Night of Frenzy 5
He bowed politely and disappeared.
The moment he closed the door and vanished, So-jo pulled a bottle from the ice bucket packed with ice.
“Dom Pérignon! Ooh ooh, my absolute favorite!”
So-jo beamed as she held the bottle up for Han Pan to see.
“This is the one I really love!”
She popped the cork with a loud crack, foam spilling over. Then she quickly filled Mi-ho’s and Han Pan’s glasses.
Raising hers, she said,
“Mom, should we call Eun-yeong unnie?”
“Ah, yeah—I’ll give her a call!”
Mi-ho dialed, and soon Eun-yeong picked up.
“Mrs. Yoo, where are you? My daughter said she saw you?”
They spoke briefly; Mi-ho gave her the room number. After hanging up, Mi-ho lifted her glass in a toast.
“To Han Pan’s discharge from the military, and to many good things coming So-jo’s way—cheers!”
So-jo added her own line.
“To Mom finding a new boyfriend and living happily, and for plenty more good things to keep happening for Han Pan too—cheers!”
Han Pan threw in one more.
“To my beautiful mom and sister staying lovely forever—cheers.”
Mi-ho and So-jo laughed, raising their glasses high. The three clinked and downed the champagne in one go. The sweet fizz slid down their throats.
They were refilling the glasses when a knock sounded at the door; a moment later it opened. Yoo Eunyeong stood there smiling at them.
“Oh my, oh my—if it isn’t Mrs. Park and her wonderful children… hohoho.”
“Oh, Eun-yeong, come on in!”
Mi-ho welcomed her warmly. Eun-yeong already looked quite tipsy, her expression loose and flushed.
As she stepped into the room, Han Pan thought her outfit was extremely sexy. It was a long-sleeved, glittering silver dress that fell to her ankles, yet the bodice was open and cut so deep the full shape of her breasts was on display. The plunge was too steep for a bra; the entire curve of her chest, collarbones, and long neckline were bare. Proof she wore nothing underneath showed in the way her breasts stood firm and perky, faintly suggesting the outline of her nipples. A long slit on one side of the skirt climbed almost to her pubic bone, forming an inverted V that flaunted her legs. Her skin gleamed under the lights as if she had been rubbed all over with cream. Heavy makeup, salon-fresh hair, large hoop earrings, and a flashy necklace completed the look. On her feet she wore transparent high-heeled sandals that left every inch of her feet visible—heels sky-high, of course.
Han Pan liked the glamorous party styling that matched her killer body, exactly what he’d expect from his mother’s friend. He figured men would swarm her tonight; it was nothing like the look a woman with a husband and kids should be wearing around. He wondered what her husband—or her son—would think if they saw her like this.
As she entered, Mi-ho said,
“Well, well… Mrs. Yoo came ready to play tonight… How was your fun time?”
Eun-yeong smiled at the words and sat in the chair beside her. Crossing her legs, she bared nearly the whole length of her thighs. It looked as if her panties might flash at any second. The raw seductive force was enough to crush most women’s presence; the sheer sexiness was something ordinary men simply could not handle.
Han Pan’s eyes met hers. Eun-yeong smiled, then turned back to Mi-ho.
“I always have a good time. But I wonder if I’m interrupting your family’s cozy little gathering?”
“Haha, what are you talking about? Aren’t you basically family? Where were you, though?”
“Ah, I came with a separate group… I excused myself from them and came to see you. Ran into a friend at the club after so long, so I figured I’d go wild for one round and then head in.”
“Oh my, I’m so honored! Anyway, have a drink too…”
Mi-ho handed her an empty glass. The four of them filled their glasses and toasted again. After they drank, the three women fell back into lively chatter about this and that. Han Pan tried to follow, but the topics were unfamiliar.
Noticing him looking bored, Eun-yeong said,
“Han Pan seems bored. Want to go out and dance?”
“Yes!”
So-jo shouted. The three women rose at once. Han Pan stood and followed them out.
The door opened onto a wall of loud, fast beats that immediately lifted his pulse. They pushed through the crowd and claimed a spot in the center of the dance floor. Eyes locked onto them the moment they arrived—especially the men’s, which were anything but casual.
Han Pan’s solid build kept bumping into people around him, but he slowly found the music and began catching the beat. The three women did the same, bodies swaying into the rhythm. He matched their dancing with easy pleasure, moving freely.
Before long a pocket of space opened around them alone. They faced one another and danced with real joy. The music climbed into a faster tempo; men began gathering. Soon they were pressing up against the backs of Mi-ho, So-jo, and Eun-yeong. They registered Han Pan’s presence but paid him little mind. Every one of them was tall and good-looking, radiating confidence.
They started closing in on the women in front of them. Mi-ho glanced back, checked Han Pan’s reaction, then slowly slipped away from the man behind her. Catching that, So-jo pulled her hand and planted her in front of herself. The two pressed close and began dancing hard. Their rhythm was excellent—clearly not their first time moving together. The clothes they wore stretched and shifted with every motion, outlining their figures in sharp relief. The sensual roll of their hips and waists sent a slow heat through Han Pan’s cock; it began to rise.
At that moment Eun-yeong, who disliked the man stuck to her back, smoothly stepped in front of Han Pan. He looked at her standing there, then naturally settled a hand on her waist. She eased backward until she was flush against him. Eun-yeong and Mi-ho ended up dancing face to face.
Meanwhile the man behind So-jo kept grinding against her with stubborn persistence. She twisted left and right to dodge him. In the process the two pairs drifted farther apart.
Eun-yeong pressed her ass against Han Pan’s cock and rolled her hips slowly up and down. His cock snapped fully hard. He glanced over and saw that Mi-ho and So-jo had put some distance between them; they were locked into their own dancing. Feeling free, he pulled the hand resting on Eun-yeong’s pelvis and drew her even tighter against him. Her hips answered at once, grinding hard against his cock. He slid the hand from her waist down to her ass, gripped it firmly, and thrust forward as if he were fucking her from behind. Eun-yeong matched him, thrusting her ass back in the same filthy rhythm. A moan slipped from her lips, lost under the music. She closed her eyes and sank into every sensation racing through her body. Rising pleasure slowly claimed her.
She opened her eyes and looked ahead. Mi-ho and So-jo were already far off, still lost in the dance. More men had gathered around them. Anticipating what would come next, she took Han Pan’s hand and led him off the floor.
He followed without a word. They climbed to the second floor and stopped in front of their room, looking down. Standing beside her, Han Pan looked down as well. She leaned close and whispered into his ear.
“Those two couldn’t really play because you were there—they kept watching your face… In a little while you’ll see something fun. Leave them to it.”
The wild stage lights made Mi-ho and So-jo hard to pick out clearly, but one thing was certain: a crowd of men had closed in around them. For a moment the two women loosened up again and danced facing each other, men already glued to their backs. After shaking a few off, they found ones they decided were acceptable and quickly started grinding with them. Bodies rubbed openly against bodies. So-jo’s eyes looked half-lidded; the man behind her was working her with practiced skill.
Watching his sister give herself over to the pleasure, Han Pan felt a jealousy that wasn’t quite jealousy. Seeing his own sister—someone he had never witnessed like this—surrender her body to raw sensation filled his chest with an emotion he could not name.