F-Grade Carer

What the hell?

"You've all been watching us this whole time?"

"Just ignore those bottom-feeder bastards, yeah?"

Sujeong twitched the ass she'd pushed back toward me. I hadn't even done anything, and already her pussy juices were running down her thighs.

"Sujeong, my subscriber count went way up."

"You fucking proud of that?"

"Yeah. Hahaha."

"Fuck, if you're not gonna put it in, I'm putting my clothes back on."

I pulled down my underwear. I'd been hard as hell for a while already.

"NineteenVirgin, that girl's keyboard just got wrecked."

Sujeong snorted a laugh.

"Haha. NineteenVirgin, you wanna get fucked by me?"

She said it straight ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at the camera.

I pushed the head of my cock into Sujeong's pussy. Even soaked as she was, she was tight. A real snug little cunt — my wife.

"Ah, nngh... this bastard's dick still won't fit right... fuck."

Sujeong buried her face and pushed her ass up higher. That plump, rounded ass. God, it was fucking hot.

I rolled my hips. Her pussy clenched and gripped my cock with every thrust.

"Ah... shit... nngh... fuck... I'm going crazy..."

Moans poured from Sujeong's mouth without pause.

"Hey. Jeong Su-jeong. Whose pussy is this?"

"What the hell. Nngh."

I stopped moving my hips.

"Whose?"

"Hey. Fuck. Why'd you stop."

"Whose?"

"Fuck. It's yours."

"You like it?"

"Shit. You're so fucking talkative..."

"You like it?"

"I like it. I like it so much I'm losing my mind."

I rolled my hips even harder, like a man possessed.

Every time I drove my cock in, Sujeong's asshole fluttered open. It was pretty. It was filthy. I thrust harder. Every vein in my body felt ready to burst.

"Ahhngh, I'm going crazy."

Sujeong looked back at me. Her pupils were blown wide and unfocused.

"Sujeong, get pregnant for sure."

"Okay."

I emptied myself deep into her womb. My whole body shuddered. Sujeong panted for breath, then turned herself toward me. She grabbed my cock, still slick with cum, stuck out her tongue, took it into her mouth, and sucked. She licked the cum off my shaft with her tongue. Cum smeared across her lips. It was obscenely hot.

"Huh? Taeo? NineteenVirgin. Do you know me?"

"What the hell? Who are you?"

NineteenVirgin didn't answer. Who are you.

Sujeong was still licking my cock, smacking her lips with satisfaction. This lovely woman. Jeong Su-jeong. Would this happiness last forever?

Sujeong was hanging off my cock and couldn't see the comments. My throat tightened. I pulled her into my arms. She buried her head against my chest. I stroked her hair. Very slowly.

Fuck. God fucking damn it. I felt so powerless. There was nothing I could give her. And still my cock got hard again. Like a bastard.

"Let's go again."

The next day, Sujeong and I ate lunch and sat on the couch watching TV. It was just an ordinary peaceful day — except someone was next to me.

I stretched out on my side and slowly extended my foot, nudging her gently with my toes.

"Pass the remote."

Without even glancing over, Sujeong jerked her leg away from my foot. I poked her thigh with my toes again.

"Ah, fuck."

Sujeong twisted toward me, coming in to smack my head — and my foot jabbed into her thigh.

"Hey."

She grabbed my foot. She peered at my toenails.

"What the hell is this. Are you an animal?"

I looked at my toenails. I couldn't remember the last time I'd cut them. Sujeong got up, rummaged through a drawer, came back with a nail clipper set, and without a word set my foot on her thigh.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

The steady sound filled the living room. I stared at the ceiling with my foot resting on Sujeong's thigh. Ever since first grade of elementary school, I'd always cut my own toenails. The soft warmth of her thigh under my foot was gentle.

From the big toe all the way to the pinky. Not a single one skipped. She even filed them smooth afterward. This person was doing this for me.

"Other side."

I switched feet. Sujeong lifted the other foot onto her thigh, then peered at the big toenail.

"Hey, this one's grown into the skin. Doesn't that hurt?"

"I didn't notice."

"Idiot."

But her touch changed. More careful than before. She gently lifted the ingrown edge and clipped it slowly, carefully, so she wouldn't hurt me. I looked down at those hands. Did someone with a mouth full of curses really have hands this careful?

"All done."

"From now on, you cut my toenails."

"If I still can..."

