17. How Far Did You Go?
Episode 17. How Far Did You Go?
Jin-hyeok woke up thirsty.
His mouth was parched dry. The alcohol from dinner must still be lingering in his system. He slowly opened his eyes, licking his dry lips. The ceiling loomed dimly in the darkness.
His arm felt numb. He turned to look at the limb that had lost sensation—Na-eun was using it as a pillow. She had tucked his arm beneath her head, her face peaceful in sleep as she breathed softly.
Jin-hyeok tried to extract his arm. Moving carefully so as not to wake her, he began sliding it out inch by inch from between the pillow and her head.
"Mmm..."
Na-eun let out a small whimper. Her brows furrowed slightly as she nuzzled against his retreating arm, her sleeping expression clearly displeased.
Jin-hyeok froze. For a moment, he simply gazed down at her face. Then he slowly bent down and lightly pressed his lips to hers.
Na-eun's mouth relaxed into a smile. Still asleep, she curled deeper into his embrace with a contented sigh.
Jin-hyeok watched her silently before pulling the disheveled blanket up to cover her shoulders. Then he rose without a sound and left Na-eun's room.
He was on his way back from the bathroom when—
"Jin-hyeok."
A low voice called out. He turned his head.
Eun-ju stood before the study door, waving him over with silent motions.
Jin-hyeok scanned his surroundings—the closed master bedroom door, then Na-eun's. No signs of movement from either. Both occupants seemed fast asleep.
His eyes returned to Eun-ju, who smiled at him.
Dressed in a nightgown.
The dim hallway light slid over the fabric. The smooth silk shimmered faintly along its grain with each subtle movement. The garment draped perfectly over Eun-ju's curves—shoulders, breasts, waist, hips—every contour visible beneath the flowing material.
The front gaped loosely at her chest, offering glimpses of deep cleavage. The tie around her waist hung slack, the knot barely holding as the heavy fabric sagged beneath it.
Jin-hyeok's gaze traveled upward. Her exposed nape glowed pale in the shadows, strands of hair cascading loosely over it—a stark contrast to her usual neat appearance. This was the disheveled look of someone freshly risen from bed.
Eun-ju remained motionless, one hand braced against the doorframe as she leaned at an angle. In the dark hallway, only her silhouette stood out faintly.
Then she turned and soundlessly entered the study, leaving the door slightly ajar. Through the gap, the darkened interior beckoned.
Jin-hyeok stood frozen.
Through the cracked door, Eun-ju's profile emerged from the shadows—the curves spilling through her loosely tied gown impossible to ignore. His mouth went dry, though not just from thirst. Heat pooled low in his abdomen, pulsing insistently.
He glanced back at the closed master bedroom door.
Behind it, Deok-su slept unaware. And behind him in the other room—Na-eun, who had been smiling as she burrowed into his embrace while using his arm as a pillow.
A single footstep, the slightest creak of a door, and either one could wake. The danger sent electricity crackling through his nerves, heightening every sensation.
His breathing grew heavy.
His eyes kept returning to that sliver of an opening—to the pale nape floating in darkness, to the cascading silk. Something tightened painfully in his chest. His fingertips tingled. Any hesitation had long since evaporated. His body was already leaning toward her.
Eun-ju had called for him. That was reason enough.
Finally, Jin-hyeok moved.
Silently, but without hesitation. Drawn like a moth to flame, he followed Eun-ju into the study.
She watched him enter—the moment of hesitation at the threshold before he finally stepped through. A faint smile touched her lips.
Jin-hyeok closed the door. The latch clicked softly in the dark study.
Before the sound faded, Eun-ju was upon him—pressing into his embrace as if seeking refuge.
"Eun-ju."
"Jin-hyeok."
Their private names whispered through the darkness. Jin-hyeok's arms encircled her waist as she buried her face against his chest before slowly looking up.
Their lips met.
Chuup
Jin-hyeok's tongue pushed past her lips. Eun-ju accepted it, wrapping her arms around his neck as their tongues tangled deeply. The quiet study filled with the sound of their ragged breathing.
"Haa..."
Eun-ju gasped as they parted. But in that moment, an unfamiliar scent caught her nose.
Na-eun's lingering fragrance clung to Jin-hyeok's body.
