The Truth (Part 2)
After crying herself out for what feels like hours, she emerges exhausted, dries her damp body, and collapses into bed, pulling the covers over her head right up to her chin. The confrontation that began early in the morning ends just like that.
Cheolsu doesn't dare cross the threshold into the master bedroom. He spends the night wide awake on the living room sofa.
Seoyeon doesn't touch lunch or dinner. She lies motionless on the bed. Her mind swirls with a torrent of thoughts. Tears flow endlessly from the horrific sense of betrayal she feels toward Cheolsu. All the humiliation I endured to protect him... and he was enjoying every bit of it.
Then, another thought creeps in. She recalls the pleasure she felt with Manager Park—how she clung to him, calling him "serbangnim." Wasn't I the one who committed the infidelity?
That realization sparks guilt that slowly overtakes her anger at Cheolsu. Lingering betrayal mixes wildly with this belated remorse inside her. She tosses and turns late into the night, trapped in the whirlwind of chaotic emotions.
Unable to hold back any longer, Cheolsu slips quietly into the master bedroom late at night. He sits cautiously on the edge of the bed, eyeing Seoyeon, who lies utterly still under the covers.
"...Honey... I'm sorry... really... I'm so sorry..."
His heartfelt apology makes her shoulders tremble faintly beneath the blanket. Even though she's the one who strayed, his relentless apologies tip the scales—her guilt crushes the betrayal.
From under the covers, her hand slowly rises toward his face. She peeks out just enough to stroke his cheek with her tear-streaked, ruined face.
"No... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have... It's all my fault..."
Tears burst from Cheolsu's eyes at her words. They cling to each other for a long while, sobbing like children and apologizing over and over.
Then they talk. Seoyeon speaks first, her voice quivering.
"Hic... honey... it all started with... your data leak incident..."
Cheolsu stays silent, waiting for her to continue.
"Manager Park... he used that as an excuse to approach me. He threatened that you'd caused a massive screw-up... that you'd have to shoulder responsibility you couldn't handle..."
"At first... I thought I'd just have to butter up the executives a bit, put in a good word for you, and it'd be done. That's why I went to that drinking party... But there... I went through something truly humiliating. Still, I told myself it was okay if it saved you..."
She trembles as she recalls those past events.
"But... that bastard Manager Park filmed everything. He used those videos to keep summoning me... If I refused, he'd send them all to you, post them online... He even brought up my old idol days, my stage name Ciel, to blackmail me. I... I had no choice, honey... I'm sorry... hic... I'm really sorry..."
She pours out the story from the victim's perspective, unable to mention the pleasure she'd felt from Park. Cheolsu pulls her even tighter into his embrace. In this fragile reconciliation, they desperately piece together their shattered trust.
They share all the words they'd bottled up, the secrets they'd hidden. Through the conversation, they ease some of the tension from their precarious daily life.
Lying side by side in bed, as they chat about this and that, Cheolsu ventures a careful question.
"...Honey... so... the things you said when you were with Manager Park... were they... for real?"
His voice shakes. The sound of his wife wailing "Serbangnim's cock tastes so much better" haunts his mind.
Seoyeon's body stiffens at the question. She's flustered. What do I say? She's about to insist it was all lies, just humiliating words spat to survive.
Then she feels something hard and hot pressing against her thigh. Cheolsu's cock, stiff as a board where he lies beside her.
She turns to face him and whispers in his ear.
"What if they were real...?"
"N-no! That's not what I—!"
Cheolsu stammers in panic, but Seoyeon ignores him. She slips her hand under the covers and grips his rigid cock tight.
"Then... why's this suddenly so rock-hard?"
She strokes it gently up and down. Rough breaths escape Cheolsu's lips.
"Hah... s-sorry... I shouldn't... but just imagining it... gets me so excited... I'm sorry, I'm such a pervert..."
Seoyeon gives him a wry smile. Then she begins revealing the "truth" he'd craved.
"His... it's really huge... Nothing like yours... not even comparable..."
Her voice is low, sticky. She pumps him faster as she continues.
"The first time it entered me... I thought my body would split in two. So big... so hot... it felt like my insides were melting. The surface... thick veins writhing like earthworms... every time they scraped my walls... it tickled, drove me insane..."
She closes her eyes, reliving the sensation.
"The head... mushroom-shaped and massive... when it pushed deepest, pressing my womb... it hurt, but... it felt so good in this weird way. Something I'd never felt with you... that fullness... like my belly would burst..."