I thought I knew what she was thinking. A one-month marriage with an expiration date. A system that forced you to split if you didn't get pregnant. A country that would make her marry a thirty-eighth husband. I fell into the same thoughts.

I wriggled my toes. They felt clean. Did they broadcast this kind of thing too? Suddenly curious, I flipped the channel.

I snuck a glance at Sujeong. She sat with her eyes fixed on the TV, as if nothing had happened. I pretended nothing had happened either — but something had.

"Clean my ears too."

"You son of a bitch."

I pulled an ear pick from the drawer. Quietly, I tugged her thigh closer and laid my head down on it.

"You're not scared of me?"

"Huh?"

"You could go deaf."

A sudden chill ran through me, but I held still.

"Not even a little scared."

"Other guys used to get scared just hearing my voice..."

The ear pick slid into my ear. Slowly, carefully. The scraping sensation spread all the way into my skull. My eyes closed on their own.

"Your hands are good."

"Shut up. Don't move."

With my eyes closed, I felt the warmth of Sujeong's thigh. The soft ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sound of the ear pick filled the quiet. I was getting sleepy. Strangely, every bit of tension drained out of me.

"Do it again next time."

"Whatever."

Sujeong's hand paused for a moment. Then it moved again. But she shifted the head resting on her thigh — just slightly, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠making it more comfortable. I gently stroked her thigh with my hand. Soft. Just like my heart right now.

And then a phone call came out of nowhere.

The familiar voice of my female friend, Lee So-eun. The end of it trembled strangely. A tear-choked breath mixed into her voice.

"Actually, I've got the day off today."

"I'm meeting a friend today... is it okay if I step out for a bit?"

I didn't want to leave Sujeong behind, but the voice of my old friend So-eun over the phone had been crying. Something in that voice had sounded like an ending.

Sujeong, sitting on the couch watching TV, turned her head.

"Why are you asking me?"

"Because you're my wife."

"Bullshit."

"It won't take long."

Sujeong narrowed her eyes.

"Guy or girl?"

"Girl."

Sujeong didn't answer for a while. She slowly set down the remote in her hand.

"Is she pretty?"

"Huh?"

"The bitch you're meeting. Is she pretty."

I looked away. I didn't really have an answer for that.

"Not as pretty as you."

Sujeong snorted.

"Is she more lovable than me?"

"Huh?"

"Go."

I held back a laugh. More than the permission to leave, I loved the way she talked.

As I closed the door, a sound almost too quiet to catch came through clearly.

"Come back quick."

The café was quiet. The woman sitting in the corner seat had her head bowed low. I approached carefully and sat in the chair across from her.

"So-eun."

Only then did she lift her head.

"Yeah... long time..."

Her voice was the same as always, but the rims of her eyes were red. Her cheeks were flushed, and her long brown hair was neatly arranged. She'd always been like that since middle school. Quiet, considerate. The kid who cried alone while putting a bandage on my scraped knee. That was So-eun.

"What's going on... that you'd call me crying like that."

"I... got classified as F-grade..."

Her voice sounded like she was swallowing her own breath.

"Infertility diagnosis... so now I can't get married... can't have a baby..."

She tried to continue, then bit her lip. Even that was still... pretty. Shy eyes, trembling shoulders, fingers carefully laced together.

"So now I've been... assigned as a carer."

"A carer?"

"A Relationship Excitement Carer... when other couples are having sex... I, um..."

The end of her sentence was barely a whisper, and she dropped her head low. Even her ears had gone red.

Relationship Excitement Carer. A job where you provide sexual stimulation when B-grade or higher couples have sex. I knew what it was.

Tears had gathered in both her eyes.

"Still... I wanted you at least to tell me it was okay... I still... want to be someone decent... in front of you..."

I couldn't say anything. Just that the Lee So-eun sitting in front of me looked so precious.

Lee So-eun. In middle school, when I'd fallen and scraped my knee raw, she'd put a bandage on me with trembling hands and cried. And now she was crying the same way. Quieter. More desperately.

So-eun was silent for a moment, then opened her mouth in a shaking voice.

"I... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠actually used to imagine it. Marrying you... loving you... having a kid who looked like you."

A quiet pause settled, as if she were trying to steady her breath.

"I thought maybe it could really happen. I genuinely... hoped for it..."

And then she turned her head away. The fingertips she used to wipe her tears were so careful it hurt to watch.

"But now... all of that... is over."