The Trip (2)
Sun Kim was a C-class hero.
C-class was hardly a lofty rank, but his income still ran dozens of times higher than an ordinary person's, and women gravitated to him as a matter of course. He used that gravity the way some men use a revolving door — cycling through them at his leisure. The tweets were just another lure, a way of catching a woman's eye.
Then, through those tweets, he met her.
Choi Min-seo. A woman who had reached out over Twitter.
When the nude photos arrived, he clicked his tongue in genuine awe. A body more beautiful than any woman he had ever been with. His gaze went straight to those explosive breasts. She was married, yes — but he had been with plenty of married women. It didn't trouble him in the slightest.
I'll just see her a few times, fuck her, and that'll be that.
That was what Sun Kim thought.
But every time he met her, every time their bodies tangled together, that thought began to come apart. He had always spent his weekends rotating through a roster of women. Then the frequency started dropping. Then the other women stopped hearing from him altogether.
Everyone except Choi Min-seo.
I want her for myself.
The longer it went on, the greedier he became. He didn't want to just fuck her and have his fun. He wanted her to be his woman — truly his. He wanted to put the debauched life down, focus on her, and build something that lasted.
But she was a married woman with a husband. Worse, he knew exactly how deeply she loved that husband. She was the kind of woman who would offer up her own heart if the man asked for it.
If only that kind of devotion were pointed at me. Isn't there some way?
He was still turning it over when the Hero Association contacted him. No — "contacted" was the wrong word. It was a notification. An order. They were sending him to the Philippines on assignment, and they hadn't even bothered to say how long he would be gone.
It was exile, for all intents and purposes.
South Korea was considered a hero superpower in its own right. It fielded several S-class heroes, and White Rabbit in particular was regarded as one of the finest S-class heroes in the world. For a nation like that, dispatching heroes to support other countries was a matter of national image. Of course, they never sent the popular ones — the well-regarded heroes who actually did their jobs. They sent the ones who had caused too many incidents, the ones with rotten public images, the ones whose abilities came up short. The heroes themselves called it exile.
And now Sun Kim had drawn that particular short straw. His abilities weren't the problem. His reputation as a womanizer and his hair-trigger temper had landed him in one mess after another.
Up until recently, I wouldn't have cared about being shipped off.
Even if they exiled him to another country, he could just enjoy the women there. That was how he had thought about it — not even that long ago. Meeting Choi Min-seo had changed everything.
I don't want to be apart from her. I want to stay by her side.
But there was no way. He couldn't exactly take a married woman with him to the Philippines. He had even tried something close to a confession, just in case. She had shaken her head, of course. There was no turning a heart that loved its husband that much.
I don't know who you are, but you lucky bastard.
Sun Kim was genuinely envious of Lee Jun — the man who held Choi Min-seo's heart. In his entire life, he had never met a woman this sincere. And so, before he left, Sun Kim decided to make one last desperate play.
"Come on a trip with me. Your husband would have to give permission, of course."
Choi Min-seo hesitated, naturally. Even if her husband had a cuckold fetish, a three-night, four-day trip with another man was a lot to swallow. But Sun Kim hadn't brought this up on a whim. He already understood Lee Jun's fetish down to the bone.
"If he refuses, tell your husband this."
"For three nights and four days, you won't be a sex partner. You'll be my complete slave, and I'll work you like one. Your pussy, your tits — all of it will belong to me. And of course I won't be using a condom. Raw creampies. Tell your husband that."
Choi Min-seo tilted her head, uncomprehending. Wouldn't that just make him refuse to let her go?
That day, after parting ways with Sun Kim, she went home and relayed exactly what he had said. And that was when she understood just how severe her husband's cuckold fetish truly was.
"If that's what you want, you can go."
At Lee Jun's answer, Choi Min-seo said nothing. She simply packed her passport and waved it in front of him.
When the message came that Lee Jun had given his permission, Sun Kim smiled. Then he looked down at the phone, the call already dead, and muttered to himself.
The way he said it — so quietly — looked extremely dangerous.
"Alright, I'm heading out."
"Y-yeah. Be careful."
How many times had he watched Choi Min-seo leave the house alone to meet Sun Kim? Every time this scene played out, his cock went rock-hard, twitching with naked hunger. Even a single overnight stay had been enough to do that to him. And now she was holding a travel suitcase.
Three nights and four days.
Lee Jun felt it in his gut — those three nights and four days were going to stretch on forever.
An hour after she left, a photo arrived by text.
"…Come to think of it, this was her first vacation in a long time."
S-class heroes were extraordinarily busy people. Whenever a terrorist attack happened anywhere in South Korea, they were the ones who had to get there first and put it down. And a hero like Choi Min-seo — who could fly, and therefore had unmatched mobility — had an even wider stretch of ground to cover. Which meant it had been a very long time since she had gotten any vacation at all.
