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Ki Shin-je’s brow furrowed as he opened the middle door and walked down the hallway. Saya, who always came running out like a puppy to greet him, was nowhere to be seen. And Ki Shin-je, who knew the reason, swallowed the curse that was about to erupt. Damn, Kwon Soeun.
He ground his teeth, took off his jacket and tossed it carelessly on the sofa, unbuttoned his sleeves, and headed for the guest room near the bedroom. On the living room floor, lit by a dim light, Saya’s pink furry slippers lay cutely askew. It had been two years since he and Saya had lived together, and he found her looking so disheveled lately to be cute, but he wasn’t happy about the reason.
He opened the door with a click, and a small creature, no bigger than a fist, was growling under the bed, watching him warily.
“Shit, Hiro.”
The little creature slightly tilted its head at its name mixed with a curse, then started growling again. The sight of it with its back arched and its fur bristling was pathetic, and he snorted. The cat with pure white fur and odd eyes, one blue and one light green, jumped onto the bed as Ki Shin-je entered the room and nuzzled its face into the nape of the sleeping Saya’s neck.
“Hah, that’s really...”
Ki Shin-je, genuinely annoyed, ran a hand through his neatly styled hair, quickly crossed the room with his long legs, grabbed the small creature by the scruff of its neck, and lifted it.
“Aaoong, Hiss!”
He placed the pathetic, struggling, hissing creature on the floor and immediately picked up his main target, Saya, with ease. The fishing rod it had been holding clattered to the floor. The little creature clung to Ki Shin-je’s ankle, whimpering as if to demand Saya back. Saya, who had been tossing and turning, immediately smiled and snuggled into Ki Shin-je’s arms.
“You’re here, Director.”
“Is it that, or me?”
Saya, who had been smiling with her eyes closed, opened them and looked up at Ki Shin-je. His steps out of the room were so fast that the walls whizzed by, and they were in the bedroom in an instant. The cat Ki Shin-je called ‘that thing,’ Hiro, was a gift from Kwon Soeun for Saya’s university admission earlier that year. When Soeun brought Hiro, who was born at her family’s house, she had to endure Ki Shin-je’s murderous glare. But Ki Shin-je, as always, gave in to Saya’s sparkling eyes, which had fallen in love with Hiro at first sight.
“Hmm, it’s not really a fair comparison...”
Saya, who had been placed on the soft bed, buried her languid body in the white duvet. Ki Shin-je and Hiro, a male, had been on edge with each other from the beginning. When Saya named the cat Hiro, short for ‘Hero,’ Ki Shin-je wore a visibly displeased, wry smile. The man who rarely showed his emotions made it very clear that he wanted to get rid of that damn kitten.
“So, at this age, should I be outdone by something like that? Oh, is it because I’m old?”
Ki Shin-je raised his lips in a sneer and took off his shirt. Saya’s big eyes darted around, and she forced an awkward smile. She would play with Hiro while waiting for him and often fall asleep. Besides, the five-month-old kitten was so cute and lovable. It was so smart that sometimes she thought it was like a person.
“You’re not old, you’re not old, Director.”
The sound of his zipper being lowered echoed lewdly. She had seen it countless times, but his body still made her heart beat faster, and she couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized.
“How long are you going to keep calling me Director?”
The two of them had already registered their marriage. But despite that, Saya hadn’t found a proper title to call him and only used the one that had become a habit. Besides, he was no longer a director but the president now. Saya’s lips pressed together.
Ki Shin-je moved onto the bed and leaned over Saya, trapping her body with his arms. He was extremely bothered that Saya’s attention was being diverted to the kitten. It also annoyed him that he, a thirty-two-year-old, felt this way about such a thing. Every time he saw Saya doting on Hiro, the urge to get rid of it surged within him. But then his kindhearted Saya would just cry and say it was okay, he thought with a click of his tongue.
“You feed the kitten, so why don’t you feed yourself?”
Saya, who had been looking up at Ki Shin-je, said “Ah,” and smiled awkwardly, as if she had just realized she hadn’t had dinner.
This is why he hated it. What was so important that she would forget her own meal to take care of a kitten?
“...I was going to eat with you when you came home.”
Look at her. Ki Shin-je rubbed the tip of his nose against Saya’s. He had already called to say he was having dinner out, but she was trying so hard to avoid being scolded. Saya, feeling ticklish, shivered and grabbed Ki Shin-je’s shoulder. She could feel the movement of his firm muscles in her palm. She stroked his firm, smooth skin with her hand.
“Why don’t you just say you weren’t hungry?”
He bit her nose with his teeth. He didn’t like her bustling around, going to university, and now she was making him think, should I just lock her up at home?
“What did you have for dinner?”
I really need to lock her up. She’s gotten so good at changing the subject. Who taught her that? Ki Shin-je grumbled to himself, knowing full well that she had learned everything from him. She could be so charming and not even know it, so seductive and not even know it. She certainly didn’t know that’s what made a man go crazy.
“Hanwoo omakase. Kim Siyeong’s new restaurant is quite good. We should go together.”
“Okay.”
Saya now knew what omakase was. Ki Shin-je shared everything he experienced and enjoyed with Saya. But Saya was still naive about the world. She inhaled his scent, moved the hand on his shoulder, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I like you so much more than Hiro, Direc- no, President.”
As if it was even a question, Ki Shin-je scoffed, holding her body that was clinging to him and lying down on his side.
“Oh, you like the President more? Who calls their husband ‘President’?”
“Um... you’re the President, so... and I’m still, um, young...”
As Saya stammered and searched for an excuse, Ki Shin-je quickly took off her pants and panties. Saya’s eyes darted around, but his hands, which had spread her thighs, were already stroking her soft, hairless skin.
“So you’re going to keep calling me President?”
“Aah, no, mmm, I won’t.”
He put his leg between Saya’s thighs and spread them. Her body, which had been tamed by their daily encounters, quickly became hot as if on fire.
“You won’t? So what are you going to call me?”
He pressed and rubbed her flesh with his fingertips, and Saya gasped, letting out a moan. The sensation of her hairless vulva was so fantastic that it changed Ki Shin-je’s bedroom habits. He had gotten into the habit of touching Saya’s vulva even while sleeping. His erect cock was pressed against her lower abdomen, leaking precum.
“Mmm, uh... h-honey?”
Ki Shin-je’s movements stopped, then became more ferocious as he plunged into her. Saya shrieked and groaned in pain.
“Fuck, honey?”
“Aah! Hah, ugh, d-darling?”
Thinking she had said the wrong thing in response to his growl, she said it again, and Ki Shin-je’s eyes went wild. He grabbed Saya’s waist, flipped her onto her back, and slammed his cock into her hole.
“Hah, you really, huff, drive me crazy.”
Saya’s body trembled as his cock filled her completely. A tremendous sense of satisfaction and fullness made her nose tingle, and tears welled up. Saya unconsciously spread her legs wider and wrapped them around his waist. Her hips lifted, and the connection deepened. That sensation made Saya shudder.
“Do you like your husband’s cock that much? Should I just leave it in without moving? You won’t have to worry about my cum spilling out.”
Ki Shin-je pressed his hips down harder, grinding his pubic hair against her tender skin. A red mark immediately appeared on her white skin.
“...Yes, I do, I do, aah, don’t move, ugh.”
“You want me to just leave my cock in without moving? Hah, are you trying to kill me?”
