Seduction (3)
Seo-hyun stepped back into the living room. Min-seong, still tense, sat up and said with exaggerated relief.
“Ah, you’re back? Is Yu-jin okay?”
“Just tired, I guess.”
“Really? Then maybe we should drink more.”
“Yeah.”
Seo-hyun finished the sentence and immediately slid onto the cushion right beside him.
Min-seong caught the sweet scent that clung to her. His breath caught.
“W-what are you doing?! What if Yu-jin comes out…!”
“Huh? Just drinking. Why?”
“B-but still…”
“Quickly pour the soju, oppa.”
“…Okay.”
Min-seong poured soju into her glass, yet his eyes kept drifting to her body. The thin one-piece dress hid nothing. The oversized breasts, the key-shaped necklace resting between her long collarbones—all of it was right there, inches from his face.
He couldn’t tear his gaze away.
Seo-hyun noticed his stare, smiled, and asked.
“Too much looking?”
“S-sorry…”
“What do I need to apologize for? It’s just a joke.”
“…”
Min-seong still couldn’t read her at all. All evening she had sent him green lights—half a beer earlier when Yu-jin stepped out to the bathroom. She was flirting, and flirting hard.
Does she like me? No, that’s impossible.
Objectively and subjectively, he had no advantage over Yu-jin. Min-seong wasn’t an inexperienced virgin; he knew exactly how that game ended. Yet the way Seo-hyun was smiling at him felt dangerously inviting.
Could she actually be okay with sex…? No… that’s too much to hope for.
He gulped his soju and shook the thought out of his head. His mouth could be bribed with enough alcohol, but anything beyond that was a straight-up lie he refused to tell himself. Still, a tiny spark of hope kept flickering in one corner of his chest.
Seo-hyun’s gaze drifted lower. Right there, the bulge in Min-seong’s pants was impossible to miss.
“Oppa’s hard again?”
“Pfft!”
Min-seong sprayed soju across the table.
Seo-hyun’s face twitched, then softened. She grabbed a tissue and started dabbing him off—mostly the front of his pants.
“Why are you so surprised?”
“S-sorry… No, wait—let me do it!”
“No need. I’ll handle it.”
Seo-hyun slapped Min-seong’s hand away and kept wiping only the most obvious part of him.
Mmm… honestly smaller than with Jin-woo hyung, but… is this actually average?
Min-seong’s cock was larger than any club guy he’d ever seen, yet smaller than Yu-jin’s or even Jin-woo’s. Seo-hyun pictured the men she knew and compared.
I still don’t know… but I’m sure oppa’s is massive.
Just knowing Yu-jin’s was the biggest made her feel warm all over.
Min-seong suddenly grabbed her hand and shouted.
“It’s done! Let’s drink!”
“Yeah?”
Seo-hyun pulled back and sat up straight.
Min-seong felt a twinge of disappointment, but he righted himself and reached for his glass.
“Oh, I’ll pour for you.”
“Oh, okay.”
He slid the soju bottle toward her. Seo-hyun started pouring—straight into the front of his pants.
“W-what are you—”
“Oh my? Must have spilled because I’m tipsy. Sorry.”
Seo-hyun smiled seductively.
Min-seong knew it was no accident.
“Your pants are soaked. Want to take them off?”
“W-well…?”
“Why are you so shocked? You’ll need to dry them before tomorrow anyway.”
“N-no need! It’s soju… it’ll dry quick!”
“…”
“You’re really okay with this?”
Seo-hyun looked at him meaningfully.
Min-seong racked his brain trying to read the dark eyes staring back at him.
“…”
“Please.”
“Okay.”
For the first time, Seo-hyun’s eyes curved like a new crescent moon.
Min-seong stood up right there and stripped off his pants. He could have walked away, but he didn’t. The thin briefs left behind only made the erection beneath even more obvious.
“Not taking those off?”
“…”
“What if Yu-jin comes out…?”
Pants could be explained away somehow. Briefs… that was the line.
“Oppa’s been up all night sleeping with Yu-jin.”
“…”
Why the hell was he awake all night? Min-seong’s eyes traced her body without permission. Seo-hyun caught the glance, pretended not to notice, and repeated her excuse.
“I was sleepy after drinking earlier.”
“Yeah…?”
Min-seong hesitated.
If he took the briefs off, would Seo-hyun give him the blowjob he wanted? Or maybe… those huge breasts?
“Oppa?”
“O-oh, yeah… I’ll take them off…”
Min-seong finally gave in to his desire—whether the soju or the way Seo-hyun stood there looking like a goddess who was actively encouraging him, he couldn’t say. Probably both.
Slowly, he peeled the briefs down. The moment they cleared his hips, his cock sprang free like a spring, rock-hard and throbbing.
Seo-hyun smiled sweetly and stared.
Min-seong felt a chill run down his spine. He had plenty of women; he knew exactly how good it could feel. But never had he felt this tense, this wired.
The way his cock stood out proved it was real.
“Hard, huh? Not enough from earlier?”
Seo-hyun straightened his shirt and said casually. Min-seong had nothing to say. He just watched her walk away.
A moment later the washing machine spun up. When she returned, Min-seong pretended he didn’t know.
