The World’s Greatest Bride-to-Be
“So, the profit is… this much?”
I had proposed, and our relationship had finally ascended to the next level. It wasn’t exactly living together, but the routine of waking up in our respective homes and heading to work had long since become second nature. I had cleared out one of my closets for Yeoeun to store her work clothes, and the password to my front door lock had been shared ages ago. Spending weekends together had become a given, our sofa was slowly being colonized by Yeoeun, and it had become a habit for us to contact each other immediately if anything came up. Come to think of it, it felt like we had been living like a married couple ever since we started dating officially. We were so deeply infatuated with each other that we shared almost every aspect of our private lives. Regardless, now that we had sincerely promised each other a future, all that remained was the preparation before the wedding. I had been worried that I might seem too impatient, having just finished the proposal, but it turned out Yeoeun was actually the one hoping to speed up the process. It was as if she were saying that since we’d come this far, there was no need to drag it out. And so, to narrow the distance between us even further, we had decided to share more sensitive information about one another.
“Hmm, let’s see….”
Yeoeun took the paper where I’d written down my estimates for her Pilates studio’s revenue—based on the bits and pieces I’d overheard—which I had scribbled on the back of a scrap sheet. She looked it over while lounging comfortably on the sofa, blinking a few times.
“Honey.”
“Yeah?”
Even after the proposal, Yeoeun always called me ‘Honey.’ She insisted that this term sounded more affectionate and cute, and she vowed to keep calling me that even after we were married. Anyway, that was beside the point. Her response to the revenue figures I’d estimated for her studio was:
“You’re missing a zero.”
“……………You mean there’s another zero on the profit she makes in a ‘year’?”
“Hahaha, I meant ‘month,’ obviously!”
“…….”
It wasn’t that she was being arrogant; from her perspective, it was just a matter of fact. I had mentally prepared myself, but the gap was so vast it felt almost futile. *My (future) wife is insane, even when it comes to her earning power….* I wasn’t exactly a low earner by South Korean standards, but the wall that was Yeoeun was impossibly high. For a salaryman in a suit like me, she was drawing up numbers I couldn’t even dream of as if they were nothing. To put it simply, if I held my breath and saved every penny to buy a mid-sized sedan in a year, Yeoeun was pulling in enough to buy several sports cars every single month.
“Of course, after reporting it, the taxes are so high that the net profit is lower than you’d think.”
She tossed the paper aside carelessly. “Now you see why I’m so obsessed with managing my figure, right?”
Poke, poke♥
“This isn’t just to be loved by you, Honey. My body fat percentage has a massive impact on my revenue, you know?”
“……Yes, I hear you loud and clear.”
“Fufufu, you’ve suddenly become as quiet as a puppy with its tail tucked between its legs?”
Yeoeun, who had been lying on the sofa like a queen, began to toy with my side using her bare foot, as if molesting me. Then, she sprang up and began stroking my glutes. It was like a wealthy person handling a trophy spouse like a toy, playing with me however she pleased. I was exactly in that position. *Well, I suppose I should resign myself to living like a slave, captured by my wife for the rest of my life.* The positive side was that I didn’t exactly hate it. Now that I knew her income, the only thought in my mind was that I should serve her like a queen for the rest of my days.
“Fufufu, do I look even prettier now that you know my income? Does it make you want to treat me even better?”
She teased me, as if she could see right through my thoughts. As I was being thoroughly handled by her elegant hands, I had only one thing to say.
“You were incredibly beautiful to begin with.”
“……!”
I said it plainly. We were at the stage where marriage was on the table, and she was mine now, so I let my true feelings out without restraint. *Smooch.* I even kissed her there. I grabbed her ankle as she playfully kicked at me and pressed my lips to it. Yeoeun shuddered, as if she’d gotten goosebumps. Then, she curled her lips into a wide grin.
“Honestly… you really are a puppy who knows how to be loved…♥”
“……Woof.”
The switch flipped immediately. Yeoeun, maintaining her queenly posture, pressed her foot down hard on my crotch and urged me to get ready quickly. “Haa, huff… Good, hit it harder…♥ Hit my clit harder…!” I did exactly as she asked. I took off my pants and thrust in with vigor, satisfying my queen. I served her with the loyalty of a queen’s dog, and I received plenty of my mistress’s affection in return.
“Say, about the wedding hall.”
“Did you already book a venue?”
“No, that’s exactly what I wanted to ask. Does Yeoeun have a place she liked or a blueprint for the wedding she wants?”
Usually, women are more obsessed with weddings than men. They see it as a once-in-a-lifetime chance to show off, so they try to make it as grand as possible.
