Chapter 72
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: Nightclub Betrayal
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- Ding
- Clear your schedule after work today.
The message Yi Hyunwoo sent to Seo Jin-ah via the company messenger.
His summons always came without warning.
'Why are you looking forward to it? Seo Jin-ah! Think about what Deputy Manager Lee did to you and Byung-joo.'
What began as a relationship born from rape-like sex between Hyunwoo and Jin-ah had devolved into a master-slave dynamic where he even branded her body with vulgar tattoos. At the same time, her married life with her husband was starting to fall apart, and her guilt toward Byung-joo deepened with each passing day.
And yet...
- Got it.
Seo Jin-ah couldn't refuse Hyunwoo's orders. Shame, guilt, love for her husband—all of it paled against the electric pleasure he gave her.
- You got everything I told you to buy last time? Come to this spot by 11, all dressed up.
- Vrrr
Her phone buzzed immediately with a location pin from Hyunwoo.
"Haa..."
To Jin-ah's eyes, it looked like downtown in the city center. But the late hour worried her more than the place.
'What lie do I have to tell Byung-joo this time?'
Jin-ah had always hated lying to her husband—it shattered the trust between them. But ever since falling into Hyunwoo's grasp, she had no choice but to deceive him constantly.
That didn't make it any easier on her heart. Was it her soft nature? Every time she lied, she could barely meet her husband's eyes.
- Vrrr
- Sorry, honey, but I've got a company dinner tonight, so I'll be late.
"Phew..."
Never had she been so relieved by her husband's dinner plans. She sent a quick "Okay" and let out a sigh of relief at not having to lie.
'Yeah. As long as he doesn't know, it's fine.'
She wasn't lying, even if she was still cheating. That was how Jin-ah rationalized it to herself.
"Good work today."
"You too."
"See you tomorrow~"
As quitting time hit, Jin-ah slipped out of the office alone and headed home. Confirming Byung-joo wasn't there, she pulled a hidden box from the depths of her closet.
- Click
Inside were all sorts of clothes and lingerie Hyunwoo had ordered her to buy. There were even plenty of cosplay items: wigs, stockings, garter belts, chokers.
"Where'd I put the newest ones... Ah, there."
Rummaging through, Jin-ah laid out the still-wrapped items on the bed.
Imagining herself in them, her face flushed red with embarrassment.
- Clack, clack
Even in this provincial town, the central district was packed with bars and nightlife spots. Pushing through blaring music and crowds, Jin-ah finally reached the meeting place.
"A... nightclub?"
The flashy neon sign caught her eye. Double-checking, yes—this was the spot Hyunwoo had sent.
"Gulp..."
Jin-ah had zero interest in clubs or nightclubs and had never been to one. Entering alone, her courage faltered. Then—
"Hey! Over here, miss!"
"Me? M-me?"
A waiter in a butterfly bowtie approached her.
"Here for the nightclub? The guys tonight are top-tier. This is Kang Baek-ho guaranteeing it! Let me escort you!"
His smile was a bit sleazy, but lost and unsure, Jin-ah accepted his help.
"Th-thanks."
'Heh heh heh, jackpot. Straight to the VIP room for you.'
- Grip
Kang Baek-ho grabbed Jin-ah's wrist and dragged her to the room where his regular customers waited.
- Bang
"Gentlemen, incoming lady!"
"Wooah..."
"Ohhh!"
"Kuh... jackpot. Total jackpot."
The men in the smoke-filled room welcomed her with roaring cheers.
"Have a great time!"
Scoring points with his regulars, Waiter Kang Baek-ho shut the door and vanished.
"Sit here. Come on, sit."
"No, not there—here, here!"
"Fuckin' assholes, who paid tonight? Huh?"
The men vied to pull her to their side.
"Um, I... I'm meeting someone..."
"Then call your friend over. Sit first. Sit."
- Yank
A man tugged her wrist, seating her beside him. His eyes blatantly scanned her body, then his hand casually draped over her shoulder.
- Flinch
Her sleeveless dress left her bare shoulder feeling the rough palm directly.
"Let's have a drink."
He poured whiskey into the glass in front of her, eyes glued to her body the whole time.
'Ugh... no.'
Jin-ah tried pulling down her short dress to cover her thighs, but it only accentuated her upper body. His gaze bored into the deep cleavage.
"One shot! One shot! One shot!"
His snakelike hand slyly brushed her shoulder and thigh, pressuring her relentlessly. With no choice, Jin-ah
"Euk... bitter..."
took the glass and downed it.
"Wow, your figure's insane."
"Where you from?"
"How old?"
"When's your friend coming?"
Surrounded, Jin-ah's head spun from the barrage of questions. Was it the rushed whiskey? Dizziness hit hard; she just wanted to flop onto the soft sofa. Then—
- Vrrr
- Where are you? Stage-front table. You got 5 mins.
The phone vibration snapped her back.
"I... I gotta go."
"Aw, already? Come on! Why?"
As she stood, the mood soured.
"R-restroom!"
"Fuck, there's one right here..."
- Bang
Sensing danger, she bolted out the door.
- Thump thump thump
Ear-splitting music, sweat-and-smoke stench, dim lights. Dizzy from the booze, but terrified of Hyunwoo's scolding, Jin-ah scanned for him.
