Should We Start Filming Together Now?
Jinhui looked horrified at Ayeong’s words.
“E… Eonni!”
Her face flushed red from her ears all the way down her neck as she grabbed Ayeong’s arm and shook it. Ayeong simply smiled with perfect composure. I chuckled softly and opened the adult toy website, holding the phone out between the two of them.
“Ugh… What the hell. That’s disgusting.”
Jinhui grumbled, but she didn’t turn her head away. I could see her eyes following the screen every time I scrolled down.
Ayeong stayed quiet. She stared at the screen with an expression that said, Oh, so these exist too. One of her fingers rested on my arm, pointing at something on the display as if she wanted to ask a question but held back.
“What… are you doing?”
It was Uchan’s voice. Both Ayeong and Jinhui turned their heads at the same time. Their ears were bright red. Ayeong cleared her throat and picked up her water glass, while Jinhui quickly lowered her head and took a sip of the wine in front of her.
“I got a message.”
Uchan waved his phone as he spoke.
“It’s time… to take Yejin home.”
“Really?”
I glanced at Ayeong and Jinhui after Uchan spoke. Neither of them showed any sign of getting up. Ayeong was staring blankly toward the window overlooking the night view, and Jinhui sat there fiddling with her water glass.
“Why don’t you two stay here tonight?”
“Huh…?”
Uchan and Yejin froze at the same time.
“What, you don’t want to?”
“No, no! It’s just…”
Uchan waved his hands in denial, but Yejin spoke first.
“We’ll… we’ll stay.”
“What are you doing?”
Uchan leaned toward Yejin and whispered. She tugged at his sleeve and whispered back.
“When have we ever gotten to sleep in a place like this?”
Uchan glanced nervously at Ayeong. It seemed awkward for him to say he’d spend the night in a hotel with his girlfriend right in front of his mother.
“We’re staying too.”
I said it to ease his discomfort.
“Ah…”
Uchan’s shoulders relaxed.
“Then we’ll head up first.”
“Okay.”
When we stood up, Ayeong and Jinhui rose as well. Uchan and Yejin stood awkwardly and bowed to Jinhui.
“Ah… um… yeah. See you… at school tomorrow.”
Jinhui became flustered and stammered under the gaze of her two students looking up at her. It must have been embarrassing for a teacher to be heading up to a hotel room with a man right in front of her students.
“I booked breakfast for tomorrow too.”
“…Will you shut up?”
Ayeong said to Yejin.
“Sleep well. Take good care of Uchan for me.”
“Y-yes, ma’am.”
Yejin bowed politely. Ayeong smiled gently.
We took the elevator up. When I swiped the keycard at the reserved room and stepped inside, the city nightscape spread out beyond the wide windows. I went to the bathroom and began filling the tub with warm water.
Ayeong stood by the window, gazing outside. Jinhui threw herself onto the bed and rolled around. The way she buried her face in the fluffy comforter and kicked her legs made her look like a child on vacation.
I walked up behind Ayeong and wrapped my arms around her waist.
“What are you looking at?”
“Mmm… Nothing special.”
She was staring somewhere beyond the night view. In the reflection on the glass, Ayeong’s gaze seemed far away. She placed her hand over mine where it rested on her waist and spoke softly.
“I was remembering the first time I came here.”
A small laugh escaped me.
“You still have it?”
“…Yes.”
“Want to watch it together?”
“…With Jinhui too?”
“We can all watch it together.”
“What are you talking about?”
Jinhui sat up on the bed and interrupted.
“The video I filmed with Ayeong before.”
Jinhui’s expression froze. It took her a moment to process the words. Then her head snapped around.
“I… I’m not doing it!”
“I didn’t say you had to.”
She let out a sharp yelp, then ran to the bathroom with her face burning crimson. The door slammed shut, and the sound of running water followed.
Watching her retreat, Ayeong leaned into my arms. The arms wrapped around my back tightened, and her breath brushed against my ear.
“I can do anything you want.”
“And I can do anything you want, Ayeong.”
Her arms squeezed tighter. She whispered right beside my ear.
“Then please… make sure I have your child.”
“What are you doing? Hurry up and get in.”
Jinhui’s voice echoed from inside the bathroom. Ayeong let out a small laugh, gave me a light kiss on the lips, and turned around.
The tub was full of warm water. When the three of us got in, the water sloshed right up to the edge. Ayeong and Jinhui nestled against me on either side. Ayeong rested her head on my shoulder, while Jinhui pressed her forehead against my collarbone with her eyes closed. Steam rose toward the bathroom ceiling, blurring the lights.
“Should we… watch it?”
Ayeong tilted her head toward my ear and whispered. I brought my phone over, propped it against the shelf on the opposite wall, and started the video.
My voice flowed from the screen. Then came Ayeong’s ragged breathing and the sound of flesh slapping together. On the small screen, Ayeong’s face—lost in pleasure, pinned beneath me and crying out—shook with every movement.
Jinhui’s head slowly turned. Half her face was submerged in the water, bubbles rising around her, yet she stared intently at the screen. Beneath the surface, I felt her thighs gently clench against my leg.
About halfway through the video, Ayeong moved in the water. She slipped behind Jinhui and wrapped her arms around her from behind.
“Hya…!”
Jinhui’s startled back pressed against Ayeong’s chest. Ayeong brought her lips close to Jinhui’s ear and whispered.
“Now we should film Jinhui too.”
“Ah… uh… I’m… not doing it.”
