Unsuspecting

It’s almost midnight. Even the bright neon lights of Neo-Seoul are unable to wash out the darkness under its ultra-urban facades. The splash of your footsteps in the puddles get drowned out by the pitter-patter of the rain. You make your regular stop in front of the hybrid tree, the light from its glowing leaves being one of your last sources of calm in these trying times.

It’s been six months— half a year since this new serial killer popped up. Three victims already. A pretty fast cycle for a psychopath.

Too fast.

It means only one thing.

That this is more than just a psychopath. Each target intended, though not matching in descriptions. Methods were calculated. Each crime scene being clean as a whistle. All bystanders could make out was a flash of yellow before they found the victims lying dead with their throats slashed.

Even thinking about the details gives you a headache. Continuous throbbing until you get to your apartment. It only dissipates when…

“Welcome home!”

…you hear her voice.

Chaewon. Your beautiful loving wife. The other last source of calm in these trying times. She takes one long look at you and instantly knows what’s wrong

“I could tell from your face.” She says as she hands you a glass of wine. “It’s your ‘I need a drink’ face which usually coincides with your ‘Work has been rough’ face.”

“I should work on hiding my emotions then.” You say as you take a sip. You plop down on your recliner after.

“You can try…” Chaewon says as she sits on your lap. The warmth of her body helps comfort you. Calming you down and helping you forget about the stress. “...but I’ll always be able to read you.” She finishes her thought with a quick peck on your lips.

It baffles you how she can remain so bright and happy through this darkness, especially after what the two of you went through. A year may seem like a long time for some people, but it was the most harrowing 12 months for a couple who lost their daughter to gang violence. An unprecedented shooting happening in broad daylight, and your four year old being a victim getting caught in the crossfire.

Losing your daughter was devastating for the both of you, but it had a heavier toll on Chaewon. For the first six months, she was unconsolable. Even after numerous therapy sessions and different medications, the toll on her was too much. She wouldn’t eat. Wouldn’t talk. All she could do was cry and hug your daughter’s favorite stuffed toy. You wanted to do something for her. Help take the pain away. But the pain was too much for you too. Still, she doesn’t know how much it helped you when you saw her brighten up again half a year ago. It felt like happiness was allowed back into your life again. Too bad it was short-lived.

“Try not to think too much about the case, hon.” Chaewon says as her back lays on your chest, her head resting on your shoulder. “The victims were gang members. They knew the risks of their chosen lifestyles.”

“I know, Chae. But it isn’t that simple.” You say as your arms wrap around her waist. “As much as I think they deserve what they got, it’s still my job to uphold the law. It protects everyone equally, even scumbags like them to my dismay.”

“I think you need a distraction.” Chaewon says as she starts shifting around on your lap. Soon enough, she was straddling you. “And I think I know the best way to distract you.” The smirk she had on was short lived before she crashed her lips onto yours.

Now, you weren’t going to fight her. Who in their right mind would? Might as well enjoy it. So you do.

You melt into Chaewon and her advances. Your hands find real estate on her waist once again, gripping tightly to match her soft hold on your face. Your lips continue to clash, trying to assert dominance on each other. Her hands start migrating down your body, before reaching their goal of your pants. She starts undoing your button and zipper, fishing out your length for her to play with. She lifts her hips up while holding onto your shaft before placing you into her core and sinking back down on your lap. The lack of panties should surprise you, but at this point it doesn’t. To her, they were nothing but a hindrance.

Chaewon takes you easily. The slick of her arousal coating your dick as she starts bouncing on top of you. Each time rising up and sinking back down. Her hips rocking back and forth, driving you crazy with each movement.

“God, Chae. Slow—”

“Shhh. Don’t think. About the case. About anything. For now, just let go and leave the rest to me.”

She has a point. At least, you think she does. Your mind’s all fuzzy to have any clear thoughts. You’re too lost in the pleasure. Lost in the lust. Maybe Chaewon’s right. Maybe you should just forget about the case. At least, for tonight.

All of Chaewon’s movements seem decisive. Intended. She told you earlier to leave everything to her. That worried you, making you think that she was foregoing her own pleasure.

Well, you were wrong.

