The Wife's Sweet Trap
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm not some small-minded woman like a certain someone."
Idiot... The smaller her mind is, the better it is for me.
That aside, I found myself stuck for a moment on how I was supposed to take any of this. Honestly, Hyejeong, Minhee, Heeyeon — any man with eyes could see they had the kind of sexy charm that stirred up an appetite. And if all you wanted was a good time, then whether they were loose or not, bedding a sexy woman was a pleasure all its own. That much went without saying.
What held me back was Yeonju.
If I went by what she'd told me, I had looked sexy when I was shoving my cock down Suyeon's throat, and when I was roughly fucking Ji-eun it had shaken her all the way through. And now she was telling me to fuck her friends and go back to being that man.
What was that supposed to mean? Was she simply telling me to enjoy myself the way she did — to go out and have fun with other women, free and easy? Or did she want to see that version of me again, the one that had shaken her?
No matter how I turned it over, I couldn't find an answer. All I got for the effort was a head that felt even more tangled than before.
"Just accept it already!"
Yeonju had been studying my face. She swung her fist and punched me square in the chest.
"Ow... Since when do you do social work with your fists? That stung like hell."
"Hehehe~ I've been through a lot, you know. So just do what I say. And stop darting your eyes around like that."
Sharp little bitch...
"But why are you suddenly doing this? It's not like anything's going to change if I start seeing other girls."
Yeonju tipped her head and shot me a sidelong look.
"Because I'm sick of your nagging! I want to go play with other guys with a clear conscience! If you go out and mess around with other girls, you won't just sit at home waiting for me! Then you won't have anything to nag about!"
"What, that's all it was?"
"Disappointed?"
Yeah. I was.
"...Anyway, you shameless little... You think I won't nag if you do that? I'll nag even more. I'll follow you around every time you go out and lecture you, and I'll get your friends to keep tabs on you."
"Hehehe..."
"What's so funny?"
She suddenly leaned in until her face was right in front of mine. If I had dipped my head even a little, our lips would have touched.
My heart kicked hard against my ribs. It felt exactly as if I had been caught — as if she had just found out I had been secretly watching every private, hidden piece of her all this time.
"Answer me."
"..."
I couldn't. I couldn't say that I could watch, and I couldn't say that I couldn't. It wasn't as if I wanted to see a scene like that. But if I actually saw another man with his hands on Yeonju's body, I knew I would get hard.
"That's exactly your problem."
"...What are you talking about?"
"This. Right now. It feels like you've built this stuffy wall around yourself when it comes to other women. You haven't even gone out with anyone since you broke up with Ji-eun, have you?"
"Yeah, but you're the same, aren't you? You haven't seen anyone else since Minyong left for Canada."
"No, actually, I'm not."
Huh? That was strange. I was sure Yeonju hadn't had a boyfriend after Minyong moved to Canada.
"Who'd you see?"
"That's not the point. You need to loosen up a little, Taemin. My friends are really great girls. They're insanely popular with guys at the clubs. It wouldn't kill you to go out and have that kind of fun once in a while."
"You're telling me to hit the clubs?"
"Yeah. Wouldn't it be fun if we ran into each other? I think I'd feel proud, seeing you surrounded by girls. And..."
Yeonju's hand slipped over my pants and wrapped gently around my cock. It was the first time she had ever taken it in her hand.
"See? You're reacting like this. So stop sitting there like a block of wood and just do what I say this once. You were so sexy back then. How do I put it... I want to see that beast in you one more time."
My cock went fully hard in her hand in an instant. I tried, a beat too late, not to look rattled. It was already far too late.
"Tch! If I saw you with another guy at a club, I'd snatch you right up. Then I'd yell that this woman is my wife and humiliate you so badly you'd never set foot in a club again."
Yeonju's brow tightened, and a hard light came into her eyes.
Her knee slammed into my cock.
"Ghhk—!!!"
A heavy, crushing shock punched through both of my balls and started throbbing in my lower belly, and I went down on my knees.
"Go ahead and try it. Nyeh~"
Yeonju crouched down to my level, stuck her tongue out at me, and then bolted.
"Ugh! ...You! If I catch you, you're dea—d."
Damn it... I had to stay crouched there by myself for a long while, slapping at my own ass.
When evening came, the girls got dinner ready while I got the charcoal going in the grill out in the yard and started preparing to cook the meat. I had taken them for girls who only knew how to have fun, but unlike Yeonju, they all seemed to be pretty decent cooks.
"Come on out, you guys~"
Yeonju called as she stepped out of the cottage, and the girls followed her one by one, each carrying something. Yeonju came out with a big tray piled with meat and vegetables. Behind her, Hyejeong brought the side dishes, and Heeyeon came out lugging the entire rice cooker. Last of all, Minhee appeared with a big pot of kimchi stew.
They set everything out on the table beside the grill, and I started cooking the meat Yeonju had brought.
The rosy meat cooked through with a rich, savory smell that drifted out across the yard. Before long the girls had crowded in around me, taking the pieces I sliced for them one by one, and they practically swooned at how good it was.
