Can I See You? - 9
“Sorry, Ji-wook. I completely forgot that you two were still here.”
“……It’s fine.”
Only after hearing Seunghyun’s voice was Ji-wook able to return to reality.
The air, still thick with the heat generated by the two of them, and the lingering scent of their intercourse filling the room, spoke volumes about how intense their act had been just moments ago.
A fishy, sour smell.
The viscosity of the air that seemed to cling stickily to his skin.
As the scent of their mingled bodily fluids permeated his nostrils, Ji-wook felt his own body heating up as well.
His penis stood stiff, as if defying logic.
Already, pre-ejaculate had leaked from the tip of his urethra, creating a white, foamy stain on his pants.
Realizing the state of his trousers a beat too late, he tried to press his hand over it to hide it, like a shy child.
Not that it was a size that could be hidden by such a gesture.
Regardless, Ji-wook tried his best to speak in his usual tone, as if nothing had happened.
However, his voice, once derailed, had become as rough as could be.
“Did you enjoy your time as a married couple after so long?”
“Oh, first, do you want some water? I’m thirsty, too.”
“*Ahem!* *Ahem!* I’ll go get it.”
A refreshing glass of water taken at leisure. Only then did Ji-wook’s expression soften, as if the tension had finally eased.
Seunghyun gulped down the water, letting out a satisfied, “Ahhh!” as if he were finally coming back to life.
Well, after pumping out that much, it was only natural to be thirsty.
Looking at the damp, sodden sheets, heavy with sweat and all sorts of other things, Ji-wook thought to himself.
They say the human body is 70% water, but I guess it’s fine even if that much comes out.
If they poured it out like this every time, wouldn’t the body just give out?
It was a natural question for someone who had been squeezed dry by Jia for three days straight.
“Do you do this every time?”
“Of course not~. Today, both Jia and I were incredibly aroused, so we were a bit more intense than usual. If we did this every time, our bodies wouldn’t be able to take it.”
“You look pretty lively for someone who says that.”
“It’s all thanks to you, Ji-wook.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said it’s thanks to you, man.”
He meant that it was because Jia and Ji-wook had fulfilled his absurd request.
He was so aroused by the video of his wife sleeping with his close younger friend that the blood rushed to his head, allowing him to forget all about his erectile dysfunction.
And above all,
“I was relieved because it seemed like Jia enjoyed it. She would have hated it, but maybe it was okay because the partner was you, Ji-wook.”
“…….”
“I think I was able to get purely aroused because I saw her enjoying herself even while fulfilling a request like NTR.”
Seunghyun asserted that if she had shown any signs of dislike or struggle, his erectile dysfunction would have only worsened.
He had wanted her to enjoy it, too, if possible.
Even though he knew himself how absurd a greed that was, and how much of a delusional, reality-denying fantasy it was, he said it anyway.
He thanked his close younger friend for taking on the role of the NTR adulterer, bowing his head to him for making Jia happy.
“I’m glad the partner was Ji-wook. Thank you.”
“…….”
*Do I have a psychiatrist’s business card in my wallet?*
*This guy is seriously terminal, isn’t he?*
*Shouldn’t he just be admitted to a mental ward?*
Ji-wook was horrified, feeling a level of genuine concern that went beyond mere shock.
But instead of backing away, he took a step forward.
“If you’re that grateful, can I continue to take on the role of your wife’s partner in the future?”
A role he had taken on to solve his *hyung’s* erectile dysfunction.
Honestly, Ji-wook didn’t want to shed this role.
Because he didn’t know when he would ever get another chance to hold a top-tier female like Jia *noona*.
And a sense of competitiveness was also a factor.
When she was with him, *noona* was so bold and spirited, but as if it were a lie, when she was held by *hyung*, she devolved into a submissive female, doing nothing but being swung around and pounded relentlessly.
The sight of Jia, struggling not to faint while drowning in the oncoming climaxes, was like a completely different person from the woman he knew.
He believed that the latter was her true nature.
Otherwise, there was no way she could be lying there with such a happy face, using her husband’s lap as a pillow.
