Losers Can Only Run Away
At this hour. In a place like this.
"Heehee..."
The sight of his wife giggling in another man's arms was shocking enough on its own—but what seized him right now was something else.
What the hell is she wearing...?
It was her outfit. The kind of thing he'd only seen in photos—clothes bar girls wore, all exposure and no shame. A black sheer dress through which every inch of the flesh-colored skin beneath showed completely. Ordinary people might wear something like this, sure, but—
That's just underwear, isn't it?!
The skirt was so short her ass-cleft nearly peeked out. The neckline plunged so deep that those plump, heavy mounds flashed through the sheer fabric with every shift of her body.
She doesn't even dress like that at home!
She'd never worn anything this lewd even when they had sex in private, and now—
Out here on a public street, in the open...!
But what really got to him was something else.
And what the hell is that between her legs...?
Between that tiny skirt, flashing in and out of sight against the inside of her generous thighs, ran some unidentified strings.
An accessory...? Do people even wear accessories like that...?
Those lines disappeared into her crotch... and something that looked like a clear liquid seemed to be dripping...
Ah...!
It was probably exactly what he thought it was.
This... this fucking...!
Blood rushed straight to his head. How little did she have to think of her husband—not a lawyer, not even a prosecutor, a Chief Prosecutor—to pull this kind of shit?
S-stripping another man's wife like some trophy...!
A vibrator jammed into her pussy, walking around half-naked in a man's arms like she had every right to. A glance was all it took. Every man passing by couldn't help but stare at her.
But they only looked. None of them approached. Of course they didn't.
Who the fuck even is that bastard...?!
Because she belonged to a superior specimen. An alpha male's woman.
W-where did she even meet a brat that young...!
He was tall, and even through his clothes you could tell he was heavily muscled. That sharp T-line face broadcast, without the slightest doubt, that he was an apex high-T male pumping out testosterone in waves. Aura, in the truest sense. His very existence was on another level.
A glance here, a glance there. A man who gathered the envious stares of every virile young guy around him. And Jang Hyo-jin pressed her breasts and body even tighter against the man everyone was looking at. The lower she made herself before him, the more magnificent the man who'd chosen her appeared. She knew that.
"What should I wear for you today~? Hehe."
She poured on the coquetry.
Honorifics, even?!
It wasn't just the blood rushing to his head. His eyes felt like they were going to roll back in their sockets.
I've never even heard that as a joke!
While Kim Sung-jin overreacted to every little thing they did, frozen stiff in shock, they walked right past him—step after unhurried step—as if they had no idea he existed. The adulterous couple, bold as anything.
He was watching them with rage and a thin thread of hollowness when jealous male voices followed after the pair.
"That fucker... putting on such a goddamn show..."
"Then go pick a fight. Don't just talk big, lol."
People pointed fingers at trashy couples like this and called them low-class—but only behind their backs. To their faces, not a word.
"Bullshit~ I'm avoiding them 'cause they're filthy, not 'cause I'm scared."
"They haven't even done anything to you. Why are they filthy? You're just jealous and talking shit, lol."
The apex of the wild pyramid. People who made others shrink without even trying.
"Shut the fuck up. You got hard looking at that woman too."
"Honestly her body's insane. How amazing is that guy that a woman like that bows her head for him?"
A glance—
"Well, he does look pretty damn impressive..."
"Fuck... they're gonna get a room and pound the hell out of each other, right? I wanna have sloppy sex with a woman like that too~"
A man soaking up every man's envy. He was enjoying all of it—the superiority, the awe, the respect as a man—but—
Fuck! That's my wife!
That glory should have belonged to Kim Sung-jin.
That son of a bitch! I'll make him pay...!
That bastard was dressing another household's wife like that and parading her around just to harvest this cheap sense of superiority. All for his own selfish satisfaction. And yet—
Fuck, Jang Hyo-jin... you too? This isn't right...! How could you do this to me?!
That fierce Jang Hyo-jin, knowing exactly what this was, willingly wearing those clothes? Acting like a cheap woman for that man? Parading the streets like a whore while men rated her like meat?
"But she looks like she's got some years on her... lol."
"Face-wise she's in her twenties... but the vibe is early-to-mid thirties?"
They were reading her as a full ten years younger than her actual age. Even objectively, Jang Hyo-jin's looks were considerable. Not that it helped.
Rating my wife... should I charge these bastards with public indecency?!
Listening from the side, Kim Sung-jin's stomach was turning in real time.
"Well, that's why she's walking around like that... lol."
Young men, envious, picking at nits just to win in their own heads.
Who the hell do they think they are, judging her? They wouldn't even be able to meet her eyes normally!!!
A class gap of heaven and earth existed between them—people who would never meet in ordinary life. Right now they were just animals on this street, biological creatures and nothing more.
W-why would she wear those clothes and listen to this shit...!
She'd carried herself like she was the most precious thing in the world with him, and now she was letting that man consume her as a prop for his vanity. His blood boiled.
Just then the young men, having stared their fill, moved on. And the two of them slipped into the secluded alleyway at the edge of the street.
T-this is...!
Inside there... there would be an affair scene. No way around it. He yanked his phone from his pocket and followed them.
