The Secret SNS Account — 04
One hour passed. Then two. Since the last message, my phone had stayed completely silent. I checked the SNS profiles of Yeonju and the condition-meeting man a couple of times, but nothing new had been posted.
That night.
Yeonju did not come home until very late. I had no appetite, so I left the gochujang bulgogi she had cooked for me untouched. I turned on the TV and switched to a comedy channel, but the loud laughter and chatter of the comedians gave me zero cheer. The screen was just a box of idiots talking to itself while my eyes stared at it, yet my mind was filled with nothing but anxious questions: where was Yeonju right now? What exactly was she doing?
Eleven o’clock came and went, and Yeonju still hadn’t arrived. My phone remained silent. I kept turning the screen on and off out of habit until a thought struck me. I dialed her number.
Boo-woo~ Boo-woo~
The ringing echoed long and drawn out, as if time itself were stretching. I waited, but she didn’t answer. I was about to hang up.
“Yeoboseyo?”
At that moment Yeonju’s voice came through the receiver. I slammed the phone to my ear in a rush.
“Eiyat~!!!”
Damn it! I’d been so hasty I clipped my ear against the phone’s edge. A sudden sharp pain sent me clutching my ear and collapsing to the floor in a clumsy, pathetic roll. If anyone had seen it, I would have been laughed at for the rest of my life.
“Yeoboseyo? Taemin-ah, are you okay?”
The voice was still Yeonju’s. I snatched up the phone and held it to my throbbing ear.
“Yeoboseyo? It’s me. I was worried because you hadn’t come home yet.”
“Are you in pain? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, it’s nothing. I’m fine. When are you coming home?”
“I’m at a pub with some friends from the same college as Hyejeong, drinking. I’ll go to karaoke after a while, so it’ll be late. Did you eat? How was the bulgogi? Tasty?”
“Ugh… Yeah. It was delicious. Really good.”
“Hihit~ This is my first time making it. Lucky you. Did you eat it all? Want me to make it again sometime?”
“Yeah, I ate it all. Make it again.”
“Okay. I’ll make it for you tomorrow. Let’s eat together then. Don’t wait for me tonight. If I’m late, I’ll sleep at Hyejeong’s place. Got it?”
“…Yeah. Don’t drink too much.”
“Got it. Bye~”
Click.
Yeonju hung up first. The thought of her being with her friends eased my unease a little. Right… she had left around five o’clock. She probably hadn’t met the condition-meeting man yet.
Yeah. She was a woman, after all—she wanted to look pretty, let herself go, buy nice clothes and bags, try good makeup. Her pocket money from her father wasn’t enough for all that.
A bitter feeling crept in, but I tried my hardest to understand my wife.
Gurgle—
The tension in my stomach began to melt, and I heard the gurgling of empty intestines.
“Come on, let’s see how good it is.”
I opened the fridge, took out the gochujang bulgogi, and tossed it into the pan. The rich aroma made my stomach growl louder, as if its skin had stuck to my back.
“Whoa~ It really does smell good!”
The gochujang bulgogi Yeonju had made for me was heavenly. The flavor of my mother’s hand lingered in every bite. The recipe was unmistakably hers. Of course—after Yeonju’s mother had run off with another man, our mother had taken her in as her own daughter and surely taught her how to cook.
I ate one full bowl of rice, then fried another in the pan until my stomach felt ready to burst. My belly full, I felt relaxed and content. Laughter escaped me as I watched the comedy show.
Yeonju had told me not to wait, but I still stayed in the living room until after midnight, eyes glued to the TV, secretly hoping she would walk through the door. When she didn’t, I turned it off and headed to the bedroom.
Ding~
My phone rang. The SNS notification sound. I had just eaten and felt relaxed, yet my heart began to race as if I were secretly excited.
Thump-thump…
I turned on the phone. As expected, the alert was from the condition-meeting man’s SNS app. But I couldn’t open the message right away. I had waited so long earlier, yet now my fingers trembled.
Why…?
Honestly, I hadn’t been waiting for the SNS notification with a pure heart.
Just a few hours ago, Yeonju’s face smeared with Minyong’s semen, her radiant smile as she enjoyed it. Then the image of her in the doggy style position, hips raised high, her bare mound exposed. And finally the moment Minyong’s cock had buried itself to the hilt inside her split-open slit.
After that, the moment she left the house to meet the condition man with Hyejeong, the scenes replayed in my mind like a video: Yeonju being roughly abused by the middle-aged man she had agreed to with.
In my imagination Yeonju had become a Japanese AV actress. She would insert his cock between her D-cup breasts and rub it, then look up, take the glistening tip into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she sucked until he pulled out. Then he would spray thick ropes across her face. Yeonju would lick every drop of the sticky semen with obvious delight. Finally she would squat over his cock, shaking her pretty ass back and forth while her breasts bounced like waves, both of them reaching climax together.