And she was spending that hard-won leave going off to have sex with another man.
How humiliating. How thrilling.
"This isn't the time."
Lee Jun's hand had drifted toward his pants without him realizing. He snapped himself out of it. She had only just arrived at the airport. If he got this worked up and jerked off already, there was no way he would last three nights and four days.
"Haa. Maybe I should clean first."
He had cleaned every time Choi Min-seo went to meet Sun Kim, and the house almost seemed to glow for it. Even at a glance, there wasn't a speck of dust on the windowsills — but then, the point had never been a clean house. The point was the cleaning itself.
When he finished, he picked up his phone and checked the time. She had taken a direct flight to the Philippines, so she should have been arriving around now. As if to prove it, another photo came in.
"Wow. Maybe I should've gone with her…"
It wasn't the trip he envied. He just wanted to be there with Choi Min-seo, smiling that brightly. He thought that as he scrolled down — and then his face went rigid.
"…Haa. Get a grip."
The cleaning was done. Time to throw himself into something else. His work was compiling the various streams of information circulating through the Hero Association. This wasn't something the Association had assigned him. It was something Lee Jun did on his own. Even Choi Min-seo didn't know about it.
S-class heroes are always in an unfair position.
S-class heroes were respected by everyone — and they were also in the most dangerous line of work there was. So he gathered as much information as he could, just in case Choi Min-seo was ever treated unfairly. Just in case he ever had to go to war with the Hero Association.
He closed his eyes and focused, and ones and zeros bloomed behind his eyelids. In an instant, every piece of information inside the Hero Association poured into his mind — employees' phones, CCTV feeds, computers, every storage medium there was.
"Still rotten to the core."
Lee Jun, who knew the Hero Association's true face, clicked his tongue. Any large, powerful organization always had rot festering somewhere inside it. He saved all the evidence in a single file on his laptop.
"Psycho Kino. This bastard too… taking bribes from villains. Piece of trash."
The newly minted S-class hero, Psycho Kino, was no different. Another piece of garbage taking money from villains, and Lee Jun saved that information too. The reason he only collected evidence and never detonated it was simple. If he stuck his neck out and stirred things up, the happiness he had now might shatter. Even if the Hero Association was rotten, there were still heroes overflowing with a sense of justice. Things would keep turning without him.
"Of course, if they touch us… I won't let it slide."
He was working through one thing and another when another photo arrived. His eyes had been closed, his ability running — but he reacted to the phone notification instantly. It looked almost like a private snapping to attention at reveille.
"Ah. They're eating, I guess."
"Looks like an expensive hotel."
Looking at that photo, Lee Jun couldn't focus on anything else. He couldn't put the phone down.
Lee Jun swallowed hard.
"Ah."
Not a partner. A real slave. His wife.
He couldn't hold back. He started masturbating immediately.
"Haa. Even for me, this position is a little embarrassing."
Naked, a slave collar around her neck, Choi Min-seo muttered to herself. The leash attached to the collar was, of course, in Sun Kim's hand.
"Just bear with it once. Your husband is going to love this to death."
"Nngh. Well, if that's the case…"
Choi Min-seo slowly knelt in front of Sun Kim. Then she slowly pressed her head to the floor.
Click. Click. Click.
Sun Kim photographed her like that.
"Excuse me a second."
This time he planted his foot on her head and took another picture.
"Good. Sending it like this."
"Heehee. I hope my husband likes it."
Choi Min-seo giggled as she checked the photos. The truth was, she had no intention of becoming Sun Kim's slave. She was only acting — to deceive Lee Jun — and Sun Kim had agreed to that.
"So what now? Want to go once?"
She sat on the edge of the bed and asked. They had come on a three-night, four-day trip. She intended to play harder than usual.
"What now? Is that how you ask your Master?"
"What? What are you talking about? We took the pictures. That's it, right? We agreed it was all an act."
"That's what we agreed at first."
Sun Kim grinned and yanked the collar. Choi Min-seo was dragged helplessly off the bed and crumpled to the floor. He reached between her legs and shoved his fingers into her pussy.
"But the second you heard the word 'slave,' this thing started dripping, didn't it?"
"…You knew…?"
"Of course I did. How many times do you think I've tasted this pussy of yours? All right then. What are you going to do now, slave?"
"Ah…"
Choi Min-seo's face flushed scarlet. If she refused now, she could just enjoy sex the usual way and go home. Well — it was never "usual" sex with him, but still. If she didn't refuse now, she would spend the next three nights and four days as his slave, dragged around on a leash.
"I'll ask again. What are you going to do now?"
"…Please take good care of me for the remaining time. Master."
She pressed her forehead to the floor in a full prostration, her pussy dripping.