Ki-woo, You Were Into NTR?

After coming home, I checked my phone. [Representative…… the underwear photo you instructed.] A message from Han Ju-hee had arrived. She was following the order to send a picture of her panties every morning.

[Cute choice. Good job. Keep sending them like this from now on. Get creative with the angles. Make sure I’m satisfied.] Standing in front of the mirror in a black bra and panties, her figure looked incredibly sensual.

[Yes, I understand.] It took her a long time to reply—long enough that she must have deleted and rewritten the message several times. For someone like Han Ju-hee, reporting her underwear must have been deeply embarrassing.

[What is Han Ju-hee doing right now? Tell me what she’s thinking, too.]

“She’s really ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in heat.” Seeing her true feelings made me a little aroused. But we had done it a lot yesterday, so I wanted to rest today. I probed her subtly.

[What are you doing on the weekend? If you’re bored, want to come over to my place?]

This time, her reply took quite a while.

[I-I’m sorry. I have things I need to do today.]

She still wasn’t corrupted enough to be brought straight into the bedroom. “That’ll happen soon enough.” There was no rush. Time was on my side. I lay down on the bed and caught up on some much-needed sleep. After waking up, I ate lunch and lazed around in bed again. Even though I was alone, I didn’t feel lonely. Maybe because I had been surrounded by women so much lately, having some time to myself actually felt nice.

Afternoon brought several messages.

[Yoon Ha-rin: What are you doing, brother-in-law? I’m getting ready to go out for a friend’s birthday. How does this outfit look? Cute, right?]

[Lee Se-jeong: Representative, what will you do for dinner? If you don’t have any side dishes, I can come cook for you. Should I come to your place?]

[Han Ju-hee: Th-then, I don’t have to send underwear photos in the evening, right?]

A smile naturally formed at the three very different messages. Yoon Ha-rin was busy with her friend’s birthday, so I’d let that slide. Lee Se-jeong would probably rush over the moment I called. “Han Ju-hee’s cute.” Deep down, she was hoping I’d summon her, and that flimsy excuse was the best she could come up with.

[Hong Yu-ha: Min-hoo. The vegetable side dishes from yesterday will spoil quickly, so eat them soon. They’d be good mixed with gochujang.]

Surprisingly, even Hong Yu-ha had texted. She was probably worried about the side dishes, though her real intentions might be different.

[If I run out, you’ll come cook again, right?]

She would know exactly what that implied. Her reply came much later.

[Just buy something to eat. I’m busy too, you know?]

Her attempt to play hard to get was rather adorable. “Who should I call?” Choi Yu-jin suddenly came to mind. That sleek body and pretty face I had seen earlier were more arousing than I expected. “Would it be easier to seduce her since we live in the same apartment?” Maybe. But hitting on her right after seeing her today felt a bit much. I’d make my move once we were back at the company. “Let’s just rest today.” Even someone like me needed to take a break sometimes. I decided to laze around for the rest of the day. I checked communities and news, then read some webtoons I had been putting off. “The art is killer.” The site TopToon, which specialized in 19+ adult webtoons, suited my tastes perfectly. While browsing, I found something interesting—an NTR webtoon about a husband allowing his wife to be taken by the man next door. “This is pretty good.” It was a fetish I knew about but had never really understood or thought deeply about. Experiencing it from the perspective of the man doing the taking instead of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the one being cuckolded gave it a delicious sense of immorality. “They’re insane.” Getting excited over another man embracing your beloved wife? “They get off on being stolen from, right?” The husband even installs a hidden camera to watch the neighbor fuck his wife, then masturbates to it. “That’s insane.” I had watched porn occasionally before, but because I hated NTR, I had never considered it. But if the husband enjoyed it and I was the one doing the stealing, that changed everything. “Do couples like this actually exist?” Curious, I searched a bit more. There were quite a few posts on social media about such couples and married pairs. Even on illegal porn sites, there were plenty of videos labeled “XX Couple.” “Interesting.” There were also videos of husbands filming their wives being embraced by other men while masturbating themselves. “A bull, huh.” That was the term for the man invited to fuck the wife. I searched immediately.

“Whoa.” She was pretty hot. The guy was handsome too. The fact that they did this kind of thing was fascinating. The image of another man fucking someone’s wife right in front of the husband made dopamine surge through me. “Should I try being a bull once?” I considered it, but shook my head. Even though faces were blurred in the videos, there was no telling when they might leak. If my identity got out, they could blackmail me. There were already cases of women whose information had been leaked. As the representative, I had to be careful. “If I use my search ability to check the future, it might be fine.” With careful preparation, it could work. “No. I could just find safe people instead, right?” Was there anyone in the company with that kind of fetish? Of course, their wife or girlfriend would have to be stunningly beautiful. Even if they were employees, I couldn’t feel completely at ease. “There might be someone like that in the company, after all.” Since I was curious, I decided to do a quick search.

