36. Spotting Haengbowon's Husband... And the Woman Beside Him
After the unscheduled bathroom sex, my rationality had returned somewhat now that we'd vented our lust once. Seon-ah unnie and I cautiously scanned our surroundings before slipping out of the men's restroom. We figured no other patrons or staff had noticed, thank goodness. Down in the parking lot, we started searching for nearby motels.
We'd come all the way to Seoul anyway, so we figured we'd stay the night here. But the real reason was... we wouldn't be able to hold back this boiling lust until we got back to our apartments near base.
Just as we found a decently close, clean motel with good reviews, a couple passing in front of our car caught my eye. Specifically, the man with his arm around the woman's waist drew my attention—tanned skin, a bit rough-looking face, short hair that seemed vaguely familiar. The moment he walked past our car and got into the one two spots over, the foggy memory cleared, and I realized who he was.
At the same time, I urgently shouted at Seon-ah unnie to start the engine.
"Unnie, start the car! We gotta follow that one!"
"H-huh?"
"I'll explain in a sec—just follow it for now."
"O-okay."
Tsssk vroom!
Urging her on with my sudden demand, she started the engine and tailed the man's car, which was already pulling out. Soon, the two vehicles left the parking lot and hit the road, kicking off an impromptu, covert chase.
Gripping the wheel, unnie asked why we were tailing them.
"Jaejun, what's with following that car?"
"The guy in it's... Haengbowon's husband."
"Haengbowon's husband? But... huh?"
She gave a brief "So what?" look at my answer. But then she remembered the woman who'd been with him as he passed us in the lot, and an incredulous noise escaped her lips.
Yeah, unnie... I was shocked too. The guy's supposed to be in Gangwon-do, but here he is in Seoul with another woman.
Just a few days earlier. While waiting for her to finish paperwork, I'd been killing time browsing the intranet profiles of the battalion's other female officers. Curiosity struck about Haengbowon's husband—what kind of guy leaves a curvy MILF like her hanging? Searching the name "Kim Man-soo" that I'd heard before, I found a master sergeant serving in Gangwon-do.
Clicking his profile after a short load, his photo popped up in the corner alongside the details. Even accounting for some photo editing, he looked just like the guy driving the car ahead of us now. Not 100%, but 99% chance he was cheating.
We tailed him for about ten minutes down the road. He veered off the main street into an alley and straight into a motel parking lot. We followed cautiously into the lot, and I whipped out my phone, switching to video record.
Beep!
The red recording light came on, capturing Haengbowon's husband with his arm linked through some woman's. They were laughing about something as they headed to the motel entrance.
"#@%$#@#"
"Hohoho #@%$@"
Zooming in, their faces came into crystal-clear focus on screen. Unnie smartly picked a spot, killed the engine, and thanks to our tinted windows, they had no clue they were being filmed as they disappeared inside.
Not two seconds after the probable adulterers vanished through the door, unnie and I got out and headed to the entrance, acting like just another couple looking for a room. We'd confirmed on the drive that she didn't know him by sight either.
The exterior looked a bit dated, but inside the lobby was sleek—recently remodeled. And there was the couple in question, still glued together, giggling at the kiosk as they picked a room.
We sidled closer and overheard their chat.
"Honey~ It's been a week since we met, so we gotta do it three times tonight. Got it? ❤️"
"Of course. We can even go four."
Just as I'd suspected—disgusting adulterers. I barely held back a gag.
This psycho... ditching Haengbowon for some skinny bitch who looks less tasty, driving all the way to Seoul on the weekend to cheat.
As Haengbowon had mentioned at drinks last time, the woman plastered to Kim Man-soo's side was "slender." Sure, a tight body without flab, but lacking the juicy tits and ass any prime female should have. And objectively, Haengbowon was the prettier one.
Well, thanks to this, I might finally make progress with her stalled situation. Should I be grateful?
I was inwardly trash-talking his taste in women and feeling oddly thankful for the golden opportunity he'd handed me when Kim Man-soo suddenly turned around.
Our eyes met at the worst possible moment—I nearly flinched but played it cool, turning to chat with unnie beside me.
"What should we do for dinner? Order in here? Or step out quick and come back?"
"Hmm... Let's decide based on how we feel later..."
Smooch ❤️
"Ahem..."
Luckily, she played along perfectly, even rubbing my chest. He cleared his throat awkwardly and turned back. Her tactic—most people hate seeing other couples get lovey-dovey—worked like a charm. They finished paying and headed to the elevator.
Soon after, they boarded for the third floor. We'd been pretending to book at the kiosk and followed right up.
Ding! Rattle...
'Room 307... 307...'
The elevator opened on three. I'd glimpsed the room number over his shoulder earlier, so I repeated it while scanning for it. Midway down the long hall, we found the "307" sign and crept up, ears to the door.
Faint voices from inside, then soft thuds of flesh meeting flesh.
Thwack... thwack... thwack...
"Haht! Haaang! Urghhh!"
With the woman's shrill moans we'd heard downstairs added in, we instantly knew what was going down.
They've been in there less than five minutes and already fucking.
Shocked at how desperate they were—no shower, straight to it—I pulled out my phone and started recording the lewd sounds from beyond the door.
About ten minutes holding my phone to the door of 307, capturing every sound until their first round ended. I wrapped up the recording, and unnie and I slipped out of the motel carefully.
We passed another couple entering and got back in the car. Unnie looked a bit down as she spoke up.
"Jaejun... you're gonna show what we just recorded to Haengbowon, right?"
"Yeah... that's the plan. Why?"
She was asking about handling this crucial "evidence" that could finally move things with the stagnant Haengbowon situation. When I confirmed I'd give it to her—proof of her husband's affair—she voiced her worries, clearly conflicted.
"I'm just worried we'll stir up trouble for no reason... Sure, her husband's cheating, but do we really need to be the ones delivering bad news like that?"
Typical soft-hearted unnie worrying about hurting her with the truth. But I couldn't just waste this golden chance I'd stumbled on.
"I get your concern, unnie, but we can't just sit on this and bury it. At the very least, she deserves to know and decide for herself what to do."
"Yeah... you're right."
Fiddling with her phone, she agreed in a heavy voice that Haengbowon at least needed the choice. Meanwhile, my inner thoughts were far more sinister.
Pass up a chance to get with Haengbowon again? No fucking way!