Chapter 1 — The Bad Guy

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 few days ago, I got a call from my younger brother, Thomas.

"Hey, I've got some good (?) girls we can meet up with. Let's go together."

What do you think I said?

(Everybody) Call~~

On the day, Thomas changed the plan.

"Hey, they want to do it 2-on-2."

"Call! Call!!!"

"Hey, but what kind of girls are they?"

"Well~ their partner scores are probably about as high as yours. One of them I already hooked up with. They made a club and apparently seduce guys at cycling events."

"Are their identities confirmed?"

"Yeah. They're pretty too."

I hesitated a bit, but what could I do? I'm always the one preaching that life is an adventure, right?

So I started making arrangements.

"Yes, this is the reservation desk at a hotel."

"I'd like to book a room—just one bed."

There were four of us, yet I deliberately booked a single-bed room instead of a double. Anyone who's been around the block would understand why.

(Hell yeah, jackpot!!)

It'd be awkward for all four of us to enter a motel together. (And booking two rooms would break the focus.) So I pooled some cash and reserved a three-star hotel.

Let's call Girl A my sister-in-law. Actually, my fiancée—my brother's fiancée. From that day on, she became my sister-in-law, my fiancée, and my pleasure partner.

She also became the instructor who finally introduced me—after over thirty years of mere curiosity—to the world of anal.

She had hooked up with Thomas a few days earlier. A one-night stand. And now, out of curiosity, they were plotting another escapade. A grateful soul indeed.

She was a cute, charming beauty with a body like my favorite a famous singer—exactly my type.

Unexpectedly, she already had a boyfriend.

She'd met Thomas by chance through chatting and ended up sleeping with him. (So they really did connect.)

But to me, that didn't matter. When others do it, it's cheating. When I do it, it's romance.

Thomas was proud to call her his mistress. (So does that make me the second mistress?)

I just found it impressive—a woman capable enough to have a player like me as her side lover.

Thomas and I met at the arranged spot, a bar in Sinsa-dong, and held a strategy meeting.

"Hey! Did you bring Viagra?"

"Nah. Too embarrassing to buy."

"It works instantly though."

Before the meeting, I'd already gotten their photos from Thomas and done a face check. Still, nerves got the better of me.

"Hey. Are they better in person or in the pics?"

"In person, definitely~ much better."

"Good. Thanks, little bro. But tonight, I'm firing all the bullets."

My partner score, which had been stuck at 1 point this year thanks to a nose piercing incident, was about to jump by 4 points in a single day.

And don't start whining—why 2 points for two girls? Shut up!!

It's been over four months since the partner score guidelines were updated due to overwhelming complaints that one-night stands should count as 2 points.

We ordered a bottle of soju and waited. Maybe because it had been a while since my last dirty deed, the alcohol went down smooth—like water.

Twenty minutes passed. They walked in.

"Hello?"

"Hi..."

What should I call my fiancée's friend in family terms? Oops. Since she's my partner, I'll just call her my wife for convenience.

My wife was over 170 cm tall, wore heels, and had a near-model physique—slim and elegant.

She worked in a professional field, was well-established, and apparently played a leading role in a player girl community gathering.

Coincidentally—or fatefully—she lived in the same neighborhood as me. (Hell yeah, jackpot! Another sexy auntie added!!!)

"Isn't she just too beautiful?" (Ah, man, I really need to update my script.) That's how our conversation started.

With one or two shots of whiskey down, our talk quickly turned more explicit.

I declared I'd make the first move on fiancée. Blah, blah—ridiculous nonsense.

By the time the whiskey bottle was empty, all four of us were soaked with desire.

Too awkward to enter together, we split into pairs and took separate elevators to the room.

I don't remember much of the small talk—only that suddenly, the girls went to the bathroom saying they'd take a shower. (Are they lesbians?)

After they left, Thomas and I held hands like good buddies and went in to wipe our dicks.

A white lace panty lying in the corner turned me on.

"Whose panties are these?" I shouted.

Naked fiancée opened the door and stepped into the bathroom."Mmm, it's mine, honey~" she answered sweetly.

Ah, damn. Naked and no knock...

After kindly wiping each other's balls, we became Adam brothers and crawled into Eden—where Eve sisters waited—for the forbidden fruit.

