The 39-Gold Threshold
The air in the living room was already saturated. After that audacious penalty where Jian had buried her nose into my nape and drawn in a deep breath, an indescribable tension had been layering itself between the four of us. Our alcohol-soaked brains had already loosened the reins of reason, and what slipped through those cracks was raw curiosity and forbidden lust.
This abnormal situation—reacting so sensitively to another person’s skin and body heat even with our own partners right in front of us. Sujung’s cheeks flushed under Seunghun’s greedy stare, while every nerve in my body focused on the tips of Jian’s toes sliding down my calf. The arousal spread like a contagion. Each time our ragged breaths and moist gazes collided in the air, the pension’s living room slowly erased the rules of ordinary morality and transformed into a dark altar of desire.
“Jian, you’re saying we keep that same energy from earlier, right? The mood’s perfect now—let’s really let loose. Hehe.”
Seunghun stood up with a sly smile. He switched off the main living-room light, leaving only the soft orange glow of the stand lamp on the corner of the table. The field of vision instantly narrowed, creating a dim, humid atmosphere where only each other’s silhouettes were barely visible. With the lights lowered, every sense grew sharper and the scent of alcohol in the air turned thicker, more intoxicating.
“Huh? What the—lololol. Oppa, look at this! A popup just appeared asking if we want to activate 39-Gold Mode? There was a feature like this? Lololol!”
You have already crossed the line. Do you crave deeper depravity and pleasure?
39-GOLD MODE ACTIVATED
Seunghun burst out laughing in disbelief, yet without the slightest hesitation he pressed the payment button with his fingerprint. The screen transformed into something far more explicit—obscene illustrations paired with sticky, suggestive background music.
“There, paid with my own money! No more kid stuff from here on. Let’s have some real fun!! Lololol!”
With Seunghun’s declaration, the first slot of 39-Gold Mode began to spin. Even the sound effect was different—a low bass mixed with wet, breathy moans. When the reel stopped, the words that appeared struck every heart in the room like a hammer.
A taut silence fell over the living room. The words carried such primal force that no one even breathed. 39-Gold Mode operated on an entirely different level. The terms on the screen were no longer metaphors—they were raw, naked desire on full display.
“One, two, three!”
At Seunghun’s low count, four voices overlapped.
“Breasts!” “Breasts!” “Cock!” “Cock!”
Jian and I had shouted “Breasts,” while Seunghun and Sujung had perfectly matched on “Cock.” The realization that my wife had synced so completely with that explicit word alongside Seunghun—more than our own pairing—completely blanked my mind. Sujung’s lips trembled as if she were startled by the weight of what she had said, but the water had already been spilled.
Both teams in perfect sync! Congratulations.
Mutual Penalty Mode has been activated.
Penalty: Kiss your partner’s lips for 5 seconds.
Even through the haze of alcohol, Sujung and I froze, stunned by the destructive power this situation would unleash. No matter how much we told ourselves it was just a game, the fact that we would have to watch our own spouses press their lips against someone else in real time was enough to short-circuit rational thought. Sujung’s face burned crimson—whether from the vulgarity of the word she had chosen or the intensity of the penalty, I couldn’t tell—and she looked at me with pitiful eyes.
The one who broke the silence was, of course, Jian, wearing a relaxed smile.
“Aigoo, giving out drinks is getting tiring… Junseok, let’s just follow the rules. Shall we?^^ Hehe.”
As if she had predicted my frozen panic, Jian whispered in a languid voice and gently cupped my face with both hands. The moment her hot palms touched my cheeks, a scene flashed through my mind like lightning. That thick, secret kiss I had shared with her at the dinner table that day—when Sujung and Seunghun had gone down to the parking lot to get a phone. The memory of Jian’s hot tongue ravaging my mouth and her heated breath came back vividly.
That was why. Even though the lips now touching mine were technically just a light, rule-bound peck, they felt anything but simple. The instant our mouths met, the scent and texture of Jian’s saliva—already engraved into every corner of my brain—amplified and crashed over me. I forgot that Sujung was watching right in front of me, closed my eyes, and surrendered to the forbidden thrill that this seductive woman offered.
Seunghun watched the sight of Jian and me kissing as if it were a scene from an adult film playing out before his eyes, his gaze burning with excitement. His rough breathing was loud enough to pierce the quiet darkness of the living room and reach my ears.
“Wow… this is seriously insane. Junseok and Jian’s team will do anything to avoid drinking, huh? Hehe.”
Seunghun let out a sticky, aroused sigh of admiration, then suddenly yanked Sujung—who had been watching us in a daze—toward himself by the shoulder.
“Sujung, you know we’re the only ones who’ve been drinking penalties the whole time, right? We’re completely drunk! T_T Hehe. These two are boldly doing their penalty like that—we can’t lose, can we? If we’re going to keep playing, we have to follow the rules! Hehe.”
His words were no longer driven by reason but by blatant sexual hunger fueled by the obscene atmosphere of the drinking party. Sujung seemed stunned by the sight of her husband closing his eyes to accept another woman’s kiss, but Seunghun didn’t miss the opening. He lowered his head toward her chin and mercilessly covered her lips—already parted in shock and shame—with his own.
My heart slammed against my ribs as I watched the scene head-on.
My wife… is kissing another man right now.
The moment should have been filled with jealousy and rage, yet my body reacted in the most disgustingly opposite way. The sight of Sujung closing her eyes and yielding her lips to Seunghun’s rough mouth—my once prim and adorable wife being seduced and invaded by someone else—perfectly awakened the dark netorare instinct buried inside me. The shame of my wife being defiled transformed into an overwhelming sexual thrill that struck my entire body. The very moment my wife’s purity was being stained by another man’s hot breath paradoxically aroused me more intensely than anything else in my life.
It was then. Taking advantage of the brief moment when Sujung and Seunghun were lost in their kiss with eyes closed, Jian moved beside me.
“Huu…”
Her gaze stayed fixed on the kissing couple across from us while her hand secretly slipped under the table. Then, with her palm, she softly yet heavily stroked the part of my pants where my cock was straining so hard it threatened to burst through the fabric.
“Ah…!”
I shuddered, letting out a silent scream. Right before my eyes my wife was kissing another man, while that man’s wife was skillfully violating my most precious place. When the tips of Jian’s fingers began drawing slow, deliberate circles along the swollen curve of my erection, I was swallowed by an extreme pleasure and sense of corruption I had never felt before. Her touch was so precise and persistent it felt as if she could read every filthy thought in my mind.
Jian pressed her lips right against my ear and whispered in a voice so quiet Sujung could never hear.
“Junseok… it’s really angry down there, isn’t it? ^^ Hehe.”
At those words my cock swelled as if it would explode. And when the kiss with Seunghun finally ended and Sujung’s face was revealed, I felt a shudder close to climax.
“Ah……”
The promised five seconds had stretched well past eight. In the darkness, Seunghun’s silhouette moved aside, the corners of his mouth lifted in a vulgar, satisfied smirk that was impossible to miss. At last, Sujung’s previously hidden face came into view.
She looked as if she had forgotten her husband sitting right in front of her. Her unfocused pupils, the flushed glow on her cheeks, and the lingering, longing way her eyes traced the spot where Seunghun’s lips had been. The moment I witnessed that corrupt expression on my wife’s face—as though she were savoring the pleasure left by another man’s kiss—my erection reached a destructive level I had never experienced in my life, burning my brain white.