But after talking to her on the phone, my mood had miraculously shifted. The fear, anxiety, and tension had vanished. Hearing her voice, the complicated thoughts simply melted away and I decided to trust her. My heart felt light.
Yet if I checked the condition man’s SNS, that fragile peace would shatter again. No matter what I saw, my imagination would run wild, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop it.
Should I not look…?
Even as my mind whispered that, my trembling hand had already dragged the notification bar down.
{New photo uploaded by xxx}
The alert appeared: a new photo had been uploaded to the condition man’s SNS under Yeonju’s account.
Ding~ Ding~ Ding~
{New photo uploaded by xxx}…
Even while I was reading the message, the notification kept refreshing. More photos were being posted. At this hour… what kind of pictures were appearing on the SNS of a middle-aged man who had just fucked two college girls today?
My instinct had already taken over. I tapped the notification.
The app launched and automatically opened the man’s profile. The account was private, but since Yeonju was added as a friend, the posted photos scrolled endlessly.
Just as I expected.
The last photo’s title was “Cute Lip Service from the Doggy Bitches.” The title alone told me everything, but the images below were even more provocative.
In the photo the man stood proudly, two women cuddled against his sides. They had their faces buried in his chest, tongues sticking out cutely as they licked his nipples.
My pulse quickened; the sound of my hammering heart filled my ears.
The women’s faces were blurred, but I knew instantly they were Yeonju and Hyejeong. The woman on the man’s right was Yeonju; the one on the left was Hyejeong. Both were completely naked, and I could recognize Yeonju’s body anywhere among a hundred naked women. Her pale skin and large breasts were unmistakable. Hyejeong was taller but had a modest B-cup with a slightly darker tone. The contrast was obvious.
The man’s body was well-toned, far beyond the usual middle-aged build. The women’s hands reached toward his lower body; I could even see the hands from the previous photo gripping his cock at the same time.
Yeonju’s small hand cupped the underside of his cock, while Hyejeong’s hand was on top, yet the shaft remained mostly exposed. The lower-angle shot showed Yeonju’s ass being pinched hard by the man’s fingers.
I scrolled down through the man’s photo list, starting from the most recent one.
The first photo was posted around six o’clock this evening. The title “Cute Duo of Doggy Bitches” showed Yeonju and Hyejeong posing affectionately. Their faces were blurred, matching the last image I had seen.
The very next photo was posted right after. The title was “Petting the Fresh Bodies of Twenty-Year-Old Doggy Bitches.” In the picture they wore only underwear, showcasing their figures.
The third photo followed immediately. Four breasts were visible—two with unusually wide areolas and perky nipples; the other two were firm and perky. The large, rounded breasts were unmistakably Yeonju’s; the adjacent ones belonged to Hyejeong. Hyejeong’s areolas and nipples were smaller than Yeonju’s, but the color was a deep, dark brown, almost like the nipples of women in their forties or fifties from certain videos. Still, the overall shape and firmness gave them a youthful, beautiful look.
The fourth photo was even more striking. Yeonju and Hyejeong lay naked on a bed, legs spread in an M-shape.
Between their sweetly parted thighs, cute little mounds were revealed. Yeonju’s pubic hair was thick and lush; Hyejeong’s had hair only near the mons, trimmed into a neat triangle, with a long, sleek black clit peeking between her smooth outer lips. She truly had the same “slut” type as Suyeon, the woman who had been Minyong’s second.
The fifth and sixth photos were the first two again, but a new notification now appeared at the top: more photos had been added in between.
I refreshed anyway.
The seventh photo opened. A string of images loaded. The first showed Yeonju on her knees, face down. Then the man appeared, one hand squeezing her ass, the other kneading her breast, smiling with obvious satisfaction.
The very next image was strange.
The man was still stroking Yeonju’s ass and breast, but in her hand she held a phone, talking to someone.
The caption read: “Cute Doggy Bitch Talking to Her Husband.”
The final photo zoomed in on her ass crack. Two of the man’s fingers had slid deep between her parted labia, yet she was still holding the phone, talking.
A chill ran down my spine. The title and the photo clearly showed the exact moment I had called her earlier.
Had Yeonju been lying to me?
It was possible. Now that I thought about it, the pub had been too quiet for its usual crowd…
A new post appeared. I refreshed again. The title was “Real-Time Status of the Doggy Bitches.”
The words “real-time” and “current status” were impossible to ignore. If the video showed Yeonju, it would prove beyond doubt that she had lied to me.
I tapped the video with a trembling heart. It was not a photo but a clip. The thumbnail already showed Yeonju and Hyejeong kneeling side by side, eyes wide and adoring as they stared up at the man’s erect cock.