The Game's Second Law
His mind was a haze and his eyelids weighed a ton, but staying under was not an option.
He sat up, eased off the bed, and crept toward the door. Through the narrow gap, white light spilled into the room, and his wife's voice—she was on the phone with someone—came through sharper than before.
"Heehee~ I'm telling you, my husband totally loved it. I mean~ when else is a guy gonna get sandwiched between two women? Hmm? Me? Oh, I've done a threesome before. Hehe~~"
She went quiet for a moment, listening to whoever was on the other end, punctuating the silence with little bursts of laughter and short replies of yeah and uh-huh.
"Yeah, so what's the next step? … What? Kyahaha~ isn't that going a little too far? What if someone reports us? … Really? Okay, then I'll try it. Wait, there's a place like that? I'd actually love to go… Ah~ so that's why~ yeah, then I definitely have to take my husband. Hehe~ he's secretly into that kind of thing. He's got a pervy streak, you know. It just hasn't come out yet… Yeah, okay. I'll keep making out with other guys in front of him and flashing skin so I look like a total slut… Yeah. I'll take it far enough that it wouldn't even be weird if I went all the way with someone else."
My pervy streak hasn't come out yet? And she's going to keep acting like a slut in front of me? Far enough that it wouldn't be strange if she went off with another man at any moment…?
Who the hell was she talking to, and what were they discussing?
"Oh, right~ have you got the girl ready? Just so you know, my husband's got high standards. You can tell just by looking at me, right? Hehe~ oh, and today at the massage parlor there was this cute girl who was his attendant, and he was completely into her. Didn't even look at me~ yeah, she had that idol-group body, slim, with a cute baby face. Use that as a reference… Me? Ah~ we did it in the shower… yeah… she's in her early forties, but I guess working that job keeps her going, because she was seriously energetic. Super firm, too? … Yeah, the sunflower position was amazing. It felt like she was scraping the inside of my pussy? Heehee~ I started going Daddy, Daddy and she went at it like crazy."
So that's why she came out of the shower so late? Horny little wife. Next time I'll make that pussy of hers catch fire.
But what was this about a girl? And what did she mean, he had high standards? She was even bringing up Rachel… It sounded important, but he couldn't figure out why she was saying any of it.
"Hehe~ anyway, just get the girl ready already. I want to introduce her to my husband soon. The longer you take, the more quality time I get to spend with him. Got it? … Oh, and what's the cutoff for 'going over'? If the girl you introduce becomes my husband's girlfriend? … What? Bring her to our house and have sex in front of me? … What are you talking about, hehe~ I could do that, but not my husband! … Huh? We each go on dates with our lovers and then 'accidentally' run into each other? Pfft~ that actually sounds fun."
What was this now? That woman becoming his girlfriend…? And each of them dating their own lovers? What the hell were they cooking up…
"But say my husband does fall for that girl—then what? Never mind me becoming your slave, what about him?"
What? If he fell for "that woman," his wife would become someone's slave? Whose?
"Set up a household together? Kikikik~ hey, Kim Jihun~! I keep calling you cute and now you're getting ideas?"
Kim Jihun… so it was that bastard.
"So if my husband doesn't fall for that girl, you'll back off me completely? … Kikik~ does a man with a dick get to say things twice? Yes or no? … Yeah, don't worry about that. My husband loves jerking off while he watches me have sex with other guys. He's always been like that. Kikik~ kind of pathetic, right? … I don't care if he gets a girlfriend. We're a much cooler couple than you think… Kyahahaha~ a household? Living separately? Hehe~ well~ I'd have to think about that one. And if we actually get divorced, are you going to take responsibility?"
The conversation went on, but the rest was filler. He slipped quietly back to the bed, lay down, and stared at the ceiling.
Alright. Let's sort this out.
First: his wife was in the middle of some kind of wager—or game—with Kim Jihun. Second: Kim Jihun intended to introduce a woman to him through her, and if he fell for that woman, Yeonju would become Kim Jihun's slave. If he didn't, Kim Jihun would walk away from her for good. Third: she was already performing in front of him—touching other men, putting her body on display—playing the part of a loose woman, taking it far enough that it wouldn't look strange if she went off with someone else at any moment.
The upshot was this. His wife was playing a game with Kim Jihun over whether or not he would fall for another woman, and in the meantime she was acting even sluttier than before, laying the groundwork so that an affair with another man wouldn't look out of character. If he fell for "that woman," she would become Kim Jihun's slave—and they might even set up a separate household.
Now her sudden change in behavior made sense. Flashing her breasts and pussy at the parcel courier. Suddenly stocking up on sex toys. Dragging him to the massage parlor. All of it added up.
These two had the gall to leave him out of it and run this filthy little game on their own? This had Kim Jihun's fingerprints all over it. His wife was just playing along because it sounded like fun.
And yet… if things actually went according to that bastard's plan, it might not be so bad. He thought of that movie he'd watched with Minhee—the husband whose beloved wife came home with another man's semen still inside her pussy, and instead of rage he felt lust, and he dragged her to bed and fucked her senseless.
Looked at a certain way, it could make for a far more exciting sex life than rotting through a lifeless dead-bedroom rut, or sneaking around behind each other's backs. Once you start deceiving each other, the only place left to go is ruin.
If that was what his wife wanted, he could accept that kind of relationship. But only if their feelings were out in the open—only if there was some kind of agreement, spoken or unspoken, between the two of them. A one-sided trap sprung by the two of them was something he could not tolerate.
Still, he was curious. If everything went Kim Jihun's way—whether as a joke or in earnest—what kind of look would his wife give him then?
He made up his mind.
He would play along with their game. He would even grant her a double life, a second household with Kim Jihun, if that was what she wanted. But he had not the faintest intention of letting that bastard steal her from him.
