Sinful Indulgence

“Jellyfish, help!” I screamed from the top of my lungs as a soft and slimy thing brushed against my legs.

Wriggling my body and kicking my leg to shake it off, I could only watch in horror as the gelatinous, invertebrate animal floated away from me. I had heard how dangerous some of them could be and that their stings could be very painful. Some of its species are even lethal.

“Anybody who can get a vinegar?” a voice rang in my head before a pair of strong arms lifted me from the water. I got stunned when I saw that it was Mr. Kim.

Just a while ago, I took a plunge under the water after a strange emotion overwhelmed me. Mr. Kim Mori, the man in my dreams, just punished me with a glass of wine after losing a game. It was a swimming competition under the moonlit night where I lost consecutively for three rounds. Who could ever win under his gaze? I even felt like dying in thrill and excitement every time he looked at me.

I knew I had no right to feel this way; he just got married to a woman younger than me while I was also engaged to Zed, a man I was in a relationship with for seven long years. Aside from that, Mr. Kim Mori was the man behind Kim Yuan Microelectronics, Philippines. And I knew that the branch in Mactan Export Processing Zone, Cebu, Philippines was just one among the branches around the globe.

 So, he was someone impossible for an ordinary accountant like me. He was as high and unreachable as the moon while I was just mud in the earth. Yet, I couldn’t help myself from getting infatuated with him. Watching him through news portals and even through tabloids and magazines always made my day. And I didn’t know what caused this madness within me because he was not a celebrity but a business magnate.

I only returned to my senses when I felt the hardness of the chaise lounge’s surface. Mr. Kim put me down on it while the rest of the workers gathered. Then, someone came panting, handing out a bottle of vinegar.

“Here, Mr. Kim!” the all-too-familiar voice made me look up together with Mr. Kim. She rolled out her eyes at me after Mr. Kim took the bottle from her hand. I also felt like giggling.

“You should see a doctor if the pain gets unbearable,” he murmured while glancing at me and while pouring the spicy and pungent fluid in my thigh.

I got caught in between looking at my stung leg and his face. It was when I realized I was only wearing a two-piece swimsuit. Before I dove into the water, I remembered tossing my swimwear cover-up in the chaise lounge where I placed my towel.

My face apparently drained its color because Mr. Kim looked at me worriedly. He probably thought I got scared of the sting since a jellyfish could be venomous. Yet, little did he know that it was because I was suddenly conscious of my nudity before him. I even caught him glancing secretly at the bulge between my thighs. And I knew the wet cloth had outlined the slit between the curves of my bottom lips.

“How do you feel?” he asked, looking into my eyes.

“I’m fine, Mr. Kim. I think that jellyfish is not the venomous type.”

I suddenly got confused about how to position myself. If I pull myself up into an upright posture, his face would be closer to my full-sized busts. If I stay in my reclined position, he would have a clearer view of the thing between my thighs. And I turned paler at this thought because I had been fantasizing about him in bed. I was too scared that my reaction would show.