Making an International Call More Seriously Than I Thought
Ring ring... ring ring...
[The person you are calling is not available. Please leave a message after the beep...]
Click.
Tap. Tap tap.
Ring ring... ring ring...
[The person you are calling is not available. Please leave a message after the beep...]
Why!
Why the hell can't I get through to her!
With a maddening sense of desperation, I jab the call button again and again.
A warning pops up about international roaming charges...
Ring ring... ring ring...
[The person you are calling is not available. Please leave a message after the beep...]
The same mechanical voice greets me for the hundredth time.
Jung Eun-ho (219)
The number displayed in my outgoing calls feels unreal.
For an entire hour now, I haven't moved an inch. I've just kept pressing the call button over and over and over.
I have no choice.
This is the only thing I can do right now.
To Eun-ho.
To my wife. I have to call her.
But...
[The person you are calling is not available. Please leave a message after the beep...]
Two hundred and twenty calls.
My wife isn't answering.
My calls.
With trembling hands, I open the photo gallery and look at the picture again.
The last photo my wife sent me...
* * *
In the photo, my wife is smiling.
Her slender, slim body and small breasts have lost their usual pale color, burned into a pitiful shade of red.
Someone's hands have been roughly kneading and squeezing and kneading them again.
My wife's body.
My woman's body.
Violated endlessly by someone else's—probably a man's—hands.
The space where the photo was taken is...
...our bedroom.
I can see the interior and decorations my wife and I chose together. There's no mistaking it.
The white sheets and blanket where we made love this morning, right before I left for work...
are now stained with sticky, cloudy fluid.
Violated.
Our home, the sanctuary of our family.
Our bedroom, the sacred space of our marriage.
...And what about my naked wife's most intimate place, spread open in an unbelievably obscene manner?
I've never even seen my wife spread her legs this wide.
Eun-ho isn't a sexually conservative woman, but she's not the type to enjoy sex so much that she'd expose herself in such an explicit pose either.
If it had been a man's rough hands forcing her legs apart, it might have been horrifying, but at least it wouldn't feel this absurd.
My wife is wearing an expression of pleasure, voluntarily spreading her thighs in a vulgar display and showing off her sex.
Moreover, the white fluid leaking from between her spread folds...
This is unmistakably...
A man's... semen.
Conquered.
My wife's vagina.
The womb that could carry a child.
Before she wanted a baby, Eun-ho had always been strict about contraception and never allowed me to have sex without a condom.
Even I... even I have never done a creampie...
Some faceless bastard did it first...
A single creampie doesn't guarantee pregnancy, but...
The sperm released into my wife's virgin womb, the first sperm to kiss her virgin egg...
wasn't mine...
"Urgh... kuhk..."
Again.
Something surges up from inside me.
"Kuhk... kuhk... gweeegh..."
I clutch the trash can I've already emptied countless times and retch, but only sticky gastric fluid comes out.
My stomach is already empty.
I don't want to admit it, but it was taken from me.
Yes.
Taken.
My possession, my ownership!
The overwhelming emotion I feel is loss.
And rage at having my ownership violated.
* * *
This is a hotel room in Paris.
I don't even know which hotel.
It was the room Min Seo-hye booked for me.
After receiving the photo from my wife, I had been completely out of it, unable to even join the landing procedures, and she was the one who had to drag me along by the collar.
[Senior, stay here. I'll just drop off the luggage at the hotel and come back, just wait for me.]
After shoving me into a taxi and dumping me at this remote lodging, Seo-hye had given me a stern warning.
[Don't do anything stupid!]
I don't know exactly what stupid thing she meant, but since then I've stayed put in this room, staring at the photos my wife sent while repeatedly trying to call Korea.
Min Seo-hye still hasn't returned after an hour.
She's probably at the hotel Korean Air uses for its international crew, the one she stays at whenever she comes to Paris. She should be back soon.
I don't think I can go there.
I don't have the face to show my fellow crew members.
If they found out about... that incident with a passenger, how would they treat me?
"Kuk... gweeegh..."
Remembering what happened on the plane makes nausea rise for a different reason.
