Business Trip - 13
Seunghyun was pale, his face drained of color, and a trickle of blood ran from his nose. Anyone could see that his condition was serious.
“Seunghyun! Are you okay?”
“I’m, I’m sorry… I was heading to the restroom, and my legs just gave out……”
“Your legs gave out? And you’re having a nosebleed, too.”
“Oh, this is just from bumping into something. Haha, how embarrassing……”
He tried to stand with Ain’s support, but he stumbled and fell over again and again. His knees were trembling violently, as if they had reached their absolute limit.
He forced a smile to hide his distress, but it was difficult for those watching him to shake off their concern. Ain, in particular, who was holding him steady to keep him from falling, looked even paler than the others.
Even now, he’s keeping that stiff expression. Is this really the time to be thinking useless things like, "He could be a poker pro"? Seunghyun felt ridiculous for his own thoughts, and he carefully opened his mouth while gauging the room’s reaction.
“I’m sorry, but would it be alright if I went to rest for a little while?”
Who would tell a man who just collapsed not to rest? Under the weight of Seung-tae’s blatant gaze, which seemed to say exactly that, Seunghyun let his lips droop bitterly. “I suppose so……”
Seung-tae, having just been smacked in the back by Na-yeon, wore a look of utter grievance.
“I’m sorry to be a burden while everyone is so busy……”
“Your health is more important than work. We’ll split the parts you were responsible for—”
“Oh, I’ve already finished my parts.”
“Excuse me?”
“Please check them. If there are any revisions, let me know right away.”
“I, I understand… I’ll guide you to the lounge first. There’s a bed there, so……”
Ain led Seunghyun out of the office, while he shrank away, apologizing profusely for being such a nuisance.
Click. The door closed.
Only then did the other employees, who had been watching the situation in silence, begin to move again. The murmurs contained worry and annoyance, but above all, the sentiment was one of disbelief: "For real?"
And the first to act on that doubt was Seung-tae, who had been the most annoyed of them all.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“He said he finished all the work. We have to check it.”
The workload was tight enough for a day or two, and he had handled nearly half of it alone in less than half a day? And by himself?
Saying it was impossible, Seung-tae checked Seunghyun’s computer. As time passed, his expression shifted from disbelief to genuine awe. Seeing that change, Na-yeon rushed over to his side, her face asking, "Is it really done?"
“…He really finished it all. And he even organized it perfectly.”
“…….”
“So this is the level you need to be at to survive as a freelancer~. No, no, I could never do this. No way, no way.”
Meanwhile, Ain had reached the lounge with Seunghyun and sat him down on the sofa.
“You can get water or anything else to drink from the fridge. Tissues are in the upper cabinet, and the first-aid kit is in the bottom drawer. If you need anything else, please let me know right away.”
“Thank you, Ain.”
To him, who kept apologizing for being a bother, she pushed his shoulder gently, telling him to just rest quietly as she was only doing what was expected.
Seunghyun’s body slumped easily under even that light pressure. No matter how much he tried to pretend he was fine, his body couldn’t lie. He leaned back against the sofa, and before he knew it, he began to breathe in a relaxed, steady rhythm.
He struggled to fight off the wave of exhaustion, thinking, I shouldn't fall asleep~, but—
“I’ll wake you up in an hour. Don’t worry and get some rest.”
“Haha……, then…, I’ll…, just rest…, for a bit……..”
With her gentle expression and the way she softly stroked his hair, he couldn't hold on any longer. He drifted into sleep, silently vowing to himself that he would offer his thanks and apologies the moment he woke up.
Only after hearing the rhythmic breathing of a fully asleep Seunghyun did Ain pull her hand away. Seeing his sleeping face, which looked as innocent as a child’s, she let her lips curve into a loving smile.
“……You must have been so tired.”
To fall asleep the moment he lay down—just how exhausted was he? And yet, he had collapsed only after finishing a massive amount of work that wasn't even meant to be done in a single day. She felt a deep sense of respect for the responsibility he had shown.
Setting aside whether there were any errors in his work, she decided to make sure he could rest comfortably. She adjusted his position, placing his hands on his stomach and removing his shoes and anything else that might be in the way.
Just as she was about to take his phone out of his pocket, it suddenly buzzed, and she jumped in surprise.
Did I touch something wrong? She panicked and checked the phone, but she let out a sigh of relief when she realized it was just a message. However, that relief vanished the moment she saw the sender’s name.
“……My Love, Jia.”
The woman she had seen in a photo by chance, the one posing affectionately with Seunghyun. Recalling Jia’s lovely smile—so similar to her own, yet so entirely different—Ain felt a tightening in her chest.
They looked enough alike to be sisters, yet Jia had a sharp, piercing gaze. Unlike me, how can you smile so happily? What is so different? Why could we be so different? Her questions didn't turn into words, but they flowed clearly through her somber, sunken expression.
She knew it was pointless jealousy, and she told herself she shouldn't feel this way, but she couldn't shake the dark emotions that had begun to burn within her. She shook her head, but seeing Seunghyun’s sleeping face, completely unaware of anything, she felt her heart tilt entirely in one direction.
“…….”
Is it because Seunghyun is by your side? Is that the difference? If that were the case, could she also change from her gloomy self if Seunghyun were by her side? Despite the warnings screaming in her heart, she began to manipulate Seunghyun’s phone. The hope that she might become like Jia if she could understand their deep relationship drove her.