At first, I was nervous, but thanks to alcohol, I transformed into a brave knight wielding my sword.

Contrary to our plan, Thomas pushed fiancée down and started a deep kiss.

Ah… damn it. I didn't think I'd have to watch that kid's live porn again… (Thomas's raw porn, first since a certain encounter two years ago.)

A greedy player like me couldn't just sit and watch.

Jealousy surged endlessly.

I left my wife, who had stripped completely and was just waiting for my move, sitting on the sofa. Without mercy, I charged toward Thomas and fiancée. (Sorry, wife~ I'll get to you later~)

"Let me in too~~~"

Just as I delivered a deep oral finishing move to fiancée,

Thomas had my wife seated on the sofa and was doing something. (That damn pervert… daring to taste my sister-in-law… right in front of me.)

We started thrusting like we were in competition.

Back to one-on-one service time!!

The 40-kilo fiancée received me in a face-sitting position, while the 50-kilo wife got the Buddha pose—feet together at the edge of the bed.

(Holder of 69 erotic positions! Player!!)

We switched partners three or four times, but climax didn't come easily.

Since the girls had to be home by 11 p.m., we couldn't go for another round.

But my cock, determined to stretch this bliss just a little longer, held back. (Thanks, little buddy~)

I grabbed fiancée's hand and led her to the bathroom.

I'd wanted to try bathroom toilet sex again—it was something I'd done once before.

But why choose fiancée over my wife?

Well, my wife lives in my neighborhood… I could probably hook up with her anytime. But the chance to have fiancée? That wasn't so common. (Excuses, excuses~)

"Fiancée, how come your body is exactly my ideal type?"

"Oh my, husband..."

That's probably how the conversation went inside the bathroom.

Squatting like that for too long, my legs were about to cramp.

(Explanation: she sits on the toilet in a peeing position, and I squat in front to penetrate. Short people can't do this—don't try it and end up frustrated.)

Suddenly, she said something shocking.

"Honey. Fuck my ass."

Huh!! An astonishing proposal.

I'd done surveys before—most women slap a guy who suggests anal. Yet here I was, meeting an extreme fiancée after so long. Looks like I was finally entering the backdoor world.

I'd always thought my cock was too thick—anal felt like an impossible mountain.

But occasionally, my perverted friend had tempted me:"Once you taste the backdoor, you'll never forget it."

Half fear, half excitement, I asked her.

"It'll hurt. Are you sure?"

"Mmm, I love it~!"

God, thank you.

She was someone who had already made anal a lifestyle.

The moment I pressed my near her back entrance, it slid in smoothly—like sinking into soft soil.

Oh! My God!!

Contrary to my expectations, I had an incredible experience.

I never thought it'd feel this good.

She, too, moaned more erotically than when she was being fucked in the front, clearly enjoying every second.

Big trouble, player… feels like I've found a new addiction. Where's this going? (A dark premonition—looks like I'll have to see fiancée often.)

Attacking from behind while playing with her front with my fingers doubled the pleasure. No—quadrupled it!! (Transformed into an anal maniac.)

After about ten minutes of ecstasy, I was pulled back to the bed by Thomas, who came to the bathroom door, shaking his bare cock and yelling,"Come back, man!"

We returned to the bed and resumed our square formation—each of us pleasuring the other. (Imagine it. How twisted is that position?)

In the end, Thomas finished by cumming in fiancée's mouth, ending the match.

In the morning, I found fiancée's lace panties she'd left behind, lying on the dresser.

"Thomas! I fucked your wife in the ass last night."

"Yeah, I know. The noise was crazy. Damn, I haven't even done that… was it good?"

"Yeah~~ It was my first time."

"Really? You've never done anal before?"

"Yeah..."

"How did something that big fit into such a tiny hole?"

"Thomas~~~~ Tell your wife the panties are with me now~"

"Okay~"

"Let's meet again next week~"

"Call!!^^"

I hesitated before writing this, wondering how it would be received.

But still, the earth keeps spinning, and here we are. So I'm quietly posting it.

Just one more thing to add…

Every human carries a little curiosity for something different, deep inside.

I'm just the one who acted on it.