Inside the alley, pitch-black darkness had settled. It must have been fairly deep—he couldn't see them, couldn't hear them. Just as he was about to step in to get hard evidence on camera, a face rose in his mind.
An expression she's never once shown me...
The face of his wife, grinning idiotically in that man's arms. Lately there'd been more expressions he'd never seen, especially soft, feminine ones—but that look that went past woman, that look of a female... he'd never even imagined it.
His hands trembled.
W-what the hell are they about to do in there...
Every kind of ugly thought bloomed. He swallowed, and moved his feet, ready to catch them in the act.
How far in did these people go?!
The darkness slowed his steps. Afraid of being caught, he couldn't even turn on his flashlight, groping along the wall as he walked.
Why is this place so deep?!
He ended up walking a long way in. But everything has an end.
"Haaeup..."
Around the time he thought he'd walked far enough, a woman's moans started to reach him.
"Haut... heut..."
"Haa... haa..."
At the sound, his vision already swam and his breathing turned ragged.
For real...? Really...?
He'd hoped against hope, but there was no actually it was all a ridiculous misunderstanding waiting for him. The moment he rounded the corner, a large, tangled silhouette filled his eyes.
In the corner against the wall, locked in a tight embrace, the man had lifted the woman up—
"Haeup... slurp—!"
His own wife and that man, furiously mixing their tongues.
"Haa...! Haa...!"
Veins stood out on his neck. Reason began to slip. He was about to throw himself at the scene, surrendering to rage—
"Hey, you...!"
When a voice he had never once imagined spilled from his wife.
"Heeeung...♡"
"Slurp... heeeut... chuuup...!♡"
Between the wet sounds of their tongues came the crying of a female in heat. His eyes adjusted to the dark. The blurry silhouette sharpened into a clear shape.
Ah.
His wife's face was laid bare.
Honey's dripping from her eyes...
A gaze as if her pupils had turned into hearts. Her face flushed, her expression melted slack. The face of a female.
"Hek hek...!♡"
An expression he'd never seen on his wife.
"Haaaugh...♡"
Moans he'd never even imagined. Faced with that impossible sight, he just whispered the curses under his breath—
"Y-you fucking bitch..."
And yet, before he knew it, he was slowly stroking the swollen cock under his pants.
"You fucking... slut of a woman..."
Maybe it was the strain of recent events. He himself couldn't grasp what he was doing. He just stared blankly, devouring the female face of the wife he'd dreamed of through twenty years of marriage—a face he might never see again.
"You f...!"
"Chief Prosecutor Kim Sung-jin... is that right?"
A woman's voice, sudden in his ear. He spun around reflexively, and behind him a young woman was looking his way, smiling softly.
"W-who...?"
Not a face he knew. But she knew his name. His title, even. A woman who knew him, at this hour, in a place like this?
"U-uh..."
Kim Ha-eun watched the frozen Kim Sung-jin, and the corner of her mouth curled up as she sneered at him. It made sense. Kim Sung-jin had been such a terrifying figure in her mind, and yet—
"You don't look as scary as I expected..."
There was none of that aura successful, accomplished men usually carried.
"I figured a Chief Prosecutor would have this incredible presence or something..."
Because he overlapped with her older brother, Kim Chanyoung.
"To think you're the same kind of masochist male... heh."
"W-what did you say?!"
The words came out too loud.
"W-who are you to say something like...!"
"Huh...? Is someone there...?"
A chill ran through him. From behind—his wife's voice. His whole body shook. She'd just been caught in the middle of her little love scene by someone else, and yet—
"Hehehe... we were just getting to the good part... what a shame...♡"
There wasn't a shred of alarm in her voice. She was still dazed and giggly. But instead of spinning around to confront his wife, he chose silence. He didn't want to be found. Even though they were the ones in the wrong, some urge welled up, telling him he didn't want his wife to see him like this. In his place, the woman in front of him answered.
"Ah, unnie~!"
U-unnie?
She greeted them brightly, walked past him, and headed toward the two people behind. Among the people who might call his wife unnie, there was someone she'd gotten close to recently.
W-wait, that face...!
Only then did Kim Sung-jin place her. The woman from the photo his driver had sent a few days ago. His wife's dedicated swimming instructor, the one she'd gotten close with lately—Kim Ha-eun.
Never mind that, what is she doing right now...?
He didn't even have time to process the situation in order. A flood of stimulating information was being shoved into his head.
"Am I too late? I didn't think you'd already be starting."
She's looking at that and acting like it's nothing?
A man and a woman making out in public, bold as anything—and she was close with the woman, and she just walked up like it was normal?
"No~ we were just finishing the warmup. But..."
He flinched. He could feel it on his back. All three of them were looking at him at once.
"...we got interrupted."
Treating her husband like an interruption.
Y-you're the ones mixing tongues with some other man outside...! Half-naked, no less...!
Anyone could see his wife was more than a hundred percent in the wrong here. So he should just confront them, stand tall—
"Do you know him? It looked like you two were talking."
He flinched. He'd already scared himself.
"Oh my? Someone I know? Unnie would know better than me~ Unnie's h—"
"A-aaaaaagh!!!"
A scream tore out of him. He bolted from the spot and fled.