Even If We Get Caught

Late in the evening, Taeseok's phone buzzed with a long, insistent vibration.

The name on the screen was Jeonghun.

He stared down ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at it for a long while.

His finger hovered over the answer button.

He was getting a little ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠better, but everything that connected him back to the world still felt like a burden.

…What now.

He let out a quiet sigh to himself.

A few days ago was still vivid—the day they'd grilled meat together up in the rooftop room.

The day he'd let Jeonghun and Eunjeong into his room on a surge of heat and impulse.

Yeah… this is how you get used to it.

His finger finally pressed the call button.

"Yeah, Jeonghun. What."

"Yo, you actually picked up. I thought you'd gone radio silent on me again."

The tone was light, but something carefully cautious threaded through it.

"I've got something near your place tomorrow… mind if I drop by for a bit?"

Taeseok didn't answer right away. Silence stretched between them while his mind turned over the request.

Were we ever close enough that he'd just swing by my place whenever he felt like it…?

Close enough, maybe. They'd seen each other often enough at school, shared drinks a few times.

But actual one-on-one meals, nights of drinking that built real bonds—those he couldn't quite remember.

Everything before that day Jeonghun had shown up at the rooftop room after so long and they'd grilled meat together was a blur.

In the end, the answer was obvious.

Ha… bastard. Of course.

The corner of his mouth twisted.

"No. Don't come. I just want to rest tomorrow."

A beat of silence.

"Ah… yeah? Got it…"

Open disappointment colored the voice that followed.

Then, after another awkward pause, Jeonghun spoke carefully, as if he simply couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Then… that ajumma from last time… could you let me see her just once more?"

Taeseok's brows drew sharply together.

"Fuck… what. You called because of that ajumma?"

"No, I mean… it was both. Just introduce us again, yeah? You can keep resting…"

Taeseok let out a short, hollow laugh and pressed.

"So that was why you called? And? What are you planning to do if you meet her?"

Jeonghun swallowed, choosing his words. Then he stopped hiding it.

"…Like that day. Just one more time. Can't we?"

The air went cold.

Taeseok's expression hardened.

"Is this place a brothel? Am I the pimp?"

"N-no… I didn't mean it like that…"

"Then what did you mean."

Jeonghun faltered, then grew more honest with every word.

"Just… connect us one more time. After that I'll handle it myself."

"Handle what."

"Get her number… then I can contact her directly. I won't bother you anymore."

Taeseok's face twisted further.

"You crazy bastard… you've got a girlfriend."

"I know… I know, but…"

Jeonghun's voice trembled faintly.

"…I keep thinking about that ajumma. For real. I can't even sleep properly these days."

A short silence fell.

Taeseok felt his mood sour on the spot. So he made his next words colder, more twisted on purpose.

"Nothing in this world is free. You put something up too."

"…What?"

"Bring Mijin. And if you're ready to hand her over to me, then we can talk again."

The other end of the line went completely quiet.

Anyone could see it was an insane condition—a proposal that smashed right through every line of common sense.

The normal thing would have been for Jeonghun to back off right there.

That should be enough for him to get it.

And yet—

"…I just have to bring her?"

At the unexpected answer, Taeseok's eyes slowly narrowed.

Crazy bastard… he's actually lost it.

"No."

He deliberately crossed the line even further.

"You come prepared to give her to me. That's the only way it's fair."

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This time he was sure it was over. There wouldn't be anything more after this.

But Jeonghun had sunk deeper than expected.

"Fine… I can prepare myself for that."

Another unexpected answer. Taeseok's expression went completely rigid.

"But… I can't guarantee she'll go for you. It's not like I've got some weakness on Mijin the way you do."

"Ha…"

Taeseok gave a short laugh.

"What weakness are you talking about. Looks like there's a lot of misunderstanding between us."

He paused, then added in a low voice,

"But is this for real? You're saying you're ready? That you don't care if your girlfriend sleeps with me?"

Jeonghun exhaled as if steadying himself, then answered calmly.

"…That's how far gone I am right now."

There was a strange, naked sincerity in the words. That only made it more chilling.

"You really are a crazy bastard… Hey! Jeonghun! Snap out of it!!!"

"Yeah! You're right. I'm crazy. Let's go crazy just one more time."

"Whatever. Don't contact me unless you're that prepared."

Click.

He hung up.

Even after setting the phone down, he stood there for a while.

Crazy bastard…

His mood had only gotten fouler for no good reason.

Taeseok let out a long breath and sank back against the sofa.

He had deliberately thrown out an absurd condition, half as a joke.

Anyone thinking straight would never call again.

And yet, strangely—

…I feel like he's going to call again.

The baseless premonition felt unnervingly real.

The next morning.

Taeseok quietly opened the first-floor front door and stepped inside.

From the kitchen came the smell of good food and Eunjeong's soft humming.

She had dressed carefully for him again today.

Not the "comfortable" clothes she used to wear, but a deliberately chosen pale cream knit dress, thin and clinging.

It molded perfectly to her body, laying bare the fuller volume of her breasts and the soft curves she had gained recently.

