Party Invitation
Taejun lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
The clock read 11:47 p.m.
“Ah… hh…”
His wife straddled him.
Arin’s small, dry moans reached his ears.
Apparently dissatisfied with her movements, he slowly took over with his own hips, pushing deeper into her.
“Haa…”
The familiar sensation.
The same rhythm he had repeated dozens of times over eight years.
“It… hurts a little…”
Arin murmured with her eyes closed.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Taejun ignored her words, clenched his teeth, and thrust a little harder.
Slick—
“Ah…! I said it hurts.”
Yet Arin’s body remained as dry as a withered branch.
She had always been like this.
Lights fully off, and oral was absolutely forbidden.
“It’s dirty” had become her constant refrain.
Taejun eased his 18.5-centimeter cock out of her just enough to look at it.
Gleaming with her sparse juices and curving slightly left, it still rubbed her insides with precise friction, yet she showed no real reaction.
If it were another woman… would it be different? Am I just bad at this?
The thought drifted through his mind even as his hips kept moving without pause.
Then his wife’s voice scattered it completely.
“Ahh… Taejun… hurry up… I’m tired…”
Boredom soaked every word.
“Ah… yeah… I’m coming.”
Brrt—spurt—
In the end he finished inside her after barely ten minutes.
The same formal, mechanical conclusion as always.
He hadn’t been satisfied, but he still patted her back and asked,
“How… was it today?”
Arin pulled the blanket up over herself.
“Just… the same as usual.”
Taejun stared at the ceiling in silence.
So this is marriage.
He slipped into memory.
Eight years earlier, the day of the university festival.
“Taejun! Will you buy me cotton candy over there?”
Twenty-something Arin had laughed brightly and tugged his arm.
Long brown hair fluttered in the wind.
Back then a simple kiss could turn her face scarlet; she had been shy and utterly adorable.
Three years into dating.
“Taejun… it’s my first time… will you go slow for me?”
She had looked up at him, trembling on the bed.
He held her as gently as he could.
She reached her first climax and raked her nails down his back.
“I love you… Taejun…”
First year of marriage.
Honeymoon in Bali.
They made love every night with the ocean as their backdrop.
Embarrassed yet eager, she welcomed him completely.
But from the second year things began to change, little by little.
“I’m a bit tired today…”
“Can you turn the lights off?”
“That… feels dirty…”
At first the shifts were small.
Taejun worked later and later; Arin grew busier with her freelance design work.
By the third year of marriage, sex had become little more than a formal routine.
In bed Arin turned completely inward, refusing almost everything.
Oral was non-negotiable; if he tried to touch her with his mouth or fingers she twisted away.
Lights were the worst of all.
“It’s too embarrassing with them on…”
It wasn’t as if she had gained weight or lost her looks.
Her body was still beautiful—
firm breasts, a narrow waist, long, smooth legs.
Even now men on the street turned to stare at her face and figure, yet her own husband could never truly enjoy that beauty in their bed.
Taejun endured.
We’re married… I should understand.
But the more he tried to understand, the deeper desire gnawed at him.
The following evening.
Taejun came home from work, sank onto the sofa, and cracked open a beer.
Arin sat at her laptop, working on a design.
She wore comfortable loungewear—short dolphin shorts that rode up to mid-thigh.
In her seated posture the elastic fabric framed her firm thighs and the soft curve of her hips with quiet provocation.
The thin cotton clung to her skin so that every small shift made the soft lines of her body sway.
Above it she wore a loose crop top; whenever she leaned forward, a strip of smooth waist appeared.
Taejun took a swallow of beer and watched her back.
Still beautiful.
Before marriage or after, she was the kind of wife who turned heads on the street.
Looking at her, he thought,
I want to fuck Arin properly, messily. I want to see her sucking my cock…
Just the fantasy made him heavy between the legs.
He shook the thought away when he remembered what he needed to tell her.
“Honey, Minhyeok’s throwing a party this Friday. Couples only. Want to go out for once? We’ve been stuck at home forever.”
Arin paused mid-keystroke and looked up.
The short shorts let her thighs fall naturally apart; the soft flesh pressed together just enough to look even more inviting.
“Minhyeok? That playboy? I’d rather not…”
“Come on, let’s get some air once in a while. We’ve been cooped up too long.”
She sighed and nodded.
“…Fine. But we leave early.”
When she turned back to the screen the brief hem of the shorts grew even more conspicuous.
Taejun stared for a second longer, then crushed the beer can in his fist.
Friday night.
Taejun and Arin sat in a taxi heading toward a luxury villa in Gangnam.
Before they left, Taejun had shown her the message Minhyeok had sent with clear emphasis:
Arin had frowned hard.
“Ugh… seriously… I don’t even own a party dress…”
In the end she had forced herself into the only thing that came close: a black slip dress that ended just above the knee.
It revealed a subtle line of cleavage and hugged her waist so that her firm figure showed clearly; her long, elegant legs stretched beneath the hem.
Taejun nearly forgot how to breathe when he saw her.
His wife dressed up properly after so long was almost painfully beautiful.
“Wow… you look incredible.”
He reached to slip an arm around her waist, but she twisted away at once.
“Don’t. This dress is already uncomfortable. It’s so tight I can barely move.”
