The First Play
As soon as we got home, we started talking seriously.
“I don’t know if this is right, honestly,” Jeong-hee said.
I couldn’t answer. It wasn’t incorrect.
After talking until we were exhausted, we decided to shower. Jeong-hee went into the bathroom first. I headed to the laundry basket to start the washing machine. When I picked up the black nylon panties she had taken off, I discovered that the fabric inside the crotch was stained white and stiff, so much that the black fabric was barely visible.
Ah…
My mind went blank. A dazed sigh escaped. Standing there blankly while holding the stiff panties, Jeong-hee came out from the bathroom with her wet hair tied up.
“Oppa…”
She called me with a sigh-mixed voice, looking at my hand.
“Let’s do it.”
I said firmly with an unwavering voice.
“…Yes.”
Jeong-hee answered shortly and dryly, then slowly walked to the dressing table.
It might be a crucial decision that could change our lives. I hadn’t slept all night, and Jeong-hee seemed to have stayed up staring at the ceiling too.
The next morning, we sent a message to Kim Hyeon-seok.
[We will follow the rules you proposed. We want to start.]
After sending the message, we waited for a reply in suffocating silence. When no answer came after several hours, I felt a fear of being abandoned before even starting. Exhausted, I skipped Sunday entirely and finally fell asleep.
The next morning, as soon as I opened my eyes, I checked my phone. A short reply had arrived overnight.
[This Wednesday after work at 8 PM. Room 804 at Kai Hotel near Sinnonhyeon Station. Don’t be late.]
The time until Wednesday passed unrealistically, like walking through water. Even when the department head threw a clipboard and shouted at work, it didn’t register. My mind was filled with thoughts of what would happen that Wednesday night: the two of us collapsing before a young man in his twenties.
Jeong-hee was the same. All Monday and Tuesday, she avoided meeting my eyes properly. Instead, she wore thick perfume that wasn’t her usual habit, went to work, and after work, locked herself in the bathroom for an hour to shave and groom her body. Every action was preparation for meeting “that man” on Wednesday, cruelly stimulating the twisted desires inside me.
She suggested I get waxed too, and since first impressions mattered, I agreed without hesitation. We endured each day, savoring our twisted cuckoldry, only for Wednesday night.
Wednesday at 7:40 PM.
We met in the hotel lobby. Both of us were dressed right after work. I wore a shirt with my tie loosened and slacks, while Jeong-hee was in an H-line dress that softly highlighted her figure.
As we rode the elevator to the 8th floor, the narrow space was filled with suffocating tension. With each floor we ascended, Jeong-hee’s shallow breathing became more rapid.
Ding.
We arrived on the 8th floor and walked down the carpeted hallway. In front of room 804. I moistened my parched lips and knocked on the door with trembling hands.
“Come in.”
Kim Hyeon-seok’s low voice came from beyond the door.
I turned the knob slightly, and the door opened without a lock. Stepping inside, a subtle musk scent mingled with the low, classic music.
Kim Hyeon-seok was sitting on the leather sofa opposite the bed, legs crossed. Through his half-sleeve t-shirt, his sharp shoulders and firm chest muscles were clearly visible, and a thin tablet PC rested on his knees.
“You’re here?”
Kim Hyeon-seok didn’t even look at us as he flipped through the tablet screen and said dryly.
“Close the door and both of you come in.”
We entered the room like we were under hypnosis, removing our shoes. The sensation of socks and thin stockings touching the carpet was unnaturally vivid.
“Both of you, take off your clothes. Leave only your underwear.”
Kim Hyeon-seok’s first command was concise and cold, without any extra words.
I swallowed dryly and started unbuttoning my shirt. The tired, ordinary body of a 30-something office worker. In comparison, Kim Hyeon-seok’s body on the sofa was perfectly sculpted. My hands, which removed my shirt and pants and folded them in the corner, trembled with humiliation.
Jeong-hee lowered the zipper of her dress from behind with trembling hands. The H-line dress slid down to the floor with a swish, revealing her glamorous figure in thin black lingerie. Jeong-hee’s breathing quickened, her voluptuous breasts rising and falling.
Kim Hyeon-seok finally set the tablet down and stood from the sofa. His overwhelming physical presence made the air in the room freeze over as he approached.
“From now on, we’ll conduct a physical examination. When I touch a specific area, describe that part in detail. First, each of you say your simple profile: name, age, height, weight, occupation, etc. Starting with Kim Ji-seok.”
“I’m 32 years old, Kim Ji-seok. I work as an office worker at a small-to-medium enterprise. Height 176 cm, weight 73 kg.”
I answered in a stiff posture, drawing on my many interview experiences.
“I’m 31 years old, Choi Jeong-hee. I work as an accountant at a small-to-medium enterprise. Height 163 cm, weight 57 kg…”
Jeong-hee continued in a trembling voice behind me.
After the introductions, Kim Hyeon-seok approached me first. His indifferent, cold gaze swept from my face to my shoulders, my weak chest, my slightly protruding belly, and down to my lower body in square panties. It was a cold, assessing look like rating livestock at a slaughterhouse.
“…You need to manage yourself, hyung. There’s too much of a 30-something office worker’s tired look.”
Kim Hyeon-seok’s low mockery stung my ears. A humiliating feeling as if blood was rising in reverse. But inside my underwear, it had already swollen hideously from that humiliation.
He poked my side flesh with his index finger. I flinched back in embarrassment.
“I really hate it when people ask me to repeat myself. But since it’s the first day, I’ll let it slide once. What did I say, Kim Ji-seok-hyung?”
“Describe the touched body parts.”
“Right. But why didn’t you answer?”
