her head in resignation.
“…Yes.”
With that faint reply, both of Min-ah’s hands moved behind her back.
No one spoke inside the room.
Only her quickened breaths and the tiny scraping sounds of her fingers fumbling with the hook filled the space.
A small metallic click rang out.
Her hands had been shaking so badly that the hook refused to open at first, but it finally gave way.
Eyes squeezed tightly shut, Min-ah slowly slid the straps down her shoulders.
The black lace bra glided along her pale arms, then dropped onto her lap with a soft thud.
Her upper body, now completely uncovered, was fully exposed beneath the bright lights.
The neat business suit and her bare breasts formed a bizarre, mismatched picture.
It made tearing my eyes away even harder.
Gyeong-rok had boasted it would be safe, but if someone rang the bell by mistake… or if a drunk customer opened the door, Min-ah’s topless figure would be completely visible.
I was not the only one who understood that.
Min-ah was anxious, yet Gyeong-rok remained perfectly at ease.
As though he believed such a thing could never happen.
When the cool air from the air conditioner brushed her bare skin, Min-ah shrank into herself from the cold and the shame.
Her stiffly erect nipples trembled faintly.
“You look cold, Min-ah.”
“Y-yes… it’s a little… cold.”
Even as she shivered, Min-ah did not ask if she could put her clothes back on.
Probably… because she knew I was enjoying it.
Min-ah covered her breasts with both arms and bit her lower lip.
The shame and fear contained in her eyes tore at my heart.
My mind knew I should step forward, pull her into my arms, and leave this room.
But my body remained rooted to the floor.
No, I did not want to move.
“There isn’t much left now, Min-ah. Will you come sit on my lap?”
Gyeong-rok spoke leisurely, as if the request meant nothing at all.
“B-but….”
He gently took the hesitating Min-ah’s hand.
Her body stiffened when she tried to turn her head toward me.
Biting her lip lightly, Min-ah carefully climbed onto Gyeong-rok’s lap.
“Haa…. It feels… strange….”
“Is it because Min-woo is watching?”
Gyeong-rok’s large hand wrapped around Min-ah’s waist while his other hand cupped her breast.
A suppressed moan burst from Min-ah’s lips.
“Haa… hng… uu….”
Tears rose in Min-ah’s eyes.
Yet I could not even think of wiping those tears or taking her hand.
“I won’t kiss you. I promised, after all.”
“Agh… u… ng… haa….”
Gyeong-rok’s teeth carefully sank into Min-ah’s shoulder.
A bite mark appeared on skin that had been flawless only moments before.
It was clearly a situation that should have made me furious, yet the arousal surging through me refused to let me intervene.
Gyeong-rok’s fingers slowly teased Min-ah’s nipple.
“Agh… haa… ng… haang….”
When the moans kept slipping out, Min-ah unconsciously grabbed his hand.
“I’ll only do a little more, so will you refrain from stopping me?”
“B-but…”
Both Gyeong-rok’s and Min-ah’s eyes turned toward me at the same time.
What they wanted was obvious, but I was far too much of a coward to side with Gyeong-rok here.
“T-Team Leader…”
“It won’t take long. This is for Min-woo’s sake… just a little longer.”
‘For Min-woo’s sake.’ Once Gyeong-rok framed it that way, Min-ah seemed to have no choice.
She carefully lowered the hand that had been covering her chest and rested it on her lap.
Gyeong-rok now kneaded Min-ah’s breasts without any hindrance.
It did not feel like the touch of a man caressing his own girlfriend… or wife.
That only heightened my arousal.
Without realizing it, I bit my lip hard and stared at the scene.
When Gyeong-rok’s finger gave her nipple a slight twist, Min-ah’s shoulders jerked.
Her gaze drifted through the air before settling on me.
Her tear-filled eyes brimmed with shame and a silent plea, yet she never asked him to stop.
“Min-ah. This really is the last part. Shall we lift your skirt now?”
“Haa… hng… this… is really… the last, right…?”
Her voice trailed off, trembling, as her shaking hand moved to the hem of her skirt.
The fingers gripping the edge of the black suit skirt twitched faintly.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the skirt began to roll upward.
Though her voice shook when she asked if it was truly the last, her fingers did not stop.
The newly exposed skin of her inner thighs was already flushed deep red from Gyeong-rok’s touch.
And at last, the intimate region of her black lace panties entered my sight.
My breath caught.
Min-ah’s panties were already drenched with transparent arousal, shamelessly revealing the red flesh beneath.
The sight of the sticky fluids soaking the fabric and trickling down her inner thighs wiped my mind completely blank.
Why? …Because Gyeong-rok had touched her?
Or… because I was watching…?
The hand that had been fondling Min-ah’s breast slid down her smooth stomach and paused.
A knock sounded from outside the door.
“Hmm. Looks like it’s time to close.”
Gyeong-rok spoke as if it were nothing.
My heart was pounding so violently I thought it might explode, yet Gyeong-rok remained astonishingly calm.
“Shall we stop here for today? It’s getting late… and we did make a promise.”
Min-ah bit the corner of her lip, then forced a smile.
“Yes. That’s fine.”
She turned to look at me and asked.
“Oppa, you’re okay with that too, right?”
I could not answer.
I no longer possessed the right to say it was good… or that I hated it…
Because neither right remained with me any longer.
Min-ah and I barely exchanged a word on the way home.
Even when one of us occasionally spoke, the replies remained vague and half-hearted.
By the time the taxi stopped in front of our building, both of us had given up trying to keep any conversation alive.
“Oppa. I’ll wash first today.”
“Ah… yeah. Go ahead.”
The moment we stepped inside after entering the passcode, Min-ah, following habit, announced she would shower first.
I collapsed onto the living-room sofa and rubbed my face with dry hands.
Yet the arousal refused to subside.
It is embarrassing to admit, but the erection that had risen while watching Min-ah showed no sign of fading.
A crushing sense of self-loathing dominated my thoughts.
Still, every time I closed my eyes, Min-ah’s image resurfaced.
The face she made when she could no longer hold back her moans, the look in her eyes as she clutched her breasts with both arms and stared at me.
And even the unmistakable trace between her legs that she had failed to hide in the end.
I knew I should not remember any of it, yet the images refused to leave my mind.
I shot up from the sofa and headed for the bathroom.
I could not endure it any longer.
I knocked on the tightly closed door, but only the sound of running water answered.
“Min-ah. Can I come in?”
There was still no reply from her.
I carefully turned the doorknob.
Min-ah, who had been showering, looked at me in surprise.
“Oppa…! What are you… suddenly…!”
Her reaction was completely different from usual.
There was none of the playful, coquettish attitude she usually showed when I suggested we shower together or teased her.
“Ah… I just thought it might be nice to wash together.”
“Hng…”
After a brief moment of hesitation, Min-ah shook her head.
“I’m sorry, oppa. Can you let me have a little time alone today?”
A clean refusal with no excuse attached. There was no room left to push.
“Uh… sure. Sorry, Min-ah.”
I closed the bathroom door and tossed the clothes I had removed into the washing machine.
Min-ah’s discarded blouse ended up in my hands.
My fingers paused at the faint trace of her perfume that still clung to it.
Even after I closed the washing-machine door, I remained standing there for a long time.