Ki Shin-je’s firm butt and thighs became as hard as stone. Saya gasped for air, wiping away the tears that had gathered. No matter how many times they did this, the sensation never felt familiar. Each time, it was as thrilling, overwhelming, and difficult as the first. It was so good, her heart was so fluttery, that tears burst forth. She didn’t know what kind of feeling it was to want to sob heartbreakingly even though it felt so good.
“Hah, Hi-Hiro,”
Through the small gap in the bedroom door, Hiro was sitting and watching them. Curiously, Hiro would never enter the bedroom if Ki Shin-je was there. Instead, it would sit in the doorway, hissing as if in a very bad mood. Saya, crying, looked from the door to Ki Shin-je.
Even though it was an animal and not a person, she felt embarrassed and ashamed to be seen like this. Ki Shin-je knew this and still pounded into her.
“Why are you bringing up the kitten when we’re fucking?”
A chilling coldness dripped from his voice. Saya rubbed her face against his neck, sobbing.
“Ugh, because I saw it, ugh,”
“You have the presence of mind to be thinking about that?”
Ki Shin-je thrust his tongue into Saya’s mouth, sweeping over her hot inner cheek. Saya sucked on his tongue, pulling in his saliva.
Thump, thump, thump.
A rather rough fucking began. His large, thick shaft moved rapidly in and out of Saya’s vulva. He hugged her small body and fucked her as he pleased. Saya, her face flushed red with tears she couldn’t stop, looked so beautiful that Ki Shin-je’s eyes shone like a beast’s. Saya’s face, crying during sex, still made him boil like hot oil. Her head was lifted into the air and thrashed around. Ki Shin-je gritted his teeth, looking at her face consumed by pleasure. He had tamed her, but she was so responsive and lewd that he felt he could die from how much he loved her. His cock, which didn’t seem like it could get any bigger, swelled up as her inner walls kept clenching. His mind flashed blank as she deliciously and softly clamped down on him.
“Hoo, say it again.”
He was coming fast. A strong urge surged within him to fill her womb with his cum and then fill it again, making her his.
“Ugh, what?”
Saya, on the verge of losing consciousness, trembled and asked blankly. The powerful thrusts felt like they would tear her apart. From past experience, she knew her climax was coming fast. Saya blinked her hazy eyes, shaking away the tears. The strange sensation of her body not feeling like her own remained, as if time had stopped.
“Who am I?”
The head of his cock, which scraped her inner walls, pressed deep into her cervix. A tingling pain in her lower abdomen mixed with the pleasure.
“Hah, hah, my husband, my husband, ugh!”
She was crying because Hiro was watching, but now she was completely oblivious. Ki Shin-je sucked on Saya’s cheek. He didn’t care that it would probably leave a mark.
“Yes, your husband. What do you call him?”
Her long eyelashes, heavy with tears, trembled.
“H-honey, ugh!”
Her tearful voice disappeared into Ki Shin-je’s mouth. Unable to contain his excitement, Ki Shin-je pushed her until she finally lost consciousness.
***
Sieun looked at Saya, who was a little nervous and looking around, as it was her first time in a place like this. Even to another woman, her face was so pretty, adorable, and lovely. Everyone wanted to get close to Saya, but only Sieun, Gaeun, and Jaehee had succeeded after a whole semester. If it hadn’t been for a group project, even the three of them might not have. Sieun, who was the first to be brave enough to ask Saya to be in her group while everyone else was trying to figure out who to ask, was proud of herself.
Jaehee, the only male member of the group who wasn’t there, bought Sieun lunch for a week.
“Unnie, is this really your first time in a place like this?”
“Mmm, it is.”
Saya answered, nodding her head with a naive, innocent expression. Everyone was surprised when they heard that Saya, whom they had thought was the same age as them, was actually two years older. Saya was a person who drew attention in many ways. Her appearance, her aura, and her actions all stood out. She never attended the freshman orientation or any departmental events, she would arrive just in time for class and disappear like the wind as soon as it ended.
Even though she was a freshman like them, she had an incredible way of picking her classes and electives. The students who paid attention to her schedule all agreed it was fantastic.
“Wow, unnie, you grew up very sheltered.”
“Unnie, the craft beer here is delicious. It’s famous around the school. If you come a little late, you have to wait in line.”
Gaeun chattered excitedly. At first, Saya couldn’t even speak casually to the two-years-younger girls, and she kept using formal language for half of the group project. The three of them wondered why she couldn’t speak casually until Saya explained that she was used to using formal language because everyone around her was older.
“It’s delicious?”
Saya showed her curiosity, holding the glass of beer. When Saya asked Ki Shin-je for permission to have a beer with her group members, he raised his eyebrows in surprise. He knew that she didn’t like to socialize with others. Even though she had to meet them for the group project, Saya had been nervous. She would get quite tired when she came home, seemingly from the stress of being outside. Learning was good, but social life didn’t seem to suit Saya, and Ki Shin-je was happy about that.
So when Saya asked if she could have a beer with her group members, he wasn’t happy, but he was also curious about her reaction to a new experience, so he gave her permission.
“It’s so good. But don’t drink too much, unnie. It’s the kind that hits you hard.”
Sieun and Gaeun were excited. They were proud of how close they had gotten to Saya. There were many rumors about the unique Saya. That she was a diamond-spoon princess from a chaebol family, that she was sickly and disappeared in a car with a driver right after class, or that she was an aspiring celebrity with a sugar daddy.
“It’s really good.”
When Saya, after taking a sip, genuinely exclaimed, Sieun and Gaeun laughed with her. This unnie is like a child. A pure energy radiated from her face. How could she be like that? The rumor about her being a diamond-spoon princess from a chaebol family must be true, they thought. She was raised so precious and sheltered that she was completely untainted by the world.
“Hey, Gaeun, didn’t you say you weren’t going to come here? That you used to come here a lot with your ex-boyfriend?”
Sieun asked Gaeun, as if a sudden thought had occurred to her. Sieun had a campus couple boyfriend she had been dating for almost a hundred days, and Gaeun had recently broken up with her boyfriend of two years, whom she had dated since high school.
“Yeah, I came here so often with that bastard that I didn’t even want to look at the place, but there’s no other place like it.”
Gaeun said glumly that no matter where she looked, she couldn’t find a place with food or beer as delicious as this one.
“Two years, that must have been hard.”
Saya’s eyes widened slightly at Sieun’s words. The word ‘two years’ particularly struck her. It had also been over two years since she and Ki Shin-je had met.
“Yeah, he was my first boyfriend, and since I did everything with that bastard for the first time, the aftereffects are huge.”
Saya’s eyes grew even wider. She then turned her head to look at Sieun, who was saying her boyfriend and she had been together for almost a hundred days, and asked, “Huh?”
“Those are the good times. I used to do events and all that crazy stuff for the hundred-day anniversary too.”
“Hundred-day, event?”
Saya couldn’t contain her curiosity and spoke up. Sieun and Gaeun looked at her in surprise at the same time.
“Unnie, are you a single-since-birth?”
Single since birth? What was that? When Saya tilted her head, Sieun explained, “Born solo,” and when Saya still didn’t understand, Gaeun asked if she had ever had a boyfriend.
“Oh, I’m not a born solo, I’m not a born solo.”
Saya laughed. This time, the two of them tilted their heads. If she wasn’t a born solo, why didn’t she know about a hundred-day event?
