Breaking the Wife's Rules – Part 1
Weeks had passed. We still had our little power struggles now and then, but to anyone looking in from the outside, we were just a pair of ordinary siblings sharing an apartment. Yeonju stuck to her share of the housework more faithfully than I had expected, and aside from going out with her friends on the weekends, she had cut way back on those nights she used to stay out until all hours. Thanks to that, I had more or less stopped nagging her or picking fights over nothing.
How to put it… it felt as though the days of peace had arrived, built on a foundation of mutual understanding and respect. But a little bickering now and then was part of the fun, and things had gotten so peaceful I was starting to find it a bit boring. That was how far it had gone — I actually found myself looking forward to the weekends, to the days Yeonju went clubbing.
Because every time she did, she sent me photos of herself getting intimate with other men.
Whenever Yeonju went to a club, she always sent proof of the skinship. And as a rule, she never took things too far. If anything, it was when I started being unreasonable and picking at her that she would take the intimacy up a notch — something that looked just a little more dangerous — and send me those dirty pictures.
I had started getting off on those risky situations, and before we knew it, the two of us were enjoying that razor-thin game of chicken.
One morning, just as I was about to leave for school, Yeonju tossed a line at my back.
"Taemin. You've got one week left."
"One week? One week until what?"
"This Saturday makes a full month. You're not going to have sex?"
Ah. Right.
This Saturday would already mark a full month. Under our cohabitation rules, we had to have sex at least once a month — and document it — and I had completely forgotten.
"Do we… really have to? Can't it wait until after I get a girlfriend?"
I said it with a pathetic little smile, but the instant the words reached Yeonju's ears, her face transformed into something out of a horror film — Sadako crossed with a possessed doll, venomous and terrifying.
"If you want to fuck some girl I pick out for you right in front of my face, be my guest!"
Yeonju made a fist and dragged her thumb across her own throat, her voice ice-cold. For a second I thought my heart had dropped straight through the floor.
"Come on, Taemin, don't be like that. You should come out with us. The way I see it, if you just learned how to dance, you'd be pretty popular with the girls at the club."
That was Minhee, standing behind Yeonju. Ever since the trip, Hyejeong, Huiyeon, and Minhee had been coming over to our place all the time. Minhee in particular would drop by even when Yeonju wasn't around, hanging out with me. She seemed genuinely interested, but I couldn't return those feelings. Yeonju already occupied the biggest space in my heart.
"Give it up. A Joseon-dynasty scholar like him, dancing? I can't even picture it."
"Why not? He's tall, he's got a sexy body — he'd look good even if he just swayed a little. Taemin, you never thought about coming out to the club with us?"
Both girls' eyes locked onto me at once. Even Yeonju looked like she was waiting for something.
"Nah. I'm good. You guys go."
The girls always stayed out late on weekends, and if they weren't going to a club they would sometimes drag me out with them. But Hyejeong and Huiyeon would seize every chance to cling to me, and I hated letting Yeonju see that, so I had started avoiding going out with them altogether.
Besides, watching Yeonju grind against other men at a club in person was nothing compared to the thrill of our little power struggle — waiting for those dirty photos she sent me. That was far more exciting. Far more fun.
"I'm heading out."
I pushed the worry about my remaining week of celibacy to the back of my mind and left for school, already wondering what kind of dangerous photo I would get next.
I walked into the lecture hall and started getting ready for class when Seongtae swaggered in with his friends, snickering about something.
"Something good happen?"
"Heh heh~ Oh, something good happened, all right. You have a good weekend?"
Seongtae dropped into the seat next to mine.
"Me? Just grinding levels at home. You?"
"I finally scored. You remember that girl I showed you last time? The one with the huge tits."
This guy… he was talking about Yeonju. But what did he mean, he'd scored?
"Yeah, I remember. What about her?"
"Heh heh heh~ I finally fucked her, that's what. We were at the club Friday night and I took her back to a motel."
What? He'd fucked Yeonju on Friday?
Seongtae was talking complete nonsense. Yeonju had gone to the club on Friday, that much was true — but the photos she had sent me that night clearly showed her getting intimate with some other guy, not Seongtae. And the first round of photos had been the most intense; after that, it was just an arm around the shoulder, holding hands, a hand on her waist — ordinary stuff. Unless Yeonju really liked someone, she didn't get that physical unless I picked a fight or provoked her.
"Dude, are you bullshitting me? The world isn't that small. You ran into the same girl at a club three times?"
I laced the words with a little mockery on purpose. I was a hundred percent sure he was lying.
"I'm serious. Want to see the pictures?"
The moment he offered so confidently to show me photos, I felt a flicker of doubt. What if it was real? That would mean Yeonju had been lying to me…
"Here. Look. That's her, right?"