Ji-wook was certain that she was showing off her love, letting her husband’s semen overflow from her belly, just to show that she was his female.
“You said it’s better to ask someone you know than a stranger, right? Plus, I’m experienced, and wouldn’t it be more comfortable for *noona* too?”
Seunghyun’s expression stiffened.
To be precise, his eyes went wide with surprise, and he froze as if someone had pressed the pause button.
An expression that gave no hint of what he was thinking.
Ji-wook waited for his answer with a mix of anticipation and worry.
Worry, as a younger brother, that he hoped his *hyung* would finally come to his senses.
And anticipation, because the intimacy of the act was terrifying, and he wanted to make *noona* his own someday.
As he waited for the next words to come out of Seunghyun’s parted lips, Ji-wook’s mouth went bone-dry.
A brief silence.
And then, breaking that silence, Seunghyun’s mouth began to move.
“……Fine!”
“*Hyung?*”
“I leaked…… a little.”
“Are you crazy—ah, no, does that mean you’re leaking? Does that mean you’re giving me permission?”
“Damn it, I wanted to say something cool like, ‘Jia is mine now! Don’t you dare look at her!’ but……”
He wanted to see more.
He wanted to see more of Jia and Ji-wook together.
Seunghyun’s true desire was to see more of that wicked thing of Ji-wook’s—so stiff it was overflowing with pre-ejaculate even through his underwear—tearing through the inside of his beloved wife’s vagina.
“However,”
Seunghyun cut himself off there.
Ji-wook, who had been breathing heavily with anticipation, shrank back, overwhelmed by Seunghyun’s sudden change in demeanor.
What is this? Why is he suddenly acting so heavy?
I thought he was going to give me permission, was I wrong?
Did he change his mind at the last second?
“I will allow it if you accept the conditions I set forth.”
“……Conditions?”
“If you keep these conditions, Ji-wook, you can continue to play the NTR role. But, if you break even a single one of these conditions, there won’t be a second chance.”
“That’s fine.”
His reason was screaming that his balls had taken over his brain—wasn’t he exactly that kind of person right now?—but Ji-wook didn’t pay it the slightest bit of heed.
Aren’t humans just beasts faithful to their instincts anyway?
Saying that he didn’t care what kind of hardship it was as long as he could hold *noona*, Ji-wook urged him to tell him what the conditions were.
Seunghyun held out his four fingers, excluding his thumb, and began to list the conditions, folding them down one by one starting with his pinky.
“First, do not force anything that Jia does not want. You must always ask for permission before acting.”
“Ask for permission first……”
“Second, you must leave a record, whether it’s video or photos. It would be even better if you took separate before-and-after photos. Organize the process at the time in hourly increments.”
“……?”
“Third, if any expenses occur, you must submit a receipt. Especially if you end up buying coffee or meals, you must report it. I will pay for a portion of the costs as necessary expenses.”
“What kind of company is this? I get the first one, but what are the last two?”
“Number two is for my collection, to use when I jerk off later. Number three, I don’t care about anything else, but money matters must be clear. That way, it won’t be uncomfortable for either of us.”
“I feel like there are already one or two things that are uncomfortable? Is it just my imagination?”
“Lastly, the fourth.”
“There’s more?”
“Do not make Jia cry.”
“……?!”
“I can be flexible with the first three. If it’s a play with a rape concept, I won’t take issue with it being forced under mutual agreement. There might be times you can’t take photos or videos because you’re busy or lost in the act. Money is also something you spend as the situation dictates, so judge that comfortably. But no matter what happens, I will never forgive you for making Jia cry. Never.”
“…….”
Seunghyun’s index finger, which had been extended until the end, was pointed directly at Ji-wook.
It was a warning and a caution.
Seunghyun’s face was terrifying, as if to show in advance how he would treat someone who became his enemy.
The photo Jia *noona* had shown him before, of the two of them in their childhood.
The expression young Seunghyun was wearing in that photo was exactly the same as the one Seunghyun was wearing now.
