This Drinking Party Is Insane (3)
The atmosphere at this drinking party felt completely insane.
“Haha, it’s been so long since we had a vibe like this. See? Once the alcohol kicks in, everyone gets honest and it’s great, right?”
Seunghun hyung leaned deep over the table with a slurred laugh. His already unfocused gaze lingered slowly on Sujung’s face. Without wiping that sly, mysterious smile from his lips, he let his voice drip out—sweet yet dangerous, like a predator cornering its prey.
“Then it’s my turn, so I’ll ask Sujung! You two really haven’t done it for two years, right? So be honest. Sujung, during all that long time, did you really never once feel like doing it?”
The air in the living room thinned in an instant. Hyung’s question hovered on a strange boundary—half playful, half blatant seduction—pricking at Sujung’s eardrums.
Sujung’s face was already flushed crimson from the alcohol that had pushed her to her limit. Her eyes, clearly panicked, wandered through the air before she grabbed her glass with a trembling hand. My wife took one deep, chest-heaving breath, then finally parted her damp, glistening lips.
“(Huu…) Women… are different from men. Our sex drive doesn’t just flare up randomly like that, you know… brother-in-law…”
The first words she forced out with the help of the alcohol sounded fairly firm, but the voice that followed was already thin and quivering, soaked with moisture.
“But… there were times… I did… want to…”
By the time she finished speaking, Sujung had lowered her head deeply, unable to meet hyung’s eyes. The mask of modesty my wife had been wearing just moments ago had completely vanished. The expression on her face—mingled with shyness and a sense of betrayal—was more obscenely arousing than any outright seduction. A thick bead of sweat trickled down her slender neck after she struggled to speak, and that sticky heat spread throughout the entire living room.
I watched the scene without even remembering to swallow. My wife’s confession, bursting out after breaking two years of taboo, was now dragging all four of us into an irreversible abyss of desire.
“There… were times…”
The moment I heard my wife’s obscene confession, spoken with such difficulty, my mind went blank as if I’d been struck in the head with a blunt weapon.
From dating through marriage, over the seven years we’d spent together, the Sujung I knew had always been neat and proper. Even in bed, she would simply accept my touch without any reaction, like a wooden statue with no interest or desire in the realm of sex. No matter how hard I tried, only silence came back, so I never doubted that she was simply that kind of person.
But now, watching her swallow hard at hyung’s blatant dirty talk and confess that she did sometimes want it, I felt like I was seeing her for the first time in seven years.
At the same time, the damp memories from last week’s camping trip flashed through my mind like lightning.
Her body, touched in her sleep, had been abnormally hot, and when I reached down, she was already soaking wet and slippery. At the time, I wanted to believe she was simply reacting late to my touch, and I had finished things that way… But what if that heat I had never seen once in seven years had actually been drawn out by another man?
Was Sujung actually… such a hot woman?
The suspicion that the unresponsive side she showed me wasn’t her true self—that her hidden instincts only erupted after being awakened by someone else. And the guess that the one who had quenched that suppressed thirst wasn’t her husband, but perhaps Seunghun hyung during that “blank period” last week.
As that hypothesis burrowed into my brain, my body began reacting in a bizarre way. The lewd moans and slippery responses she had never shown me once in seven long years—imagining they might have burst out because of another man. That miserable assumption tore my reason to shreds, yet paradoxically made my cock swell painfully hard inside my pants.
The image of my wife becoming a true “woman” and losing herself only under another man’s rough touch, with me completely excluded. That depraved vision stimulated my brain and sent signals of pleasure far more intense and sticky than any wet dream.
My chest burned with rage, but below the table, my lower body had completely surrendered to the ugly desire to confirm my wife’s hidden lewdness. I gripped my glass with a trembling hand and stared fixedly at her increasingly obscene, dangerously erotic eyes.
That obscene look in her eyes I had never seen once in seven years. The fantasy that its heat might not be directed at me, but was instead a trace left by another man’s touch, assaulted my lower body until it felt paralyzed. Shame, anger, and the ugly sexual excitement that overwhelmed them all had taken complete control of me.
At that moment, Jian noona—who had been watching me with an intrigued expression—intercepted my gaze as I stared intently at Sujung and spoke up.
