Beware of Her Husband
So-hee's womb was now completely flooded with Juhwan's seed.
Compared to Juhwan, who had come just once, So-hee had already climaxed more than five times, and her legs finally gave out beneath her. She collapsed right where she was, her pussy brimming full of his cum.
Hahh... hahh... hahh...
The bedroom So-hee shared with Geon-young was filled with nothing but the two of them — So-hee and Juhwan — panting in the dark.
"...Oh.............. my belly's... so... full..."
At those words, Juhwan's mind snapped back into clarity.
He'd been drunk — drunk on alcohol, and drunk on revenge. All the fury he'd bottled up toward So-hee had drained out of him in a single climax. And now that the fog was lifting, reality began to creep back into his line of sight.
"...Aah....!!!"
What was done was done. The water had already spilled.
He was the same Juhwan who had pushed forward without a care even when So-hee threatened to call the police before he fucked her. But it did matter now. His reason had returned, and with it, the fear.
What if she tells her husband what I did to her? What if she reports it to the police? Am I actually going to prison?
He scrambled to gather his clothes, shoved So-hee behind him, and hurried for the door. Just before leaving, his foot caught and he glanced back. So-hee was still sprawled on the floor, barely breathing, her pussy stuffed to the brim with his load...
"........I'll... delete the evidence."
With that one line, Juhwan walked out of So-hee's apartment.
"......................"
So-hee lay face-down on the floor for a long while, eyes unfocused, unmoving in that exact position, until little by little her senses returned. She roused herself, pushed up onto her arms, and looked around — no one there. Juhwan had long since dressed and gone back downstairs.
"......He really left."
Her legs were still trembling, and her pussy still burned.
"...Hah...... fuck... I've lost my mind..."
That "fuck" carried a dozen meanings all at once. Rage at having been fucked by Juhwan, the man she'd thought of as nothing more than an insect. And then — worse — an even greater rage at the fact that his cock had slammed into her and given her pleasure she'd never once felt in her life.
Frankly, the only problem was that it had been Juhwan. If she'd done his exact routine with any of the men she actually found attractive...
Then it would have been even better.
"Hah, fuck...... this can't be happening, so why does it feel so good...... Kim So-hee, you crazy bitch............."
It looked like neither Juhwan nor So-hee would be sleeping tonight.
*The Next Day*
Juhwan got up in the morning, worked his construction shift, and headed to his convenience store job in the evening. He got through the whole day half-hard and did everything half-assed.
When he'd been fucking So-hee, it had felt amazing — but once it was over and the booze wore off, a little regret had crept in. Since he'd raped So-hee last night and come home, nothing bad had actually happened to him. And that silence made him more anxious, not less.
With no customers, he stood behind the quiet counter, staring blankly at the exact center of it. He'd been zoned out for ages when the store door opened and the bell above it gave a little ding.
Juhwan didn't hear it. His mind was more tangled than it had been before his revenge on So-hee, and now he was genuinely scared he might get hauled away for real this time.
"??? Hey, asshole, a customer walked in and you can't even say hello?!"
"...Ah, sorry, cus—...tomer??"
It was Dongyup, his friend from university. Beside him stood Yeyeon — a year above them in their department, the department's queenka, and Dongyup's girlfriend — linking arms with him.
"Pfft!!!! YO! PWAHAHA! Did you hear that?? He just said 'cus-tomer' lmaooo"
"Oh-ho? This punk calling a customer a cus-tomer?? Call the manager, you little shit!!"
Juhwan sighed. Maybe his heart was just too worn out today.
"Ugh, jeez, what the hell...... why are you here... Do I really have to see your face until break's over..."
"Yeyeon-noona, hello!"
"Hi, Juhwan~ haha"
"Babe, don't greet this guy haha. We should call the manager out and shake him down."
"What's wrong with you? It's our Juhwan!"
"OUR~???? 'Our' Juhwan???? Wow... your boyfriend is standing right next to you and you're saying 'OUR' Juhwan~ to my friend?"
"Oh, shut up! Juhwan's out here slaving away and this is how his so-called friend treats him?!"
"So anyway, what brings you two here?"
"We're on a date around this area lol. Figured we'd think of you, so your big bro personally came by with the girlfriend in tow."
"...How disgustingly thoughtful of you."
"Thoughtful, huh? Then buy us a couple condoms as a gift, go on."
Yeyeon smacked Dongyup on the shoulder.
"Are you insane! Aigo, seriously, why would you say that in front of Juhwan!"
That was when Dongyup looked at Juhwan's face and noticed something off.
"Hey, though — you look more worn out than usual? But your skin somehow got better?"
"Hm? Where, let me see — oh? It really did!"
"Ay, you little shit lmao, be honest — what were you doing last night hahaha"
"Hey, Dongyup, leave him alone lol. Juhwan has a private life too!!!"
"What private life lol. The entire nation knows this guy doesn't have a girlfriend, so obviously I'm curious who he was with and what he was doing last night hahahaha"
And so the couple kept rubbing their relationship in Juhwan's face, right in front of him.