Even as she protested, she came into my arms without resistance when I pulled her close. She pushed through the water and climbed onto my thigh. Even underwater, something sticky leaked from between Jinhui’s legs and faintly spread across the surface.
Ayeong pressed the record button on the phone leaning against the tub’s edge. After confirming the red light was on, she returned behind Jinhui. She wrapped both arms around her from behind, cupping her breasts, and said,
“We’re all family now. What’s the problem?”
“Mmh… E… Eonni…”
Before she could finish speaking, I pushed my cock inside her.
Schlurp.
“Haaang…”
Jinhui’s moan echoed off the bathroom walls. From behind, Ayeong’s hands began slowly moving over Jinhui’s breasts.
The red light on the phone glowed steadily as the three of us moved together in the steaming water.
Seol-a sat on the toilet, staring down at her phone screen. The photo she had just sent. The one where she had lifted her skirt and taken a picture between her legs. Strangely, the fact that her fingertips hadn’t trembled at all when she pressed send felt even more unsettling.
After confirming the message had been delivered, she deleted the photo. Album, recently deleted, cache—everything. Only after making sure every trace was completely erased did she put the phone back into her handbag.
She pulled up her panties and adjusted her stockings. The rotor inside her was about the size of a tampon, so there was almost no discomfort when walking. The only thing she couldn’t erase from her mind was the fact that a sex toy was inserted deep inside her own body.
She unlocked the stall and stepped out. While washing her hands at the sink, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. It was different from usual. A faint blush had spread across her entire face, and color had returned to her lips, giving them a strangely seductive tint.
She splashed cold water on her cheeks. Once the heat had subsided a little, she took out foundation from her handbag and lightly patted it over her cheekbones. The face in the mirror returned to its usual appearance.
This should be enough not to draw attention.
She left the restroom and walked down the hallway. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor created a steady rhythm. As she approached the office, voices leaked through the slightly open door.
“Councilor Lee said that?”
Laughter. A relaxed voice.
“Is that bill from before actually moving forward? Opposition again? Who’s opposing it this time? Them again?”
She knocked lightly on the door and stepped inside before anyone could turn their head.
“Assemblyman Jeong, it’s time to move to the next meeting.”
Jeong Min-tae was leaning back in his leather chair with his phone pressed to his ear. He glanced at Seol-a, then immediately spoke to the person on the other end.
“Alright, I’ll see you there later.”
The call ended. The moment he set the phone down, the smile vanished from his face. Only a sharp expression and displeasure settled at the corners of his mouth remained.
“That matter is completely taken care of, right?”
“Yes.”
Her answer was indifferent. Min-tae clicked his tongue.
“Can’t you just solve things properly in one go?”
Seol-a’s expression stiffened slightly, and words slipped out before she could stop them.
“Wouldn’t it be better to send Tae-wook abroad to study for a while?”
Min-tae’s eyes changed. His back straightened in the chair, and his voice grew sharp.
“With the current situation, you want to send him abroad to study? Don’t you know people will find fault with us the moment we send our child overseas?”
Seol-a lowered her head.
“I’m sorry. I spoke without thinking.”
“Anyway, once this meeting is over, we’ll start preparing for the full-scale campaign, so make sure there are no setbacks.”
“Yes. I’ve prepared the documents related to the district.”
She handed him the document envelope. As Min-tae took it and pretended to flip through the contents, his gaze slid downward. From the tips of Seol-a’s fingers, to her wrist, inside her blouse, along her waistline, and down to beneath her skirt. It was a slow, sticky stare.
Seol-a didn’t move. She had first felt this gaze when she was fifteen. A man searching for the shadow of the wife who had betrayed him inside his own daughter.
A hypocritical human who hid his contradictory desire for the daughter who resembled the woman he hated behind the name of “father.”
Nothing had changed from then until now. As Seol-a grew, his gaze lingered longer, and he grew more accustomed to hiding his emotions.
She bowed her head in greeting and turned around. As she walked toward the door, she could feel something clinging to her back.
After closing the door and stepping into the hallway, Seol-a let out a long breath.
The sticky gaze still seemed to cling to her back. She tensed her toes to keep her legs from giving out.
Bringing up the study-abroad idea had been a mistake. At that exact moment, the rotor’s vibration had gone off. The sensation rising from below had scattered her thoughts, and the words she had been holding back slipped out.
It was his own damn fault for having to clean up after that idiot, yet seeing him act like he was protecting the boy had made her snap.
Her phone rang.
“Yes, this is Jeong Seol-a.”
“It’s me.”
“Yes, Mother.”
“I’m about to go to the department store with the pastor’s wife and some church ladies. Come pick me up.”
Seol-a checked her watch. There were twenty minutes until the meeting started.
“The meeting is about to begin soon.”
“It’s not like they need you specifically. Just send another secretary. What could you possibly have to do…”
“…Understood. I’ll head there now.”
“Aigoo, I wonder who you take after, always talking back like that.”
Complaining continued from the other end of the line. The fingers holding the phone turned white. But she couldn’t afford to slip up. The daughter of a filthy woman could not show any cracks. She had to remain flawless to stay in this position.
“I understand. I’ll arrive within thirty minutes.”
She ended the call and lowered her phone.
Ziiiing.
“Mmh.”
Her shoulders jerked at the vibration rising from below. Her steps halted and strength gathered in her inner thighs. After confirming no one was in the hallway, she closed her eyes and opened them again.
Seol-a let out a long breath, struggling to regain her composure as she continued walking.