“Then… shall we drink again?”
“…”
“Yeah, sure.”
Seo-hyun took the bottle. Min-seong lifted his glass.
Glug glug glug…
But Min-seong’s eyes widened in confusion. Seo-hyun was pouring the entire bottle into an empty pot.
She emptied the one in her hand, then grabbed the one from the envelope and poured that too. Two bottles gone. The last one she poured into the pot, then dumped everything.
Clack.
She tapped the empty bottle against his head lightly and looked at him with that same teasing smile.
“Sorry, I spilled because I’m tipsy?”
Min-seong had had enough. He lunged at her.
Seo-hyun let out a playful shriek and fell backward.
“Hoo… hoo…”
Min-seong pinned her down, chest heaving. His animal eyes bored into hers. The sight made her stomach clench—wetness already soaking through her panties.
“Done?”
“Hoo… you bitch…”
Seo-hyun was surprised by the crude word. Was this how a lowly girl acted?
Of course it was hot. She smiled again.
“You said you couldn’t even eat a thing, right?”
That sentence pushed Min-seong over the edge. He grabbed her chest through the dress and growled.
“You slut.”
“Huuu… this is it?”
Seo-hyun was soaking with excitement. She hadn’t planned to go this far, but the situation felt exactly like being raped—and her heart was racing.
Min-seong yanked her dress up. Seo-hyun lifted her hips just enough so he wouldn’t notice.
The dress bunched at her waist. Her body was completely bare.
Min-seong glanced down and muttered.
“Hah… no panties… and already dripping? What a perverted bitch.”
No panties. And there wasn’t a single hair down there—yet it was soaked.
“Say something? Your nipples are hard too, aren’t they?”
Min-seong tore the bra off roughly. Pink nipples stood proud and stiff.
He pinched one and twisted his mouth.
“Nipples hard, huh? Is that why you begged me to fuck you?”
“Huuu…”
Seo-hyun turned her face away, biting her lip in shame.
Min-seong’s excitement only grew.
“What? You told me to say something? You were teasing me before, now what’s with that face?”
Seo-hyun was still thinking, heart pounding. Her excitement was real, but Yu-jin might misunderstand and stop it. She needed words to reassure him while keeping Min-seong turned on.
“Hah… acting all high and mighty now… you’d try so hard to push in, but pull out at the last second…”
“That’s why. I only thought you’d be like Yu-jin—such a sweet guy—but I never imagined you’d be the kind of slut who begs while dripping for a man.”
“Huuu! So… since you know now, go ahead and do whatever you want? I’m fine with it…”
Seo-hyun wrapped her arms around Min-seong’s neck, hoping her feelings reached Yu-jin clearly.
Min-seong looked at her like that and felt his tongue tie itself.
Eventually he pulled her arms away and said.
“Hah… okay. I’m sorry to Yu-jin. I can’t do this.”
He stood up, turned, and started digging through his bag to get dressed.
It was too much. Seo-hyun had no choice. She walked up behind him.
“Hah? Secret? You should be the one begging me to keep it secret?”
“…”
Min-seong only turned his head.
Seo-hyun lifted one corner of her mouth and said.
“If I scream that I was almost raped, will Yu-jin believe me or you?”
“You crazy bitch…!”
Min-seong’s face twisted. She was right. No matter how close he and Yu-jin were, it was only old friends. Yu-jin and Seo-hyun were married—always together. Who would Yu-jin trust was obvious.
At this point Min-seong’s mind spun.
Why would she go this far?
Did she actually like him? That was absurd.
His cock size? Yu-jin’s in the army had already been bigger than anything Min-seong had seen.
“What the hell? If you want to fuck, just do it with Yu-jin!”
“Hah… sometimes I just want to eat out instead of cook, is that a crime?”
“…”
Min-seong’s mouth fell open. Seo-hyun watched him and thought.
Did I go too far?
She’d been getting bolder lately and was starting to worry. But right now she didn’t care.
“So… I’m going on a date with you right now?”
“I’m not ugly, and I’m not running away. Isn’t that funny?”
“What the hell…”
Min-seong was genuinely speechless. The most beautiful woman in the room was standing in front of her own husband, begging him to take her, and he still didn’t understand why. Part of him wanted to drag her to the nearest bed this second, but Yu-jin was in the room.
Seo-hyun smiled sweetly.
“Scared because of Yu-jin?”
“…”
“Right? That thing hanging there is just decoration? Just pull it out and fuck me with it. You said you couldn’t even eat it, so you can’t anyway.”
Min-seong gave up thinking. She was right. He couldn’t run away. He’d just have to open his mouth and take it.
Yeah. I’ve never done anything like this. Let’s just burn off the lust.
He stepped closer to Seo-hyun and said.
“Hah… fine. Let’s see who wins today.”
“Oh~ You’re not scared at all?”
“Shut up, you slut.”
Seo-hyun watched him advance and finally relaxed.
Yet a tiny pang of guilt crept in.
This is really hard to take… I wonder if I just couldn’t tempt him that much. No! It’s not a novel. There’s a husband in the room. Trying to fuck him immediately is weird. I’m innocent!
Seo-hyun decided to stay positive.