Her voice was flat and irritated.
Taejun gave a bitter smile and withdrew his hand.
They arrived at the villa.
A thirty-story penthouse, the exterior pure luxury.
Against the night sky brilliant lights glittered; laughter spilled through the glass walls.
Arin tilted her head back and murmured,
“…Is this really the place? Minhyeok throws parties somewhere like this?”
Taejun nodded, equally stunned.
“First time for me too… the scale is ridiculous.”
They took each other’s hands and stepped into the elevator.
Every time the dress hem swayed, a flash of smooth leg appeared.
The moment the doors opened on the thirtieth floor, light, music, and laughter crashed over them all at once.
Doom-chit, doom-chit, doom-chit—
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The party was overwhelming.
Floor-to-ceiling glass, a towering champagne fountain sparkling at the center, polished house music pouring from the DJ booth.
Men and women in expensive suits and dresses laughed and clinked glasses.
It felt less like a casual gathering and more like a high-society networking event for Gangnam’s elite.
Taejun gently rested a hand on Arin’s waist and guided her inside.
She kept tugging at the hem of the too-tight dress.
Spotting Minhyeok, Taejun raised a hand.
“Long time no see, Taejun!”
Minhyeok strode over with a bright grin.
One hundred eighty-two centimeters of sharp features, black slacks and a white shirt cut to perfection—playboy elegance through and through.
He took Arin’s hand with a sly smile and brushed a light kiss across her knuckles.
“Arin, too! Wow, you’ve gotten even prettier. That dress looks amazing on you. Total goddess tonight.”
His wife Jieun swept in and pulled Arin into a warm hug.
Jieun wore a tight beige slip dress that clung to every curve.
Unlike Arin, Minhyeok’s wife was pure glamour: a plunging neckline that put her full D-cups on display, fabric that traced the line from waist to hip without mercy.
The hem stopped mid-thigh; every step flashed smooth, long legs.
“Arin! It’s been forever~ You look so good I almost didn’t recognize you! How’s the design work going these days?”
Jieun was older; the two had known each other for years, chatting casually on KakaoTalk about design jobs and treating each other with easy familiarity.
Arin smiled faintly inside the embrace.
“Jieun unni, you’re exactly the same. That dress is… really bold.”
“Hehe, it’s a special night, after all.”
Jieun’s eyes glittered with quiet meaning.
The four of them settled on a sofa and talked about ordinary things—work, recent dramas, Minhyeok’s promotion, Arin’s freelance projects.
A few drinks later the atmosphere loosened.
Then Minhyeok tapped Taejun’s shoulder.
“Hey, Taejun. Let’s grab more whiskey. Bar’s this way.”
The two men left their wives and headed over.
At the bar, face already a little flushed, Minhyeok poured and tapped Taejun again.
“So, Taejun. Be honest—how’s married life these days? You’ve been together a while… still burning hot?
And Arin… sorry, but looking at her… damn. She’s no joke.”
As he spoke his gaze drifted toward the sofa where Arin sat.
The black slip dress made her firm C-cup breasts, narrow waist, and endless legs impossible to ignore.
Every time the hem rode up a fraction, men’s eyes across the room locked on her thighs.
Taejun offered a wry smile.
“Eh… ordinary, I guess. What about you…? Still good?”
Minhyeok laughed low and tipped his glass.
This time his eyes lingered on his own wife’s deep cleavage and full hips.
“Me? Yeah… good. Especially after parties like this. She gets even more enthusiastic.”
He gave Taejun’s arm a playful punch, but the look in his eyes stayed sharp and knowing.
Alcohol thick in his voice, Minhyeok leaned in and whispered,
“Want to see something interesting? There’s a really special space here.
Our private little party floor… go down once and I promise you won’t regret it.”
“Uh… isn’t this already the party? I don’t mind, but Arin’s probably not going to want to…”
“Don’t worry about that. Come on.”
They returned to the sofa.
Minhyeok shot Jieun a loaded glance; she smiled with quiet heat and immediately moved to Arin’s side.
Taking Arin’s hand gently, she murmured,
“Arin, want to check out somewhere fun with me? You’ll like it. I’ve been dying to go with you.”
Her voice was warm, sisterly, and just a little seductive.
Inside the beige dress her full breasts shifted with the smallest motion.
Arin looked startled.
“Somewhere fun? Not here?”
Jieun only smiled and squeezed her hand tighter.
“Mm. There’s a special room. You’ll understand when you see it. I think you two will really enjoy it.”
Arin glanced at Taejun with uneasy eyes.
The black slip dress fluttered nervously around her legs.
But Taejun’s face already glowed with curiosity; anticipation lit his gaze.
Minhyeok laughed.
“All right then—shall the four of us head down? Something special is waiting.”
They moved toward a quiet corner of the venue.
The bright lights and music faded behind them; a staircase bathed in soft red glow appeared.
Arin clutched Taejun’s arm.
“Taejun… are we really going down there? I feel… uneasy.”
He stroked her hand soothingly.
“Minhyeok says it’s special… let’s just take a look. What could happen?”
With every step the air grew heavier.
At the end of the long corridor under the red lights, a black door waited.
Following Minhyeok, they stepped through—and an entirely different world opened before them.