Ahn Sung-chul and Jang Min-jun's Couples' Gathering / Han Yu-na on Pins and Needles
Two weeks later.
Ahn Sung-chul and his three wives were having tea in the second-floor living room of his mansion.
The wives were all young and beautiful, looking to be in their mid-twenties.
Some of them genuinely were in their mid-twenties; others were in their forties but had taken BD in their thirties and looked as youthful as women half their age.
Ahn Sung-chul glanced at the clock on his phone.
"Has Se-hee ever met Min-jun? No, right?"
"No, sir..."
Shin Se-hee, his recently acquired third wife, nodded. She looked nervous.
"When the Min-juns arrive, come down and join us."
"Yes, dear."
The house manager came up the stairs.
"Chairman. Your guest has arrived."
Ahn Sung-chul wasn't yet the official Chairman of Cheonseong, but the staff already addressed him as such.
Ahn Sung-chul and Shin Se-hee rose from their seats.
"If you get hungry, go ahead and eat without us. Se-hee, come down with me."
The couple descended to the first floor.
At the entrance, Jang Min-jun and his wife were being shown in by a member of the staff.
Jang Min-jun and his third wife, whom he had recently taken, also looked to be in their twenties.
Jang Min-jun broke into a wide grin at the sight of Ahn Sung-chul.
"Well, well. Mr. Chairman. You're looking better every time I see you."
"Chairman, my ass. You look like you've been through the wringer lately."
"Haven't you seen the news?"
"What have you been up to these days that you're on the news all the time?"
"Don't even get me started. Something's gotten into the prosecutors. Nothing I do goes right."
Ahn Sung-chul turned to Jang Min-jun's wife.
"We met once before, didn't we? How's he treating you? Is this bastard making your life miserable?"
"No, he treats me well."
"If he ever does, just say the word. A woman like you, sister-in-law, I could easily support. Hahaha."
At Ahn Sung-chul's bizarre joke, the Min-jun couple chuckled awkwardly.
Jang Min-jun looked at Ahn Sung-chul's third wife.
"So this is her..."
Shin Se-hee dipped her head slightly.
"I'm Shin Se-hee."
"He's been hiding you all this time, and I kept wondering how pretty you had to be for that. And he was right. You're gorgeous. Honestly, you could be a celebrity. Han Yu-na would eat her heart out."
"It's not quite that bad."
Shin Se-hee blushed.
Jang Min-jun didn't think she was quite at that level either.
Still, she was beautiful enough to turn heads anywhere she went.
Ahn Sung-chul spoke up.
"You seemed stressed out lately, so I specially arranged for us to meet — with Se-hee here."
"I appreciate it. Just looking at your face, sister-in-law, lifts my spirits."
"Shall we have a glass of wine and talk before dinner?"
"Sounds good."
The two couples headed for the separate room.
Two beds had been pushed side by side in the spacious room.
On one of them, Ahn Sung-chul already had Jang Min-jun's wife pinned beneath him, driving into her.
"Sister-in-law. You've gotten even tastier than last time, haven't you? Hm?"
"Aaahng. Thank... you."
He worked his hips hard, licking at the nipples of his friend's naked wife beneath him.
Shin Se-hee, still in her underwear, knelt in front of the nude Jang Min-jun.
Jang Min-jun stroked her hair.
"Do whatever you like. Sung-chul brags that you're amazing."
Shin Se-hee began licking his half-erect cock with her tongue.
"Maybe it's because your face is so pretty, but I'm already feeling it."
She gripped Min-jun's cock, stroking it as she sucked his balls.
Ahn Sung-chul was taking his friend's wife from behind as she crouched on all fours.
Her ample breasts swayed in time with his piston-like thrusts.
He asked Jang Min-jun a question.
"Have you seen the guys recently?"
"Who? Jong-man and Dong-jin's crowd?"
With a rhythmic slap of flesh, Min-jun's wife buried her face in the bed and moaned.
"Aaahng."
Min-jun, as if refusing to be outdone, propped one leg up on the bed and grabbed Shin Se-hee's head.
Then, as though she were a fleshlight, he shoved his cock into his friend's wife's mouth.
It was the first time Shin Se-hee had been used by her husband's friend, but she was handling it admirably.
She clamped her lips tight, making the cock feel good.
Jang Min-jun spoke.
"Up to Jong-man, maybe, I could see them. But Dong-jin and after — it'd be awkward. Those kids don't see us as friends anymore."
"Exactly. With Dong-jin, maybe if you looked at him as a future father-in-law."
Jang Min-jun laughed.
"Hahahaha. That girl — he dotes on his daughter like you wouldn't believe."
Ahn Sung-chul said,
"Doesn't that make you want her even more?"
"I wouldn't mind a taste. Even if she is a friend's daughter — someone at Han Yu-na's level? She's modeling phones for Cheonseong, isn't she? What if I gave it a shot? If it works out, I get a cut of the benefits too."
"You're joking, right? I've got at least that much loyalty, you bastard."
"I know it well. The loyalty of Ahn Sung-chul. Sharing the delicious things with his friends, ever since high school."
Jang Min-jun's eyes met Ahn Sung-chul's. Ahn Sung-chul snorted.
"You son of a bitch."
Jang Min-jun asked,
"So why the sudden talk about the guys?"
He guided Shin Se-hee up onto the bed.
She peeled off her underwear.
The moment she was naked, Min-jun laid her down and thrust inside her.
"Wow. Look how tight she is?"
He began moving his hips.