Eun-ju's head went cold. Over the heat of passion, something icy trickled down her spine.
This body had just been in her daughter's embrace. Na-eun's scent permeated his skin, his clothes. The realization scraped roughly against something inside Eun-ju.
She didn't think of her as her daughter in that moment. Only as a bitch trying to steal her man.
Eun-ju pulled Jin-hyeok tighter, pressing herself flush against him. She wanted to smother Na-eun's traces with her own scent—to erase all remnants of another woman and claim him completely.
Her hand slid up his chest. Through his shirt, she felt the firm muscles beneath. Her palm glided downward—chest to sternum, sternum to taut abdomen. With each inch lower, Jin-hyeok's breathing grew shallower.
Then her hand reached its destination.
She cupped the hardness straining against his pants. Even through the fabric, heat radiated into her palm. Eun-ju stroked slowly along its length, following the prominent outline from base to tip. The rigid thickness beneath her touch made her lips part unconsciously.
She brought her mouth to his ear, close enough for her warm breath to caress it as she whispered:
"How far did you go with Na-eun?"
"......"
Jin-hyeok couldn't answer. His evasive gaze suggested something too shameful to voice. His hesitation sent a thrill through Eun-ju. She extended a fingernail, lightly tracing the swollen tip through the fabric.
"Tell me."
"Ngh...!"
Jin-hyeok's hips jerked back, but he made no move to push her hand away. Smiling, Eun-ju tugged his pants downward—the soft rustle of fabric loud in the silent darkness. Underwear and all, she pushed them down.
It sprang free.
Already glistening wet. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, catching the faint moonlight through the window as it twitched eagerly in anticipation of her touch.
Eun-ju wrapped her hand around it. The hot thickness pulsed against her palm like a living thing, each throb transmitting directly through her skin. The sensation alone made her lower abdomen tingle. Applying gradual pressure, she asked again:
"Did you have sex?"
"N-no."
"So I'm still your only experience?"
"...Yes."
"Heh."
Eun-ju chuckled lowly. A strange satisfaction welled in her chest—that this hardness knew only her touch. The thought helped erase Na-eun's scent from her memory.
Gently stroking, she whispered in his ear:
"Shall I teach you properly before you try with Na-eun?"
"Ah..."
Her hand began moving—gripping the base, sliding upward in one smooth motion. Slickness coated her palm, making each stroke effortless.
Her other hand lifted his shirt, exposing his toned chest. She brought her lips to it, flicking her tongue slowly over one nipple.
"Ngh...!"
Jin-hyeok's breath hitched. His shoulders trembled slightly.
Eun-ju watched his reactions intently. Her thumb found the swollen head, circling the sensitive glans deliberately. With each smear of slick precum, his legs twitched involuntarily.
"Haa... haa..."
Jin-hyeok's breathing grew rougher. One hand groped blindly for support, fingers digging into a bookshelf until veins stood out on his knuckles.
Observing his struggle, Eun-ju quickened her pace—pumping steadily from root to tip, twisting her wrist on each upstroke. Jin-hyeok's hips bucked in time with her rhythm.
Schlick. Schlick.
In the dark study, only the wet sounds of friction and Jin-hyeok's ragged breathing filled the air.
"I'm... close."
"Don't hold back."
Eun-ju's whisper never stopped her hand.
"Ah—!"
Jin-hyeok's body convulsed. The thickness in her grasp swelled further.
Splurt. Splurt.
Hot streaks erupted across the dark study floor. Eun-ju kept stroking—milking every last drop until only weak tremors remained.
"Haa... haa..."
Jin-hyeok panted heavily, still braced against the bookshelf as aftershocks ran through him.
Eun-ju slowly raised her hand. Sticky strands stretched between her fingers. She brought it to her mouth.
Her tongue extended, licking the mess from her fingers methodically. The salty bitterness coated her tongue as she cleaned every drop without waste.
Jin-hyeok's gaze locked onto the sight. Eun-ju met his eyes directly, slowly withdrawing her fingers with a smirk.
Then she reached for her shoulder strap.
The knot came undone. As the tie loosened, the silk gown slid down her shoulders—slipping over bare skin to pool silently at her feet.
In the darkness, Eun-ju's body stood fully exposed.