“Unnie, are you dating someone right now?”
Saya hesitated for a moment at Gaeun’s question. She wasn’t dating, he was her husband. They were married. She was about to tell them, but Sieun asked another question.
“How old is he? He’s not from our school, right? You disappear so quickly after class, he can’t be a student here.”
To the two of them who were staring at her, waiting for an answer, Saya whispered that he was thirty-two, and their jaws dropped.
“Thir-ty-two. That’s insane.”
“Wow, amazing. A ten-year age gap. Is that for real?”
Saya smiled awkwardly at their reaction. But he doesn’t look thirty-two, he looks like he’s in his mid-twenties.
“How long have you been dating, unnie?”
“It’s been two years.”
Saya’s face subtly brightened as if she was thinking of her boyfriend. A natural smile curved her lips. She looked like a woman in love. Oh, that naive unnie must have been completely taken in by an older man. The two of them started to talk more seriously, with a look of pity in their eyes.
Saya blinked her big eyes, looking back and forth between them. The two of them drank their beer in big gulps, as if they were worried. They had just said if you drink it too fast, it’ll hit you hard, so why are they doing this?
“Unnie, the most important thing in a relationship is playing hard to get, playing hard to get!”
Gaeun, still feeling frustrated, pounded her chest with her fist. She felt a pang of sympathy, as if she was seeing herself, who had been broken up with after two years. She was just like Saya. Because it was her first time, she didn’t know the first thing about playing hard to get. She was just happy, giggling, doing everything he asked, giving everything she had, and then she got dumped. He said she wasn’t charming or some bullshit like that, and a week after they broke up, he posted a picture of his new girlfriend on his SNS. The thought made Gaeun so angry she roughly ran her hand through her bangs.
After listening to Saya, she realized that Saya also didn’t know anything about playing hard to get and was just overwhelmingly happy. Her eyes were sparkling as if the whole world was pink.
“Playing hard to get?”
This unnie really knows nothing. It felt like she would be scammed and not even know it. She felt a strange animosity toward the man she didn’t even know, the one who was thirty-two.
“Pushing and pulling.”
“When the charm wears off in a relationship, it’s over. And to maintain that charm, playing hard to get is essential, unnie.”
Saya nodded as if she had learned something new, but her expression didn’t show that she understood at all, so Gaeun sighed and started to tell her own story. When she finished the story about him posting a new girlfriend on his SNS a week later, Saya’s lips just parted in shock.
“You get it, unnie? If you’re too nice, you’ll end up like me. I never once said no when that bastard wanted to have sex. He said he didn’t like women who were like logs in bed, so I even studied the Kama Sutra.”
At Gaeun’s lament, Sieun cursed and said that she was better off without that bastard and to wait for a Benz after that junk car left. Saya silently pondered Gaeun’s words. She was suddenly scared. She also had never said no to Ki Shin-je when he wanted to. She hadn’t wanted to say no at all. But what was the Kama Sutra? Why was there so much she didn’t know?
“Unnie, does the person you’re dating have a decent job?”
Sieun asked cautiously, watching Saya’s expression. She was worried that a gigolo might have attached himself to the beautiful, diamond-spoon unnie who was so untainted by the world.
Saya made a strange expression and filed the phrase ‘playing hard to get’ away in her mind. It seemed there was too much she didn’t know.
***
When Ki Shin-je came home, Saya was showered and lying in bed, carefully replaying Gaeun and Sieun’s stories in her mind. The two of them had passionately talked about how tension was important in a relationship. They were worried that the man Saya was dating might be a bad person, so Saya told them that he had a decent job and made good money, but the two of them remained suspicious.
“Saya.”
Ki Shin-je, who had entered the room, called out to Saya, who was lying in bed. It was a late hour, and the clock was showing one in the morning.
“You’re home?”
Saya turned her head, ready to smile widely, but stopped and pressed her lips together.
“...When the charm wears off, it’s over. If you show too much affection, they get bored easily.”
Gaeun’s words echoed in Saya’s mind. The man had so much, but she only had him, and she couldn’t lose him. He was her everything.
“Saya?”
Ki Shin-je saw the strange expression on Saya’s face and approached the bed. Dressed in a suit, he looked impeccable and handsome even at this late hour. The line from his neck to his shoulder was perfect. Saya, who knew how fantastic his body was, watched him sit on the edge of the bed. This man was still incredibly handsome, beautiful, and charming. Saya’s heart still fluttered when she saw him, she often found herself staring at him, and she couldn’t believe that such a man was hers.
“Did you drink a lot of beer?”
“No, I only had one glass so I wouldn’t get drunk.”
He stroked Saya’s hair. His eyes, which met hers as he tilted his head, were filled with a hot heat.
“How was it?”
“...It was okay.”
Saya didn’t know it, but there were always two or three plainclothes guards around her. Every single one of Saya’s movements was being reported to Ki Shin-je. Complete with photos. Sometimes even videos.
His large hand cupped Saya’s cheek. Saya kept her lips tightly pressed together, creating a walnut-like wrinkle on her chin, and just moved her eyes from side to side.
“What are you trying to hold back?”
Ki Shin-je chuckled and stroked her soft cheek. Her heart was thumping, and her fingertips and toes were wriggling.
“I’m not, not holding back...”
“Mmm, you’re not.”
“I’m, I’m just tired and was going to sleep first.”
“Oh, tired.”
“Yes.”
Her tightly sealed red lips looked so tempting to press. Ki Shin-je slipped his finger between her lips. His fingertip touched her teeth. Saya, who would have normally opened her mouth and bitten his finger out of habit, just kept her lips tightly closed, her eyes trembling. He could see the strain in her jaw.
“Saya, open your mouth.”
At Ki Shin-je’s low voice, Saya shook her head. They made love almost every day, and she was worried he would get bored of it. Saya was glad that she had met Sieun and Gaeun today. Otherwise, she would have never known.
“You don’t want to?”
He raised an eyebrow as if to ask if she was saying no. But his eyes weren’t angry; they seemed to find the situation rather interesting. Saya nodded briefly again, with a determined expression, as if making a big decision. She couldn’t bring herself to open her mouth and say yes.
“Because you’re tired?”
He kept asking, not letting go of his finger. Saya nodded briefly again. Ki Shin-je chuckled, removing his hand. Did she have any idea how funny her expression was right now? And how lovable she was? Her face was so red it looked like it would burst, and his mind, wanting to kiss and lick her to death at the sight of it, was probably not sane either.
“I’ll, I’ll go to sleep first.”
Saya quickly pulled the blanket up to her chin. She swallowed the saliva in her mouth. When she was with him, her body would automatically get hot. When he took his hand away, she felt a hollow emptiness in her chest, and she was disappointed. When she was in his arms, when she was with him, she felt the greatest joy in the world. No one could harm her. She had been the one to say no, but she was still disappointed and regretted it.
“Okay. You go to sleep first.”
“Huh, what?”
He responded so easily and casually that Saya was taken aback. She stared blankly, watching Ki Shin-je stand up. He stood up, naturally put his hands in his pockets, and smiled at Saya.
“You said you were tired. I should let my wife rest. Shouldn’t I?”
“Ye... yes.”
Wife. Saya’s cheeks flushed crimson. Whenever he called her his wife, she would feel a flutter in her heart. Ki Shin-je’s wife, Choi Saya. Saya was legally Ki Shin-je’s family.