Hanging out with Yeonju's friends like this wasn't so bad, I thought.
At least, not up to that point...
"Taemin, say ahh~"
Heeyeon came over with a neatly wrapped bite of meat and held it out in front of me. She was in a thin sleeveless tee, and as she pressed in close she slipped my elbow right between her huge breasts. The pressure flattened them, and her see-through underwear showed through the fabric. Next to Yeonju's D-cup, Heeyeon's chest looked like an F.
"Aing~~ Taemiiiin~~ Aren't you gonna eat it? Open your mouth already, over~~"
I snorted out a laugh before I could stop myself. She had suddenly launched into a Doraemon impression, laying the aegyo on thick, and somehow finished it in Sandy's goofy voice from Journey to the West.
I ate it anyway. She had wrapped it surprisingly well.
"Well? It's good, right? Kah-kah-kah-kah~"
She kept doing the Doraemon voice because I was amused. And she really did sound just like him.
"Heh... It's good. Thanks."
Heeyeon only went back to her seat after she had watched me eat it with every sign of enjoyment.
"Hey, you nutty Doraemon. Using a party trick? That's cheap."
Hyejeong scolded her, laughing as she did it. Then she wrapped up a bite of her own and shoved it at me the moment I finished Heeyeon's.
"Say ahh~"
Read the room... I would rather have had a glass of water. My throat was stuck, but she had gone to the trouble of wrapping it, so I couldn't exactly refuse. I ate Hyejeong's too. I had seen her often enough, and she had never pulled aegyo on me before, so the sudden sweetness sat a little awkwardly on her.
"Here. Have some broth."
After two wraps in a row my throat felt tight, and right on cue Minhee came over with a ladle of stew broth and fed it to me.
Even though it was kimchi stew, it wasn't harsh at all. It went down smooth and cool, and my throat eased at once.
"Thanks. You just saved my life. The stew's really good. Did you make it?"
"Yeah. I simmered it in beef bone broth, so it's not too bad, right?"
"Yeah. It's not spicy at all, and it's really refreshing."
Of the three of them, Minhee still seemed the most normal. She had a cute face with something sharp and intelligent in it that was exactly my type, and even her clothes were the most ordinary of anyone here. On top of that she could clearly cook. If I hadn't seen those photos on Seongtae's phone, I might have been a little drawn to her.
Just as Yeonju had said, the girls really did seem to be trying to seduce me, laying on the aegyo and making their moves right out in the open. It made me uncomfortable at first, but the longer it went on the more naturally I fell in with it. Yeonju was still on my mind, of course — except she barely met my eyes, as if she either knew exactly what was happening or was determined not to see it. Maybe that was why I let myself open up.
And so they kept coming at me all through dinner. Heeyeon sidled up whenever she got the chance and quietly slipped my arm between her breasts, putting on that Doraemon voice and working the line between sexy and cute. Her face was on the chubby, adorable side, which suited the character, and she had so much mischief in her that she was strangely easy to be around.
Hyejeong overdid the closeness. She was Yeonju's best friend, so I had seen her more than anyone, but she and I had never been that close — and in front of the others she acted as if she were my best friend. Whenever Heeyeon or Minhee so much as came near me she would launch into some story that started with Taemin is~, and she would throw her arms around me from behind, take my hand, sling an arm over my shoulder, all as if it were nothing. Those little performances grated on me.
Heeyeon and Hyejeong were the aggressive ones. Minhee was ordinary. She could see I was uncomfortable with the two of them pressing their bodies on me, so she didn't charge in the same way. She just quietly looked after me, and she laughed easily at whatever I said. Maybe that was why I found her the most comfortable of the three, and the easiest to feel close to.
After that excellent dinner we went back inside, and a full drinking spread was already laid out in the living room. I had thought it was strange there had been no alcohol with the meal. They had set it all up in here before they came out.
Out of habit I started gathering the dishes to take them to the kitchen, but Yeonju caught my arm, dragged me over to the drinking table, and sat me down. The others were already settled in a circle around it.
"Alright. From this moment on, we'll start a game with Taemin as the stake."
What? A game with me as the stake?
"Wooo!!!"
Yeonju was sitting directly across from me. The moment she called the game to order, the rest of the girls burst into applause and cheers. Hyejeong was on my left; Heeyeon and Minhee sat in a row on my right.
"Wait. A game with me as the stake? What does that even mean?"
"It's nothing big. Whoever wins the game gets to do a mission with you, Taemin. If you win, you pick any one of us for the mission."
"Mission? What kind of mission?"
"The ones in here."
Yeonju moved the cardboard box that had been sitting beside her into the middle of the table. It was full of folded slips of paper.
"You pick one of the missions in here and do it. And the winner of the last game gets the right to spend tonight with Taemin. Everyone else does the dishes and the rest of the cleanup, of course."
"What if I win the last one too?"
"Then you pick one of us."
"What if I don't pick anyone?"
"You have to pick someone! That's the rule."
Oh-ho. Is that so? Then I'll definitely win — and I'll pick you, Yeonju.
"Alright. Let's begin."