First Dish: Sister-in-law Jieun 01 - Packed Elevator
Snow that had begun falling around lunchtime piled up with terrifying speed.
In the corner of his office monitor, the messenger window with his sister-in-law Jieun kept blinking without pause.
Not long after the exchange, the company speakers crackled to life. Due to the heavy snow, all employees were ordered to leave early.
The office buzzed with sudden energy, and Jinwoo gathered his things and hurried out into the corridor. Waiting in front of the elevators, he spotted his sister-in-law far down the hall, chatting with a male coworker as she approached.
"Ah, there you are, Nunim."
He raised a hand. She quickly said goodbye to the man beside her and came trotting over with short, quick steps.
Long brown hair, long eyelashes, and a glamorous figure that even her blouse couldn't hide—her full curves made her slender waist look even more dramatic. She lived buried in work and barely dated, yet Jieun was the kind of beauty who turned heads wherever she went. The coworker who'd been hovering around her just moments earlier was almost certainly another of her many silent admirers.
"Ugh, it's already piled up this much? Hope we can make it home okay..."
Gazing out through the hallway's glass wall, Jieun drew her coat tighter and hunched her shoulders slightly. Whether from the cold or something else, her eyes trembled ever so faintly.
Last winter—exactly a year ago—a stalker had broken into the apartment where she lived alone and nearly assaulted her. The day Jinwoo and his wife had rushed to the police station after hearing the news, it had been snowing just like this.
The incident report the officers handed them had been grim. The man had somehow learned her door-lock code long before and had been slipping into her place like it was his own. While she was out he rifled through her drawers, stole her underwear, and got off on it. Eventually he escalated, following her, shadowing her every morning commute, and using the crush of the subway to grope her and grind against her body.
In the end he had forced his way into her home, but her screams brought the police, who caught him. Standing before that insane bastard screaming, "You liked me too! You just stood there!" Jinwoo had felt a wrenching pity for Jieun, who sat trembling with her head bowed in the witness seat.
At his suggestion she gave up living alone and moved in with him and his wife. Since they worked in the same company and the same team, carpooling became the natural way they commuted together.
For a while she had always looked on edge, flinching at every little thing, but Jinwoo's easy banter and his wife's efforts had gradually brought back her old brightness. The falling snow, though, seemed to have dragged last winter's nightmare back to the surface.
Wanting to lighten the darkening mood, he tossed out a joke.
"Right? By the way, was that guy just now another one of the ones who chase after you? Who did you bewitch with that coy act this time, haha?"
"No, it wasn't like that! We were just... just talking about work. Jebu, you always say the weirdest things."
At his teasing, color rose in her cheeks and she pouted. Then she stepped right up beside him and jabbed her elbow into his side.
"I just... really want to get home, eat something warm, and rest."
"Same here... but to get home, we have to get on this elevator first, don't we?"
The moment the announcement went out, every employee in the building poured into the corridors, and the elevator lobby was already a sea of people.
Ding—
When the doors opened, the press of bodies from behind shoved everyone inside in a rush. Jinwoo and Jieun were swept all the way to the far corner of the car. Too many people had crammed in; the overload warning was just about to sound when the doors finally shut.
"Ugh..."
A soft, pained sound escaped Jieun amid the crush. Jinwoo braced one hand against the wall, locking his arm, and with the other gently gathered her close. At the sudden contact her body went rigid for an instant, then relaxed once she realized it was him.
"You okay?"
"Uh... yeah..."
With his chest supporting her back, she lowered her head in shy embarrassment.
Her brother-in-law's gentle care made Jieun's heart hammer. When her younger sister Jihye—only two years her junior—had announced right after college that she was getting married and first introduced him, Jieun had thought her sister had chosen well. Both sisters had a soft spot for considerate younger men, and Jinwoo had always been kind even to his wife's older sister. When, after the stalker incident, he had suggested they live together despite the inconvenience, she had been endlessly grateful and reassured.
He's only this warm because I'm his sister-in-law, right?