I took his phone and checked the photo he had opened. A naked man and woman lay on a bed. The woman was on her side, leaning against Seongtae, and it was too dark to make out her face clearly. Her build felt similar to Yeonju's, but with only a nightstand lamp on, I couldn't be sure.
Unconvinced it was her, I swiped to the next photo.
"Huh?"
I couldn't help a small sound of surprise. This one showed the woman's upper body as she sat up, Seongtae's hands reaching around from behind to knead her large breasts. The lighting was still dim and her face still hidden, but the shape of her chest, the size of her areolae, even the look of her nipples — it all felt strikingly similar to Yeonju's.
Then the next photo. This time the woman was on her stomach, and Seongtae was pounding her from behind.
She had her face buried in the mattress, ass hiked high in the air, and Seongtae had both hands clamped on her plump backside. Looking at that picture, I had to admit it. The woman in the photos was Yeonju.
I had never actually taken Yeonju from behind myself, but I had seen that exact scene in plenty of videos. I knew those ass cheeks. They were hers.
"Yeah… I think that's her."
"See? Told you."
Seongtae took his phone back. The other guys around us immediately crowded in, wanting a look, and Seongtae showed off Yeonju's nude photos like a trophy. The guys who saw them went predictably insane, and every one of them started asking about the girl in the pictures — about Yeonju.
"Holy shit, this bitch's tits are fucking huge. Seongtae, you do a titjob?"
"Obviously, you idiot. That's why I fucked her in the first place."
"How was her pussy? Look at those thick thighs — fuck, I bet she's springy as hell."
"Pussy was just okay, honestly. But this bitch's technique is insane. She climbed on top and started riding me like a goddamn rice-cake mill. Getting your dick wrapped up like that is way better than just eating her out."
"Oh~ she squirted? How many times did you make her cum?"
"Obviously, man. Squirting's my specialty. I rubbed her G-spot with my fingers so fast she gushed in no time. I always get one out of them first, then I pound her with my dick until her pussy goes slack, then I finger another fountain out of her and shove my cock back in. When this bitch cums she clamps down like crazy, but after a while her pussy loosens right up. She looks all cute, but she's been out there slutted up way more than you'd think. I'm gonna keep fucking her till I get bored, then dump her when I find someone new. Heh heh heh~"
"Yo, then dump her my way. Hell, if she's a slut, pass her around to the rest of us."
"Maybe I will? She's pretty open-minded, so it might actually work. Next time we get a chance, we'll get her drunk and run a train on her. Heh heh heh~"
A pack of filthy males, trading their filthy talk. And my head was already packed full of images — Yeonju squirting under Seongtae's fingers, Yeonju on top, grinding away, swallowing his cock with her pussy.
I couldn't focus on a single lecture that day. My mind was all Yeonju. At first it was filled with the sex Seongtae had bragged about, but as the afternoon wore on, that was slowly overtaken by something that felt a lot like betrayal.
Yeonju already knew Seongtae was my friend. The fact that she had hidden the encounter meant she knew I would hate it. Which meant that after we had set the cohabitation rules, she might not have been reporting every guy she had actually slept with. And the more I thought about it, the weirder it seemed that Yeonju hadn't had sex for almost a full month.
Still. Hurt was hurt.
If I was being honest, Yeonju had been lying to me and seeing men behind my back long before any of this. She hadn't changed. I was the idiot for putting so much faith in a set of rules.
In a foul mood, I skipped my afternoon classes and just went home.
"Oh? You're back early. Didn't you have class until the afternoon?"
When I walked in, Minhee was in the living room watching TV.
"You didn't go to school?"
"I did. I only had morning classes today."
"Huh? I thought you were in the same major as Yeonju."
"What? I'm in creative writing."
"Ah… right."
They were so close I had just assumed she was in social welfare too. Different department, then. But why was she at our place?
"So why are you here?"
"What, you don't want me here?"
"No, it's not that… I was just wondering."
Minhee smiled at me, sweet and easy. I still hadn't answered her earlier question, among other things, so I ducked into my room. I dropped my bag, threw myself onto the bed, and stared at the ceiling — until Yeonju's social media suddenly popped into my head. I pulled out my phone and opened her profile.
I hadn't gotten a notification from Yeonju's socials in quite a while. But then it hit me — of course I wouldn't get notifications for posts and photos she had uploaded herself.
When I opened her page, sure enough, a flood of posts had gone up without my noticing. All of them written by Yeonju, and she was talking to men through the comments and replies piled under every one.
I wanted to go through everything from the beginning, but I started with the most recent posts first. I needed to know if Seongtae was on there. And finding him took all of a few seconds.