“I don’t have one.”
“You don’t?”
“Yeah. I never thought I’d get married, ever.”
“…….”
When I thought about it, that was perfectly true. She was a staunch non-marriage advocate who considered marriage a grave. She had even tossed every man who approached her into the trash bin before the three-month mark. It would be a contradiction if such a person had romantic fantasies about a wedding.
“So, Yeoeun, you don’t have any opinion at all?”
“Well… I just feel like as long as we do it, that’s enough.”
Yeoeun’s reaction was lukewarm, as if the details didn’t matter to her at all. That actually put me in a difficult position. If she really didn’t care, we could do a small wedding or use a government-supported venue, but that would make it look like we were being too stingy. Just as I was considering leaking information to Mr. Young-cheol to ask for my father-in-law’s opinion, she spoke up.
“Do you want to do it big, Honey?”
“Huh?”
“You looked disappointed because my reaction was so bland. Don’t most men hate noisy, crowded things?”
Yeoeun whispered, hugging me from behind. Honestly, I had thought that way too. I wondered why people were so obsessed with making things big and flashy, only adding to the headache. But now, it was different.
“I… I do want to see you in a flashy dress.”
“!”
“The thought of you walking around on a stage with people watching, dressed so beautifully… I couldn’t get it out of my head.”
Her face was perfect. Her body was perfect. She was already excessively gorgeous, but the image of her in a wedding dress was impossible to let go. The sight of her walking toward me while everyone watched would be insanely fantastic.
“Are you just going to watch?”
“……Can I tear it a little at night?”
“……♥”
I tested the waters, and her face flushed red. As if that was the exact answer she wanted to hear, Yeoeun swayed her hips, her lower body still clad in yoga pants. At the familiar sensation, I got an erection right away, and it began all over again.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
“Haa-ah, ah♥ Seriously, you get healthy at the most random times…♥”
The wrestling started again. I pinned her to the sofa and took my bride-to-be from behind. In the end, we decided on a flashy wedding. I’d look into the costs later, but honestly, I wanted to show her off. Who would have thought that a random act of kindness would lead me to marry a wife so precious I could put her in my eyes and it wouldn’t hurt? Even if Yeoeun didn’t care, I would spend every cent I’d saved to send this message: *Are you guys jealous?*
Strangely, we started doing it more while preparing for the wedding. To be precise, every day since the proposal had been all about sex.
“Fufufu, do you like this that much?”
“…….”
The large bed in Yeoeun’s house. A female body lying on that bed, looking down at me from above. Sweat beads trickling down from the effort, breasts swaying with every movement. *Squeeze*♥ Our hands were locked together, and her waist swayed up and down to a steady rhythm. The cowgirl position. Once I’d tasted it, I begged for it whenever possible. Simply because it was good. My future wife’s incredibly lewd body, which I could observe in its entirety while lying down. It was a position that could be taxing for a woman, but as a Pilates instructor with stamina far superior to mine, she handled it skillfully.
On top of that,
“Hiyah, hiyah! Give me your semen♥”
“Ugh…!? A-ah, ah…!”
She pressed down with her superior flexibility and core muscles. Every time she ground her large, beautiful buttocks down as if milking me, a tingling sensation spread through me. *Brrr-t, brrt, brrr-t, brrt*♥ Unlike usual, I was the one being thoroughly ravaged, and I ejaculated. As I finished, left helpless and violated by Yeoeun, she beamed with the smile of a victor.
“Fufufu, you still shoot so much…♥”
Drip…♥
Because of the cowgirl position, the semen I’d shot flowed down beneath her smiling face. I felt a strange sense of elation at the evidence that I had lewdly defiled the inside of Yeoeun. Seeing this, I realized one thing. I realized there was one task left that we had been avoiding while preparing for the wedding.
“Yeoeun.”
“Why? Do you want me to let you suck my breasts again?”
“Hmm… that’s good too, but isn’t there a problem we need to solve before the wedding?”
“? A problem?”
She tilted her head, still in the position where she had been on top of me. Then, she narrowed her eyes and her expression turned serious.
“Honey, don’t tell me you…”
“No, no! I definitely don’t mean I got into trouble.”
“Then what is it?”
Does she really not know? This was a problem deeply connected to Yeoeun. But she seemed completely oblivious. Or perhaps she didn’t see it as a risk at all. In my mind, no matter how I looked at it, it could become a source of trouble, yet she was so calm. And so,
“It’s… that person, you know?”
There was one person left who had to be addressed for our marriage. A problem involving the three of us that we absolutely had to tie up.