Weaving through the crowd toward the stage, but soon—
"Eek!"
Waiters grabbed her, dragging her to tables full of leering men. Creepy eyes and deliberate gropes on her chest and ass as she passed.
Forced to down a few more drinks and fend off their sleazy advances, she finally reached Hyunwoo's table.
But another trial awaited her there.
At the table sat Hyunwoo plus two other men: IT Team Assistant Manager Shim Jae-hoon and her husband, Lee Byung-joo.
'H-honey? Why are you here!'
Her husband's supposed dinner was at a nightclub with his buddies. Betrayal shook her to the core.
'How... how could you...'
Jin-ah sat beside Hyunwoo, head bowed in shock.
'Yeah... how can I blame him now...'
She'd tangled with Hyunwoo countless times; demanding fidelity from her husband was impossible.
[User Seo Jin-ah's Submission decreases by 3.]
- Zap
Her rage turned toward Hyunwoo, the architect of this nightmare. Whether he sensed it or not—
"Wanna sit next to my friend over there?"
Hyunwoo casually suggested the seat by her husband. Startled, Jin-ah peeked at Byung-joo's face. Thanks to the wig and heavy makeup, he didn't recognize her.
'What if he sees through it...'
What would he do if he knew his wife was at a nightclub in slutty clothes? Jin-ah shook her head furiously, refusing to go.
"How 'bout it? Seeing your hubby here—happy reunion?"
"..."
Hyunwoo whispered in her ear; Jin-ah tensed, fearing Byung-joo might hear.
"Nice outfit. Let's check... down here too?"
With her husband right there, Hyunwoo openly kneaded her thigh. His hand slipped into the dress's slit, invading inward.
- Flinch
His fingers soon rubbed her panties.
"Even the T-panties. Perfect."
From the brown wig to the side-slit sleeveless dress, nu-bra, and T-panties—everything he'd ordered. Satisfied, Hyunwoo claimed her lips.
"Mmph..."
With whiskey in his mouth, he crushed against Jin-ah's lips, forcing the liquid down her throat.
"Glrk... glrk!"
Caught off guard, she
- Gulp
swallowed without resistance.
'No... I hate it...'
- Smack, slurp
Not just booze—his tongue invaded, ravaging her mouth. Glancing sideways, she saw her husband staring intently.
'Don't look... please don't look, Byung-joo...'
But against her wishes, his gaze fueled her arousal; her panties were soaked.
The kiss alone sent thrilling jolts through her. Blame the forced drinks—Jin-ah boldly hugged Hyunwoo tight, pressing her body against his, savoring the sloppy kiss.
'Feels so good...'
Her husband right beside them, this was wrong, wig and makeup or not, he could catch her anytime—yet Jin-ah reveled in supreme ecstasy.
- Smack
Their lips finally parted, strings of saliva showing the kiss's ferocity.
"Haa... haa..."
"Get up."
No time to catch her breath—Hyunwoo dragged her to the stage. Showing her back to Byung-joo, Jin-ah belatedly remembered—
'No! The tattoo... it'll show!'
She covered the wing-shaped tattoo on her back with her hand.
'He didn't see, right?'
While rubbing against Hyunwoo on stage, she glanced at her husband—no reaction.
"Hauk!"
Hyunwoo's rock-hard bulge ground between her legs, poking her pussy through his pants.
His hands kneaded her ass wildly. The thin dress and T-panties left nothing between them—like touching bare skin.
'So embarrassing...'
Was it Hyunwoo's grinding? Her outfit? Every man in the club stared. They really were. Jin-ah buried her face in his chest.
'But... why does it feel so good...'
Her adulterous nature? Teased by another man in front of her watching husband, guilt and peak pleasure surged together.
Panties drenched, juices trickling down her plump thighs. The dim lights hid her shame.
They swayed to the pulsing music.
[User Seo Jin-ah's Submission increases by 1.]
[User Seo Jin-ah's Submission increases by 1.]
...
"Kukuku."
[Submission] skyrocketing without even fucking her.
Hyunwoo too—playing with her in front of her husband had his cock throbbing painfully against his pants.
'Fuck her right here?'
He wanted to drag her to a corner and pound her leaking pussy in front of Byung-joo, but too many eyes around.
Back at the table with Byung-joo and Jae-hoon.
"We're heading out first!"
"Bullshit, fuck!!! No loyalty, asshole. Having a blast all by yourself."
Jae-hoon, still chickless and pissed, yelled.
"Chill, I'll cover the bill. Okay?"
"Hoo... at least you got some conscience."
Still, Jae-hoon couldn't stop ogling Jin-ah clinging to Hyunwoo. Byung-joo too.
'Doesn't even know it's his wife. Kukuku.'
Her usual pure image twisted by heavy makeup—she exuded a fallen saint's decadent allure.
- Squeeze
"Eek!"
Showing off to Byung-joo? Hyunwoo's arm slid from her shoulder to grip her ample breast hard.
Too full for one hand, it jiggled rhythmically.
"Kukuku, gonna go fuck this bitch now~"
Declaring it boldly to her husband, Hyunwoo left the nightclub with the aroused pair in tow.