Chapter 50: The Moment She Couldn’t Look Away

Ji-hye opened the villa door with a soft click. She stepped inside, exhaling after the long drive. Her heels tapped softly against the polished wood floors, echoing faintly in the quiet space. The scent of fresh laundry and sandalwood lingered in the air, grounding her instantly, making her feel at home. She bent to remove her shoes, sighing quietly, and dropped her handbag near the entryway with an absentminded thud. And then—A sound cut through the silence like a crack of lightning. A sharp, breathless moan. Wet.Raw.Loud. Ji-hye froze, one hand still bracing her ankle. That sound wasn’t the wind. It wasn’t the house creaking. It was unmistakable. A woman coming. Her breath caught in her throat, eyes blinking rapidly. For a moment, she convinced herself it was something else. Maybe a video? Maybe Harin on the phone? But then it came again. Another cry—higher, broken, shaking with something so visceral it crawled across Ji-hye’s skin like a live current. Not the exaggerated panting of porn or the flirty giggle of playacting. This was real. And she knew that voice. Harin. Ji-hye didn’t need to guess. And Joon-ho... he was the only one here. Her chest tightened. She stayed crouched by the door, frozen in place, muscles locked up with confusion and disbelief. Was this a mistake?Did they forget she was coming? Her hand went to her phone, as if she could just call out and break the tension. Pretend she hadn’t heard. Pretend she hadn’t already started feeling that creeping warmth rising from her thighs to her chest. But she didn’t move. She couldn’t. Instead, she stood—slowly, quietly—each step into the hallway deliberate, hesitant, driven by something she couldn’t name. The light was off, but ahead of her, a faint golden glow bled into the hallway floor. The bedroom door wasn’t closed. It was slightly ajar. The soft creak of the bed, the barely-muted slapping sounds, and that same rhythm of broken, guttural moans flooded out with each flicker of the overhead light. Her hand grazed the wall, needing something solid to hold. Turn around. Go outside. Wait in your car. But her feet disobeyed. She took another step. Then another. The crack in the door widened as she approached. Her fingers hovered near the edge, not touching. Her mouth was dry. Her mind screamed: Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t— But she did. And it shattered her. Inside, Harin lay on her back, legs wide, knees bent, arms wrapped tightly around Joon-ho’s shoulders. Her face was slack with ecstasy, her mouth open, eyes half-lidded in that fucked-out haze Ji-hye had only seen in movies. Joon-ho was buried inside her. Deep. His hips moved with agonizing control—slow, heavy thrusts that made Harin tremble each time he bottomed out. And Ji-hye could see it—see the way his cock disappeared inside her slick, swollen folds, the way Harin’s pussy clenched and twitched, juices pooling at the base of his shaft. She came again—Ji-hye could see it. Her whole body went taut, her mouth falling open with a sharp gasp as her pussy fluttered wildly around him. And Joon-ho—he didn’t pull out. He groaned, hips jerking. He was cumming too. Ji-hye could see his cock twitch, thick with release, as he poured it into Harin’s waiting, already-milking pussy. White dripped out immediately. Thick strings of it. It leaked from Harin’s pulsing core, trailing between her cheeks, a glistening mess that sent a jolt of electricity straight to Ji-hye’s core. Her knees buckled. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, her clit aching. Her panties—already damp from the tension—were soaking through. Her body was burning. I should look away.This is wrong.This is private. But her gaze stayed locked. She was hypnotized. And then Harin’s head turned. Their eyes met through the crack in the door. Ji-hye’s stomach dropped. Her breath caught. She saw me. A jolt of panic surged through her—heart racing, face flushing red. She expected Harin to scream, to throw a pillow, to scramble for a blanket. But instead... Harin smiled. Not shy. Not embarrassed. She smiled like a cat that had cornered its prey. Then, with almost theatrical slowness, she rolled onto her stomach. Her back arched. Her ass lifted high. Cum still dripped from her open pussy, streaking her inner thighs, catching the light. And she looked over her shoulder. "Again," she said. "Please fuck me again..." Joon-ho groaned low in his throat, repositioned behind her. Ji-hye’s breath hitched. And then he thrust. Hard. The sound of it—wet, obscene, undeniable—filled the hallway. His hips slapped against Harin’s ass. Over and over. Faster. Rougher. Harin’s moans turned into choked cries. Her body rocked forward with each slam, her hands gripping the sheets. Her voice grew hoarse, begging, pleading, welcoming every punishing thrust. Ji-hye’s hand trembled. Her chest heaved. Her nipples ached, pressing against her bra like they were trying to escape. Her thighs were slick with arousal. And her hands— Her hands moved. Almost without permission. One slipped beneath her blouse, fingertips seeking the tight peak of her breast. The other slid down, over her skirt, pressing into the front of her panties. She was dripping. She bit her lip to keep from making noise, breath hissing through her nose. Her finger found her clit—so swollen, so sensitive—and she cried out silently, body jolting as her legs nearly gave out. Inside the room, Harin moaned louder. "Harder—fuck—yes, right there—" Ji-hye whimpered, barely audibly. She rubbed small circles, slow and trembling. Her nipple was hard against her palm, and she squeezed it, trying to match the rhythm she saw Joon-ho pounding into Harin. She imagined that was her. Imagined her face buried in the sheets, her pussy stretched open and dripping, her voice cracking from being fucked too deep. God, she needed that. She missed that. Her ex never touched her like that. Never kissed her while pushing her to the edge. Never made her feel this way—raw, shaking, shameless. Joon-ho’s grip tightened on Harin’s waist, his pace brutal now. Harin was screaming, twitching around him. Ji-hye’s fingers sped up. She felt it coming—pressure building, breath catching, thighs trembling. Then— It hit her. The orgasm rocked through her like a wave crashing into a dam. Her legs buckled. She collapsed to her knees in the hallway, back pressed to the wall, hand still between her legs as her body jerked and shuddered. Her eyes fluttered shut. She bit down on her lip to muffle the sound, but her whole body sang with it. Her panties were soaked. Her inner thighs slick with her own cum. She tried to breathe—tried to gather herself—but the trembling wouldn’t stop. She looked up. Through the crack. And Harin was still watching her. Sweat glistened on her flushed skin. Her hair was a tangled mess. Joon-ho was still buried deep inside her—but her eyes... her eyes were all for Ji-hye. And she was grinning. Warm. Flushed. Triumphant. Not mocking. Inviting. Ji-hye’s lips parted. Her face burned with shame. But she didn’t look away. And neither did Harin.