The First Netorase (1)
"So? It's been a while since I dressed up. You're always seeing me in nothing but my hero costume, so how do I look like this? Pretty, right?"
"Y-yeah."
Choi Min-seo spun in a slow circle in front of Lee Jun, her smile bright enough to light the room. She had gone all out. Petite as she was, her proportions were so finely balanced that at a glance you'd never guess how short she actually stood, and those breasts—unfairly, impossibly large—looked stunning in anything she wore. Dressed up with this much care, she was beautiful enough to leave even Lee Jun, who had been at her side for years, at a loss for words.
She had on a dress shirt and jeans that traced every curve of her figure. Ordinary enough, except the shirt was sheer—her underwear showed right through. And she had chosen black lingerie on purpose, drawing the eye whether you wanted to look or not.
"You look pretty, but isn't that a little too sexy?"
"No way. Do you have any idea how many people dress like this these days?"
She wasn't wrong. Lee Jun had seen plenty of women walking around in see-through fashion just like this. But those were strangers. This was his wife.
"You're weirdly old-fashioned about this kind of thing."
"..."
He pushed out his lower lip. She giggled at the pout, stepped in close, and slipped her arms around him.
"You already know this, but I'll probably be late tonight. Go to bed without me."
"...All right."
With that, Choi Min-seo left the house. From this moment on, she was going into another man's arms. Lee Jun could barely believe it—and yet, on some other frequency entirely, a heat had already started to climb through him.
What the hell am I thinking? Get a grip! This is for Min-seo!
He smacked himself in the head and then, grimacing, hit the erection that had answered without his permission, punishing a body that refused to listen to him.
Choi Min-seo hadn't quite shut the door. She watched him through the gap, and a small, private smile touched her mouth.
Heh. I knew it—he's turned on. I had no idea our Jun had a taste for this.
Until now, every time they had been together, it had all revolved around her. Thanks to a constitution that left her burning whenever she used her powers, Lee Jun had gone along with her even in moments he hadn't particularly wanted. So this time, she had decided, she would be the one to meet him where he lived. He didn't seem to understand his own tastes yet, but that was fine. They could take their time learning. What mattered right now was that he was excited.
"Flying would draw way too much attention. I'll have to drive."
She was on her way to meet Sun Kim with her identity hidden. Cutting across the sky would have been as good as shouting that she was a hero, so she decided, for the first time in a very long while, to take the car. She spent so much of her life in the air that she almost never needed to drive at all.
Settling into the driver's seat, she flicked a glance at the dashcam. Lee Jun's power was hacking, but not the kind other hackers practiced. His reached past the internet into anything electricity touched—he could seize it, twist it, make it his. If she had read him right, he was watching her through that little lens right now, following every turn she made.
He's so cute. What am I supposed to do with him? I want to turn around and bite him.
Even as she eased the car into traffic, Choi Min-seo found herself melting over how dear he was—and at the same time, the thought of walking into another man's arms made her skin crawl.
Even Jun can't see inside a room that doesn't have a camera. I'll just kill some time and come home.
No matter how far beyond ordinary his hacking ran, without a camera he had no way of knowing what she was doing. She had told him she was going to have sex with another man. She had no intention of actually mixing her body with anyone else's. She would spend a plausible stretch of hours and then come home to an already-feverish Lee Jun. With Sun Kim, even if things went well, she would stop at touching.
It would not take long for those intentions to break.
Lee Jun stared blankly at the door she had gone through. The woman who had loved only him was on her way into another man's arms.
"How did it come to this? Maybe I should call her back right now. But if I do, Min-seo will just keep suffering with that appetite of hers..."
He had been the one to suggest it. He had been the one to let her go. Now that the moment was actually here, his thoughts tangled over themselves.
"No. This isn't the time."
He reached for his power at once. Darkness flooded his vision, a storm of zeroes and ones tearing through it, and then the feed from Choi Min-seo's dashcam resolved out of the noise. The camera couldn't show her behind the wheel, but it could show him exactly where she was headed.
Maybe it was the long layoff, but her driving was a little stiff, a little uncertain. Before long, though, she pulled into the hotel they had agreed on. Sun Kim might have gone around openly calling himself a hero and even posting videos of himself with women, but being seen walking into a hotel with one was another matter.
Choi Min-seo got out in the parking garage and made her way to the entrance. A man was waiting out front—tall, solidly built. They recognized each other, closed the distance, and exchanged greetings.
"W-we meet."
The instant she left the car, Lee Jun jumped his sight to the hotel CCTV and watched them talk. He couldn't hear a word, but for two people meeting for the first time they looked surprisingly familiar with each other. They murmured back and forth for a moment—and then slipped straight inside.
They're not even getting a meal? Not even a cup of coffee? They're just going in?
Sex might have been the point, but weren't they supposed to take a little time to know each other first? And they were just walking in like that?
Fine. Better she comes back sooner than waste time on things that don't matter.
That was the story Lee Jun kept telling himself, a thin consolation he clung to as their figures vanished into the elevator. There was a camera inside. He seized it.
A-already?!
The doors had barely shut before Sun Kim's hand was stroking over Choi Min-seo's ass. Sex was the destination, yes—but grabbing her the second they stepped in? In an elevator where anyone could have been standing?
