Her Sudden Advance
No... something else excites me even more...
After the overwhelming desire passed, only a crushing sense of misery remained. The ecstatic pleasure that had numbed my brain moments ago was gone without a trace, leaving only the sharp, fishy scent of cooling semen. The panties I clutched in my hand were no longer objects of sacred indulgence—they had become irrefutable proof of my own depravity.
The crotch, soaked with my saliva from frantic licking. The fabric twisted and crumpled by my madness. And atop it all, a glistening white puddle of my own release. Reality was far more wretched than any fantasy.
'Crazy bastard... I'm actually insane...'
There was no time for self-reproach. The sudden silence of running water meant my wife would soon step out of the bathroom. In a panic that threatened to knock me unconscious, I moved like a man possessed. I yanked the panties tangled around my thighs and shoved them deep into the laundry basket along with Sujung's soiled pair.
Driven by the single thought of destroying the evidence, I lifted the entire basket and rushed toward the laundry room as if flying.
'Click, whirr—'
I slammed the washing machine button in haste. Only after the machine began its rumbling cycle did I slump against the cold metal wall, half-naked with nothing but a towel around my waist. My reflection stared back at me from the glass door.
"Oppa? What are you doing in there?"
Sujung's damp voice from outside the door made my heart drop.
Just like the underwear spinning inside the machine, could last night's truth and my recent madness be washed clean? What filled the space left by desire was not suspicion toward my wife, but a far more vicious self-loathing and cowardly fear.
I swallowed hard and forced my voice to sound casual, pressing down the tremor in my chest.
"Ah... I was just getting ready to shower after you finished, but the laundry was piling up, so I thought I'd run a load first."
A cold bead of sweat trickled down my back. My voice wavered slightly, but the noise of the washing machine mercifully covered it.
"Oh... I thought you'd use the bathroom in the living room. I guess you were waiting."
Sujung answered casually while wrapping her wet hair in a towel. Thankfully, there was no suspicion in her eyes. Relieved, I hurried to finish my shower.
It was 11 a.m. Sunlight already streamed through the windows, but after the night of frenzy, only heavy fatigue weighed on us. We lay side by side on the master bedroom bed, trying to catch up on sleep.
A thin ray of light slipped through the blackout curtains and cut across the bed. In the silence, Sujung's languid voice drifted from behind me.
"Oppa... are you asleep?"
"Mm... yeah... trying to..."
My voice came out hoarse, whether from exhaustion or the guilt still gnawing at me from the laundry room. Then her next words jolted me wide awake.
"...Want to do it...?"
"...Huh? What did you say?"
I turned slightly, unsure if I'd heard correctly. At that moment, Sujung rolled over and pressed her body flush against my back.
"……!"
A heavy, firm pressure spread across my spine. When her full breasts molded perfectly against my back, I stopped breathing. My wife, who normally wore a bra even at home because she felt uncomfortable without one, now had nothing between us. Only the warmth of her skin and the soft elasticity of her bare flesh reached me through the thin pajamas.
Today, Sujung wore nothing beneath her sleepwear.
"...It's been a long time since we last did it, right? Ha... come on..."
Her voice, tickling my ear, was lower and more secretive than usual. There was even a note of determination, as if she had made up her mind. For two long years, she had never once initiated intimacy. Now she was pressing herself against me, bra discarded, with unmistakable resolve.
'It hurts...', 'I'm tired...', 'I don't feel like it...'
All those excuses she used to push me away were nowhere to be found. The firm weight of her breasts against my back and the sensitive peaks brushing me set my mind ablaze. What did this unfamiliar assertiveness mean? What exactly had happened between her and Seunghun last night that had pried open the door she had kept tightly shut for two years?
While those thoughts churned in my head, a hot hand suddenly slipped beneath my pajama pants.
"……!"
Without warning, her fingers found my cock over my underwear and began to stroke it carefully. The same hand that had rejected me for two years now explored my reaction with single-minded focus. But my body refused to cooperate. Having spent everything in the laundry room moments ago, it remained limp and unresponsive.
"...It's not getting hard."
In the darkness, Sujung's low voice carried an unreadable tone—disappointment, or perhaps something sharper.
"……"
I couldn't speak. Part of it was shock at her unprecedented initiative, but mostly it was because I had already emptied myself completely. Sujung, unaware of the truth, interpreted the situation differently.
"You were hard all night yesterday... I thought you'd like this. Have I lost my appeal?"
My heart plummeted. A cold edge had crept into her voice. She pressed closer, almost confrontational.
"Yesterday... you reacted just fine to Unnie."
"……!"
My mind went white. Beyond shock came pure terror. Had she seen me secretly kissing and touching Jian at the dining table last night? Or was she only guessing, testing me?
"No, that's not..."
The excuse died in my throat. Without waiting for an answer, she slid her hand deeper into my underwear. Cool air and her burning palm created a strange dissonance.
"If it's not getting hard because I've lost my appeal... I'll try harder."
With those words, Sujung slowly lowered herself beneath the blanket. It was a movement I never would have imagined from her before. Her determined, persistent touch tried to forcibly awaken my unresponsive body. Caught between fear and arousal, I could only breathe raggedly and wait for what came next.
Instead of answering, she yanked down my pajama pants and underwear in one motion. Once the obstructive fabric was pushed to my feet, she stripped off her own pajama top as well.
"……!"
A thin beam of light from between the curtains fell across her bare shoulders and full breasts. The curves she usually kept tightly covered even at home now revealed themselves in an explicit silhouette. She took my hand and placed it on her chest while her other hand gently grasped my still-limp cock.
Even in this unprecedented situation, my body refused to respond, drained from earlier. But as she shifted, the angle of light changed, illuminating her face and breasts clearly.
'Wow... she really is beautiful, Sujung...'
The light slid over her pale shoulders and generous breasts. She had always kept herself wrapped up, yet the silhouette now before me was unrealistically alluring.
'No wonder Seunghun hyung was staring all night...'
The memory of his greedy gaze made my cock swell with a sudden rush of superiority and conquest. Feeling the change, Sujung smiled faintly and lowered her head.
"Oppa, I'll make you feel good..."
The moment the words left her lips, hot, wet heat engulfed me.
"Chuuup... chuuuup...!"
Obscene sounds shattered the silence of the room. It was shocking. This was not the Sujung who used to shake her head in disgust at the mere idea. Though her technique was clumsy, the bizarre intensity with which she focused solely on my cock, saliva glistening at the corners of her mouth, set my mind on fire.
"Chop... chyaap, chuuuup... chuurup..."
The wet sounds filled my ears. She clung to me with such persistence that her lips looked swollen. The occasional scrape of teeth, born of inexperience, only heightened the sense of transgression.
'Wait, what the hell... why is she going this far...?'
Saliva dripped from her lips onto my thigh. Unconcerned, she tried to take me all the way to the base, breathing heavily through her nose.
'Don't tell me... Seunghun hyung taught her to do this?'
I couldn't tell whether the desire once suppressed by his rough hands was now bursting forth toward me, or if this was her way of washing away guilt. But one thing was certain: the lips currently swallowing me were burning hot.
"Sujung... you, haa...! Khk!"
I grabbed her hair and moaned. Her clumsy yet earnest mouth was both more stimulating and more suspicious than ever.
"Chuuup, chuuuup...!"
The sounds grew even more explicit. I lost myself in the raw noises and heat, even as my mind frantically tried to piece together the blank spaces from last night.