He really was *hyung*……
Ji-wook couldn’t believe that this was the same Seunghyun he knew, who only ever chose to do stupid, idiotic things.
Whether overwhelmed or simply accepting how important it was, Ji-wook answered with his intent, short and clear.
“I will keep that in mind.”
“……Well, it’s not like Ji-wook would make a mistake. You’re a sharp guy, unlike me. I think I can actually feel more at ease than when you’re by my side.”
“That’s only because *hyung* is such a moron. You’re a guy who causes accidents just by standing still, what do you expect?”
“You little—! Watch your mouth!”
“Am I wrong? What can you expect from a guy whose head is full of nothing but cock? When your cock wilts, you’re the kind of guy who plants a different cock instead of taking medicine!”
“*Ugh*……!”
Seunghyun scowled in frustration.
But instead of a proper rebuttal to Ji-wook’s words, he couldn’t even answer properly and just took the beating.
It was frustrating, but he wasn’t wrong.
But it’s frustrating!
Watching Seunghyun struggle to choose his words alone, Ji-wook let out a sigh of relief without realizing it.
He had returned to the goofy *hyung* he knew.
Seunghyun’s grinding of teeth in frustration lasted only a moment; he cleared his throat, took a deep breath, paused for a moment, and then, having chosen his words, began to speak cautiously.
“……I think Ain-ssi knows by now, too? What kind of human trash I am.”
“…….”
“I’m the kind of person who, while my wife is asleep, just sits there giggling, thinking only of how to get my wife held by another man.”
Ain, who had been quietly bowing her head without a word or reaction since a while ago.
Even though Seunghyun called her name, she showed no reaction.
She didn’t flinch her shoulders or lift her head.
It was practically an act of ignoring him, but Seunghyun continued to speak as if he didn’t care at all.
“Honestly, I was happy about the feelings Ain-ssi had for me. Because even someone like me was liked by you. That’s why I feel even more sorry. Because I’ve broken Ain-ssi’s expectations by showing you such an ugly side of myself.”
“…….”
“Because if you get involved with someone like me, Ain-ssi will only have a hard time. And Ain-ssi, you’re beautiful! Surely someone better than me will come along. So please, forget about bad memories like this.”
With those words, Seunghyun lifted his body from the bed.
“I should wash Jia and get her dressed; she’ll catch a cold at this rate.”
“Shall I help?”
“No, I can take her by myself.”
To Ji-wook’s question of *how*, Seunghyun skillfully lifted Jia into his arms.
Jia, lifted in a princess carry with the ease of someone who hadn’t done it just once or twice.
Whether she found Seunghyun’s embrace cozy, she leaned her head against his chest and let out a sound like a cat purring, *Grrr!*
“Sorry, but could you take care of the cleanup? Just put the wet sheets in front of the shower room……”
“The basket, you mean? I’ll put them there.”
“Sorry~.”
Seunghyun left the room with Jia just like that.
Ji-wook and Ain were left in the room.
Ain was still sitting on the bed, head bowed.
She showed no sign of getting up.
She needed to get up so he could clear away the sheets and the bedspread, didn’t she?
It wasn’t that he didn’t feel sorry or pity for her, but suppressing his emotions, Ji-wook spoke to her firmly.
Including the meaning that nothing would change just by her staying slumped over like that.
“Ain-ssi, may I call you that?”
“…….”
“I’m sorry, but I need to clear the sheets, so could you please get up from your seat? I can’t clean up if you don’t move.”
“…….”
“……Ain—?!”
Ji-wook almost flipped over in surprise as Ain snapped her head up!
Betraying him, as he had thought she would be sad, she wore a lewd smile all over her face.
With the saliva overflowing from her lips and her panting breath,
And the pink, heart-shaped arousal she was emitting all around her,
Ain was rubbing her vagina against the sheets covered in Seunghyun’s semen, *splat, splat!*, and twisting the corners of her mouth into a crazed smile.
“What are those people doing?! Making me a human folding screen while they have a blast having sex! *Haa!* It’s so arousing~!”
“…….”
“*Aaaaaaah~~!!!!*”