“I’m sorry… I don’t know what to say…”
“Hyung, you know your own body better than I do, don’t you?”
Kim Hyeon-seok added irritably.
“My waist is 34 inches…”
I forced out some words.
“Good.”
Kim Hyeon-seok muttered satisfiedly, then poked the top of my foot.
“Foot size is 270 mm. I had ligament surgery during my military service.”
It came out quickly, as if he’d done it before.
At that moment, Kim Hyeon-seok’s large hand suddenly gripped my genitals firmly over my panties. I twisted my body, trying to back away from the shock and embarrassment.
Crack!
A sharp slap landed mercilessly on my cheek. A ringing sound echoed in my ears.
“Explain.”
Kim Hyeon-seok commanded shortly with a stern expression.
“My, my penis is… 13 cm…”
I was recounting the size of my penis in front of a much younger man, suppressing the pain on my throbbing cheek.
“Take it off.”
“…”
Crack!
When I hesitated to remove the last shred of pride, the panties, without a moment to think, a stronger slap came to the other cheek. My head completely bowed, and the inside of my lips burst, tasting blood. I hurriedly pulled down my panties in a panic of fear and humiliation.
My small, unappealing penis, now fully exposed, was already leaking uncontrollable precum in a steady stream. Kim Hyeon-seok sneered vilely and turned his body, walking towards Choi Jeong-hee.
I followed him with a dazed gaze.
“Frontal gaze.”
A cold word made me hurriedly turn my head and stare fixedly at the white wall in front of me.
Kim Hyeon-seok’s footsteps stopped right in front of Choi Jeong-hee’s nose.
“Well, now it’s your turn, noona.”
It was a strangely gentle and intimate tone, completely different from when he was scolding me.
Kim Hyeon-seok’s fingers reached up, grasped Choi Jeong-hee’s chin, and slowly lifted it. Choi Jeong-hee closed her eyes tightly, breathing heavily.
“Eyes open, noona. Look at me.”
Following Kim Hyeon-seok’s low command, Choi Jeong-hee’s eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes. Kim Hyeon-seok gazed intently at Choi Jeong-hee’s face, then his fingers moved down to her neck, collarbone, and slowly stroked the deep cleavage of her voluptuous breasts above the bra.
“Hah…”
A suppressed moan escaped from Choi Jeong-hee’s lips. The skin his hand touched flushed bright red.
“You need to explain, noona.”
Kim Hyeon-seok’s finger gently pressed on the bra lace and rubbed softly.
“My, my breasts are… 80B cup…”
Choi Jeong-hee answered in a voice struggling to come out.
Kim Hyeon-seok’s hand slid down past her narrow waist to her voluptuous hips.
“My waist is 27 inches… and my hips are 36 inches…”
“Cute body.”
Kim Hyeon-seok tossed out a humiliating word as if evaluating his own possession, and without hesitation, hooked his fingers into Choi Jeong-hee’s black panties band and pulled them down.
“Noona, take off all your underwear too. We both start the same way.”
Swish, the panties fell to the floor along Choi Jeong-hee’s smooth thighs. The bra hooks at her back were roughly unfastened, fully revealing Choi Jeong-hee’s luscious nude in the room.
Kim Hyeon-seok’s gaze was fixed on Choi Jeong-hee’s private area. That place, completely shaved smooth, revealing pink inner flesh, was already glistening wet with transparent fluids.
“Wow, you shaved even the hair? And it’s already overflowing like this.”
Kim Hyeon-seok’s lascivious smile filled the room.
“Noona, why did you prepare so much to be seen by someone? By Kim Ji-seok? Or… me?”
“Have you ever shaved together with noona and hyung?”
“No.”
“Then you both shaved everything just to be seen by a young guy like me? Hehe.”
I could only lower my head and not answer.
Seeing me lower my head, Kim Hyeon-seok asked noona.
“Answer, noona?”
“Ah, um… that’s not it…!”
Choi Jeong-hee’s face flushed red to her ears with shame as she tried to close her legs, but Kim Hyeon-seok kicked her thigh with his firm one, forcing them apart.
My penis, which was supposed to only watch from the front with sidelong glances and rough breathing, was already throbbing as if about to burst.
“The physical examination is done for now. Very satisfying.”
Kim Hyeon-seok stood with hands behind his back and looked down at both of us.
“Both of you, kneel on the floor.”
Without any hesitation, we knelt on the cold carpet.
“Kim Ji-seok.”
Kim Hyeon-seok looked down at my crown and said coldly.
“Both hands behind your back, head bowed. Look only at the floor.”
“…Yes.”
I clasped my hands behind my back and bowed my head so deeply that my forehead touched the floor. My view was only the soft hotel carpet and Kim Hyeon-seok’s black socks.
At that moment, Kim Hyeon-seok’s voice came from right next to me. This time, it was much softer, tenderly moist.
“Noona, lift your head and look at me. And put your hands together in front, resting under your breasts.”
Clear hierarchy separation.
I had to press my nose to the floor, while Choi Jeong-hee was allowed special treatment, head up, eyes locked with Kim Hyeon-seok.
“Noona, spread your knees more. So I can see you well.”
With a creaking sound, Choi Jeong-hee spread her thighs wide.
“Hyung, you’re already excited just from hearing the sound?”
Kim Hyeon-seok’s toes suddenly poked under my chin. From the tip of my penis dangling towards the floor, transparent liquid dripped onto the carpet.
“Seeing your face is interesting. Hyung, you’re going to keep your nose pressed to the floor until the end of today’s play. Understand?”
Humiliation, jealousy, and the uncontrollable pleasure of cuckoldry intertwined, pressing down on my throat.