“I’m going to go wash up, you go to sleep.”
Saya bit her lip, watching Ki Shin-je’s neat movements as he turned and walked away. Playing hard to get is really difficult, Saya thought, almost on the verge of tears. The idea that she couldn’t show her affection as she wanted was heartbreaking. It was a disaster.
***
Lim Woojin looked at the door to the President’s office, where Chairman Ki had just entered, then turned around. He felt ecstatic to be the head of the secretary’s office, which was bigger than it was when Ki Shin-je was the director. As expected, perseverance pays off. If he held on a little longer, he might also have a President’s office someday, even if it wasn’t this one. He felt like it was an achievable goal.
“Chief Lim, you look damn good.”
Why is his walk so cocky? Lim Woojin sent a displeased look at Park Seokhyun, who was entering the secretary’s office. If you look closely, Park Seokhyun seems to live without a single thought in his head. He always has a smirk on his face, makes provocative remarks, and does his work like he’s playing. What a pain in the ass.
“Are you complaining because I look good?”
The two of them bickering was a small source of entertainment for the secretary’s office staff. No one said a word, but everyone’s ears were open, and their lips were smiling.
“I’m not complaining, but I’m envious. You look good enough to get married now, oh, I forgot, Chief Lim, you’re a born single.”
Oops, Park Seokhyun said with an exaggerated gasp. A vein throbbed on Lim Woojin’s forehead.
“Hey, you son of a bitch! Am I the only one who’s a born single? You are too!”
Lim Woojin couldn’t hold back his sudden anger and shouted. The staff in the secretary’s office chuckled. A new hire was about to cry. Both of them were built like Olympic athletes, but every time they met, they’d engage in a childish verbal spat that always ended with Chief Lim trembling with rage.
“Did I say anything? I am a born single. When did I ever say I wasn’t?”
Park Seokhyun laughed, went to his seat, and looked at Lim Woojin as if he had more to say.
“Oh, by the way, I have a date this weekend.”
Lim Woojin started trembling with rage again.
***
Saya lay on her stomach in the living room, sucking on a wooden spoon. Saya, who liked all fruits, didn’t like grapefruit, so the housekeeper had marinated grapefruit in Manuka honey from New Zealand for her. The housekeeper had intended for her to drink it like tea in hot water, but Saya was eating it straight out of the jar.
The flavor of the grapefruit and honey was so good that Saya had been eating it frequently lately. Hiro was lying next to Saya on his stomach, dozing.
“Hiro, I think I’ve completely messed up.”
Saya took a spoonful of honeyed grapefruit, put it in her mouth, and chewed. It was sweet in her mouth, but her mood wasn’t.
Hiro, hearing its name, slightly opened its eyes, pricked up its ears, and then closed its eyes again. Saya popped the grapefruit sacs with her teeth and let out a long sigh. Did she really have to play hard to get? But then she thought that being together for a long, long time without him getting bored was more important, so she should endure this torment, and her mind wavered.
Ding, a text notification rang, and Saya quickly picked up the phone next to her. Her eyes lit up, thinking it might be her husband, Ki Shin-je, but after checking the text, she looked dejected.
-Noona, it’s Jaehee. I heard you had fun with Sieun and Gaeun? I wanted to go too, but I had a part-time job. Noona, have a beer with me too.
It was Jaehee, her group member. Jaehee said he had a part-time job every weekday and was disappointed that he couldn’t join them. Saya wasn’t wary of Jaehee because he was short for a guy and had a small, cute physique, so she wasn’t scared of him from the start. Besides, he was also charming and kind, so he made her smile whenever she saw him.
“It’s Jaehee. Yeah, it would have been nice if Jaehee had come too. Right?”
After Hiro came, Saya had gotten into the habit of talking like this. Hiro, as if it understood she was talking to it, would prick up its ears, rub against her body, and then lie back down on its stomach. Saya stroked Hiro’s head, and a small purring sound echoed.
-Okay, Jaehee, let’s meet before the semester ends.
Saya sent the reply and picked up the wooden spoon again. She had eaten quite a bit, but Saya didn’t notice and kept putting more into her mouth.
-Really? Noona, really?
Saya chuckled to herself, seeing Jaehee’s expression in the text. He was definitely cute.
“Jaehee kind of looks like a hamster, Hiro. He’s really cute.”
-Okay, really. Let’s meet on a day you don’t have a part-time job.
As she pressed send, a large shadow fell over Saya, and the phone was snatched away.
Oh! Saya turned her head, and Ki Shin-je, who she hadn’t noticed come in, was looking at her phone. Hiro made a strange sound and carefully avoided Ki Shin-je. Saya stroked Hiro, and it closed its eyes for a moment to enjoy her touch, then darted away.
“He’s cute?”
“Huh?”
Ki Shin-je placed the phone on the table and looked Saya up and down. She was half-standing. She was wearing one of Ki Shin-je’s white cotton T-shirts, comfortable jogger pants, her brown hair was tied up messily, and her jewel-like brown eyes were looking up at him. Her white cheeks had gotten even mochi-like lately, her red lips were slightly agape in surprise, and she had eaten quite a bit of the honeyed grapefruit.
“Our Saya, are you a noona?”
Saya smiled shyly and stood up. Ki Shin-je grabbed her as she stood and pulled her toward him. A sweet scent filled the air.
“Huh? You’re a noona?”
Ki Shin-je knew who this Jaehee person was. How could he not know about anyone related to Saya? He had done a background check on all her group members and knew things he didn’t need to know.
“Oh, I’m two years older than him, so...”
Saya mumbled, looking down. Why hadn’t she heard him come in? Usually, she would run to the entrance as soon as she heard him. And she hadn’t even fallen asleep in Hiro’s room today.
“This is driving me crazy. You’re older?”
Ki Shin-je squeezed Saya’s cheeks with both hands, making her lips stick out and look plump. He kissed her on the lips, then began to suck on them, and Saya, who had been still, pushed him away after a while.
“Have, have you eaten?”
Her lips, made wet from his sucking, were pouting prettily, and he pulled her into a hug. The unpleasant feeling he had brought home seemed to vanish. He licked her lips with his tongue. He could taste the sweetness of the honeyed grapefruit.
“I asked if he was cute.”
“He’s just, you know, young.”
Saya leaned her chin on Ki Shin-je’s chest. Her lips naturally curved upward at his sharp jawline and handsome face. I must like handsome and pretty people, Saya thought, blinking as if she had just realized something new.
“Is it good because he’s young?”
“What’s good is...”
...you, the President. Saya omitted the rest of her sentence, her lips closed, and only her eyes smiled. It really didn’t feel right to call her husband ‘President,’ but ‘honey’ or ‘darling’ felt too embarrassing to say out loud.
“Saya, what’s good?”
Saya jumped up, wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Ki Shin-je easily held her and sat on the sofa. The sun hadn’t set yet, and the blue sky was visible through the living room window.
“Why did you come home so early?”
Saya asked, blinking her beautiful, big eyes as if she had just remembered. It wasn’t often that he came home from work while it was still bright out.
“Saya.”
“Yes?”
“Answer me first.”
Saya laughed with an “Ah.” The arm around her waist tightened.
“It’s not good because he’s young. He’s just like Hiro.”
At Saya’s clear words, he chuckled. Even though he knew that Saya’s world revolved around him, he still hated the idea of her going out and socializing with other people. Besides,
[My ideal type is Saya noona!]