"Haaah...... if you've got nothing to say, just leave... a customer's coming..."
"Customer? There's nobody here but the two of us lmaoooo"
"Dongyup, I'm gonna go check out the lip balm over in that corner. Mine's almost used up."
Only Juhwan and Dongyup remained at the counter, Yeyeon picking through lip balms way down at the far end. For a moment, she vanished from both of their lines of sight.
Dongyup lowered his voice just enough that only Juhwan could hear.
"Hey lol, be honest. What did you do yesterday? Something about you is different."
"Aigo, I'm telling you, I didn't do anything..."
"You're lying to your hyung now? Like I don't know you??"
"......"
It's not like Yeyeon can hear from all the way over there... He's still my friend. Maybe I should tell him just this once?
"...Hey, Dongyup, so, you know..."
"Found it~ my lip balm. Juhwan, ring it up for me."
Juhwan hastily straightened up, scanned the barcode on the lip balm Yeyeon had picked out, and ran her check card through the terminal.
"Hey, weren't you about to say something to me just now? Go on, what was it?"
"Huh? Say what? I wasn't trying to say anything."
"Ugh, enough, Dongyup... let's go. Juhwan looks even more drained now that we've shown up lmaooo"
"Aigoo, and he calls himself a friend... alright, we're off~"
"Fighting, Juhwan~ see you later, or maybe after the semester starts~!"
Having finished flaunting themselves, Dongyup and Yeyeon wrapped their arms around each other's waists and walked out.
Late that night, after his shift ended, Juhwan walked home to the officetel alone. As he got close to the building, the anxiety began to swell again.
What if I run into So-hee like this? What do I do? What if I get home and the police are standing at my door? Should I run? Or turn myself in? Would turning myself in at least get my sentence reduced?
He kept a wary eye on his surroundings and crept toward his unit. Thankfully, there was no sign of So-hee. The recycling station where she so often came out to smoke, the elevator, the stairwell — he carefully swept every spot with his eyes, and she was nowhere to be seen.
Juhwan skipped the elevator entirely and took the stairs all the way up. No point riding the elevator only to come face to face with her inside it.
He reached his floor. His legs wobbled a little from the climb, but the moment he arrived he dashed to his door and slipped inside.
Phew..........
Being home made his chest feel a little lighter.
So... maybe tonight it just ends like this? Why has it been so quiet, though?
The upstairs noise that had tormented Juhwan for so long hadn't happened once since the night he fucked So-hee. He turned on his phone.
He opened his photo album and looked through the pictures and videos documenting So-hee's crimes one more time. The night before, walking out after fucking her, he'd declared to So-hee that he'd delete all the evidence — but in truth, he hadn't deleted a thing.
Just in case things went sideways later...
Carrying that tangled weight in his chest, he turned on the TV and put on the most entertaining variety show he could find. If he could just watch something and laugh, maybe his heart would ease up a little.
He'd been staring blankly at the screen for a good while when—
Ding-dong.
His doorbell rang.
.......He flinched.
"(Fuck.......... so much for it quietly blowing over... who is it...?)"
He held his breath. He didn't react at all. Should he pretend no one was home? What was he supposed to do?
While Juhwan hesitated, the person outside his door pressed the bell again, impatient this time.
Ding-dong.
His breath caught in his throat. Who was standing out there? So-hee? The police? Or... So-hee's husband?
Ding-dong.
The bell rang a third time. He was dying of curiosity. If it was just an ordinary delivery driver, or the landlady, or the real estate lady, fine. But if it was any one of the people Juhwan had been imagining — he honestly thought he might lose his mind.
"....Who is it?"
"Yes... I'm from the apartment upstairs."
A low baritone voice. A man in his late thirties...
It was Geon-young. So-hee's husband...
He felt like he was going insane.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck......"
He didn't open the door. His legs were shaking uncontrollably.
What do I do.................. Did that fucking bitch upstairs tell him everything? Fuck... I'm dead.......... Should I get on my knees and grovel? What do I do...??
In the middle of his deliberation, his body moved first. His mind warred with itself — don't open the door — but his body, insisting he at least hear the man out, reacted before he could stop it.
He cracked the door open, and there stood Geon-young, his expression stiff as stone. But the instant the door opened and their eyes met, Geon-young broke into a warm smile.
"Hello there haha. I'm from the apartment upstairs."
"...Yes. Hello."
Juhwan's voice was thick with wariness. Geon-young seemed to pick up on it.
"Ah, right... forgive me. Showing up out of nowhere at this hour must have startled you."
"Let me introduce myself first..."
Geon-young pulled a card case from his back pocket, drew out one of his business cards, and presented it to Juhwan.
"I'm Kim Geon-young. We've crossed paths a few times coming and going, of course haha, but this is the first time I'm properly introducing myself."
Juhwan kept studying Geon-young's reactions. Judging by his friendly demeanor, it didn't seem like So-hee had told him about last night...
