The Scent of Betrayal
I sniffed... The car shook as we drove, and the scenery blurring past the window scrambled my brain. Amid a headache that felt like it might split my skull, fragments of last night floated up one by one.
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Sujung lying motionless on the master bedroom bed. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep in a corner of that room, so I must have been crumpled up somewhere in there all night. The alcohol hit me like a splash of cold water. I slipped out of the room like a thief.
Where's Sujung...?
Unease crept over me. The living room table was empty, filled only with silence. The first horrible thought that came to mind was unbearable. What if she's with him?
My heart pounded as I headed to the living room, where I saw Seunghun sprawled on the sofa, mouth open, snoring away. Only then did the breath I'd been holding burst out. Thank god. He was alone.
I hurried to the small room where Sujung had said she'd prepared a bed for us. I opened the door carefully, and there she was—curled up under a thin blanket, fast asleep. Relief washed over me from head to toe, but somehow, I didn't feel refreshed at all.
I woke her in a rush, and we fled the house like fugitives.
Now Sujung sat beside me in the passenger seat, staring blankly out the window without a word. That bizarre question I'd thrown at him last night, and the dreamy laugh I'd heard as the door closed... Those fragments definitely existed in my memory, yet the wife next to me was as quiet as ever. She gazed out with unfocused eyes.
There were so many things I wanted to ask her. When had I fallen asleep? When had Jian gone to her room? After that, how long had she and Seunghun talked, and what about? And... had anything really happened?
The questions piled up like a mountain, but the things I'd done at the drinking party kept flashing through my mind. I couldn't bring myself to speak first. That brief moment when Sujung and Seunghun had left the table, saying they were going to get something from the car. The sensation of kissing Jian wildly at the living room table still lingered on my lips.
With clear evidence of betraying my wife burned into my memory, how could I dare interrogate anyone? Maybe I was the one hoping she wouldn't ask anything. A cowardly sense of relief that, as long as I stayed silent, her night could be buried as if it had never happened.
"......"
The car was filled only with the sound of tires scraping against asphalt. We avoided each other's faces, each piecing together different fragments in our own memories.
The road home felt unusually long and distant.
"I'll shower first."
It was the only conversation we'd had since leaving his house and arriving home. With those words as both beginning and end, Sujung disappeared into the master bedroom. I watched her expressionless back as she undressed, grabbed fresh underwear, and headed for the bathroom.
After she left, the living room held only heavy silence, broken by the sound of running water from the bathroom. In that quiet, I began to move slowly... and very quietly.
"Creak... creak... creeeeak....."
The inner door between the master bedroom and its bathroom was slowly opening under my slight push. The sound of water masked my cowardly movements. Once there was enough space for me to peek through, I lowered my gaze.
Soon my eyes landed on the laundry basket containing the clothes Sujung had just taken off. It didn't take long to spot the underwear she'd removed moments ago.
I wiped my sweat-slicked hands roughly on my pants, focused every nerve on the sounds coming from the bathroom, and carefully picked up her panties. I even held my breath, terrified the water might stop or she might call out.
The thin fabric against my palm felt as hot as the fever from last night. The thought that the answers to all those questions I wanted to ask her might be trapped in this tiny scrap of cloth made my heart feel like it would leap out of my chest.
Like a man possessed, I brought it to my nose.
Her unique body scent mixed with a faint trace of perfume, and...
In that instant, my eyes locked onto the inside of the fabric. The blank stretch of time when my drunk wife had been left alone with him. The dreamy laugh that had echoed as the bedroom door closed rang in my ears again.
Was it just her natural discharge, or the trace of another man? If I found something here, the guilt I'd felt for kissing Jian at the table last night would be devoured by a monster called rage. I held my breath and began to examine every inch of my wife's traces.
Sticky...
The unfamiliar texture on my fingertips made every hair on my body stand on end. This was the first time I'd ever stared so obsessively at my wife's underwear—especially the evidence from her most intimate area. The damp, sticky sensation traveling through my fingers was far beyond what I could handle.
Thump, thump...!
My heart slammed wildly against my ribs. Blood rushed to my head until I felt faint, and dizziness threatened to knock me out. The water still roared in the bathroom, but all I could hear was my ragged breathing and the thunder of my heartbeat.
But the feeling on my fingertips wasn't enough. I had to know if this was simply a natural occurrence or the decisive proof of what had happened after that bedroom door closed last night.
With trembling hands, I brought her panties right up to my face. The thick scent of her body mixed with a musky odor paralyzed my instincts. Like a man in a trance, I stuck out my tongue—toward the trace that had flowed from her deepest place, the same sticky wetness I'd just felt with my fingers.
The moment the damp fabric touched the tip of my tongue, a sense of depravity strong enough to burn my brain swept through me. My suspicion toward my wife had already twisted into a grotesque excitement that hardened my lower body.
I couldn't even tell anymore whether I was trying to taste my wife or searching for any trace of him that might have mixed inside her. Like a madman, I buried my face in her underwear.
"Haa... haa...!"
The bitter, obscene flavor lingering on my tongue felt like it was slicing through every brain cell. Each time her scent sank deep into my lungs, my reason crumbled into dust. An unspeakable depraved arousal swelled in my veins until they felt ready to burst, and my breathing grew so labored I thought I might suffocate.
The fear that I'd go insane if I didn't release this burning desire hit me hard.
With shaking hands, I yanked down my pants. In the next motion, I shoved my underwear to my thighs, grabbed my painfully swollen cock, and began stroking it furiously.
"Fuck... fuck... haa, haaa...!"
I rubbed my nose and mouth wildly against her panties in my other hand. The scent of her body and her secret musk coming through the wet fabric numbed my sight and hearing. I matched the frantic rhythm of my heartbeat, pumping my hand harder and faster.
In my mind, images of Sujung and him left alone in the living room last night replayed like some twisted video.
Fucking slut... what the hell did you do to get your panties this soaked...? Huh? Did you like him that much? Fuck... fuck...! I stuffed her panties deep into my mouth. I was lost in the hallucination of her thick juices sliding down my throat.
"Haa... haaah...! Fuck... Sujung...!"
With every rough stroke, the fantasies from last night raged through my brain. The bedroom door closing, him grabbing my drunken, swaying wife's waist like a beast. The image of him crushing and devouring her glamorous breasts the way Jian had held me.
What sounds had she made in his arms? Had she gotten wet enough to soak the very panties now in my hand, moaning lewdly at his touch?
The thought made my cock swell like it would explode. The ugly voyeuristic desire hidden behind the mask of jealousy took complete control of my body. I buried my nose in her panties, sniffing like an animal, obsessively hunting for any trace of his bitter scent that might remain inside.
"Ha, haa... ugh...!"
Climax was approaching. My prostate tightened, and an electric thrill shot up my spine into my brain. Like a madman, I rubbed her panties all over my cock. Her scent, her sticky juices, and my own lust mixed into a thick, filthy stench.
Even as the sound of water in the bathroom began to fade, it couldn't stop my frenzy. Holding back the hot liquid surging between my legs, at the very last moment I bit down hard on the most intimate part of her underwear with my lips.
"Sujung... haa, fuck... you did it with him, didn't you...? With him...!"
At the peak of my depravity, I let out a beastly groan and unleashed my burning lust all over the fabric stained with her traces. It was the most filthy, intense taste of ruin I'd ever experienced in my life.
"Haa... fuck......"