That was the content of a conversation he had seen in their group chat one day while they were preparing for a project, while Saya was away. At the end of some conversation, Sieun had said she would set Jaehee up on a blind date. She had asked him if his ideal type wasn’t a tall, model-like, cold city beauty.
Jaehee’s answer to that was the message he had seen. He said Saya was his ideal type and that he wouldn’t go on the blind date. After seeing that conversation, Ki Shin-je had deleted the group chat.
“Now you answer me. Why did you come home so early?”
Saya asked, fiddling with the collar of his shirt.
“Are you planning on being tired today too?”
“...”
Saya subtly avoided his gaze at the teasing question. She had learned about playing hard to get from listening. She had been told not to show her affection too much, but was showing a little bit okay? Her mind suddenly became complicated.
“I was thinking we could watch a movie, but if you’re tired...”
“No! I’m not tired. We can watch a movie!”
Saya’s bottom bounced up on his thigh. She loved watching movies with him. They didn’t sit separately, but would spoon each other in his arms, feeling his scent and warmth, and watch strange documentaries. Saya’s preferred genre was documentaries, as she liked watching stories about the world she didn’t know.
The home theater system with the wide screen in the large room was much better than a movie theater. Saya wiggled into Ki Shin-je’s arms, who had already sat down. She put her butt between his legs and leaned her back against his broad chest, and he wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her closer.
“Saya.”
“Yes?”
The room was dark, and a signal announcing the start of the movie appeared on the screen.
As she always did, Saya placed her hands on the arm that was wrapped around her body, turned her head, and inhaled his scent. A low chuckle came from above her.
“Is it okay to be this close?”
“Huh?”
Saya’s eyes widened, and she looked up at Ki Shin-je. He released one arm and gently stroked her stray hairs. Saya had been raised so preciously that she had gotten quite used to his affection. She loved his skinship, and when they were home together, she would often automatically burrow into his arms instead of sitting on the floor. Saya had gotten into the habit of hugging him and inhaling his scent whenever she felt down. She was still anxious about going out without Ki Shin-je, except for school.
“I sent you to school to study, but you’re hearing all sorts of strange things, tsk.”
The movie had started, but Saya couldn’t turn her head away. She just stared at the man’s face, which was stroking her hair and touching her face. What? How does he know all this? Saya’s eyes fluttered.
“Tell me.”
What? Saya asked with her eyes. The shadows on his face changed with each scene on the screen.
Saya’s body instinctively turned halfway toward Ki Shin-je.
“You were turning that little brain of yours.”
Ki Shin-je poked Saya’s head with his finger. A look of dismay crossed Saya’s face. As she hesitated about what to say, Ki Shin-je picked up the remote and turned down the volume.
“So, I... um, I haven’t dated anyone before, so I didn’t know.”
I know you haven’t dated anyone. Ki Shin-je curled his lips and turned Saya’s body completely toward him. The cheeky girl who made his heart soft didn’t even know she was cheeky.
“That, if you just show too much affection, they’ll get bored, and you shouldn’t let them get bored.”
“They’ll get bored?”
“Yes, they’ll say they’re bored. That you’re not charming. Oh, what if you get bored of me? I don’t have anyone but you, my husband?”
Shit, how did she get to be like this? Ki Shin-je lifted Saya up and sat her on his lap, her legs spread. As her lower body touched his, his erect cock brushed against her, and Saya flinched, then subtly lowered her gaze.
“Hah, you don’t have anyone but me?”
No charm, so I’ll get bored? What kind of bullshit did she hear? The girl he had raised so preciously was getting more beautiful and lovable every day, and it was driving him crazy. He wanted to lock her up at home and have her look only at him. He could have sex with her several times a day if her stamina could keep up.
His possessiveness, which he thought couldn’t get any stronger, was growing like money in a bank account, and it was driving him insane. You don’t have anyone but me? Fuck, fuck, damn it.
“That’s right, I don’t have anyone but you. So if you get bored of me and say you don’t like me...”
Saya suddenly stopped talking. Her eyes were red, as if the mere thought of it was too awful. Her nose tingled, and tears welled up. She couldn’t say that it was a hundred, a thousand times better to hide her affection and play hard to get than to let that happen, so she just bit her lip to hold back her tears.
“What a ridiculous thing to say.”
He had a general idea of what she was thinking, but hearing her say that she had been using her little brain to think about it made him annoyed and turned on at the same time. With a strange mix of emotions, Ki Shin-je lifted Saya’s chin and sucked on her tightly closed lips. Ha, he wished he could chew her up and eat her. He wished he could chew up and swallow even her bones, and that she would remain with him forever. She had no idea what he was thinking.
“Saya.”
“...Yes.”
“You can never escape from me, not even in death, Saya.”
He had sucked on her lips so hard that they were now plump and swollen. Saya looked up at him blankly. Her eyelashes were wet with tears.
“Stop thinking useless thoughts.”
Ki Shin-je sucked and bit her lips again. He bit her quite hard, but Saya didn’t react.
“Because you’re so beautiful, it’s killing me.”
His tongue plunged into Saya’s mouth.
***
Saya was swaying limply, her eyes hazy, staring into the air. Ki Shin-je was roughly ravaging her body. The movie had ended a long time ago, and only a blank white screen was visible. The sound of their bodies hitting each other filled the room. After being thrashed around, Saya struggled to escape during a brief pause in Ki Shin-je’s movements. Tears streamed down her face, falling onto the sofa.
“Aah, stop, ugh, I can’t, do it anymore...”
Saya reached out her arms to push him away, but her trembling hands just fell limply. Her body, which had been tormented for so long, felt numb, as if her lower body wasn’t her own, and every small movement caused pain. Moreover, the cum he had poured out had mixed with her own fluids, rendering the sofa unusable. Saya’s pathetic, non-rebellion was completely ignored.
Ki Shin-je started moving again, thrusting his cock in. Their lips met again. He pushed his tongue into her weakly parted mouth, and Saya, even while whimpering, intertwined her tongue with his.
“Ugh, huff!”
His tongue ravaged Saya’s hot, sticky inner mouth, not giving her a moment to let out a moan. Her lips were stinging from all the sucking and biting.
Her inner walls, full of cum, were dazzlingly hot and clinging to him as if they were melting. He pushed his tongue deeper, wanting to swallow every one of her moans. The crazy pleasure that made her mind melt didn’t fade. He grabbed Saya’s pelvis and rammed into her, thump, thump, thump! The wet, squelching sound was lewd.
“You said you can’t, but what’s this about you coming so much?”
Thin streams of fluid dripped from Saya’s body. She had already come so many times she couldn’t count. Saya was on the verge of losing consciousness. She felt like she was going to die, flailing in a pleasure that was like pain.
Ki Shin-je thrusted a few more times, then came inside Saya. Even while coming, he slowly grinded his hips and sucked on Saya’s lips. The cum overflowed between their mouths, dripping down. All the strength drained from Saya’s body.
“Hah, hah... I’m full, stop...”
The metallic smell of cum filled the room. Her womb felt full. Saya’s body was covered in Ki Shin-je’s scent.
“Fuck, bored of me?”
The more he thought about it, the more absurd it was. She should be saying something that made sense, not something that made his eyes go wild.
“N-no, I’m not, not bored.”
Saya shook her head frantically, gasping for breath. The part of Ki Shin-je that was still inside her didn’t seem to have shrunk at all. It was so hopeless that sorrow erupted. Her body didn’t feel like her own, and she wished she could just faint.
