My Wife's Sweet Trap — Part 2
The bedroom door creaked.
"You're here?"
Yeonju spoke the moment I stepped inside, as if she'd been waiting for me the whole time.
"I had a feeling you had something to say. Come here."
Damn... women's intuition really is razor-sharp. Come to think of it, this was the first time I'd ever come into Yeonju's room at night.
She pulled back the covers and patted the spot beside her. I lay down next to her and slipped my arm under her head as a pillow, the gesture coming as naturally as breathing. When she rolled toward me, the full, soft weight of her breasts pressed against my side.
Her eyes sparkled. Yeonju gazed up at me with a faintly mischievous look, smiling brightly as she stared straight into my face.
"Go on. Spit it out."
I dragged my attention back from the plush press of her chest, forced down the smile that kept trying to climb onto my face, and met her eyes.
"Yeonju, you've still been going to the club a lot lately, haven't you?"
"Huh? Uh..."
The question seemed to catch her off guard. She tried to ease away, but I wrapped the arm that had been pillowing her head around her shoulder and held her in place.
"Answer me."
Her eyes darted this way and that, refusing to meet mine.
"...How'd you know?"
The way her tongue thickened told me I'd hit the bullseye.
"A friend of mine said he saw you at the club."
"For real? When?"
"Saturday."
"Ah..."
She looked like she had something to say, but she just fidgeted, chewing on the words.
"So... what did that friend say?"
"He said you looked sexy."
"Ahh~"
Oh? Look at that. The corners of her mouth just went up.
Something about that reaction irked me, so I rapped her on the head with my knuckles.
"Ayah~"
"You think this is funny? You get that happy just hearing someone called you sexy? I told you to cut it out with the clubs, didn't I? What, you planning to come home wasted again? And if I lecture you, you'll just stay out all night, is that it? From the photo, you looked completely hammered. Keep that up and you're going to get yourself wrecked for real. You think the guys you meet there are going to take you to a hospital if something happens? They'll drag you to a motel!"
I launched into another storm of nagging, just like last time. Yeonju squeezed her eyes shut, clapped her palms over her ears, and buried her face in the mattress.
"...Are you done?"
She lifted her head just enough to peek at me once my rant finally ran out of steam.
"Good grief..."
"Hehe~"
Then she climbed right back onto my chest.
"So what kind of photo did he show you? I didn't take any pictures..."
"That's what you're worried about right now? The guys you meet in places like that are all the same. They'll get you drunk however they can and try to fuck you. Do you like clubs that much? Why do you keep going so often? What do you even do there?"
"Mmm~ The atmosphere's just nice. The music's good. And I like dancing my heart out."
"You're not going there to pick up guys?"
"Huh? That part... well, when you're out having fun, it just kind of happens naturally. And I am pretty gorgeous, so..."
"...Did you seriously just say that out loud? You little—"
I raised my fist for another knuckle rap without thinking, and Yeonju quickly threw her arms over her head.
I lowered my hand and just let out a long, weary sigh. But Yeonju, of all things, turned on me as if she had a bone to pick, glaring up at my face.
"Taemin! Since when did you get so high and mighty? You fucked Ji-eun back then too. And you even got a blowjob from Suyeon. I saw the whole thing — you were so worked up you came in no time."
"Hey, that was ages ago—"
"Whatever! I heard everything from Ji-eun. How you fucked her!"
She'd heard about that? Damn it, had those two been that close? Then again, they'd both been fucked by Minyong, so maybe that made sense. But to me, Ji-eun had only ever been a stand-in for Yeonju. That was why I'd taken her so fiercely every time I heard about Yeonju's sex life.
Not that I could say any of that now.
"And honestly, if we don't have fun at our age, then when? Don't you get that this is the only time we can live like this? It's all just a phase. A phase!"
Oh? Look at her go.
"So what, you're saying you're going to keep living like a slut? Getting blackout drunk with complete strangers and just letting them put their hands all over you?"
Sparks flew between our locked eyes, sharp and unyielding. But the staring contest didn't last. Before long, both of us let our gazes soften.
"I'm just worried... There are so many terrible people out there. I don't want you to get hurt."
"Okay, okay. I'll be careful around strange guys from now on."
"Good grief. Notice how you never actually said you'd stop going."
"Hehe~"
Yeonju's head burrowed into my chest as she wrapped her arms around me tight, and I felt the soft give of her breasts against me once more. This time her thigh slid up over my leg as well, and I put my arm around her shoulders in return. She made no sound beyond the even rhythm of her breathing, and for a moment it seemed we might simply drift off like that.
"Wait a second. The more I think about it, the more this feels unfair."
"Wh-what does?"
She suddenly lifted her head, brow furrowed, and glared at me.
"You, Taemin. Just because you don't go out, why shouldn't I? You could go to clubs and hang out with girls too, you know. Right? Go to mixers, go on blind dates, get yourself a girlfriend. Why do you just sit around at home all the time? And why are you always telling me what to do? I'm not allowed to see guys? What are you, my guardian?"