Juhwan stared at the business card. YR Corporation. Kim Geon-young, Section Chief. A major corporation — the number one company in the country's entire oil refining industry.
So he really is a big deal...
"It's nothing major. My work keeps me overseas a lot, so I'm often away from home. But I heard from my wife that... while I was briefly away this time, you seem to have been troubled by noise from our unit..."
"Ah... that..."
"Well, now that I'm here... let me formally apologize. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, sir."
Geon-young was excessively courteous to Juhwan. He was easily old enough to be Juhwan's senior, yet he didn't care about age in the slightest, lowering himself again and again in front of him.
"Ah... no, no... I'm the one who's too sensitive, really..."
"Ah, and I heard my wife came to see you about the noise at one point..."
(Fuck... what the hell did that bitch tell her husband?)
"Honestly, it's a bit awkward to say this, but... my wife has a rather prickly personality, haha. I was worried she might have said something rude to you, so I came to check."
It was astonishing. In other words — So-hee hadn't told Geon-young a single thing about last night.
A faint bloom of relief began to open up inside Juhwan's chest.
"Ah. No, no... nothing like that at all."
"I see, haha... Well, that's a relief, but as her husband, I still worry... She's my wife, of course, but I'd hate for others to suffer because of her..."
Geon-young let the words trail off, then pulled something from his pocket. It was a coupon booklet for a major coffee chain.
"It must have been a real nuisance... Please take this, and let it smooth over any hard feelings, sir!"
It felt like a blow to the back of the head. This wonderful man's wife, So-hee, had carried on her affairs again and again behind his back — and one of the men she'd been unfaithful with was Juhwan himself. He couldn't bring himself to accept the coffee coupon from Geon-young's hand.
"Ah — no, really! I'm fine! Hahaha, truly, it's fine."
"Come on, sir, don't be like that, please take it haha. It's a token of my sincerity."
"No... I really can't accept this..."
"(Flustered) Oh? Is... is there some special reason you can't?"
Juhwan panicked for a beat, then pressed on.
"No, no haha. It was just some noise, nothing worth fussing over... Keep the coupon and go use it at the café with your wife haha..."
At those words, Geon-young looked as though he'd been genuinely moved, a slight sheen of tears welling in his eyes.
"Wow...... you really are a wonderful man, sir!!"
Geon-young tucked the coffee coupon he'd been holding out back into his own pocket.
"Yes! I'll do just that haha. You know, if I'd known the man downstairs was this kind of person, I'd have introduced myself ages ago haha..."
Just then, from upstairs — from Geon-young and So-hee's apartment, to be precise — came a loud THUD, the sound of something being hurled against the floor.
"Aigoo... what was that? Sorry — looks like my wife dropped something. Still, I hadn't realized it carried this loudly... It must have really bothered you, sir..."
Geon-young glanced at the time.
"Oh my, look how late it's gotten. Not a great time to keep you resting, I'm sorry haha. I'll head back up — please get some proper rest."
As Geon-young headed for the stairs, he turned back to say one last thing.
"Ah, sir! I look forward to seeing you again haha."
'I look forward to seeing you again.'
Would that next meeting be a pleasant one, or an ugly one...
Most of the dread had faded, but Juhwan still felt a sliver of unease gnawing in the corner of his heart.
*Meanwhile, at So-hee's apartment*
It was the same stretch of time — the moment when Geon-young had gone downstairs, rung Juhwan's bell, handed over his business card, and talked for so long.
So-hee had dug out several of the dildos she'd hidden from Geon-young and was pumping them in and out of her pussy, masturbating.
"...No... this isn't it... this isn't the feeling...!!"
She pulled one dildo out, grabbed another from beside her, rubbed it against her pussy, and then rammed it in hard. Of course, what kept circling in So-hee's mind was last night with Juhwan.
It would have been a lie to say it wasn't on her mind. She'd been skewered by the cock of a man she'd thought lower than a cockroach — and worse, that cock had satisfied her so completely she'd felt like she was flying to heaven. The fact of it made her furious all over again.
"...Not this one either... fuck........ I think my pussy got reshaped to fit that bastard's cock... it's pissing me off, fuck!!!!"
She grabbed yet another dildo and shoved it in. But no matter which one she used, no matter how violently she fucked herself, none of them could recreate the fresh, overwhelming sensation Juhwan had given her the night before. She ground it in and pumped it, and still — no satisfaction.
And what drove So-hee even crazier than the lack of satisfaction was the thing that kept needling at her most of all: that ever since last night, Juhwan was all she could think about.
When even grinding it in failed to satisfy her, So-hee exploded.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She yanked the dildo out of her pussy and hurled it with all her strength at the floor of the room.
"THUD!!!!"
And in the apartment below at that very moment, Geon-young said:
"Aigoo... what was that? Sorry — looks like my wife dropped something. Still, I hadn't realized it carried this loudly... It must have really bothered you, sir..."