Kisses kept raining down on her cheeks and lips.
“I told you to swallow it all, not let it drip out. Should I give you more?”
At his mumbled words, Saya burst into sobs. Why didn’t this man ever get tired? This was definitely not normal. She couldn’t take any more, her lower body was stretched, numb, and sore, but the problem was that it wasn’t just painful, it felt so good. Why did it feel good? It shouldn’t feel good. Saya covered her eyes with the back of her hand and sobbed, forgetting that her tears would only make Ki Shin-je more excited.
“Why are you crying when your pussy loves it so much?”
Ki Shin-je pressed on the area around Saya’s hole with his fingertips, as if he was about to put his finger in. Saya, crying, became scared and removed her hand. Ki Shin-je’s cock was already more than she could handle; if he added his finger, she really might tear and her body would be ruined.
“Ugh, ugh, you’re an an-animal.”
Ki Shin-je let out a low laugh and bit Saya’s neck hard. Saya’s breath hitched, and her head tilted back. Thump, thump, his cock started pounding again. Saya’s weak screams broke off like a staccato. The hot pillar of fire rammed into her so hard it felt like it would tear her body apart. Saya instinctively tried to pull away with all her might.
“Where are you going, while we’re fucking?”
Ki Shin-je laughed, grabbed Saya’s hips, and thrust deeply as if to put his balls in. Saya’s thighs trembled. He held her limp body and moved shallowly and deeply, teasing her inner walls. Saya’s white body was all red with the marks where he had licked and bitten her.
“Uuugh, fucking, aah, die, hah, per-vert, ugh.”
She didn’t want to feel it, but the pleasure kept rushing in. A hot breath and laughter flowed into Saya’s ear. I love you, Saya. Words like that, so sweet they could make her melt, kept filling her ears like a dream.
***
Finally, summer vacation. While she enjoyed going to school, her mind felt at ease now that she was on break. Saya, who didn’t usually get bothered by the heat, found this summer to be particularly difficult. She had a constitution that didn’t sweat easily, so she often wore long sleeves even in summer, but this year it was just too hot.
“Saya, should we get something cold to eat?”
Soeun held Saya’s hand and headed to the parking lot. All the shopping had been delivered, so now they just needed to eat.
“Patbingsu.”
Even walking for a short while in the parking lot after being in a cool building was hot. Saya fanned her face with her hand.
“Are you that hot? Should we go to Jaeha Hotel? Their summer bingsu is famous. I don’t know if we can get it now. They sell out so fast.”
As soon as Soeun started the car, she turned the air conditioner to its lowest temperature and set it to full blast. Saya’s mouth was already watering at the mention of bingsu. Without realizing that she had been craving cold things all summer, Saya felt happy and hummed a tune.
“Is it sold out already?”
But as Soeun had said, the bingsu was already gone. Saya’s face immediately fell. She suddenly wanted bingsu even more.
“Saya, should we go eat something else?”
“...Yes.”
Soeun looked at Saya, who answered with a face full of disappointment, and took her phone out of her handbag.
“Wait a minute, we have connections. We should use them.”
She dialed a number and winked at Saya. Saya craned her neck to look inside the cafe. The window seats and other tables were almost all full, and there were no empty seats to be seen.
“Uh, it’s me. Why do you guys sell bingsu like this at your hotel cafe? Can’t you just sell more?”
Soeun squinted, took the phone away from her ear to glare at it for a moment, then put it back and yelled.
“You bastard, I’m not the one who wants it, your wife does! Saya is standing here looking like she’s dying to eat it!”
Even in her excitement, she had tried her best to use clean language because of Saya. If Saya hadn’t been there, the sentence would have been filled with words like ‘fuck,’ ‘bastard,’ and ‘damn.’
Thump!
Then Soeun screamed. Saya, who had been standing next to her, had fainted. Before the cafe staff could come out, the guards who were nearby rushed over.
“Ki Shin-je! Something big has happened!”
Soeun stomped her feet.
Saya was lying in bed, her face pale. Ki Shin-je’s face was cold and hard.
‘She’s pregnant. She’s eight weeks along, and we’ve removed the birth control implant in her arm.’
He sighed, recalling the doctor’s words. There was a small bandage on her forehead where she had hit it when she fell. An IV drip was in her thin arm. She hated hospitals.
‘The mother and baby are healthy, but the mother is on the weaker side, so it’s best to be careful. Her iron levels are a bit low, so I’ll prescribe some iron supplements.’
At the unexpected news, Ki Shin-je’s black eyes deepened. A baby, he didn’t need one.
Saya’s eyelids fluttered, then her eyelashes slowly lifted. After a few blinks, she turned her head and saw Ki Shin-je sitting beside her. Saya silently looked at the unfamiliar hospital room and the needle in her arm.
“Are you in pain?”
Ki Shin-je stroked Saya’s cheek. She had been craving sweets and her appetite had increased lately, and he had thought it was cute, but he never expected this.
“I’m not in pain. Did I faint?”
She remembered standing there, and her vision suddenly went blurry. She blinked, and everything went white, and then she woke up in the hospital.
“Yes, you fainted. I was so scared I almost died.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I was a bit dizzy,”
“You’re pregnant.”
“...”
Her already pale face became even paler. She opened her mouth in shock, but no words came out. Ki Shin-je stroked Saya’s cheek and touched her earlobe. His touch was warm and gentle, but his eyes were cold.
“Eight weeks. A baby having a baby.”
Ki Shin-je didn’t hesitate or beat around the bush. If he hadn’t expected the pregnancy, why would Saya? He was planning on doing whatever she wanted if she said she didn’t want to have the baby. After all, all he needed was Saya. He was planning to get a vasectomy this time.
“...Pre-pregnant.”
“Yes.”
“A baby, in my stomach... really?”
Ki Shin-je nodded. Of course, it would be a miracle if she didn’t get pregnant after he had poured his cum into her so many times.
Saya covered her lower abdomen with her hand. Her big eyes shook with confusion. She had never once thought about it. Even after meeting him, registering their marriage, and living together, a baby was never on her mind. She, as a mother, had never, ever...
Saya suddenly thought of Yoon Madam, the woman who gave birth to her. The person she had never been able to call ‘mom’ or hug, the person who had given birth to her. A tear quickly gathered in her shaking eyes and fell.
“...I’m scared.”
Ki Shin-je licked away Saya’s tearful tears with his tongue.
“You don’t have to be scared. I can do whatever you want.”
“I don’t know.”
Saya looked at Ki Shin-je, scared. She was afraid. She didn’t know what it was like to have a mother, so could she be a good mother?
“If you don’t want to have the baby,”
“It’s not that, it’s not that I don’t want to,”
“Huh, it’s not that?”
Ki Shin-je calmly waited for Saya to speak. Ki Shin-je knew what choice the soft-hearted and kind Saya would make. Even if it wasn’t a choice he liked.
But a daughter who looked like Saya might not be so bad. Two women who drove him crazy, that was a little tempting.
“...I don’t know if I can be a good mom. What if the baby doesn’t like me?”
Saya covered her lower abdomen with both hands. In fact, Saya only had one choice, just as Ki Shin-je had thought. But she was confused, scared, and worried. She didn’t know how to do it.
“Saya, the baby should be thankful to be born to you.”
