The Audience
Around 4 p.m., as quitting time draws near, Director Park rises from his seat and approaches Cheolsu. He slaps Cheolsu's shoulder familiarly, his face beaming with satisfaction.
"Thanks to you, Proxy Kim, I had a delicious lunch. I could feel Seoyeon's devotion in every bite. No, this won't do. I have to give her a reward."
"...Pardon?"
Cheolsu looks up at him with uneasy eyes. Director Park continues as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
"Tonight, I'll come to your place for dinner. Her cooking is just too good."
"Our... house?"
Cheolsu stammers in confusion. Director Park savors his reaction, patting and rubbing the front of his pants—right over his cock. Then he pulls out his phone and shoves the screen in Cheolsu's face.
On it is the "lunch report" photo Seoyeon sent during lunchtime: her naked, legs spread wide, with Cheolsu's pathetic lunchbox perched atop her pussy.
Cheolsu can't breathe.
Director Park leans in close to his ear, whispering slyly. "Seoyeon says... she'll serve her body as the reward tonight. You should taste it too, right?" He grins wickedly. "Let's head to your place together~"
With less than an hour left until quitting time, Director Park suddenly appears at Cheolsu's desk clutching a thick stack of documents.
"Ah, Proxy Kim. This is urgent—I forgot about it. Could you digitize all these files by today?"
The other office workers overhear. Cheolsu panics.
"All of... these... by end of day?"
"Sorry about this. I've been so busy. It's not too much, though—a quick hour of overtime and you'll be done."
Director Park says it loud enough for everyone, his tone dripping false apology. Cheolsu whispers so only he can hear. "...Didn't you say... you'd come to my house tonight...?"
Director Park smirks and replies loudly. "Don't worry about that! I'll just head out first!"
The colleagues glance over curiously but breathe a sigh of relief—overtime's not on them—and pretend not to notice.
Quitting time finally arrives. Director Park sends the others home with a generous "Good work, head out ahead of me."
Now the office holds only Cheolsu, grinding through overtime, and Director Park, still at his desk. Right on the dot, Park stands, approaches, and pats Cheolsu's shoulder.
"I'll go on ahead. Finish up and come home. Don't be too late."
As he speaks, he pulls out his phone and dials ostentatiously. His voice echoes through the empty office.
"Hey, Seoyeon. It's me. Heading to your place tonight~ Oh, your husband? Still working. I gave him some tasks, so it'll take a while. Thanks to that, we have plenty of time before dinner... to do whatever. Wash up and wait. Your serbangnim needs to taste that clean body of yours first."
With that, Director Park strolls out leisurely. Left alone, Cheolsu stares blankly at the mountain of papers piled on his desk. His hands tremble so badly he can barely type.
Right now, in his own home, his wife is receiving some kind of "reward" from another man... He forces himself to focus, desperate to finish and rush home.
An hour passes. Maybe two. Cheolsu hammers the keyboard like a madman, oblivious to time. Cold sweat soaks his back, but he can't stop. He has to get home now. He has to see it with his own eyes.
Finally, he inputs the last character of the last document and bounces from his chair. No time for his jacket—he bolts from the empty office.
The trip home is hell. Every second waiting for the bus stretches into eternity. His mind swirls with images of his wife and Director Park.
At the front door, his feet turn to stone. Beyond that door lies a nightmare he doesn't want to imagine. He hesitates, hand hovering over the knob.
But he can't turn back. Trembling, he punches in the door code. Beep, beep, beep, beep...
The lock clicks open. But the familiar home scent doesn't waft out. Instead...
Smack, slurp, schluuuurp... Sticky, wet sounds of tongues and saliva entwining.
Cheolsu freezes.
On the living room sofa, Director Park and Seoyeon devour each other. He's reclined deep into the cushions; she's straddling his thigh. Her blouse buttons are half-undone, bra peeking out precariously; her skirt's hiked to her waist, exposing pale thighs.
