22. Staring Contest

Ye-na had been staring right at me during the staring contest, so Ji-young, who had no clue she'd just hit orgasm, kept chowing down on her chicken and gulping beer without a care. But as we locked eyes the whole time, she finally sensed something was off.

"What are you two doing?"

"Oh, Ye-na suddenly challenged me to a staring contest, so I was just playing along."

"Pfft... what the hell? You guys acting like elementary kids?"

"She's an elementary teacher. Probably picks up the kids' vibes. Right, I won?"

"Y-yeah... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bro. You're good at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠staring contests."

Jun-sik, you devilish bastard. I snuck a peek at the remote—no OFF button. Just weak, medium, strong, special. Four buttons only. Can't turn this shit off? What the fuck?

No choice, I dialed it down to weak.

As the girls dove back into their chat, Jun-sik whispered to me.

"Hey."

"Yeah."

"Ye-na was so fucking horny just now, right? Holy shit. Should I drag her upstairs quick? What do you think, seeing her like that?"

"......."

"It's cool, spill it. I'm fine with anything."

"Fuck... yeah, I got hard too."

"You made her cum? You were controlling it? Damn, look at this trash sending his buddy's wife over the edge on the sly."

"Hah... funny?"

"Word violence much?"

Shit... this is straight out of an AV flick.

"Hey, take it out now. Ye-na probably wants to chill without it."

"Was gonna enjoy it more."

"Ji-young's gonna catch on."

"Then you go pull it out for her."

For a split second, I pictured it: cramped bathroom, Ye-na shyly hiking up her skirt, me slowly extracting the egg from her precious spot.

A soft moan escapes with a wet schlop, the egg sliding out slick with her juices, her shyly clenching pink folds glistening...

"Argh, you sick fuck. Ease up."

"Kekeke, you imagined it, huh?"

"Fuck off. Go yank it out quick."

"Want me to bust one first?"

"Goddamn it, seriously."

"Fine, I'll head up first. Crank it high for a bit, send her to the room."

It was on weak now, and Ye-na didn't seem fazed. Girl's tough. Never even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thought of using toys on Ji-young.

Ignoring Jun-sik's bullshit, we hung out a bit longer before I told Ye-na,

"Ye-na, Jun-sik said earlier to come up after him. Said he has something for you."

"Oh yeah? Sis, be right back."

She stood to head upstairs. Looking close, the hem of her pink off-shoulder robe skirt was soaked. Fuck, so damn hot. Tempted to crank it... switched to strong.

Ye-na buckled mid-step with a sharp gasp. Ji-young noticed and stood.

"Huh? Ye-na, you okay?"

"Ah... ughh... y-yeah sis... f-fiiiine... eek..."

Worried, Ji-young said,

"Honey, help her up. Booze hit her hard all at once?"

"Yeah, got it."

Ye-na's legs trembled as she barely stood. Clear fluid trickled down her thigh.

"B-bro... I'm f-fiiiine... really..."

"Doesn't look fine. Hold on."

I offered my arm; she hooked hers through it.

"Thaaaanks... brooo..."

Leaning into me a bit, her legs shook as we slowly climbed the stairs.

"Haaah... huuuh... uuuugh..."

Strong must be too much even for her. She tried muffling her moans, but no dice. Face beet red, body flushed. So fucking lewd. My dick had been throbbing painfully since earlier—no sign of calming.

Room's on the fourth floor, of course. Halfway up, at the second floor,

"Brooo... my arms are g-giiiving out..."

"Yeah, hang on."

Arm hook needs her gripping; limp, it's nothing. With her weight shifting, I scooped her into my arms, one hand around her waist. My arm cradled one soft breast.

Incredibly plush. Arm under, it swelled upward, nipple poking prominently through the barely-there cover. About to slip out of that off-shoulder robe?

"Can walk now?"

"Y-yeahhh... thaaaanks bro."

Her breathy moans, trembling body, soft tit—I supported her up slowly. Must've felt eternal for her. Fourth floor's a hike sober; this? Hell. Finally at Jun-sik and Ye-na's room.

"Whew. Made it. Go on in."

"Y-yeahhh... uuuugh..."

She reached for the door. Relief? Tension snap? Body stiffened, then she staggered into me.

"B-brooo... miiiaaang... j-just a sec... ooooh... uuuugh..."

Clinging to my shirt with both hands, whole body quaking in my arms. Soft breasts squished against me—head buried, couldn't see her face. Shame.

My friend's wife climaxed in my arms.

Word violence for real. Like a hentai episode. Hands awkward, one stroked her hair, the other patted her back.

"Haa... haa... thanks, bro."

At this point, it's obvious. She knows I know. But neither can say it outright. Play dumb ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to the end.

"You seem sick. Rest up before coming down."

"Y-yeah... ugh... got it. Bro's so... haa... sweet."

She slipped inside. Whew... felt like peeking at the real 'woman' Ye-na. My cock ached, rock-hard; waddled downstairs awkwardly.

Poor Jun-sik. Like Ye-na's gonna say yes. He's probably pissed as hell.

She'd just cum; her pussy's probably a mess. Any guy'd lose it seeing that.

Jun-sik begged a few more times, but Ye-na shot 'em all down.

Downstairs, Ji-young at the table with two male NPCs.

"Ahaha, really?"

"Of course. If you want, we can get you anything."

Solo players boozing get hit on by NPCs—guys to girls, girls to guys. Casually walked over.

"Ji-young, sorry to keep you."

"Oh, honey. Been hanging with these guys."

"Ah... the husband. Sorry."

"Yeah. Bye."

Why the mopey shuffle? Ji-young sipped wine.

"Huh? Not beer, wine?"

"Yeah, they bought it. Wine's tasty~"

Helpful suckers. Clinked my beer to her wine, drank and chatted till Jun-sik and Ye-na came down.

Jun-sik-mon struck out with Ye-na. Smooth, asshole.

"Siiiis~ Let's chug now~"

"Yesss~~ Grab the booze~"

"No wine. Beer only. Got it?"

"Aww~ Beer freak bro, got it~"

"Beer freak?"

"Got it, beer freak hubby~"

Sad. Didn't wanna be quartermaster. Chugged beers anyway.

Shit, too much beer costs like wine. Gotta hunt for cash tomorrow.

Back in rooms. Fourth floor echoed with women's moans. Next door, Jun-sik pounded Ye-na revenge-style—her cries turned ragged, then just guttural ogogok.

His power nearly knocked her out; vibrations hit our room. Triggered Ji-young's hidden trait Want a Master—she got hornier. Mine Your Arousal is My Arousal fired up too.

Husband thrilled by wife aroused by neighbor guy. Wording's otherworldly. Did it four times.

Four rounds whites out your brain. No thoughts. Satisfied after that blazing night.