Cheolsu is all but lost now, gasping wildly. Seoyeon's hand speeds up.
"That's why... I screamed like that. Because his cock... it's on another level from yours... so much better!"
The moment her final words land, Cheolsu's body convulses. He can't hold back—he spills everything into his wife's hand.
Seoyeon silently wipes her hand clean with a tissue. She lets out a deep sigh.
"Sigh..."
Gazing at Cheolsu, still panting in afterglow, her exhausted face hardens with resolve.
"There won't be any more of that with Manager Park."
With that, she lies back and closes her eyes.
"Good night."
The next morning, Cheolsu heads to work as if nothing happened. Left alone, Seoyeon slumps onto the living room sofa.
No more seeing Manager Park.
She'd boasted it to her husband last night, but it rang hollow. All those photos and videos on his phone. If he wanted, he could drag her back to hell anytime.
What do I do? Her head throbs.
Days pass like that. Contrary to her worries, no word from Manager Park. Their life seems to return to normal after the storm.
But everything has changed—especially their most intimate moments.
Now, when Cheolsu and Seoyeon fool around, a new ritual emerges. She confesses the details of her encounters with Manager Park in vivid detail while stroking him off. At first, shame and guilt make her shudder. But hearing his excited gasps and seeing his flushed face, she begins to feel a strange pleasure—a perverse power—in the act.
One night, as they lie in bed and Cheolsu starts groping her, Seoyeon gently pushes his hand away. She reaches for his cock instead.
"Tonight... I'll tell you about that day I sucked his like a dog."
Cheolsu's breathing roughens. Seoyeon squeezes lotion into her palm and wraps her soft hand around him.
"At first... I was so scared... I bared my teeth, resisted... but he grabbed my hair and forced it in... ngh..."
Recalling that day, she grips him root-deep, then slides up to the tip—like her mouth swallowing and releasing him.
"Every time my tongue lapped his head... he groaned... 'Fuck... you slut... suck harder...'"
Her fingers circle the ridge under his glans, teasing like a tongue. Cheolsu trembles, clutching the sheets.
"I sucked him forever... then he came... all in my mouth... that hot, fishy load sliding down my throat... ah..."
Her strokes hit their peak. As her explicit confession ends, Cheolsu groans and unloads into her hand.
Another night. When Cheolsu wants her again, Seoyeon slicks lotion on him like routine.
"Tonight... the day he called me to his officetel... made me inspect his cock up close, smell it, taste it, and describe it."
She whispers. Cheolsu answers with heavy breaths.
"I had to say... 'The cock... it's covered in writhing veins like earthworms... so hot and hard when I touch it...'"
Her fingertips trace his shaft slowly, as if feeling those veins.
"The smell... 'Musky and fishy... like an old stud's stench. Makes me want to puke, but... it heats my belly...'"
She pumps faster, bringing it to her nose. She inhales deeply, as if savoring it. Cheolsu loses his mind.
"The taste... 'Salty... sour... mixes with my spit into this fishy sweetness. I want to swallow it all...' That's what I said... while sucking him."
The instant she finishes, he cums in her hand again.
Yet another night, Seoyeon grows bolder.
"Know what he said... pounding me from behind like a beast?"
Her hand already jerks him roughly.
"He goes... 'Look at this fucking ass. Half the guys in Korea must've jerked off to this slut's hips.'"
Cheolsu's eyes roll back. Seoyeon's strokes turn fast and violent, mimicking Park's thrusts.
"And I replied? 'Yes...! Hngaaah! Ruin my filthy pussy with that massive cock!' I shook my hips like crazy..."
She tenses her wrist, pistoning her hand furiously.
"Then he yelled... 'Scream louder, you whore!' And I... I wailed... 'I love you! I'm your amche!'"
Her frenzied strokes and humiliating words send Cheolsu into an explosive orgasm like never before—a screaming, shuddering release.
These degrading confessions and handjobs become a staple of their sex life. Seoyeon definitely feels a twisted thrill in the perversion. But that's where it ends.
After the steamy foreplay, when they finally fuck, her body goes cold as ice. His ordinary, small cock can never measure up to the monstrous one etched in her memory. She fakes moans and writhes out of duty, feeling nothing.
Each time, as Cheolsu drifts off satisfied, Seoyeon stares at his back, her unquenched thirst gnawing at her. She waits until he's deep asleep, then slips into the bathroom and locks the door.
With the shower running, she pleasures herself, barely sating her hunger in the repeating nights.