She would come back to him. She would.
In one form or another…
One week later, they were back at work, and the days that followed were chaos. His wife still favored revealing outfits, capturing every man's gaze in fashion bras and sheer, see-through clothes. It got to the point where the male employees started putting off going home of their own accord, clustering around her until she had a monopoly on their attention.
Once she started drawing that kind of popularity, Heeyeon jumped on the bandwagon and started dressing slutty too. The two of them competed over who could wear tighter clothes, who could unbutton further, who looked sexier. Thanks to that, the developers—almost all of them men—had never been more motivated in their lives.
Then the weekend came around again, and his wife announced they should go somewhere nearby. She dragged him out to Yeongjongdo. They had fresh sashimi for lunch, rode the rail bikes, did the tourist circuit, and when night fell they checked into a decent motel with a view of the ocean.
"Honey, want to shower together?"
Heh. You little minx. Fine. I'll give you everything you want.
"Sure. It's been a while—I should suck my wife's milk dry."
"Kikik~ it's not coming out yet, you know~? You'll have to get me pregnant first."
They undressed each other tenderly and stepped into the bathroom together. They wet their bodies, soaped up, and held each other, rubbing slick skin against slick skin. His wife's breasts were as large as Manager Han Miok's at the massage parlor, but far firmer, and her springy nipples rolled across his body as they moved.
"Want me to actually get you pregnant? Do you want a baby?"
There was no music, but they swayed as if they were dancing a slow blues.
"Nuh-uh~ let's just enjoy this a little longer first."
"And if my sperm punches through the birth control and plants itself in your womb?"
"Pffhahaha~~~~ oh my god, kikik~"
"What's so funny?"
"Hehe~ nothing, it's just funny. Well… if a sperm wants to be a baby that badly, I guess we'd have to have it, right?"
He'd deliberately echoed the same line Kim Jihun had used, and his wife burst out laughing as if she found it hilarious.
Water hissed down over them.
"Honey, want to have an affair?"
"An affair? Where did that come from? You mean we each cheat?"
She was rinsing him off and dropping this out of nowhere.
"No~ not like that… kikik~ I mean we pretend to be an affair couple in front of people who don't know us."
"…What's the point of that?"
"We make one~ so, you in?"
"Yeah, let's do it. If my wife wants it, I'll do anything. Hehehe~"
"I love how sweet my husband is. Come here. I'll give you a reward."
She circled behind him, spread his ass wide with both hands, and buried her face between his cheeks. Her tongue traced softly around his anus, then the pointed tip pushed in and wormed its way inside.
"Nngh…!"
His strength left him in an instant. He braced both hands against the wall, and she pulled her face away, slicked a finger with soapy water, and slowly pushed it into his ass. It slid in to the knuckle.
"Haa… nn~"
With her other hand she wrapped his fully erect cock and stroked it slowly up and down. The finger working his ass picked up speed, and the hand jerking him off matched the pace, thrust for stroke, faster and faster. She worked his ass and his cock at the same time with the practiced skill of a trainer out of a porn video, and he couldn't last. He came.
Water rushed down over them again.
"Heehee~ look how much my husband came. How about it? Should I open my own massage parlor?"
She rinsed his ass and cock with the showerhead, looking up at him with a sultry gleam.
"No way. Then other guys would have you every day and I'd be leftover scraps."
"Kikik~ well, if your business ever tanks, maybe I should try it. You'd be the manager, I'd be the masseuse… and while I'm working over other men, you can watch on a hidden camera and jerk off. How's that sound?"
"That's a little unfair, don't you think? If you're taking male clients, I should take female ones. That way your pussy gets all tingly watching me roll around with other women, and my cock stands up watching you roll around with other men. Hehehe~"
Both of them were getting warmer, their heartbeats picking up. He'd already come, but his cock was still rock-hard. He pressed the head against her lips.
"Hehe… not yet. A little later, honey."
He'd expected her to swallow him deep into that black-hole mouth of hers the way she usually did, but she just planted a quick kiss on the head of his cock, pulled away, and toweled him off.
"Let's get out."
Back in the bedroom, she spotted a flyer stuck to the motel wall and ordered a jokbal-and-bossam set for delivery—braised trotters and boiled pork wraps. Then she pulled an oil-based marker and a pack of temporary tattoo stickers from her handbag, climbed onto the bed, and spread her legs wide toward him.
"Come here."
When he approached, she handed him the bundle of tattoo stickers.
"They said delivery takes about thirty minutes. Want to put whatever you like on me?"
Ordering food and then asking him to stick tattoos on her body… was she planning to do that again?
"You want to flash someone again? Like with the delivery guy last time?"
He asked as he picked out pretty designs to put on her.
"Yeah. Tonight I want to be a dirty girl. I want you to help me become that kind of woman."
Alright then. He'd give her exactly what she wanted.
A week had passed since her waxing, and a faint fuzz was creeping back over the mound of her pussy. He pressed a vivid scarlet rose in full bloom over the spot where the faded petals of her lips showed through. Across her belly he placed a pretty mermaid princess with long red hair, completely naked, her breasts prominently displayed. A phoenix rendered in simple, elegant lines went from beneath her left collarbone down onto her breast.
"Where did you even get these?"
He asked as he pressed an image of a veiny, fully erect cock into the valley between her breasts.
"They sell them at sex shops in Seoul."
Once every tattoo was in place, a butterfly sat on the flower of her pussy. On her belly, the mermaid princess with the pretty breasts looked as if she were drinking the cum dripping from the cock inked between Yeonju's tits. A graceful phoenix drawn in black lines adorned one breast.
There were still about ten minutes before the delivery would arrive. He picked up the oil-based marker.