The Naked Woman at Eight Months Pregnant
"But I really do think Oppa's handsome."
"Yeah?"
"Not your face. Your dick."
I nearly choked on a grain of rice.
"Shit... Oppa... you sprayed me."
"Hahahahaha."
After lunch we headed back to our desks.
Da-in trailed in behind me and murmured,
"Oppa."
"What."
"Don't tell Su-jeong unnie what really happened at work today."
"Got it. Drop it already."
Da-in sat down at her own desk.
Her ears were still flushed red.
That girl is seriously cute.
I powered on my monitor.
Couldn't focus for shit.
Then the messenger chimed.
And then, of course, it was Da-in again.
When the hell am I supposed to get any work done?
Da-in shot me a glare from her desk, lips pushed out in a pout.
Quitting time.
I went down to the first-floor lobby.
A black sedan was waiting. The driver opened the door.
"Kwon Taeo-nim, correct? I'll take you to the Department Head's residence."
Maybe thirty minutes later, the car stopped.
The place we'd arrived at was a mansion, pure and simple. A sprawling lawn, a two-story structure. Automatic doors, a swimming pool, garden-maintenance robots — the exterior alone belonged to a different world.
A housekeeper came out to greet me at the front entrance.
"Welcome. They're waiting for you inside."
The door opened, and the fragrant scent of wine drifted out.
And then—
In the sitting room, a woman was seated on the sofa.
Completely naked. Not a single scrap of clothing on her.
She must have heard me come in, yet she didn't lift her head even once.
Deep brown hair spilled softly past her shoulders. Pale white skin. The way she sat with her legs crossed wasn't tense, and it wasn't seductive either. It was simply natural, like habit.
Only then did her gaze rise.
Once.
And then it dropped again.
Her expression looked dark.
Do-hun stepped into the sitting room with a glass of wine.
"Say hello. This is my wife for the month."
He lifted the wine with an expressionless face.
The woman rose from the sofa and gave a light bow of her head.
"Hello. I'm Han No-eul."
It was a face I'd never seen before, and yet there was a soft look in her eyes that felt like someone I'd known a long time.
Her firm breasts and that smooth, hairless white pussy naturally snagged my eyes.
Bare pussy, huh?
My wife's got a bush...
Doesn't a pussy need hair to look properly human?
Even so, my cock stirred. The inside of my pants got uncomfortable.
"Hello. I'm Kwon Taeo."
I bowed at the waist, and a complicated tangle of feelings washed over me.
So this is what A-grade life looks like.
"Dinner is ready."
Following the housekeeper's lead, we headed toward the dining room behind the living area.
Fuck... even the housekeeper is pretty...
A long table with a white tablecloth, place settings laid out for a multi-course meal. A soft chandelier hung from the ceiling.
Do-hun took the head seat, and I was shown to the place on his right.
On the left sat the woman from before — Han No-eul — still wearing nothing at all over that pale skin.
I awkwardly picked up my water glass and looked away.
Then—
Another woman came down the stairs.
A rounded, swollen belly. One hand resting on top of it as she walked slowly down. She, too, was completely naked.
My eyes went straight to her stomach of their own accord.
A vivid pregnancy line stood out across her belly.
"Ah... I'm sorry..."
I bowed my head without thinking, like a man who'd committed a crime.
"Move."
The pregnant wife said it quietly to the second wife, Han No-eul, and No-eul shifted from her seat to the one beside me.
The hierarchy in that tone was unmistakable.
Whether her belly was bothering her or not, she dipped her head lightly and settled with some effort into the seat across from me — the one No-eul had just vacated.
Without even turning his head, Do-hun said,
"In this house, the rule is that my wives don't wear clothes. Pregnant or not."
"...What?"
"There's no reason a human body should be something to be ashamed of. Doesn't it look good?"
"Ah, haha..."
I couldn't find a proper answer, so I just laughed.
The woman's belly was heavily rounded, and her breasts sagged slightly under their own weight. One hand braced against her lower back to bear the load of her stomach, and beneath that swollen curve, black pubic hair and the red slit of her pussy showed clearly.
But she wasn't the least bit self-conscious. She picked up her utensils and smiled as if nothing could be more natural.
"The morning sickness has passed. I can eat everything now."
She smiled and looked at me.
The meal began.
Salad, smoked duck, basil cream soup, and roasted sea bream.
"How's your wife? She must have been pretty shaken back then."
Do-hun brought up Su-jeong.
"Yes, she's fine."
"Take good care of her. Some women look tough on the outside but are rotting on the inside."
"Yes."
At the police station, in the text he'd sent when he gave me leave, and even now...
The Department Head always looked out for Su-jeong.
Is he just that considerate a guy?
Eating all this delicious food only made me think of Su-jeong more deeply.
I wish I could have fed this to Su-jeong too...
Just a short reply.
So blunt.