It's been happening repeatedly for the past hour.
I got an idiotic erection while looking at a female passenger tied up naked in the airplane bathroom.
And right there, I pulled down my pants and pissed on her body.
If I think about how it all started, there are plenty of things I'd like to explain from my side, but...
I got photographed doing it.
And by none other than that woman's husband...
I didn't even get a chance to make excuses.
I don't know how Min Seo-hye handled it afterward.
Did she tell the other crew members?
What did the husband do?
Did he file an official complaint with the airline?
Did he submit the photo?
Was that woman able to get off the plane without anyone noticing she was tied up in a mess in the bathroom?
What the hell is going to happen to me?
My wife's situation and the incident on the plane.
Either one alone would be enough to shatter my sanity, but...
"Kuh... kuhk... kuuueeegh..."
Clear gastric fluid drips from my mouth, and something hot flows from my eyes.
I've already cried out every tear in my tear ducts, so it must be something else.
This is pure mental collapse. I can't maintain any composure.
* * *
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
The doorbell.
It's coming from the door.
Maybe... that's it.
Did I fall asleep?
Did I lose consciousness?
My vision is blurry and hazy.
I feel completely drained, like I can't even move a finger...
"Senior! Are you in there? I'm coming in!"
It was Min Seo-hye's voice.
She must have taken the spare key when she left me in this room.
The spare key...
Click.
Clunk.
"Kuhk... kuh..."
The sound of the door opening vividly reminds me of the airplane bathroom door opening...
I clutch my stomach, which has nothing left to vomit, and thrash in the pain of memory.
"My gosh... Senior! Snap out of it!"
The mixed-race flight attendant with her dazzling blonde hair, now changed into casual clothes, looks at me with concern.
Min Seo-hye.
My office wife.
My secret lover.
And... the witness to my catastrophe.
"Senior, look at me. Can you hear my voice...?"
I can hear her, but I can't look.
I don't have the courage to meet her serious blue eyes filled with worry for me.
How could I, when to her I must look like a lunatic who tied up another woman on the airplane toilet and pissed on her with his erect cock...
"Kueeegh..."
What drives me even crazier is that it's literally true!
Objectively, there's nothing I can refute!
I'm losing everything!
After my wife, now Min Seo-hye too!
Both of my wives, at home and at work!
"No, no! Senior! Don't hurt yourself...!"
Min Seo-hye rushes over to stop me as I claw at my neck and face.
"Kuaaah... kuuuaaah..."
"Please, senior, stop...!"
Strength I didn't know I had left pushes her away,
and Min Seo-hye presses me down with even greater force.
To shake her off, I flail my arms into the barely visible space, reaching out with my hands...
Grabbing and yanking at everything I touch.
"Ha, haah! S-Senior, that's my... haah!"
I have no time to pay attention to Seo-hye's urgent voice.
Seo-hye also ignores where my hands are touching her body, throwing herself entirely into keeping me safe.
Aaah.
The luxurious knit sweater stretches out of shape.
The goddess's collarbone is cruelly exposed.
The bra strap that had been covering her white shoulder sways forlornly.
"Haaah... Senior...!"
Her D-cup breasts that I had buried my face in for comfort on the plane.
I can't even remember the sensation of the stiff underwear inside.
Even her slim waist, which should be touched gently, I scratch and claw at senselessly.
The undershirt that had been neatly tucked into her belt along with her smooth skin and underwear is now being yanked out haphazardly.
Her skirt, rolled up, has somehow been pulled above her waist, completely losing its function as clothing.
As if that isn't enough, my wildly reaching fingers tear her black stockings—covering her voluptuous hips without a single gap—into shreds...
Her pale lower body peeks through the torn fabric, trembling pitifully as if begging to be covered...
Rolling, struggling, thrashing...
We become one tangled mass...
"Gosh... gosh... Sen... ior..."
When I finally come to my senses, I'm pinning Min Seo-hye beneath me.
"Hah, hah, S-Sen... ior, calm... down..."
Min Seo-hye is panting heavily under me.
And my cock is.
Hard as a rock again, like a madman's.
My cock is, again.