A grin spread across my face, unstoppable, as I replayed the video for what must've been the hundredth time today. The past few days had been a high I couldn't come down from. After seven months of pent-up frustration, I'd finally unleashed my desires and reclaimed my pride.
The woman in the video wasn't anything special—not unattractive, just… average. Especially compared to my girlfriend, Hanna, the dazzling social media star who outshone most women I'd ever met. After being with her, other women barely registered. But this one? She caught my attention when I overheard her story.
"Sorry… I'm saving myself for marriage, so I'm not comfortable with physical stuff…"
Normally, I wouldn't have cared about her prim little excuse. But at the time, those words hit a nerve. Maybe it was because Hanna had been shutting me down for months, citing her aversion to physical intimacy. That rejection had been eating at me, and this woman—Sunghan's girlfriend—became my target.
It took less than a month to break her. All her talk of premarital purity crumbled under a mix of alcohol, the cover of night, and a few well-placed lies. Once she gave in, she was hooked, unable to resist me. Hanna's frigidity was beyond my control, but most women? They melted under my charm and skill. Just like the one in the video.
As I watched, a message notification popped up, covering the screen. I frowned, annoyed at the interruption—until I saw the sender.
[Honey]
The pet name might've sounded cheesy to some, but it was the first time I'd ever saved someone in my phone with a term of endearment. That's how much Hanna meant to me.
"What's up?" I muttered, curious. Hanna was usually too wrapped up in her workouts and social media to text me first. She wasn't big on reaching out in general.
I opened the message and froze. It was a video file.
In it, Hanna stared at the camera, her expression a mix of embarrassment and unease. My stomach twisted. Why would she send a video like this? If she was filming it herself, why that look? Why was the video so long? And why now, out of the blue, when today wasn't special?
A cold dread settled in. This felt eerily familiar—like the video I'd sent to someone not long ago.
"No way…" I shook my head, chuckling to dismiss the thought. This was Hanna. I'd chased her for months, working part-time jobs and cutting off my shady friends to prove my sincerity. We'd only started dating after I agreed to respect her boundaries—no physical contact. There's no way she'd…
I hit play.
The video opened with a man's voice. "[Looks like it's recording well.]"
My heart sank. I wanted to believe I'd misheard, but then a broad-shouldered man appeared on screen, sitting close to Hanna. Too close. Their shoulders brushed.
My pulse raced, a mix of anger, anxiety, and something I couldn't name swirling inside me. My hand trembled around the phone. Normally, I'd have smashed it against the floor in a fit of rage, but I needed to see this through. I had to know what was happening.
Then I saw his face. "Ha… so it's like that, huh?"
It was Sunghan—the guy I'd sent my video to. I'd expected some kind of retaliation, but this? Convincing Hanna to get back at me? I hadn't seen that coming.
I laughed, bitter but confident. Even as the video played, I knew Sunghan's plan was doomed to fail. Hanna was frigid. No matter what he tried, it wouldn't work.
His hand grazed her thigh—the thigh I hadn't been allowed to touch in ages because of her aversion to physical contact. My teeth clenched. "That bastard…"
His hand moved to her waist, then her neck, lingering near her chest. My breathing grew ragged, each exhale a struggle to keep my temper in check. Even if his efforts were pointless, the sight of him touching her was enough to make my blood boil.
Then it happened. His hand slid to the back of her neck, and their faces drew closer. Their lips met, and just as their mouths parted slightly, Hanna shoved him back.
"Hanna!" I muttered, a surge of pride swelling in my chest. That's right—she'd never let this go further.
But then… they leaned in again. And this time, Hanna seemed to move first, more eagerly than before.
"She's… just trying to get it over with," I told myself. She didn't want to drag this out. She was probably forcing herself to act engaged to end it faster. Yeah, that had to be it.
"[Haaam… It's cold, brrr…]"
Their kiss deepened, ravenous, like they were devouring each other. Tongues tangled, mouths open, swapping saliva with wet, obscene sounds. Hanna clung to him, her arms around his neck, her eyes desperate as she tilted her head to make it easier for him.
Was this an act? Was she just playing along to satisfy him and escape this? I clung to that thought, but doubt gnawed at me.
"[Haa…]" A soft, feminine moan escaped her lips as his hand brushed her back—a sound I'd never heard from her before. It was delicate, provocative, the kind of sound that stirred something primal in me. Anger surged, but so did a shameful flicker of excitement.
Their kiss stretched on, a glistening thread of saliva connecting their lips when they finally parted. Hanna's voice came next, trembling but clear. "[Um, can you… can you go all the way?]"
I laughed, a hollow sound. "Ha, haha…" It had to be a line he'd fed her. Hanna would never say that on her own.
But then he grabbed her breast, and she didn't flinch in pain—she trembled, her hips swaying as if she enjoyed it. My jaw tightened. Hanna, who was supposed to be frigid, was reacting like this?
His hand slid between her legs, still over her clothes, and she clamped her thighs around his fingers, her body jerking with each touch. "[Ah, aang… It's too stimulating…]" Her voice was coy, dripping with a sensuality I'd never heard from her.
They looked more like lovers than she and I ever had.
"[Wait a minute.]"
"[Uhh? Kyaa!]"
He lifted her effortlessly, repositioning her legs as if showing her off to the camera. And there it was—her clothes were visibly soaked, the dampness unmistakable. This wasn't an act. Hanna was aroused, her panties wet with desire.
Her panting breaths, disheveled clothes, dazed eyes, and the way she clung to his arm even in such a humiliating pose—it was real. All of it.
His hand slipped inside her panties, moving deliberately as if to taunt me. "[Haa… Ah, I shouldn't… Hooo…]" A slick, wet sound accompanied each movement, matched by the strange, desperate noises spilling from her mouth.
"[Ah… Aang… Ahh… Ugh!]"
In less than a minute, she came. Her toes curled, her hips arched off the sofa, and her moans were raw, animalistic. Where was her frigidity now? She was writhing, soaking her clothes, lost in pleasure.
"Stop…" I whispered, my voice shaking. I wanted to turn it off, to pretend this wasn't happening. If I claimed I never saw the video, maybe I could salvage things with Hanna, lie to myself that we could go back to normal.
But I couldn't stop watching. Hanna, in a state I'd always craved but never seen, was right there on the screen.
She began grinding her hips against his lap, a silent plea for more. It was blatant, shameless. He responded, pulling down his pants.
"[Hooo…]"
"What… is that?" I muttered, my voice hollow.
I'd always thought I was well-endowed, at least by Korean standards. But what Sunghan revealed was on another level—like something out of an adult film, if not bigger.
"She'll be overwhelmed," I started to say, clinging to the hope that it'd be too much for her.
But Hanna's eyes were locked on it, dazed with hunger. She lifted her hips, positioning herself without needing to be told.
"[You want to put it in that badly?]" Sunghan's voice was casual, almost mocking.
"[…Yes…]" she replied, her voice soft but certain.
He'd dropped all formalities, speaking to her like they were already intimate, and she didn't even flinch. "[Then I'll put it in if you promise to be my sex partner from now on.]"
"What?" I spat, incredulous. That was absurd. Hanna was my girlfriend. She'd refuse, obviously.
"[…I will.]"
My world tilted. She shouldn't have.