Chapter 1 — My Girlfriend and the Nightclub

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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A while ago, I nearly broke up with my girlfriend after catching her in a secret affair with her department manager. We're still together now, and I've filed it all away as part of the past. But things have changed since then.

Even though I still love her deeply, something inside me shifted after that incident.

After that night, I started thinking: She's already been with another man. So what if someone else takes her right now? What would really change?

That thought helped me make peace with what happened—and honestly, I still feel the same way.

Maybe that's why, tonight, I suddenly wanted to take my girlfriend to a nightclub and watch her flirt with another man. See how far she'd go… haha.

So tonight, I went out with my girlfriend. And now, I want to write about what happened.

I got off work early and called her. Luckily, she also got off on time.

Earlier this morning, I'd already told her we were going to a nightclub, and she agreed. I even gave her a specific order: Dress as provocatively as possible.

She knew exactly what I meant. And me? I was quietly, intensely excited.

After work, I waited for her at our meeting spot. Right on time, she appeared.

From a distance, her figure approached—and she didn't disappoint. Not one bit.

She'd done her makeup beautifully. Her eyes looked bigger, her lashes curled high and full. Her lips were slick with glossy lipstick, so moist and red I wanted to rush over and kiss her right then.

She wore a dress—last year's lingerie-style trend. A pink, thin-strapped number that exposed her shoulders and the tops of her breasts. The bra straps were clearly visible, and the neckline plunged just enough to tease.

The hem ended about 30 centimeters above her knees, fully exposing her thighs. Anyone could see it—she'd dressed like pure temptation. Like she was lingerie.

Smiling, she said, "Honey, I dressed as sexy as I could, just like you said… How do I look? Pretty?"

She's shorter than me, so when I looked down, I could see a full third of her breasts on display.

"Wait… you came out like this?"

"Are you crazy? I wore a coat over it, dummy~" She showed me her bag—her jacket was inside.

We had a light drink first, then headed to the club. The waiter approached.

"Two guests?"

"Yes," I said, and he led us to the farthest, most secluded corner.

We drank, talked, danced. We laughed. We enjoyed ourselves. Then, I revealed my true intention.

"Sarah… why don't you try getting booked?"

"Haha, seriously? What if I actually cheat on you?"

"So what? As long as you still love me, that's all that matters~ Haha."

"Hehe, sounds fun. Fine, I'll do it. But don't complain later!"

"Go ahead. I actually want to see how good you are at seducing other men."

"Haha, just watch closely, honey. See how popular I really am."

Before we met, she used to go to nightclubs all the time.

Curious, and slightly aroused, I quietly left the table.

I went to the restroom, then lingered near the entrance, lighting a cigarette. From there, I could watch her.

After about two cigarettes' worth of time, a waiter approached her—she was sitting alone—and led her somewhere.

He took her to a quiet corner across from us.

I moved my seat slightly, repositioning myself to a spot with a clear view of that corner.

Two men sat there. One was already talking to another woman.

The waiter seated my girlfriend beside the other man, then hurried off.

At first, the man poured her a shot of liquor. They clinked glasses and started chatting.

He had long hair, reaching his shoulders.

She seemed to like him. They talked for a while. Then, she glanced quickly toward my original seat.

I wasn't there.

She looked around, confused, then said a few more words to the man before excusing herself. I saw her walk away, phone in hand.

As she stood up, her smooth thighs flashed. The man's eyes followed every inch of her legs, up and down.

My phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Baby, where are you?"

"Ah, just outside, smoking. What about you? Did the booking start? Haha."

"Yeah, I'm with this guy… he's actually really fun. I like him~ Hehe. What should I do? Should I stay?"

"It's fine. I'll just get some air for a bit. Have fun. Call me later."

"Honey… but what about you? Should I just stay?"

"Yeah. If you like him, just enjoy yourself. It's not every day I give you this chance~ Haha."

"Okay… I'll call you then."

She hung up, sat back down, and took another drink with him.

Then a third. A fourth. A fifth. A sixth.

They were drinking hard liquor straight.

The man clearly liked my girlfriend—he kept refilling her glass, and casually placed his hand on her shoulder.

As time passed, he grew bolder. He draped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close, whispering into her ear. Their lips nearly touched as they talked.

Watching them, I felt a strange, rising excitement.

This was exactly what I'd wanted to see.

Later, he got even bolder. (And honestly, her outfit was incredibly revealing.) He slid his hand onto her thigh.

Then, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her even closer.

They were laughing, talking easily. She giggled nonstop.

He must've felt he'd won her over—because soon, he began stroking her thigh repeatedly, his hand lingering, his smile dripping with lust.

She didn't resist. She just laughed, carefree.

Then, they went onto the dance floor together.

Watching them dance was a spectacle.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, grinding against her. She, in that scandalous dress, raised both hands to the sky, shaking her hips wildly.

He finally placed his hands on her ass, grinding with her, then sliding his palms down her thighs, over and over, tracing the skin beneath the short hem.

I felt a flicker of anger—seeing her act so freely with another man. But then I remembered: she knew this was my fantasy. She was playing her part.

So I let it go. And I watched. And I enjoyed.

When the dance ended, they returned to the table. He pulled her close again, whispering in her ear.

I knew exactly what he was suggesting.

One hand still rested on her thigh.

Later, she stood up, excused herself, and made a call.

My phone rang.

"Hey~"

"Honey~ the guy who booked me wants to go out for a drink with me~ Hohoho."

"Oh? What are you going to do?"

"Well… should I go? Have a drink… maybe go all the way? Hehehe."

"You're kidding me. Go. Just go."

Then she left the club—with him.

And later, I took her back to my place.

There, I savagely claimed the body that man had so desperately desired.

I devoured her—every inch.

And afterward, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

She knows the truth. She knows how much I love her.

But since that incident, we've learned to use men's desires—our twisted psychology—to play our own game. To enjoy each other in a darker way.

And we're both addicted to it.^^