Her eyes were wide and round as she fired the words at me like a machine gun. Faced with that barrage, I actually felt a little intimidated.
"Of course I'm your guardian."
"Why? How come?"
"Because... your dad asked me to look after you. He said he was sending you here because he trusted me. Have you already forgotten how much trouble you've caused?"
"You damn geezer!"
Aaaagh!
Yeonju suddenly pinched my side. It was a kind of pain I hadn't felt since kindergarten.
"You little old man! Die!"
This time she grabbed both of my nipples and twisted.
"Gaaaaah! I'm sorry! I was wrong!"
"Why do you nag so much?! Why do you do that?! Huh?! Why?!"
"Ah, shit!! Because my friend said he was going to fuck you! Aagh!"
"What?"
Only then did Yeonju let go of my nipples. I genuinely thought they were about to come off. Why were women so good at pinching? It was a genuine mystery.
"Ow... that really hurt... ssss. The guy you met at the club last week is a friend of mine from my department. He told me he was going to fuck you. He even showed me a photo of you leaning against him, and another one of that bastard grabbing your chest. And you're asking why I started lecturing you?"
"Ah... is that what happened?"
She rolled over again as if it were nothing.
"What? So it doesn't matter to you?"
"What about you? How would you feel if I slept with your friend?"
"Obviously I wouldn't be okay with that."
"Why not?"
"Huh?"
"Why wouldn't it be okay?"
I couldn't come up with a rebuttal on the spot. If I was being honest, I had no real right to force her to stop doing anything.
"It's just not okay."
"Why? Because he's your friend?"
"...Not exactly. It just looks too promiscuous. You're not even dating."
"Then what if I dated your friend? Would it be okay then?"
"What...?"
Damn it. I'd gone speechless again. Yeonju smiled brightly, looking thoroughly entertained, as if she couldn't wait to hear what I'd say. Meanwhile my head had become so tangled trying to figure out how to talk this girl down that I felt like a lost child adrift in the vastness of space.
"You don't want me sleeping with your friend?"
"No."
"Because it looks promiscuous?"
"Yeah."
"And if I said I was going to do it anyway?"
"I'd punish you!"
"Heheh... How would you punish me?"
"I'd fuck you myself."
"Really? Then go ahead. Fuck me. I dare you."
"You think I won't if you tell me to?"
In one swift motion I flipped her onto her back and climbed on top of her.
"..."
But I couldn't go any further than that, and Yeonju knew it. She just lay there smiling with that same playful look on her face.
"Well? Go on."
She was being shameless about it now. But I knew she wasn't serious, so I couldn't actually go through with it. If I was being honest, maybe I just didn't have the courage. Somewhere in my heart, a small anxiety still lingered — the fear that Yeonju might leave me.
"What kind of older brother sleeps with his little sister?"
I rolled off her again, hiding behind an excuse that didn't even make sense.
"That's hilarious. Since when are you my older brother?"
This time Yeonju climbed on top of me.
"...Because my birthday comes first. And I'm more mature. You're a brat, so that makes me the older brother."
"So you don't like me being promiscuous because I'm your little sister?"
"Yeah."
"Heheheh... You should've just said that from the start, you dummy."
She collapsed onto my chest.
"But even if that's how I am, you're way too old-fashioned, Taemin. You'll never get a girlfriend like that."
"That's my problem."
"No it isn't. I'm your little sister. I can't just sit here and let a perfectly good older brother live like a eunuch."
What the hell is she talking about now?
"Guess that means I should start by finding my oppa a girlfriend, huh? Hehehe~"
Yeonju grinned with a wicked glint in her eye... and a nameless unease crept over me.
"...What are you plotting?"
"Keep this weekend free."
"What? Why...?"
"You should count yourself lucky to have a little sister like me. I'm going to reawaken my oppa's inner slut."
"What? When was I ever a slut?"
"That night."
"...That night?"
"The night you fucked Ji-eun. I heard everything through the wall. The rough breathing you made while you were taking her was so sexy. It even got me turned on."
That was the first I'd heard of it — that Yeonju had gotten aroused listening to my moans. In the end, we'd both been having sex with other people while listening to each other's sounds.
"Look forward to it."
"...Alright."
I had no idea what I was supposed to be looking forward to. A faint anxiety settled over me, but I didn't have any other plans anyway, so I decided to just go along with whatever Yeonju said.
Yeonju closed her eyes, and I pulled the covers back up, ready to call it a night. But then her thigh slid quietly over my cock.
She started rubbing it, slow and deliberate. This was a provocation, no question about it. Why? Was she sulking because I hadn't gone through with it? Or was she just picking a fight for the hell of it? Either way, my pride kicked in and I tried to hold out — but there was no stopping myself from getting hard.
"Heheheh... So it does work. And here I thought you had erectile dysfunction. Heheh~ Okay... I get it."
In the end my cock swelled rock-hard, and Yeonju kept pretending to sleep while she giggled. Damn it... of all the things to mess with me about... This was torture, plain and simple. That night stretched on forever.
But... what exactly did she "get"?