Because it would be a child born from Saya’s choice. Because it would receive so much love from its mother. Ki Shin-je kissed Saya’s cheek. Saya took a deep breath, closed her eyes, then slowly opened them.
“Because the dad is there, and the dad is smart and cool... I guess it’s okay.”
She wiggled her hands, saying very carefully that she didn’t trust herself, but she trusted her husband. Ki Shin-je chuckled and kissed Saya’s lips. When he heard she had fainted, he felt like the sky was falling and couldn’t think of anything else. His heart sank, and he couldn’t breathe properly. Being pregnant was better than being sick, at least.
“Are you subtly trying to pass off child-rearing to me?”
Ki Shin-je sucked on Saya’s lips. He gently took her swollen lower lip into his mouth, then let go.
“Because, um, you’re good at everything, honey?”
Hah, what a vixen. Ki Shin-je grabbed Saya’s cheeks and shook her gently. With the un-dried tears still in her eyes, Saya smiled a little. She wasn’t alone.
“Child-rearing, it’s my taste...”
“Hah, Saya.”
He grabbed Saya’s cheeks and roughly thrust his tongue into her mouth. Damn taste, just you wait if it’s not a daughter.
***
Saya, who had been so scared and worried that the baby wouldn’t like her, fell in love with her son at first sight.
Ki Jeya, the baby Ki Shin-je had hoped would be a daughter who looked like Saya, was a son who looked exactly like Ki Shin-je. The only difference was that Ki Jeya had Saya’s eye and hair color, a light brown with little pigment, which made him look a lot like Saya when his eyes were open.
Hah, Ki Shin-je heard the door open and stared into the air. Saya probably thought he was asleep and slipped out like an eel, but Ki Shin-je hadn’t been asleep at all. He sat up and looked at the door that hadn’t been closed. She wasn’t even tired; she left the room as if she were a nine-tailed fox looking for a liver. Ki Shin-je picked up the gown from the floor and put it on, going out to catch the nine-tailed fox.
Saya lay on a small bed, looking at the peacefully sleeping Ki Jeya. Did I really give birth to this child? Did such a beautiful child really come from my belly? She found it so amazing and her heart was so full that no matter how many times she looked at him, she wanted to see him more, and even while she was looking at him, she wanted to see him.
Jeya, who was over a year old, looked exactly like his father, making Saya’s heart flutter even more. As he chewed on his lips while sleeping, Saya held her chest and smiled. He not only looked like his father, but also had his physique, which had made Saya’s pregnancy difficult from the start. He grew so quickly that she had to have a C-section much earlier than her due date.
Ki Shin-je didn’t hide his displeasure that she had to have a scar on her precious body. She had worried a lot throughout her pregnancy, but the moment she first saw Jeya, Saya knew that even if she didn’t know if she could be a good mother, she could love him as much as she loved her husband, Ki Shin-je.
“Jeya.”
Saya called her son’s name very softly. Her hand twitched, wanting to touch his chubby cheeks, but she held back. The baby smelled of sweet powder. As she thought of wanting to bite those cheeks, she realized that this might be the reason Ki Shin-je bit and licked her. He was so happy, so crazy about how cute she was. A deep smile spread across Saya’s face as she looked at Jeya.
“He sleeps well, Jeya.”
Everyone thought the calm child’s personality was like Saya’s, but in fact, Jeya was a carbon copy of Ki Shin-je, even in personality. Even as a baby, he was clear about what he liked and disliked, and he wouldn’t even look at things he disliked.
“The baby’s sleeping well, so what are you doing here?”
Ki Shin-je entered the carpeted room. His loose gown and his elegant, predatory movements were like a top predator’s. Hiro, who was sleeping on the floor next to Saya, turned its body away with a huff. Saya took her hand off the bed rail and reached out to him. Ki Shin-je’s furrowed brow, which had been slightly displeased, softened.
He really is a nine-tailed fox. He hugged Saya, who was holding her arms out to him, and buried his nose in her neck. Her body, which had been washed before bed, had a faint woody scent. It was the same as his, but her woody scent was sweet.
“Because he’s so pretty.”
Saya mumbled and hugged Ki Shin-je’s neck tightly. If she hugged Jeya like this, it would hurt him. Saya turned her head and took in Jeya’s appearance again. The long-limbed child squirmed, then went back to sleep with both arms raised.
“Saya.”
“Yes.”
“I think I’m going to get a little twisted.”
Ki Shin-je clicked his tongue as he looked at the sleeping Jeya. Saya, who had been too afraid to even touch Jeya when she first saw him, had managed to breastfeed him exclusively until he turned one. He had even tasted her breast milk under the pretense of massaging her enlarged breasts. When he remembered Saya’s face as she screamed while he sucked on her breasts, his cock immediately hardened.
“Huh?”
Saya turned her gaze from Jeya and looked at Ki Shin-je. In fact, Saya was holding back a lot. She hated leaving Jeya alone in this big room every night. So, she would sneak out when it was late to check on Jeya. The video she watched from her room just made her more restless.
“Do you like Ki Jeya that much?”
Of course she did. Saya’s eyes were wide and blank. He was the son of the only man she had. He was a precious child who was so pretty that she would get restless if she didn’t see him all day. She had only had one man, but now she had two. It made her feel like she had endured all that hellish time just to be this happy.
“I like Ki Shin-je.”
She smiled brightly, without a single trace of deceit. She knew he was weak for her. Saya now knew that he hated it when her gaze turned away from him and when her body was separated from him. Because she was the same. And Saya also knew how to melt a man like that.
“I raised you thinking you were a puppy, but you’re a fox.”
Ki Shin-je bit Saya’s cheek. Saya let out a small laugh. Ki Shin-je was the man who was better at child-rearing than Saya, even though he was displeased with his son. He was much more skilled at changing diapers, bathing him, and feeding him baby food than Saya was.
“Ki Shin-je and Ki Jeya are both mine, so I’m so, so happy.”
Saya had no interest in money, but the assets under her name were already enormous. She had received a considerable amount from Choi Beom as gifts, and the buildings and stocks that Ki Shin-je and Chairman Ki had put under her name were also vast, but Saya still said that all she had was Ki Shin-je, and now, Ki Jeya too.
“Ugh, I’m so happy that you’re mine too, but stop looking at Ki Jeya.”
If he didn’t come in and take her away like this, Saya would stay up all night looking at Jeya. About a month ago, he had gone on a one-night, two-day business trip to Jeju Island. On the flight back, he had checked the video footage just in case, and he saw that Saya had been dozing off and waking up next to Jeya all night.
He was already annoyed with the kitten, but now something even more powerful had appeared.
“Honey.”
Saya’s face turned red. It had been four years since they had been living and sleeping together, but she still blushed at the endearment. Ki Shin-je’s eyes narrowed. He had a hunch what she was going to say.
“No.”
Saya bit into Ki Shin-je’s neck, who refused without even listening. She just bit him, not hard, but with a slight nibble, and groaned to herself. Ugh, Ki Shin-je tilted his head back, making it easier for her to chew.
“It’s pitiful to leave him alone.”
She mumbled, dragging out her words as she nibbled on his neck.
Pitiful? What a load of crap. How could Ki Jeya be pitiful? If other people heard that, they would be dumbfounded. He was born into the Jeya Group, and his maternal grandfather was the President, so that was an absurd thing to say.
“Suck harder.”
