The Kidnapped Wife's Seat Next to Me, Part 1
“Were you two on a vibe?”
Yeonju suddenly paused mid-bite, her eyes flicking between Hyejeong and me.
“Ah, no. What vibe? There’s no such thing as a random vibe.”
“…”
While I scrambled for excuses, Hyejeong shot me a sharp glare, spooning more of the namul guguk without missing a beat.
“Suspicious, isn’t it? Yeonju, why are you staring at Taemin so much? Taemin, why are you avoiding Hyejeong’s eyes? Did something happen between the two of you while I wasn’t looking?”
*Ugh… You dumbass. You were with her. You were with her!*
“No, nothing happened.”
“Then Hyejeong’s got you hooked, right?”
*Thud.*
At my question, Hyejeong deliberately set her spoon down with a loud clack, picked up her chopsticks, and shoved a heaping pile of bean sprout and pollack salad into her mouth, chewing loudly as she stared straight at me.
“…Eat a lot.”
I hadn’t done anything wrong, yet she was glaring like that… She really had a temper.
“Ki ki ki… Hey, don’t do that. Both of you are singles anyway. From where I’m standing, you two actually look perfect together.”
*What?*
“Are you insane? That kind of boring old guy is the worst!”
*Whoa? Look at her!*
“I’m the one who’s right. I don’t want some clingy woman like you.”
“What? Clingy? You just said everything!”
Hyejeong shot to her feet and grabbed my collar.
“Seriously? You want to stop eating? Well, everything on your plate right now? I cooked it.”
“You… little shit.”
Even if I grabbed her collar and scowled, who the hell was she going to scare?
“Ki ki ki… Stop it. Are you two kids? Why are you acting so immature?”
Yeonju was laughing, clearly finding our little spat hilarious.
“Yeonju, is Taemin always this petty? He discriminates against people over how they eat.”
“Yeah… Taemin is kind of a grandpa sometimes. Lacks too much flexibility, you know?”
“See? You’re right. So no girlfriend back then either.”
*These two… I should just snap and go wild?*
“Still, Hyejeong, if you date Taemin, it’d be amazing, right?”
“What! Why me?”
Yeonju covered her mouth with her palm, whispering something to Hyejeong that I couldn’t see.
“Huh…? Really?”
Hyejeong looked at me, startled. What had she just said? Why was she giving me that sultry look all of a sudden…?
“Eh? Taemin, why are you staring at my chest?”
Yeonju suddenly looked down at mine. The gap in my shirt had slipped open, exposing the inside.
“Come here.”
She set her spoon down, unbuttoned my shirt, and pulled it open.
“Oh my…”
Hyejeong’s eyes widened at the ugly purple bruise blooming across my chest. Yeonju’s expression grew awkward as she alternated glances between the mark and my face.
“This… no way, I caused that…?”
Yeonju gave me a guilty look, checking my eyes. I nodded calmly several times, already having accepted it.
“Were you guys fighting in your sleep?”
My whole body tensed.
“Not that. When I get really into it, I bite something while I sleep and chew hard.”
“Really? So this whole thing is from my own teeth? Are you some kind of cannibal?”
“Hehe… Taemin, sorry. I’ll put ointment on it after dinner.”
“Hah… No, it’s my fault for not paying attention even though I knew.”
Yeonju finished eating and actually rubbed ointment on my chest. It hurt like hell, but I forced myself to stay composed and show no pain.
School started tomorrow. Yeonju and I had decided to make side dishes in advance, so we hit the market today.
It had been ages since we shopped together. I pushed the cart while she picked out random things. The items she chose looked… off.
“Yeonju, what’s with all the oyster?”
Oysters, abalone, sea cucumber, blackberries, and chives—everything known for stamina. She was loading up on male-enhancement ingredients.
“Taemin, you’ve been looking tired lately, so I figured I’d buy stuff that boosts your libido. Stop studying all the time and exercise a little, okay?”
“Uh… yeah, sure.”
Did she remember last night? Pretending not to know while knowing everything?
It made me feel ashamed and at the same time strangely embarrassed. If she remembered and was still buying these aphrodisiac foods… was she indirectly mocking how dry my sex life had been lately?
*Ugh… What the hell was the problem?*
Honestly, our first time had been intense—me going all out, my cock rock-hard and buried deep in her. My mind went white, half out of my mind with effort. It was faster and deeper than anything I’d watched of Minyong or the others. I hadn’t pulled out, but my stamina was insane too. I could’ve kept going.
Where did it all go wrong…?
While I was lost in thought, one thought slid across my mind.
How many times had I come yesterday?
I had been so lost in pure instinct I probably hadn’t controlled the rhythm at all. I rewound my mental film: my cock sliding into her, the first climax, then the next… barely five minutes total.
*Fuck… Yeah, that’s right. Her pussy was like a living thing, clamping down, milking me dry in five minutes. Exactly what Minyong said about a snake wrapping around the dick. And after the first one, it got even quicker. I probably came six or seven times. All of it added up to less than ten minutes.*
Insane… I collapsed after ten minutes and blacked out? No wonder Yeonju, who was experienced, would find it completely lacking. She hadn’t even gotten off—she just watched me like a lunatic fucking her senseless. How pathetic must that have looked to her?
“Taemin, try this too. This has a lot of protein, amino acids, and minerals—perfect for increasing male hormones and sperm count, supposedly boosting your libido.”
Yeonju held up a single oyster. *Ah… please stop… Ugh… I’m getting even more pathetic…*
“There’s tomatoes here. Tomatoes are supposedly great for the prostate.”
*Gah—! Was I really that bad…? Sniff…*
That day Yeonju only bought stamina-boosting foods, and I followed her like a shadow, head down.
Even though it was a bit humiliating, shopping with Yeonju was still surprisingly fun. On the way back, instead of carrying the heavy bags I’d been holding, she fed me chicken skewers right from her hand. The route was familiar, but today it felt exactly like a real date, and I was happy.
That evening.
We cooked delicious side dishes together, grilled the oyster, and drank bokbunja wine to wash it all down. It was probably the best night since we started living together. It felt like the very first night of a newlywed couple. I was truly happy to be spending it with the woman I loved.
We slept together that night too. Of course we didn’t have sex—both of us were perfectly sober—but holding Yeonju curled up like a puppy in my arms while she mumbled in her sleep was a comforting feeling.
Thinking back now, I sometimes wondered if I should have covered her again back then. If she remembered last night’s events, she would have accepted me.
But if she didn’t… what then? Would I have been chased away or beaten to death? Or maybe our relationship could have developed sooner. Either way, from that point on I could have gotten closer to her.
The next day.
School had started, the second semester had begun. Thanks to Kim Seongtae, I ended up in the same study group and got closer to him. Seongtae was the same type as Minyong—cocky, flashy. One day at school he waved me over, saying he had something to show me. A crowd of his friends already surrounded him, so I walked right over.
“You remember the girls I told you about? The super sexy ones? After getting them all drunk last night, they basically let me feel them up—then they all ran off to go home at the last second.”
Those were the girls Seongtae had picked up at the club before vacation and then ditched before he could finish them.
“Eh?”
I looked at the photos he showed and couldn’t help but stare. In them, Yeonju was drunk, leaning against his shoulder. He had one hand squeezing her breast while the other slipped under her skirt, stroking the inside of her thigh.
And my cock twitched hard again, swelling instantly.