Each bounce. Each grind. Even the smallest shift in position and movement showed how much she had in control. You were being driven crazy, sure. But you weren’t the only one. Somehow, with each movement, Chaewon was stimulating the both of you at the same time. Each bounce and grind not only pleasured you. Each one had your tip pressing deep inside of her. Each one directs the walls of your shaft to rub against the sensitive spots of her inner folds. She was bringing the both of you to the brink of insanity. Though that could be an understatement.

“Fuck— Chae!” Your hands travel upwards, brushing over her figure, feeling her breasts, ghosting over her exposed neck before finding rest on her cheeks. “You’re… so… fucking… perfect!” You manage to get out in between moans.

Chaewon leans back. The glow of the yellow neon lights breaks through the blinds, painting her with parallel yellow lines down her body.

“That’s right.” Chaewon says as she continues to bounce and grind on you. “Just focus on me. Forget about everything else. For tonight, let me distract you. Let me take care of you.”

She continues to do so. Her body gracefully moving in the darkness. Rhythmically grinding on you. Her mounds bouncing up and down following her movements. Her grips on your shoulders remain tight before crashing lips on to yours. You could tell from the kiss that she was getting close. Well, that and how her inner walls were starting to spasm around you. Fortunately for her, you weren’t that far along too.

“Fuck, Chae. I’m close! I’m—”

“Me too! Together! Please –fuck– Please!”

All it takes is one last bounce. Chaewon drives you deep into her, your tip meeting the entrance of her womb. It causes her to pause and tighten up, her inner walls fluttering around your shaft. It all works together in a harmonious fashion that causes the two of you to become undone.

In a shared moan, Chaewon brings the both of you to your shared nirvana. You explode into her, flooding her waiting womb. Her walls start contracting around you, milking more of your release out of your dick. A shared euphoria washes over your intertwined bodies, bathing the two of you in warmth as you hold each other through your synced climax.

After a minute, you both start to calm down. Your lips separate in a desperate need for air. Chaewon slowly goes limp in your embrace, her body leaning on yours for support. Her walls start to calm down, slowing down before coming to a halt. Your shaft stops pulsing inside of her after the last of your release sputters into her. Silence falls in the living room, replacing the symphony of moans, grunts and curses that the two of you were spilling. Neither of you move, save for the slow rise and fall of your chests. Chaewon’s head rests on your shoulder while your’s hangs back still lost in euphoric bliss.

It takes another few minutes before either of you move. Chaewon is the first, as she lifts her head to look up at you. You lift yours in reply, meeting her gaze. The both of you get caught in each other’s eyes, piercing through those galaxies straight into each other’s souls. For a minute, neither of you dare to move. Once again, Chaewon is the first to act.

She leans in for a soft but passionate kiss. No desperation this time. No clash for control. The embers of passion were still there, but now there was something more. Comfort. Peace. When she finally pulls back, she gives you a cheeky smile before letting you in on her intentions.

“Round two on the bed?”

“You read my mind.” You can’t help it but a smirk forms on your face as well.

“You mind if I freshen up in the bathroom first?”

“It’s fine. I’ll meet you in the bedroom. I might need a minute to catch my breath anyway.”

Chaewon gives you a bright smile before another quick peck. She finally stands up, your length slipping out of her along with some remnants of your combined releases. Your gaze is captured by her figure swaying as she walks towards the bathroom, shaken out of the trance by the door closing.

You’re left alone in the darkness of your living room, tired from the equivalent of running a half marathon, but also excited to run the other half. As you sit there trying to recuperate some energy, you notice a strange mark on the ottoman across the room. With the little energy you had, you stand up and approach the seat. On the edge was a red mark that, after years of being a detective has shown you, was dried blood. You open the ottoman to find three things that shock you.

A long and yellow coat.

A knife with dried blood on it.

And a list.

Each name is familiar. The victims of the serial killer. The gang members that killed your daughter.

It all starts clicking together. The puzzle pieces start falling into place. You knew what this was. Irrefutable proof that your wife was the killer you’ve been hunting for the past few months.

It lines up perfectly. The first body was found a week after Chaewon started feeling better. Each time she made a huge step in getting better, it coincided with another victim floating up.

It was never the therapy sessions or the meds. No matter how much you hoped it was. She’s been hunting down all those she thinks are responsible for the death of your daughter. Exacting her own brand of justice as a coping mechanism. Acting as judge, jury and executioner.