Confessing My Love More Seriously Than I Thought
The two weeks since returning from the Paris business trip felt as long as two years.
As I detailed in the previous chapter, during that trip I experienced three women and three horrific incidents.
The first was the nightmare in which my beloved wife, Jung Eun-ho—who desperately wanted to get pregnant—sent me a photo as proof that she had been creampied by another man while I was away, declaring she would conceive with his semen.
It was a truly devastating event that shattered my mind.
...I wanted to rush back to her side as quickly as possible and scrape out that filthy, unknown man's cum from her pussy...
But the two-week business trip, bound by the inflexible flight schedule, was absolute...
Even my urgent request for an early return was rejected by the company.
"You're a team leader now, what kind of ridiculous nonsense is this?"
If I had explained the full situation, I might have been able to persuade them...
But after already making so many enemies within the company because of the Min Seo-hye incident, I couldn't possibly reveal such a scandal to them.
And so, helplessly, I let enough time pass for another man's seed—sprayed into my wife's womb—to thoroughly violate her egg and fertilize an embryo.
The second incident occurred when I discovered a beautiful, busty female passenger traveling with her family tied up in BDSM restraints inside the airplane lavatory. In a position that looked exactly like I was about to rape her, I pulled out my rock-hard cock and pissed all over her pussy.
...I truly, desperately wanted to explain that it wasn't intentional...
But none other than my fellow flight attendant and office wife, Min Seo-hye, witnessed the entire scene from the front.
Moreover, the middle-aged gentleman who was the woman's husband even recorded the moment on his smartphone.
...There would be no defense if I were branded a sex offender.
However, what truly drove me into a corner wasn't the first or second incident.
It was the third one.
* * *
"...Team Leader Kim Sung-won, just what the hell were you thinking when you did this?"
"......"
Two weeks later, in the interview room at Hankook Air in Incheon Airport.
I was being interrogated.
The person who had grabbed me by the collar the moment I stepped off the plane and dragged me here was none other than Kim Jung-yeon, the union's women's rights representative and a stewardess.
Kim Jung-yeon had joined the company at the same time as Min Seo-hye, making her my junior.
"Please... please say something, sir..."
"......"
With her sharp, urban beauty and haughty personality.
She was the true queen bee of Hankook Air, walking the perfect path of a stewardess.
Naturally, she and Min Seo-hye were polar opposites.
She already resented me for wholeheartedly supporting Seo-hye...
"Senior... you're not this kind of person. Not at all... *hic*..."
"...I'm sorry."
...Even though she knew I had a wife, she had boldly confessed her feelings to me.
She was a cherished junior who respected me as her senior and admired me as a man.
So all I could really say was that I was sorry.
"Stop apologizing and... explain this..."
A mix of rage and heartbreak.
The smartphone Kim Jung-yeon shoved toward me displayed a raw video of two people mating like beasts.
The location was a hotel room in France.
*Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!*
The male performer slamming his hips down as if trying to shatter the woman's pelvis beneath him... was me, Kim Sung-won.
*Keuk! Keuuk! Senior, please! Please... stop...!*
...No, this wasn't mating.
This video looked nothing like a beautiful act of mutual consent.
The female performer being fucked by the man who had turned into a beast, her voice nearly dying...
Was Min Seo-hye.
"......"
The third incident.
During my business trip to France, I had been reported for raping Min Seo-hye.
* * *
"I knew you liked Seo-hye, but how could you do something like this to a woman..."
I liked her...
So it was true.
There was no way to deny it.
"I know Seo-hye has been called the Sky Toilet behind her back and trashed for sucking off every guy who wants her. But still... that doesn't mean she deserves something like this...!"
...Sky Toilet.
Min Seo-hye's nickname.
The derogatory term given to her as a woman who acted like a toilet in the sky, sucking the cocks of every man who desired her.
And I, Kim Sung-won—the only male flight attendant at Hankook Air who had never used her as a cum dump...
Had become the one and only piece of trash who forcibly fucked her pussy instead of her mouth.
"What are we supposed to do about this, senior? I'm seriously losing my mind... Is Seo-hye actually crazy? I can't understand her at all..."
Seo-hye had gone crazy?
Even in my panic, my mind suddenly cleared.
"What exactly... did Miss Seo-hye say?"
"...She didn't file this through the company's official sexual misconduct reporting channel. She sent it to me personally... through a private email."
In other words, the only person who knew about the existence of this video was Kim Jung-yeon, who admired me.
"And as for how she wanted this matter handled... she said to punish Senior Sung-won however you want, without asking any questions or digging for details...! Along with a message that she would be taking a leave of absence for personal reasons...!"