He was always cool toward other female employees, which only reinforced the thought. She felt the sudden need to say something, anything.
"I didn't realize our company had this many people... I can't even move..."
The packed elevator began its slow descent. Over the surrounding noise, Jinwoo leaned in close to her ear and whispered.
"Everyone must be in a real hurry."
Whether from his voice or his breath, goosebumps visibly prickled along the pale nape of her neck. In the next jostle his body pressed fully against the thin back of her coat before easing away. He thought he could feel the rapid beat of her heart.
"Uh... yeah. Everyone does look frantic... With this many people it's getting really hot..."
What he could glimpse of her cheek was flushed as if it might burst.
That was the exact moment.
Clunk—!!
As they passed the fourth floor the elevator lurched with a violent roar; the lights died and the car stopped dead. Instant darkness brought screams and a swell of panicked voices.
"Oh my god! Wh-what? What's going on...? Jebu, why did the elevator stop?"
Terror-stricken, Jieun clung desperately to his arm. In the dark she groped for his warmth and hung on; he had no choice but to hold her more tightly.
His heart was pounding like mad. He couldn't tell whether the tremor came from the soft breasts pressed against his arm or from the broken elevator itself.
"Ugh, too many people must've overloaded it. Everyone stay calm! Somebody hit the call button!"
His raised voice steadied the others; someone pressed the intercom. A security guard's voice came through the speaker: technicians were already working on it and it would take about fifteen minutes.
Sighs of relief rose from every direction, but Jinwoo's own situation was far from reassuring.
"Fifteen minutes... that's pretty long. Still, good to know..."
Jieun let out a long breath of relief, her entire body now leaning into his chest. But the arm he had been using to shield her in the crush was reaching its limit. The trembling strength finally gave way.
The press of the crowded elevator shoved them hard from behind.
Slick—
Through the friction of her thick coat, his cock nestled firmly against her full, soft ass.
"Kyaah...! J-Jebu...?"
Her startled voice brushed his ear, but he couldn't pull away. Any clumsy movement would only make it look like he was deliberately grinding his cock against her rear.
Trapped. No way forward, no way back.
Throb—
Having tasted that softness, his cock rose without a shred of tact, lifting its head.
"Hup...!"
Jieun's breathing turned ragged in an instant. She had clearly felt the blatant presence pressed against her ass.
The sweet scent of her shampoo from the crown of her head stabbed into his nose. Through the gap of her coat he could just make out her blouse, the unbuttoned collar revealing the line of her collarbone and the swell of her breasts that seized his gaze. He squeezed his eyes shut to cut off the sight, but it was already too late. Whether from the breasts still pressed to his arm or pure memory, the image burned behind his lids.
He tried humming the national anthem; still the cock stabbing into her ass kept rising, merciless. He fought with everything he had not to trigger her trauma—yet the body's response, once begun, would not stop.
In the end he confessed honestly against her ear.
"Uh... Nunim. Being pressed this close... I think I'm about to make a mistake with you. Haha... but this really isn't any weird intention—it's just an unavoidable physiological reaction... so please don't misunderstand, okay?"
"Ah... n-no, Jebu, what are you even saying...?"
Startled by his words she twisted and squirmed. Exactly as he had feared, her movements only made things worse.
"Hup..."
Her ass ground down on his cock without mercy, and the breasts against his arm swayed. Against his will, blood rushed south and he swelled even harder.
"Nunim, stop... please stop..."
He hissed it as quietly as he could so no one else would hear, but it was already too late. Realizing she had only made it worse, Jieun hung her head, face burning red.
"I-I... I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, Jebu."
At the vivid sensation of that hard length prodding her soft flesh, her body gave a fine tremor.
Thump-thump.
Her quickened heartbeat traveled through the breasts pressed to him. She, too, would be feeling every throb of his fully hardened cock against her.
As the minutes stretched, he could have sworn a faint, intimate scent of arousal had begun to mingle with the sweet shampoo.