Breath on the Nape (3)
A strange silence hung in the living room as Seunghun hyung’s face burned an even deeper red, impossible to tell whether from the alcohol or from excitement. He was usually the confident, outgoing type who owned every room, yet the way his eyes kept flicking toward Sujung—sitting right beside him, radiating a sweet, boozy scent and smiling bashfully—gleamed with unmistakable anticipation.
Sujung’s cute face contrasted with her glamorous figure, the kind of allure that made any man fantasize about holding her at least once. Seeing my wife drunk, shedding her usual modesty to show such an adorably flushed expression, it felt as if Seunghun hyung’s raw tension and thrill were pouring straight into me.
‘Seunghun hyung must be losing his mind right now. To think he can legally wrap his arms around a woman like Sujung…’
My heart hammered so hard it felt ready to explode as I stole a glance at Jian. Truthfully, a “hug” penalty wasn’t completely outrageous here. Jian and I had already shared a deep embrace earlier in the night because of the black rose wish. The heavy, glamorous weight of her breasts against my chest, the fierce heartbeat that had throbbed through them into my own body, and the hot, stinging breath she’d exhaled into my ear at the end—all of it flashed through my mind again.
‘Now it’s hyung’s turn to feel that…’
Since I had already hugged Jian first, I had no grounds to stop my wife from hugging Seunghun. Instead, the memory of how fiercely my lower body had reacted when Jian’s glamorous curves pressed against me stirred a toxic blend of guilt and arousal.
If they hugged for ten full seconds, there was no chance Seunghun—with those starving eyes—would simply hold Sujung. He would crush her against him until she nearly broke, greedily soaking up her body heat.
At that moment, a vicious, obscene fantasy sliced through my head. Beneath Sujung’s thin skirt right now, that rough mesh T-panty was digging into her most secret place. The instant Seunghun yanked her close, his hardened cock would mercilessly grind against my wife’s mound. I could already hear the blatant friction through two thin layers of cloth and picture Sujung’s breathless panting.
‘Ugh… I’m really going crazy.’
Just the thought made my lower body strain painfully tight. The depraved realization that my wife might get excited being crushed against another man paralyzed my reason and awakened only animalistic lust. I hid my rock-hard erection under the table, body trembling with the urge to let everything spiral into ruin.
“Oh my, a hug? Sujung, what are you going to do? It’s the first 19+ penalty. Think you can handle it? Or will you drink? Hehe.”
Jian teased Sujung with mischievous delight. Sujung looked at Seunghun with hazy eyes, then at me. The old Sujung would have recoiled in horror and grabbed the penalty drink immediately, but the alcohol seemed to have loosened her. Or maybe she was conscious of my gaze. She bit her lip, wearing a strange, conflicted expression as if genuinely considering it.
Seunghun swallowed hard while he waited for her answer. His broad chest quivered faintly, like a predator a heartbeat away from pouncing on Sujung’s slender frame. Sensing the heat of his blatant stare, Sujung gave the tiniest shiver before shyly shaking her head.
“…No, I… I’ll just drink! Aww, hugging my brother-in-law is way too embarrassing~ Haha.”
Sujung smiled brightly and reached for the penalty glass again. Her reaction was far more honest and coquettish than usual thanks to the alcohol, yet her natural modesty still kept her from crossing the clear line of an actual hug.
In the split second my wife lifted the glass, I caught the raw disappointment and darker hunger that flashed across Seunghun hyung’s face. He couldn’t tear his eyes from her profile as she drank, his fist clenched tightly on his knee. A cold, thirsty craving for the prey that had slipped away hovered over his flushed features. When Sujung had emptied about half the glass, her brows furrowed and her breathing grew labored.
“Ey, sister-in-law! You’re overdoing it again. We’re on the same team—we need some loyalty!”
Seunghun hyung snatched the glass from her hand as if he’d been waiting for the chance. Once again he pressed his lips exactly where hers had touched. This time, though, it was far more blatant and greedy. He sucked on the rim—where Sujung’s lip marks were clearly visible—making wet smack-smack sounds as if he were devouring her mouth directly, draining the last drop.
“Kaah! Why does the liquor taste so damn sweet today? It’s like honey! Haha.”
Seunghun hyung licked the alcohol from his lips with obvious satisfaction and stared straight at Sujung. The bizarre obsession of sucking up every trace of my wife—far beyond a mere indirect kiss—made Sujung’s face burn crimson. Her alcohol-glazed eyes wandered, lost.
