Dominance
Eunjeong climbed the stairs as she always did, easy and unhurried—until she saw Taeseok sitting on the raised wooden platform with a stranger. She stopped short.
“Oh…?”
Her eyes widened a fraction. The look on her face said she had never expected Taeseok to have a friend over.
But the surprise melted almost at once into a soft, confident smile. Lately her changing looks had been reshaping the way she carried herself around people, too. Today she wore a dress that clung to every lush curve of her body without apology. The fabric dipped into her narrow waist, then smoothed over the swell of her hips and thighs, tracing her figure with shameless clarity. The hem stopped mid-thigh; with every step, soft skin flashed and vanished again. It was obvious she had chosen the outfit on purpose—to stoke Taeseok’s desire.
She squared her shoulders a little and walked toward him.
So Taeseok called a friend over.
Seeing the easy smile on his face after so long made warmth bloom in her chest. Watching him edge back toward ordinary life felt like quiet relief and deep joy all at once.
“You have a guest… Sorry. I’m not interrupting, am I?”
She spoke naturally as she drew near.
“Ah, Jeonghun. This is Auntie Eunjeong. Our landlady.”
At her appearance Jeonghun rose and bowed politely.
“Hello! I’m Kim Jeonghun, Taeseok’s college classmate.”
“Is that so? Nice to meet you. It’s so good seeing Taeseok with a friend.”
Eunjeong answered with a gentle smile.
She hovered a moment, uncertain. Jeonghun spoke first.
“Want to join us, Auntie? I bought plenty of meat.”
Eunjeong glanced at Taeseok. Checking his reaction like that felt a little ridiculous even to her, yet her eyes had already moved.
“Don’t you two have things to talk about?”
She said it lightly, as if stepping back, but she clearly had no intention of walking away.
Jeonghun waved the idea off.
“What would two guys need to talk about for long? We’re just drinking and shooting the breeze.”
Taeseok snorted a soft laugh and added,
“He’s right. Nothing special. Just sit and eat with us.”
Eunjeong hesitated, then let out a small breath and nodded.
“You’re sure it’s okay?”
The careful question was only for confirmation; any real thought of refusing had already vanished.
“Really, it’s fine. Plenty of room.”
Jeonghun patted the space beside him. After another brief pause Eunjeong moved and settled right next to Taeseok. As she sat, the thin dress slid softly down the lines of her body.
Taeseok pretended to flip the meat while he flicked a sidelong glance over her.
Her smile was still gentle, still warm. Behind it, though, her past rose sharp and clear.
She must have smiled just like that when she climbed into Dad’s arms, too.
He laughed low inside himself. And now the woman who spread her legs for the father was spreading them for the son as well. Like a whore.
Eunjeong picked up her chopsticks without a word. She leaned lightly against Taeseok’s shoulder. The fabric of her dress brushed his arm; her body heat and the soft press of her breast came with it. In that instant he noticed her nipples faintly raised beneath the dress.
No bra either. She came out looking like this so she could tempt me and crawl into my arms again, didn’t she?
On any other day the little gesture might have seemed cute. Right now it only made his stomach turn.
She really was… a whore.
While Eunjeong stepped away for a moment, Jeonghun took a long pull of beer. He leaned in and spoke low toward Taeseok.
“Dude… I’m losing my mind. That Auntie Eunjeong… her looks are insane.”
He cupped his own chest with exaggerated hands, sketching the swell of her breasts as he went on.
“Honestly? I want to fuck her once. Body, face—everything…”
It was probably just a throwaway line, the kind of blunt admiration any guy might voice at a woman that striking. Taeseok huffed a quiet laugh and lifted his beer can. He couldn’t deny it. He made her come several times a day. And just as the skill description promised—every orgasm he gave her improved her beauty—her face and body kept setting new personal bests. Any man would look twice.
“You’re crazy. What the hell are you saying? Aren’t you still dating Mijin?”
Taeseok tossed the words out casually. Jeonghun only shrugged.
“Dating’s one thing. Just because I have a girlfriend doesn’t mean other women disappear. Someone like her… honestly, if I got the chance, I’d take it.”