Punish me in my own way?
Without asking any questions?
In the midst of my confusion, I began to guess at Min Seo-hye's intentions.
If she had truly wanted me legally punished, she would have taken this video straight to the police station.
But she couldn't do that.
I knew the reason.
However, I couldn't explain that reason to Kim Jung-yeon, who already hated Seo-hye, using my own mouth.
'Seo-hye... just what are you trying to do...'
...If her intention had been to publicly expose this within the company and socially bury me...
She would have sent the file directly to the sexual misconduct reporting center instead of emailing it privately to Jung-yeon.
But that wasn't what Seo-hye wanted either.
She had sent the video only to Kim Jung-yeon—the one junior in the company who respected me the most.
Furthermore, to leave the punishment entirely up to me, the perpetrator...
Did that mean she wanted this buried between just Jung-yeon and me, and for her to simply disappear from my sight?
Was this the final mercy Seo-hye was granting me?
However...
However, I knew that wasn't the correct answer either...
I simply lacked the courage to tell Jung-yeon a truth that no one would believe.
So... I just made a guess.
Perhaps this was exactly what Seo-hye had wanted...
With a trembling heart, I confessed to Kim Jung-yeon.
"I will... also be taking a leave of absence."
* * *
—...Explain everything in six months. Understood?
After pressing me repeatedly and receiving no proper explanation, Kim Jung-yeon spoke those final words like she was making me promise.
Her fierce yet worried, trembling eyes showed a face torn between whether she should treat the senior she once respected as trash, or as the victim of an absurd false rape accusation.
The beautiful junior whose cold demeanor somehow made people want to cling to her endlessly, however, was completely forgotten from my mind the moment I left the interview room.
I packed my things for the leave of absence, silently shook my head at the team members who asked if I was okay, and left the office.
As I caught a taxi home and stared out the window at the passing scenery, I remained lost in thoughts about Min Seo-hye.
Seo-hye had declared a six-month leave of absence.
Given that she was a known troublemaker who had caused difficult incidents, her request would likely be accepted without issue by the company's upper management.
The company's stance was practically that it would be better if she never came back to work.
Then what about me?
My leave would probably be approved without any problems either.
After working diligently for nearly ten years, I wouldn't need to provide a detailed explanation.
People would simply be curious why an employee who had been smoothly climbing the promotion ladder had suddenly chosen to step off it himself.
However, Kim Jung-yeon would never reveal this video to anyone.
Because the law regarding sexual crimes had removed the requirement of the victim's complaint, even if the victim didn't want punishment, anyone who received such a report had a responsibility to publicize the crime.
Moreover, if it became known that Kim Jung-yeon—the union's women's rights representative—had concealed this matter, she too would face punishment.
In other words, the three of us—Min Seo-hye, Kim Jung-yeon, and myself—had become accomplices in covering up a sex crime.
Seo-hye had carefully chosen the safest person who would never harm me before sending her this video.
'Seo-hye... Seo-hye... why did you make things so complicated...'
My instincts were screaming that she had something she wanted to tell me.
And my reason agreed with that conclusion.
Because...
I still remembered the real events behind this clearly edited video with vivid clarity.
* * *
Two weeks ago, at the exact moment I had pounced on Min Seo-hye.
"Haa, haa... S-Senior... calm... down..."
The blonde mixed-race beauty.
Her D-cup breasts had been mercilessly pulled out of her bra by my rough hands, and her stunning apple-bottom hips—always the center of attention—were forcibly exposed between her ruthlessly hiked-up skirt and torn stockings.
The moment I saw her deathly panting moans and the teardrops forming at the corners of her blue eyes, my head cooled instantly.
...But my cock did not.
It was insanely erect, pressed against Seo-hye's pussy.
"...Seo-hye... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... Seo-hye..."
Overwhelmed by shame and guilt, I cried out.
"I... I wasn't in my right mind... Seo-hye..."
At that point, I had definitely.
Definitely stopped what I was doing...
"Senior..."
But then.
Those blue eyes.
Filled with tears, yet shining with a brilliant, sun-like smile.
"Senior... Do you... love me...?"
In a faint, fading voice,
She asked me a question I could never have imagined.
And my heart—already broken by my wife's wishes—poured out my true feelings exactly as I had always thought them.
"...Yes, I do." "*Haaaaaaaahhh!!!*"
*Schlick...!*
The unbelievable sound coming from her lower body,
The way her waist rose like a plane taking off, slowly yet irreversibly surging upward,
The beautiful, song-like moan she let out for the first time in her life...
I had no idea at the time that our conversation was being completely drowned out by the smartphone that was meticulously recording every single spark of that fireworks-like scene.