“Ah… Brother-in-law, you’re really impossible… Hehe.”
Though embarrassed, Sujung didn’t seem to mind his bold lead. She smiled and gave his shoulder a light push. Between the two of them, drunk and riding the same wave, an intimate atmosphere had formed that no outsider could penetrate. Seunghun hyung didn’t miss that languid smile; he picked up his phone again.
“All right, the vibe’s perfect—let’s go! Who’s it gonna be this time?”
A cheerful sound effect played as the slot machine spun once more.
“One, two, three!”
“Nape!” “Lips!” “Nape!” “Nape!”
Jian and I chose differently this time. I couldn’t bring myself to say “lips” and picked “nape,” while Jian confidently declared “lips” as if she had been waiting for it. But the other side was in perfect sync. Seunghun hyung and Sujung shouted “Nape!” at the exact same moment and looked at each other.
“Oh! Sister-in-law, jackpot! We really match so well, don’t we?”
“Wow, brother-in-law! That gave me goosebumps. It actually worked! Hehe.”
The two of them cheered like excited children. Sujung happily slapped palms with Seunghun hyung in a loud high-five. The cautious demeanor she usually showed me had vanished. Watching my wife perfectly in rhythm with him, giggling brightly, clawed at something cold inside my chest.
“Yes! The combo finally matches! Junseok, it’s your penalty! Haha.”
Seunghun hyung pushed the phone screen toward the center of the table like a kid celebrating victory. Both he and Sujung wore the flushed, intoxicated expressions of winners. Sujung, in particular, seemed completely swept up in the alcohol and Seunghun hyung’s lead.
But the instant we read the penalty that appeared on the screen, the air in the living room froze solid.
Team members must press their noses to each other’s napes and feel their breath for 3 seconds.
“……!”
The explicit command far exceeded our expectations and silence swallowed the room. Pressing your nose to someone’s nape for three seconds to feel their breath—it was practically an order to savor each other’s scent in the most intimate way possible. I glanced at Jian in panic, but she only looked back at me with a strange little smile on her flushed face.
‘I can’t do this. Not while Sujung is watching…’
I fought down my pounding heart and reached desperately for the penalty glass in the middle of the table. I would rather drink the harsh liquor and black out than perform this insane penalty. I was even ready to suggest we stop the game entirely.
“Ah, this penalty’s pretty tough, huh? I’ll just drink…”
The moment my fingers closed around the glass—
“No. I’ll take the penalty.”
Jian’s cool hand caught my wrist with surprising strength. While I stared at her in shock, she pulled her chair even closer until our bodies were pressed tightly together. Far more intensely than during the earlier hug, the heavy, elastic weight of her glamorous breasts crushed against my arm and side.
“Junseok, I’m already drunk. If I drink any more I’ll really pass out. So… let’s do the penalty instead. Hehe.”
Before I could respond, Jian grabbed my shoulder and buried her face deep into the crook of my neck.
“Hup…!”
The instant her hot, moist breath touched the sensitive skin of my nape, a violent shiver raced down my spine. Jian wasn’t simply breathing. During those brief three seconds she rubbed the tip of her nose against my neck and inhaled my scent—deep, greedy pulls that only I could feel.
“Haa……”
The hot sigh that escaped her lips slid down my neck and into my chest. The heartbeat I had felt when she hugged me before now seemed to strike directly against my throat. My lower body had grown so hard it threatened to tear through my pants, the painful erection fogging my brain.
Beneath the table, Jian’s toes pressed firmly against my calf once more.
Sujung’s gaze stabbed into us like an arrow. The eyes that had been sparkling with laughter while perfectly synced with Seunghun hyung now trembled with jealousy and a different, darker curiosity as she watched Jian bury her nose in her husband’s neck and inhale with what sounded like a moan.
Even after the three seconds had long passed, Jian didn’t pull away. Instead she brought her lips so close to my ear they almost brushed it and whispered in a voice only I could hear.
“Junseok… you smell so good… and the way you’ve been hard this whole time is honestly adorable… hehe.”
I clenched my fist without realizing it. With Sujung biting her lip and glaring at us from the sofa just steps away, and Seunghun hyung watching the entire scene with rapt interest, Jian’s lips grazed my earlobe as she finally drew back.
Was it twisted rebellion against the perfect chemistry Sujung and Seunghun had shown…? Or was it the lingering heat of Jian’s breath still burning on my nape…? Either way, my reason had already burned to ash, consumed by the throbbing pain of my violently erect cock…