She wasn't wearing a bra; the shape of her nipples showed faintly through the fabric.

Her waist had grown even slimmer, making the lines of her hips and thighs look more sensual, more lush.

The hem of the dress rode up to mid-thigh, flashing white skin in a way that was almost dangerous.

Knowing he would come, she had loosely tied her apron on purpose.

Taeseok approached her from behind without a sound.

His arms slid around Eunjeong's waist and his hands roughly seized her full breasts through the dress.

"Ahnn! Ahhng…!"

Her body jerked hard.

She set the frying pan down and flinched, shoulders drawing in for a second—but only a second.

Then she let out a deep sigh and melted completely into his arms.

"You startled me. At least make some noise when you come. Haaang~"

She leaned her back against his chest and tipped her head slightly, nestling her face against his neck as if it were the most natural, expected thing in the world.

Wanting more of his touch, she even took the hands groping her chest and pulled them tighter against herself.

A woman who waited for his arms every morning.

A woman who opened her body to every one of his touches and craved deeper pleasure.

A woman who tried her hardest to bare herself so she could satisfy his desire.

That was what Eunjeong had become.

When Taeseok's fingers rubbed hard over her stiffened nipples through the fabric, her breathing roughened and her chest heaved.

"No bra again today."

"Mm… I don't wear one much lately. It's uncomfortable. And… because you'll come…"

"Taking a bra off is half the fun, though…"

"Then… should I wear one?"

"Nah… now that I think about it, I like you bare better."

"Okay. Just say the word. I'll do whatever your cock wants."

She pressed her thighs together and rubbed them lightly; even through the dress he could tell hot wetness was already seeping out.

"Taeseok… heuung~♡"

In a low, wet voice she called his name and pushed her hips back, grinding against the hard length of him.

"Right now."

He whispered against her ear.

"Breakfast… is almost ready…"

Her body had already melted in his arms; her voice was already a little hazy.

Taeseok nipped her ear and murmured in a low, heated voice,

"It'll be harder once Aunt Eunsu wakes up, won't it."

One hand slowly gathered up the hem of her dress.

Eunjeong's bare pussy came into view—no panties.

Clear juices already slicked her folds.

"Haang…! Okay. If you want it, then do it."

Eunjeong gripped the edge of the table hard and bent at the waist.

Her thighs trembled; a bead of wetness slid down from under the dress.

Taeseok shoved the skirt all the way up and seized her soft white ass.

"So pale."

Her dripping, fluttering pussy looked like it was waiting desperately for his cock.

"Mm… I was always pretty pale, but… I've gotten even whiter lately."

He set the heavy head of his cock against her entrance, rubbed slowly, then pushed in.

"Euuuung…!"

Her back arched like a bow; her head fell back.

She hurriedly clapped one hand over her own mouth.

She had said she was fine doing it in front of her sister, but actually being overheard still felt like too much.

Taeseok gripped her waist hard and asked in a low, rough voice,

"Why hold it in? If you want to moan, moan."

He deliberately drove his hips up harder, thrusting deep.

Her body rocked; she clenched tight around him.

"Haa… because my sister might… hear… ahhng…!"

"Yesterday you said you could do it even with her right next to us."

Every time his cock slammed into her, her body swayed softly over the table.

"Th-that's true, but… when I actually think about her being in the house right now… it's just… too embarrassing… haang…!"

"What? Does the idea of getting caught by your sister… turn you on?"

Taeseok smirked and bit her ear.

Even with her face flushed, Eunjeong nodded honestly.

"…Yeah. I… must be a pervert. Just thinking that my sister's right in the next room while I'm getting fucked like this… makes me keep squeezing…"

Taeseok's eyes darkened further.

He slapped her ass hard and moved deeper, rougher.

"Honestly I'm crazy turned on too. If Aunt Eunsu opens that door and walks out… what kind of face are you going to make?"

"Haaaang…! Don't… say things like that… if she really catches us, what am I supposed to…?"

Her voice had already dissolved into teary moans.

One hand stayed clamped over her mouth; the other white-knuckled the table as she rocked with his rhythm.

Her insides gripped him tighter and tighter, pouring out hot slick.

"Go ahead and scream. Let's see what happens."

"I don't know… I don't mind getting caught, but… right now… I want to not get caught as much as possible…"

Her breathing grew shorter.

She shook her head and tried to finish.

"Right now… doing it secretly like this is… more…"

She never got the last word out.

Taeseok finished it for her.

"Perverted bitch…"

"Yeah. I really am a pervert. Don't hate this perverted bitch…"

"How could I hate you. I'm the one who made you into this kind of woman."

"I don't know… haang~♡ Keep going."

Eunjeong pressed both hands harder over her mouth.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

The wet sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the kitchen.

Taeseok gripped her waist and drove the rhythm faster.

And then—

Click.

The sound of Eunsu's door opening.

And the sound of it closing again…

He looked at Eunjeong, but she was too lost in pleasure to have heard it.

Taeseok turned his head toward the room to check.