“Ah… Junseok, Sujung’s words must have been pretty hot, huh? Haha, you’re looking at her with such a lewd expression. If you two were alone, it looks like you’d devour her with kisses right away. Right?”
My heart sank at the languid words she tossed out while swirling her glass. She narrowed her eyes at me and smiled sweetly, as if seeing right through me. Behind that smile lingered the memory of her hot tongue ravaging my mouth in the corner of the living room earlier, and the full sensation of her ass that had filled my palm. Her words weren’t just a joke—they were a secret signal mocking the painful bulge straining inside my pants.
“……!”
My mind went white. I snatched the large wine glass filled with red wine that sat in the center of the table, desperate to wet my burning throat. I tilted my head back and gulped down the thick red liquid in one go. The cold fluid rushing down paradoxically poured fuel on the heat raging inside me.
“Whoa, Junseok! You’re really going hard tonight? Drinking that fast will get you drunk in no time… but it’s kinda sexy. Haha.”
Noona narrowed her eyes and clapped. Seunghun hyung, watching the scene, loosened his tie roughly with a chuckle, clearly enjoying the now-obscene atmosphere.
“Wow, Im Junseok! You’re in full beast mode today? One little confession from our sister-in-law and the reins are completely off? Well, if I saw a face like that, I’d have downed a whole bottle of wine too. The mood’s perfect!”
Hyung’s sly dirty joke blended into the damp air of the living room. Sujung, overwhelmed by unbearable embarrassment, lowered her head, then quickly lifted it again to look at noona, trying to dodge the arrow pointed at her. Her eyes, already loosened by the alcohol, trembled violently.
“Uh… um… oh! Then it’s my turn, so I’ll ask unnie! Unnie… you do it so often with brother-in-law, but… have you ever… imagined someone other than him while doing it? Like, a more handsome or fun guy or something…”
The question Sujung blurted out was far more blatant and dangerous than I expected.
At a question so outrageous she normally couldn’t even imagine saying it, Sujung herself widened her eyes as if doubting her own mouth. With her reason blurred by the alcohol, she had been swept up in hyung and Jian unnie’s sly dirty talk, and her suppressed subconscious had slipped its leash and burst out.
In an instant, the living room air froze cold, and a far thicker, stickier silence than before seeped between the four of us.
“Ah…!”
Sujung realized her mistake and clapped a trembling hand over her mouth. Her eyes, frightened by the suddenly chilled atmosphere, wandered helplessly. With her face burning red, she waved her hands frantically and stammered.
“I-I’m sorry! I must have gone crazy… I think I drank too much. C-cancel! Please pretend you didn’t hear that question, unnie! Brother-in-law! Please…”
My wife tried desperately to fix the situation with a tearful, panicked voice, but the question had already been spilled, stirring the desire in the room even more provocatively. The more Sujung hurriedly lowered her head to avoid their gazes, the heavier and more obscene the silence grew, pressing down on us.
I swallowed dryly while watching noona’s reaction. Even as Sujung cried out in desperate embarrassment, noona didn’t set down her glass. Her eyes, already past their limit from the wine, were unfocused and languidly wet. The gaze she fixed on me was filled with an unmistakable thirst.
As the silence stretched, the humidity in the living room rose until it felt suffocating. Noona downed the last of the thick wine left in her glass, but a single drop of red liquid she couldn’t quite swallow trickled down the side of her lip. Without even thinking to wipe it away, she slowly licked her wine-stained lips and smiled at me.
“It’s too late to cancel now. That question was way too sexy.”
Under the table, noona stretched out her bare foot and began rubbing my calf as if wrapping around it. Her smooth, cool toes pushed up the hem of my pants and clung stickily along the exposed skin of my calf. She pressed her chest firmly against the table to steady her swaying, drunken body, and the more she did, the more deliberately forceful her toes became as they stroked me.
“It would be a waste to just imagine it. Sometimes… I do want to know what it feels like to have another man besides my husband roughly messing up my insides.”
The red wine stain spreading at the corner of her mouth and the toes binding me beneath the table. Her dangerous provocation—seemingly forgetting that Sujung and Seunghun hyung were right beside us—made me grip the empty wine glass until it felt like it would shatter, desperately clinging to my threadbare sanity. In this moment when excessive drinking had intoxicated everyone… the catastrophe was slowly… beginning.