He grabbed the back of Saya’s head and pressed her down, whether she was chewing or sucking on his neck, it was ticklish.
“Do you want to show Ki Jeya us fucking?”
When he asked mischievously, Saya shook her head quickly and vigorously. The sound of her sucking on his skin and her mumbling “no” were mixed together.
Ki Shin-je carefully held Saya’s bottom and headed for their bedroom. Should he send Jeya abroad to study when he gets a little older? Saya would hate that.
“You shouldn’t say things like that to Jeya.”
Saya dangled her legs and protested softly. She was so tired from not sleeping that her eyelids were heavy. Saya pressed her nose into his gown, inhaling his scent, and let out a pleasant moan.
“He has to grow up to be pretty and good like you, honey.”
Her voice was thick with sleepiness. Why did she sneak out every night when she was like this? Tsk.
“...Cool, ...and wonderful.”
“Is your husband cool, wonderful, and pretty?”
He lay down on the bed with her and hugged her body tightly, leaving no gaps. Saya snuggled deeper into his warm embrace.
“Mm-hmm, pretty... I love... you.”
Her voice faded. He kissed Saya’s forehead as she quickly fell asleep and laughed softly.
***
Fuck, are the bastards who hit on my wife even when she’s holding a baby completely crazy? Ki Shin-je leaned against the car and exhaled a puff of cigarette smoke. His narrowed eyes were sharp. His gaze was fixed on the cafe. It was a cafe near their house that Saya often came to with Jeya. The cafe, a favorite of Saya’s not for the coffee but for the desserts, was popular with women because of its handsome male part-time workers.
Saya was laying Jeya in the stroller, and a part-time worker was loitering next to her. Ki Shin-je roughly flicked the cigarette ash and headed into the cafe.
“Welcome.”
A bright sound of wind chimes and a cheerful voice greeted him. Everyone in the cafe looked in one direction, but the subject of the stares treated everyone as if they were invisible and walked straight toward Saya, who was sitting by the window.
“Jeya, you can see outside well, can’t you?”
Saya was busy adjusting the safety belt on Jeya, who was lying in the stroller. Saya also treated the part-time worker loitering next to her as if he were invisible. The part-time worker flinched when he saw Ki Shin-je, bowed his head briefly to greet him, and then awkwardly moved away.
“Saya.”
“Oh! Jeya, it’s Dad!”
Following her brightly smiling mother, Jeya smiled brightly at Ki Shin-je.
“Da-da!”
Jeya, who had been quiet, started wriggling and reached his arms out to Ki Shin-je. He was doing the exact same things as his mother. Ki Shin-je unbuckled the safety belt that Saya had fastened and picked up Jeya. Jeya wrapped his short arms around his father’s neck and rubbed his face all over his father’s face. Ki Shin-je laughed at the soft, powdery cheeks. His personality was definitely like his, but his actions were like Saya’s, melting his heart.
“How did you know I was here?”
The naive Saya still didn’t know that the watch on her wrist had a GPS tracker. Not to mention the one on her phone. Ki Shin-je sat down next to Saya, holding Jeya. The murmuring around them didn’t stop.
“I saw you as I was passing by.”
Ki Shin-je looked at the cake, croffle, and lemon madeleines that Saya had ordered, and then at Saya, who was looking at him with her brown eyes sparkling. Her short bob, which she had cut because her hair was falling out a lot after giving birth to Jeya, was fresh and pretty. He remembered the Saya he had first seen when she was twenty. He probably fell in love at first sight. He reached out and put his arm around Saya’s shoulder.
“It’s three o’clock, Jeya’s vaccination.”
Saya nodded. That was why she had come out a little early. She had thought she would sit in the cafe, get some fresh air, and then go to the hospital. The warm spring sunlight streamed through the window. Saya and Jeya’s brown pupils became brighter. Jeya wiggled and sucked on his hand. Jeya, who preferred being held by Ki Shin-je than Saya, babbled in his comfortable embrace.
“Is that why you came?”
She had never gone to the hospital alone with Jeya. Saya took a bite of a lemon madeleine and put the rest in Ki Shin-je’s mouth. Ki Shin-je, who hated snacks, frowned but chewed the madeleine that Saya gave him.
“I talked to your father-in-law this morning.”
He was captivated by her pretty, munching lips.
“He said he missed Jeya and asked if we could have dinner together.”
He should be out playing golf. Chairman Ki, who had started going abroad less after Saya got pregnant, was now rarely abroad since Jeya was born.
“Who else did you talk to?”
“Hmm, Jaehee.”
Ki Shin-je sat Jeya on his thigh and pulled Saya closer.
“He’s in his third year now, isn’t he?”
“Yes, Sieun and Gaeun are also in their third year.”
Saya gave Jeya her finger and wiggled it.
“Don’t you want to go to school?”
One of the good things about Saya getting pregnant was that she had taken a leave of absence from school. She could have just dropped out.
When Saya went to school with Ki Shin-je to process her leave of absence, all the rumors about her ended. Everyone was shocked to see Saya with Ki Shin-je, and especially the three of them—Gaeun, Sieun, and Jaehee—went around like they had lost their minds for a while.
“Uh, I do want to go, but...”
Then she looked at Jeya. Sweet honey dripped from Saya’s eyes. Ki Shin-je’s lips curved upward.
“Jeya is still too young, and I want to be with him.”
Saya couldn’t bear to leave Jeya. She felt at ease only when she was looking after Jeya herself, however clumsily.
“Okay, what’s so important about school anyway?”
Ki Shin-je kissed Saya’s hair. A satisfied smile, in any case, was on his lips.
“Let’s go to Jeju Island with Jeya next month.”
“Jeju Island? Can Jeya fly on a plane?”
Saya looked up at Ki Shin-je with wide eyes. Ah, she made him want to suck on her so much.
“Yes, Ki Jeya can fly on a plane. There’s a hotel event, and while we’re there, we can rest for a bit and come back.”
This was their first trip with Jeya, so Saya nodded, looking a little nervous. Ki Shin-je chuckled and ruffled Saya’s hair.
“You really liked it there.”
“Yes, Jeya Hotel in Jeju was so nice.”
“You cried because your pussy was sucked on, because it felt so good.”
Saya belatedly covered Ki Shin-je’s mouth with her palm and bit her lips. Ki Shin-je licked Saya’s palm with his tongue and narrowed his eyes flirtatiously.
“There were three of us, just like now.”
During his business trip that she followed him on while she was pregnant, Saya had experienced firsthand that her libido was a lot stronger during pregnancy. Ki Shin-je had readily enjoyed her heightened libido, spouting all sorts of dirty jokes, saying that the baby would have met his father countless times even before he was born.
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? To tease me.”
Saya made a tearful face and covered Jeya’s ears. Ki Shin-je laughed softly and kissed Saya’s cheek. The surroundings became quiet for a moment.
“No, I’m just looking forward to it.”
“...”
“I’m the only one who gets to see you like that.”
He smiled gently. The look in his eyes was filled with a deep sense of possessiveness and obsession.
Saya looked at his face, as if she was entranced, then said,
“I love you.”
She blurted out her overflowing feelings. Ki Shin-je’s smile deepened. He held Jeya and Saya at the same time and whispered in her ear.
“You love me more than Ki Jeya, right?”
Saya burst into laughter. Something exploded in her chest like fireworks. She was so happy that her heart ached. The spring sunlight poured down on the three of them.
[The End]
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