No hesitation. No guilt. Just the simple fact that he wanted her.
“She’s more than ten years older than us. She’s an auntie.”
“With looks like that, who cares about age? If anything, the age makes her hotter.”
Taeseok studied that face for a second, then looked away. He thought it was pathetic. At the same time the sheer simplicity of it stuck in his mind.
Must be nice being him. He doesn’t know a thing… I used to be like that before I learned about her—before the past, the relationships, all the tangled feelings.
He almost envied Jeonghun: the ability to see nothing but the woman in front of him. Even if she was a whore… if you didn’t know she was a whore…
“You… you really want to sleep with that auntie?”
“Hell yes. But how? She’s not some girl who sells it, and she’s your landlady…”
Yeah… even a whore isn’t the same as a streetwalker…
Then the entry floating on his status window surfaced in his thoughts.
Dominance.
In simple terms, the power to dominate. The ability to make her submit. A number that rose naturally every time they had sex—control over her body and mind.
Should I test it? Find out what it really means?
His gaze drifted toward the stairs. Thinking of Eunjeong about to come back up, his thoughts grew steadily more complicated. He brought the beer slowly to his lips.
Eunjeong returned. She settled beside him again as if it were the most natural thing in the world and took a drink from the beer in front of her. Taeseok looked at her once more.
Yeah… for a whore, that body is seriously tempting.
With a perfectly casual face he slid his hand slowly under her skirt. Fingers brushed the warm inner thigh and climbed. Eunjeong’s body went rigid for an instant. His fingertips rose until they met the edge of her panties.
Jeonghun sprayed the beer he had been drinking. Eunjeong’s eyes flew wide at the boldness of the act right in front of a friend. Color flooded her cheeks; her breathing turned rough. She brought her face close to Taeseok’s ear and whispered almost like a breath.
“Haaang… What are you doing… Your friend’s watching… Later… after he leaves…”
That much he had expected. Taeseok pushed further.
“Auntie… Jeonghun says you’re ridiculously pretty.”
Eunjeong smiled softly.
“Really? A young guy like him saying that… I’m so flattered.”
Taeseok looked at her a moment longer, then continued in a completely calm voice.
“So here’s the thing. Want to do it once… with Jeonghun here?”
Across from them Jeonghun sprayed beer again.
“Huh?”
Understanding lagged behind the words.
“What do you mean?”
Eunjeong tilted her head slightly as she asked. There was almost no surprise in her voice, no anger, no rejection—only the look of someone trying to grasp exactly what Taeseok had said.
“You crazy bastard… Hey!!! What the hell are you talking about?”
Jeonghun’s voice rose in pure panic. He had never dreamed the joke he tossed out when it was just the two of them would be repeated so calmly in front of the woman herself.
Taeseok said it once more, clearly.
“With Jeonghun… once…”
“So… sleep with him?”
“Yes…”
Eunjeong stared into empty air for a moment, then nodded very slowly.
“Okay. Right now?”
Her answer came so naturally, so obediently, that even Taeseok was briefly thrown.
Jeonghun sat frozen, eyes flicking between the two of them. Taeseok thought,
Is this… the power of Dominance?
Eunjeong didn’t wait for Taeseok’s reply. She simply looked at Jeonghun. Her eyes were still soft, yet almost empty of feeling.
“Do you really want to do it with me?”
“Huh? Ah… yeah…”
Jeonghun was still flustered, but he made no attempt to hide the lust. Eunjeong smiled at his answer and rose from her seat. She smoothed her skirt down a little and spoke evenly.
“Then… let’s go inside.”
She walked first toward the door of Taeseok’s room. Her steps were as soft as ever; there was no resistance, no hesitation in them. Like a puppet moving at a single word from Taeseok, she entered the room without a murmur.
Jeonghun stayed rooted a second longer, then looked at Taeseok and whispered so Eunjeong couldn’t hear.
“Dude!!! What is this? Is this… for real?”
“Why? Don’t want to? Then just leave.”
After a brief hesitation Jeonghun stood and followed her into Taeseok’s room.