Around the time our wine glasses had been emptied three times or so, the woman beside me — Kim Do-hun's second wife, Han No-eul — quietly leaned her body toward mine.
"Are you nervous?"
"Huh? Ah, no."
Her expression didn't change as she lowered her hand beneath the table.
And then—
She set that hand on top of my knee.
For a moment, my breath stopped.
She didn't look at me.
"Do-hun said that when a guest comes over, loosening them up is my role."
Her hand climbed a little higher.
Inner thigh. Then her hand settled over my cock.
In that same moment, the pregnant wife across from me smiled and said,
"It's fine. Once you get used to it, it's nice. In this house, that kind of thing is the natural order. Right, honey?"
Do-hun gave a light nod.
"But — Taeo-ssi, was it? The size is enormous."
She rested a hand on her belly and went on.
"I did something similar once myself, a long time ago. Held a guest's cock for him while we ate. That was... October twelfth. The day right before my ovulation."
The day before ovulation?
Isn't that the day with the highest chance of getting pregnant?
Do-hun said nothing, just turned his wine glass in his fingers.
That blank expression of his was maybe the face of a man who had already repeated this entire flow dozens of times.
I still hadn't managed to pick up my fork properly.
The soft pressure of that hand on my thigh. The languid breath from the seat beside me. And the belly across the table—
All of it was scattering my appetite.
It was just... strange.
Do-hun raised his glass toward me.
"Cheers. To all of us rising in grade."
I lifted mine too.
I couldn't taste the wine.
"Dessert will be out soon."
The pregnant wife said it lightly, pressing a kiss to Do-hun's ear.
No-eul slowly closed her hand around me through my pants.
"Taeo-ssi, you're uncomfortable, aren't you?"
"Yes. A little."
I didn't even know which discomfort I was talking about.
It was just that this situation — having my cock stroked by the Department Head's wife, right here at the table with everyone present — was uncomfortable, that was all.
"I'll help you."
Saying that, she started undoing my belt.
Do-hun quietly sipped his wine while gently fondling his wife's breast.
As if it were the most natural thing in the world...
I'm going insane.
For real.
"Could you lift your hips a little?"
As if something had possessed me, I did exactly as No-eul told me and raised my hips.
My pants were drawn down by her hands and dropped to the floor. And then, without hesitation, she pulled my underwear down too.
No-eul ducked her body under the table.
One hand held my cock and stroked it slowly, while the other was still ladling basil soup.
"Taeo, you okay? I picked her out myself on a recommendation from another A-grade friend. A special wife."
Do-hun smiled faintly.
"Yes... hyung."
I didn't have much to say.
Every one of my senses was concentrated under the table.
"Connections matter. Information matters. The system doesn't have the real information. The real information is in the community."
Do-hun drained the rest of his wine and kept talking.
No-eul's head disappeared fully beneath the tablecloth.
"When the time is right, I'll invite you into the community too. You'll see a completely different world."
"Yes. Thank you."
Under the table, Do-hun's wife was pressing her tongue to my cock and licking from the root all the way up to the head.
"Just get up to C-grade as fast as you can. One pregnancy is all it takes, and after that I'll pull a list of women who get pregnant easily. From C-grade on, you get the right to choose your wife, so..."
"Hhk, ah.... sorry. Hyung-nim."
A short moan slipped out of my mouth.
Under the table, Do-hun's wife had taken my cock into her mouth and was sucking.
The feeling of being about to explode in an instant came flooding in.
At the dinner table, with another man's wife, everything flowing so naturally — the whole situation felt alien.
And that alienness was an even bigger turn-on.
"Honey, is that woman doing well?"
The big-bellied wife beside Do-hun said it to him.
That heavily protruding belly, and those calm eyes that looked straight into mine without the slightest disturbance.
It was so completely other that it felt unreal.
"She must be. She's got a good reputation. Honey, shall we get up around now?"
"Alright."
Do-hun and his wife rose slowly from their seats.
"Oh, right — next time, would you invite us over to your place once? I'm a little curious."
"We all wear clothes at our house..."
"Haha, I know. I'm a man with manners."
I didn't think Su-jeong would refuse. We'd already received a lot of help from him.
"Yes. I'll ask my wife."
"Don't feel pressured. We'll head up, then."
And with that, Do-hun and his wife left.
What the hell. What am I supposed to do with this.
You're just leaving me alone in this situation?
"Shall we have dessert in the bedroom?"
No-eul took my hand.
With my pants and underwear still under the table, my erect cock dangling free, I was led along by her hand.
The bedroom lighting was soft, the wallpaper white. Even the air felt refined, quiet.
No-eul sat on the edge of the bed and looked at my waist.
"Don't be nervous. This house is just as unfamiliar to me."
"Why does this kind of thing happen? Why do you..."
"Do-hun's sperm motility has gotten very low, they say. But he still insists he absolutely has to become S-grade..."
My head was spinning.