“……Huh? Huhhh?” Wait, why was his name showing up here? Ki-woo? Judging by the title of executive secretary, it had to be the Kim Ki-woo I knew. There was no other employee named Kim Ki-woo in the company to begin with. “Ki-woo?” Kim Ki-woo was into NTR? He had never shown any signs of it before. I had never seen Lee Se-jeong being embraced by another man in front of him, after all. [Is Kim Ki-woo really into NTR? Tell me exactly what state he’s in.]

“……Crazy. This is huge.” So he didn’t actually suspect anything between Lee Se-jeong and me. But while imagining that something might be going on between us, he was gradually awakening to this fetish. “Insane. Seriously.” It had started because of the phone calls. “We only talked twice.” Once at my place when I first fucked her, and yesterday in the representative’s office on Saturday. “Ah. So that’s why he acted like that yesterday.” The pieces suddenly clicked into place. That comment about wanting to hear Lee Se-jeong sucking on ice cream. “He was probably imagining it was my cock she was sucking, right?” There was a very high chance he had gotten excited listening to that sound while fantasizing alone. “Should I be happy about this?” The situation had become a little awkward. Imagining fucking Lee Se-jeong right in front of Kim Ki-woo made my cock twitch ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠immediately. I wanted that situation to actually happen. “Ki-woo’s probably suffering a lot, though.” Coming to terms with, accepting, and embracing this fetish would be quite painful for him. Because the two people he trusted and relied on most—me and the woman he loved, Lee Se-jeong—would ultimately end up cheating. “Hmm.” No, wait. If I used my search ability to orchestrate things properly, it could work. A brilliant idea occurred to me. “What if I make Ki-woo ask for it first?” If I nurtured Kim Ki-woo’s fetish to its fullest, it would be better to have him beg me to embrace Lee Se-jeong himself. “That would be perfect.” Then I would really be fucking Lee Se-jeong right in front of Kim Ki-woo. An opportunity to feel an enormous rush of dopamine. Now, how should I go about it?

Listening to this recorded call, the excitement wouldn’t subside. Was it because I had been drinking? After watching a soccer match where Son Heung-min scored a hat trick in the morning, dopamine had been surging, so I started drinking in the afternoon. While resting drunk at the hotel, thoughts of Se-jeong suddenly surfaced and my sexual desire flared up. That was when this call log came to mind. “Huu. This is fucking hot.” I didn’t suspect Se-jeong. Of course, I didn’t suspect the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠representative—hyung—either. But strange feelings kept welling up inside me. That ice cream sucking sound was strangely…… “Haa. Huu.” It sounded like she was sucking hyung’s cock, and it excited me immensely. The thought that the Se-jeong I loved was sucking hyung’s dick created a dopamine rush that felt like it would drive me insane. “Kuhk!” In the end, I came while lost in that fantasy. “Huaa……” A wave of self-loathing hit me. To imagine something like that about the two people I trusted more than anyone. Actually, it hadn’t started with yesterday’s call. It began when hyung was discharged from the hospital and Se-jeong went to take care of him at his place. From the call I overheard then, I started having strange fantasies alone more and more often. “Why am I like this? Seriously.” I often imagine hyung and Se-jeong having sex. It feels unpleasant and disgusting, yet strangely, it excites me and makes my cock hard. Even now…… even after coming once, I’m still hard. Because of that excitement, I told Se-jeong she could go on dates with the representative. That it was fine for her to spend time with him at his place. As long as she called me when they were together. “……What if they really do that?” The two of them had clearly grown much closer recently. I could feel Se-jeong’s heart opening up toward the representative as well. Because I already knew she liked him, I had tried even harder. But if they really left me out and did something like that…… “Huu. I don’t know. I really don’t know.” No matter what, I couldn’t betray hyung. He was the one who saved my family. Back when the company wasn’t as big as it is now, during the early days when we needed money the most, he gave me his entire fortune. Se-jeong was the same. She was the woman I truly loved. So…… I couldn’t bring myself to hate either of them. Yet on the other hand, just seeing the two of them together made strange fantasies arise and excited me. It was driving me crazy. “What should I do? Really.” Lately, I’ve been having dreams like that. Imagining the Se-jeong I love being embraced by the hyung I respect the most. “Don’t tell me…… I actually want that?” I really had no idea what to do.