By Lee Jun's measure, it was unthinkable.
That's right! Good, Min-seo! Elevator or not, you can't just let him—
She flicked his hand away. Lee Jun let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. The relief did not last. A moment later the two of them stepped into the hotel room, and there was no CCTV inside, no camera of any kind. He had no way to see what they were doing.
That wasn't quite true. There was one way. He could hack a phone. Lee Jun's hacking lived in a different world from anyone else's; take a phone and he could open its camera, watch the room, and hear every sound in it.
But then the promise I made with Min-seo...
She knew what he could do. She knew he could open her phone whenever he wanted. That was why they had made the agreement in the first place: he would not hack her phone and look through what was on it. In return—if you could call it that—she had added that she would show him the thing herself whenever he asked. The promise had never been about hiding something she couldn't let him see. She simply hated the idea of him cracking her phone because he didn't trust her.
Lee Jun wrestled with it. Keep the promise he had made to the wife he loved—or break it, and secretly watch the two of them together.
Then a clean little idea clicked into place.
"I just shouldn't hack Min-seo's phone, right? Then I'll hack Sun Kim's!"
Not hers. His. He could watch them and still tell himself he hadn't broken his word.
"Yes!"
He had burned a lot of time agonizing. By now they were probably well into it. He reached for his power again; the world inverted, and numbers streamed through the air.
Got it!
Sun Kim's phone opened to him. Something was wrong, though. The camera came on and showed him nothing—only a crush of black shadow. The man had left the lens pointed at the floor.
What? Did something go wrong?
He was still wondering whether the hack had failed when two voices slid into his ear.
"Then how about I do this, right here?"
"Nnhh♡ Nnhhhnn♡♡♡"
Sun Kim's voice, the same one Lee Jun had heard on Twitter—and under it, a moan. He knew that sound. Of course he did. It belonged to the person he loved more than anyone in the world.
"M-Min-seo makes a sound like that?"
He had been with her more times than he could count, and not once had he heard her cry out that hard, that filthy.
"Am I just bad in bed?"
Choi Min-seo was his first love and his last. He had never slept with anyone else. And she, for all the times she had told him it wasn't enough—her stamina simply ran too deep—had never once said it didn't feel good.
"Nnhhnn♡♡ Aaahhnn♡♡"
"Your husband doesn't do it like this, huh?"
A wet, filthy rhythm filled the line—squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch—the sound of something pumping into her pussy. Lee Jun's mind supplied the picture whether he wanted it or not: her pink folds spread by a hand that was not his, thick fingers driving into her, those pale thighs trembling, clear juices dripping every time those big knuckles moved.
The image hit him and his cock jerked hard, a thread of pre-cum spilling from the head.
"Then how about this?"
The fingering stopped. What came next was a mouth—wet, greedy licks, then a seal of lips, sucking, drinking her down.
Where was he using his mouth? Her breasts? Her fingers? Or—
"Her pussy? Is he eating her out?"
Going down on her was something Lee Jun had never done. It wasn't that he hadn't tried. Working his tongue was easier than working his hips, and he had thought he could take the edge off her appetite that way. She had refused him. She had been afraid her pussy might smell strange.
"..."
"Haaahn♡♡ Haaaahn♡♡ S-stooop♡♡"
"Stop? Like hell you want me to stop."
The longer her moans stretched, the fewer words Lee Jun had left. Cold sweat stood out on his forehead. His head told him to shut it off. His cock kept twitching, spilling pre-cum in a steady leak.
"...That's enough. I'm done listening."
He pulled his power back. The darkness in front of his eyes thinned, and the ordinary room returned. After that he simply sat on the sofa and waited for Choi Min-seo to come home. He turned on the television and let the news run; none of it reached him. He stared into the air, checked the clock, and stared into the air again.
Three hours passed that way.
The lock clicked. Choi Min-seo came through the door.
"M-Min-seo. You're back?"
"Mm. You stayed up waiting? You should have gone to bed."
There was something oddly pleased about her. Her skin looked glossier than usual, almost oiled, and a faint heat still rose off her body—like someone who had just stepped out of a long, deep sweat in a sauna.
"...How was it? Was it good?"
"Mmm. I wonder."
She didn't answer. She only smiled, and walked into the bathroom.
"I'm going to wash up first."
"R-right."
Water began to run. Lee Jun sat looking at the bathroom door, waiting. After a little while she came out soft and warm, freshly scrubbed.
"How was it?"
"You want to hear that badly?"
"I'm just worried, that's all."
He said worried. His cock was swollen tight enough to split. She knew it, and a rich, knowing smile curved her mouth.
"Come up on the bed."
She drew him onto the mattress and they lay facing each other. Then she reached out and settled her hand over his cock.
"Did you get hard? Imagining me in another man's arms?"
"I-I didn't. Of course not. I just wanted to know if you'd enjoyed yourself enough..."
"Then I guess you don't need this?"
Choi Min-seo held up something small and black. A memory card. The kind that slid into a phone.
"Sun Kim said you'd like it, so I had him record it. Want to watch?"
Lee Jun's heart slammed against his ribs.