Ahn Sung-chul leaned back against the headboard. Min-jun's wife crouched in front of his cock.
Ahn Sung-chul took a sip of red wine, then poured a little over his cock.
Min-jun's wife began sucking the wine-soaked length.
Ahn Sung-chul spoke.
"About a month ago, that bastard Dong-jin called me."
"Letting you advertise that you get to fuck his daughter?"
"He said Lee Han-seok had shown up again."
"What?"
Jang Min-jun stopped mid-thrust.
"At the time I figured the bastard was just stirring up trouble to get me to contact him. But I'm starting to think it might be real."
"What's he doing these days?"
Min-jun resumed moving his hips.
"Said he does electrical maintenance in that building. You know, the guys who come swap out the fuses when they blow."
"Tch. And here I thought it'd be something more."
"But Dong-jin said the guy seems to be out for revenge. Making a whole damn fuss about it."
"That bastard's always been like that. A fucking coward."
"Ah, still. It's been nagging at me. I was thinking of giving him a call."
"About what?"
"Something's been bothering me. Ever since that call from him, my father suddenly died. I've had to sit in the chairman's seat while people quietly treat me like the bastard who killed him — it leaves a bad taste, fuck. Same for you, no? A month ago. Something unlucky's happened to you since then too, hasn't it?"
Jang Min-jun snorted.
"Hey. That's going too far.
It's not like Lee Han-seok's some psychic. Did he actually say that? Sounds like Dong-jin's panic attack worked on you pretty well."
"You think? Still feels off, damn it. Maybe I'll call Dong-jin tomorrow."
"I can finish inside her, right?"
"You're on EX, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
Min-jun began pounding into Shin Se-hee with abandon.
"Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Aaahng."
Ahn Sung-chul snickered.
"That fucking bitch. Acting all demure, and look at her, loving it right in front of her husband."
Min-jun drove his cock deep and came inside Shin Se-hee.
"Ah! Jin-ah!"
Ahn Sung-chul frowned.
Having finished inside, Min-jun kept moving his hips slowly.
"Aaah. Our sister-in-law is fucking delicious."
Ahn Sung-chul pressed down on Min-jun's wife's head.
"Take it in your mouth."
The cock buried in her mouth twitched and pulsed.
She stroked it as she received his semen in her mouth.
When he was finished, she opened her mouth to show Ahn Sung-chul the load she'd caught.
Ahn Sung-chul poured wine into her mouth.
"Swallow."
Gulp. Gulp.
She washed down her husband's friend's semen with the wine.
"Se-hee, come here. Sister-in-law, you can head back."
Each wife returned to her own husband.
The two wives knelt and dutifully sucked the cocks of their husbands seated at the head of the bed.
Jang Min-jun spoke.
"Take the chairman's seat as soon as you can. Stop worrying about appearances. Once you're chairman, nobody can say a damn thing anyway."
"It's not about appearances. Fuck.
I'll be chairman either way, per the will. I'm just waiting for the moment it looks natural to everyone."
"That IS worrying about appearances.
Look — the problem is Sung-min and Sung-yong playing games and spinning the narrative, isn't it? You just need to flip one of the two to your side. Keep them from ever getting comfortable."
"How would I do that?"
Jang Min-jun's lips curled.
"Now I see why you called me here. Even bringing along the sister-in-law you never used to show anyone."
"Just tell me. How do I do it?"
Jang Min-jun scratched his brow.
"How do you think?
Sung-yong's the younger one, so he's easier to win over. Talk him around and send him to me. Your family needs at least one politician in it — it'll make things easier down the line. The public loves young politicians these days."
"Would that solve your problems?"
"I'm Jang Min-jun, my friend.
Building connections in advance for exactly these moments — that's what I do. But more than that, fuck. My daughter's the one stressing me out."
"Eun-ha? There you go bragging about your kid again. The girl earned a Harvard doctorate at her age — what more do you want from her?"
"Fuck.
I called her a while back, and she picked up the phone while having sex with some guy."
"...
Raised on American water, I suppose. Definitely open-minded."
"Whew. Fuck. Suddenly need a cigarette. Don't ever have kids.
No — don't have any at this point, ever."
"You've been needling me since a while ago, haven't you?"
Jang Min-jun snickered.
"Alright, alright. I'll drop it."
A brief silence settled over the room.
The only sounds were the two wives slurping their husbands' cocks.
Jang Min-jun ventured carefully.
"The kid. You never found him, did you?"
"You want to get thrown out before dinner?"
"No, no, I'm trying to help. I've actually got someone under me who specializes in that kind of thing."
"...Forget it. Fuck. If he was adopted to America, he's probably living well.
Ah, you bastard. Now I'm pissed off."
"I'm not trying to needle you — I'm telling you I genuinely have an employee who does that kind of work. Let me know if you change your mind."
"Bullshit. Let's just go eat."
Ahn Sung-chul climbed off the bed.
The four of them got dressed.
Incheon International Airport.
The girl group Kayra had just returned from their K-pop concert tour in Europe.
Waving with radiant smiles at the cheering fans, they boarded their van.
Han Yu-na immediately texted Lee Han-seok.
Under normal circumstances she would have restrained herself and kept the message short — but she had already reached her limit.
For the entire European tour, she'd missed Han-seok so badly her hands had trembled.
She wanted to be in his arms as soon as possible — every second counted.
She wanted to bury herself against his broad chest and breathe in his scent.
She wanted his thick length to fill her completely, sliding deep inside her.
Quickly. Quickly...
Before long, the "1" disappeared from the chat window.
The reply came.