It's no mere kiss. It's feral, beastly rutting—devouring each other whole. His thick, rough lips mash her plump red ones; his tongue invades her mouth like it owns the place, a living thing slithering in and out.
"Hmmph, slurp, slurp..." He nibbles and sucks her lower lip with his teeth. Seoyeon moans in ecstasy, wrapping her tongue around his, probing deep to his root, licking every tender inch inside.
His massive hand roams her back and waist, then clamps her plump ass hard. He kneads it like dough—twisting, squeezing, groping. Each time his fingers dig into her crack, her back arches like a bow.
Just then, Seoyeon's eyes meet Cheolsu's at the door. But she doesn't flinch. Without breaking the kiss, she greets him through mangled, tongue-tangled words.
"Mmmph... you're... home...? Cheolsu... honey...?"
She doesn't pull away after. If anything, knowing he's watching excites her more. She wraps her arms around Park's neck, locking him in, kissing deeper. His tongue spears toward her throat; she accepts with a nasal "Nngh..." Unswallowed saliva dribbles from their lips, wetting her chin.
She breaks for a moment, mocking him clearer now but still slurred. "Work... done... already...? Mmm..."
Then she dives back in, fiercer, sucking his lips hungrily.
Cheolsu just stares blankly at the white, sticky trail trickling down his wife's thigh.
After an eternity, their lips part. Director Park strokes her flushed cheek with a satisfied smile as she pants atop his thigh. Then, as if just noticing him, he nods toward Cheolsu at the door.
"The audience is here. Time for a special show."
He stands her up, positions himself behind, and pulls her back against his chest.
"Jump."
Seoyeon gets it instantly and hops lightly. As she does, he bends, slides his rigid forearms under her thighs, and straightens—hoisting her like a chair, her ass snug against his gut, legs splayed shoulder-width on his arms.
Everything exposed, perfectly, for Cheolsu to see.
"How's it feel, you bitch? Feet off the ground, just waiting to get impaled. Your body's made only to take my cock."
He growls in her ear and rams his massive shaft into her pussy.
"Haaaaanggg!"
Seoyeon's scream rips out, near agony. Legs pinned, she can't squirm or grab anything—just float helpless as he pierces her depths.
He thrusts like a beast, hoisting her. Not simple pumps—he spins in place, grinding her insides like a millstone. Her body shakes airborne; centrifugal force drives him deeper.
Gulp, squelch, smack! Flesh slaps, juices splash, assaulting Cheolsu's ears.
"Yes...! Serbangnim... mmph... my body's... floating...! Dangling... from your cock... aaang!"
Seoyeon wails in pleasure and shame. He nips her nape, slamming up harder. Now he prowls the living room, carrying her everywhere.
"You fucking slut! Love getting your pussy spread wide in front of your husband? Show him how much your cunt adores my cock!"
He bounces her ass on his arms. Each rebound on his shaft unleashes ecstatic screams.
"Yes, serbangnim! My pussy... loves your cock so much... it's dancing on its own! All my flesh... jiggles for you... ah! Ah!"
"That's right! Your cunt's my personal cock-toilet now! I'll flood it with my cum right in front of your husband!"
With a bestial roar, he nears climax. Still thrusting, he gasps the order.
"Turn your head, bitch! Kiss your serbangnim!"
Hanging midair, she twists her neck near-breaking. Eyes glazed in bliss, she stretches her tongue out. He leans down; their tongues clash awkwardly, fiercely. He sucks and bites hers as his cock spasms inside, erupting hot seed deep into her womb like a torrent.
Seoyeon shatters in dual climax from tongue and cock, losing consciousness.
When it's over, he lowers his arms. She slides down like a ragdoll, collapsing at her husband's feet, gasping on the cold floor.
Director Park surveys the mess—her ruined clothes, sprawled body—with deep satisfaction. He grabs his jacket, pats frozen Cheolsu's shoulder chummily, and exits like nothing happened.
SLAM.