She carefully used his finger to unlock the phone so he wouldn't wake up.
The wallpaper photo appeared on the screen. The photo she had seen before, of Seunghyun and Jia looking happy together, caught her eye. Her eyes, filled with a mixture of countless emotions, turned dark and murky as she stared at the two of them, looking so affectionately and happily together.
With only one touch left to see the message Jia had sent, she turned her head toward Seunghyun one last time. Closing her eyes tightly to apologize for her selfishness, she tapped on Jia’s message.
“……What is, …this……?”
The message contained a video and several photos. The first thing that caught Ain’s eye was a photo with a high ratio of skin.
It was a photo of Jia, looking almost entirely naked, peering down at the camera with a seductive smile. Even to Ain, a woman herself, Jia’s body was captivating. Her toned abs with almost no fat, the smooth line from her waist to her hips, and her beautiful, curved breasts with nipples rising like droplets of water—it all held her gaze.
She was wearing something like a bikini, but the fabric was so small that one had to wonder if it functioned as clothing at all; her areolas and the labia majora were almost completely exposed. It’s as if she’s wearing nothing at all; it’s clearly meant for nothing but showing off, Ain thought, repeating her cycle of admiration and shock.
But what unsettled her heart more than that was the entity Jia was riding.
“This, it’s a man, right?”
A muscular man, just as naked as Jia. Judging by the angle of the photo, it looked as if the man below was looking up at Jia and taking the photo himself.
Then who is this man? Logically, it should be Seunghyun, but he was here, in the lounge. Which meant the man in the photo might not be Seunghyun.
No, that makes even less sense! Jia was Seunghyun’s wife. Was she riding on top of another man? In a state even more shameful than being naked? Pressing her hips down onto the pelvis of a man who wasn't even wearing underwear?
Ain tried to tell herself it was just her misunderstanding, but the moment she played the video that came with the photo, her mind went blank.
Jia began to take the man’s penis, which was the size of her own forearm, into her mouth. The massive glans slid in and out between her pink lips, making lewd, wet sounds. Each time, the corners of her mouth became smeared with a sticky mixture of saliva and other fluids.
Yet, far from being disgusted, Jia continued the fellatio with devotion, even using her tongue as if it were delicious. Receiving the man’s juices dripping from the tip of his urethra onto her tongue, she smiled at the camera.
Are you excited? Her smile seemed to ask whoever was watching the video.
“*Slurp*, *Pah*~! Don’t lose your focus~. You’ll shake the camera~.”
“*Ugh*…! *Hng*…!”
“I was going to drink all of Ji-wook’s semen if you filmed it properly~.”
“*Ugh*?! *Hng*!!”
“Then, I’m counting on you~. Please ejaculate so much thick semen into my mouth that Seunghyun will be jealous~.”
*Slurp!* Jia sucked on the man’s penis, named Ji-wook, as if she were drinking through a straw. At that moment, a monkey-like cry erupted from the man. It was such a persistent sound that one couldn't help but wonder just how good it felt.
“I’m, I’m cumming! Big sister! I’m cum—ing~~!!”
“*Mmph*?!”
The man’s body began to tremble, as if he could no longer hold it back. Just as it seemed he was about to climax, his hand suddenly grabbed Jia’s hair and shoved his penis deep into her throat.
“*Hoo*~! *Hoo*~!”
Unbelievably, nearly half of the forearm-sized phallus was shoved into Jia’s throat. She winced, clearly in pain, but the man didn't care; he was lost in the pleasure of ejaculation. Every time he convulsed, there were sounds of his throat straining and the spray of fluids.
Jia had struggled at first, but as the ejaculation continued, she seemed to become aroused, her face flushing as she began to wear the expression of a female in heat.
After a long ejaculation that lasted nearly a minute, she was freed. She bickered with the man for a moment, but then she offered a gentle smile and comforted him.
As long as it felt good, that’s all that matters.
The way she cleaned up the penis that had just ejaculated inside her looked as if she were serving a lover. Her face, as she meticulously licked the penis of a man who wasn't Seunghyun, was beautiful yet incredibly seductive.
Especially those eyes.
The bewitching look in her half-lidded eyes made even Ain, a woman, feel a chill down her spine.
“Did you like the video Seunghyun asked for~? Next time, I’ll film plenty more videos that Seunghyun will like~! Please be super jealous while masturbating in defeat with a smaller cock than Ji-wook’s~♡”
The video ended there.
Ain couldn't say a word for a long time. She had seen something too extreme; her brain had short-circuited from the overwhelming information.
This is that, right? A video with a concept like "inviting a third party" or "NTR." A paraphilia where one gets aroused by having their spouse be with another person.
Seunghyun is having his beloved wife Jia be with another man and getting aroused by it?
That’s impossible. Humanly speaking, this shouldn't be possible! No matter how different people’s tastes are, to have your wife—the person you can take such happy photos with—be with another man? And to get aroused by it? Seunghyun was… that kind of person?
She expected to feel disgust, contempt, or anger—those kinds of negative emotions—but instead…
“……Hehe,”
She laughed. A smile far more twisted, distorted, and bewitching than the seductive, beautiful smile Jia had been wearing in the video.