The Divorced Woman Next Door (3)
I opened my eyes to the sight of a hospital room ceiling. Beside me, Oh Seung-ah was sobbing endlessly.
Seeing a woman grieve like that and getting turned on—what kind of person does that make me? Was I already a lost cause?
My wrist had a hairline fracture and a sprained ligament, but thankfully my head was fine. When I told the doctor the pain was intense, he said bruises from a fall were supposed to hurt a lot.
"You can be discharged after the tests. We'll monitor the cast, but it should come off in about ten days. Just be extra careful with the injured area until then."
No major external injuries, so aside from the cast, there wasn't much more the hospital could do.
"You don't need to stick around for just the tests, Seung-ah."
"No. You've got the cast on. I have to be here."
She really was diligent.
"I'll be out the day after tomorrow anyway. Help with the discharge papers then and give me a ride home. That's plenty."
"Still..."
"You're making me uncomfortable fidgeting like that. I just... want to be alone."
She looked like an abandoned puppy, but I didn't change my mind. I really was uncomfortable.
"Okay. If it's bothering you, I'll head home today. But I'll come back tomorrow morning."
Once I confirmed Oh Seung-ah had left, I opened the status window. The [Recall] menu had been flashing since earlier.
> [Recall] Menu - New video registered under Lee Min-ho
'This is...'
It was a massive freezer warehouse. Inside, frozen tuna were stacked in rows. The video panned across the interior and ended.
What the hell? And there was another comment from the GM.
'Tuna Girl? What the fuck is that?'
I figured it was a girl who loved tuna and searched it, but nope—totally different meaning.
A woman who shows zero pleasure during sex. Originally gay slang, but expanded to women. From Japanese "maguro onna" (tuna woman).
'So that's what it meant. But how's this related to the quest?'
The GM hadn't given a straight answer again.
Oh Seung-ah arrived at the hospital in the morning, still wearing that guilty look. The sinner is that piece-of-shit husband—lighten up.
"Are you... going to press charges?"
"After all this? He needs to pay for his crimes. You got hit too."
Her expression stayed dark. If it were me, I'd be cheering with both hands raised. Why was she like this?
"Something bothering you?"
"......"
She kept hesitating. Bad vibe.
"Um..."
"Spit it out."
"I know I have no right to say this, but... could you not press charges?"
"You see me like this and still say that?"
I snapped without thinking. Even an angel face couldn't justify this.
"S-sorry... sniff, of course not."
She started tearing up again. There was definitely a story here. In this mood, I might get her divorce backstory.
"Seems like there's a reason..."
"......"
"Just tell me. Why shouldn't I press charges?"
She started from her unhappy marriage.
"My husband cheated. Multiple times. I endured it until I couldn't anymore and divorced him recently."
"Why put up with it? Dump him the first time."
"I... thought it was my fault he cheated."
"What?"
I couldn't understand a guy cheating on premium goods like her, but her fault?
The app showing her mind was handy here. No guessing her hesitation.
"Be honest. Then I can rethink pressing charges."
"In... our marriage bed, I have a... flaw."
"Flaw?"
"I... can't get aroused."
"Frigidity?"
"No. I feel it fine, but... I can't express it. To the point he misunderstands."
The GM's Tuna Girl hit me. Was that the hint?
"You get excited properly but can't show it at all outwardly... like that?"
"Yes. He said it felt like fucking a log."
That severe?
"He has insane libido. We did it almost daily, but my reactions... he endured for two years."
Then he started cheating.
"When caught, he'd clean up, come crawling back begging forgiveness. Just once more. I thought it was my fault, so I kept enduring..."
It repeated, fights escalated, and his bad habits emerged... Classic family breakdown.
"I divorced too late. I kept blaming myself... sniff."
"I get the situation, but how's that related to my charges? You got hurt too—why should I let it slide?"
"I'm the reason he turned out like that. He's bad, but if this ruins his life, I'll feel awful..."
Assault conviction: up to 2 years prison or 5 million won fine. Harsher for spouse/family. Either way, career fucked.
"I'll do anything I can, so... please reconsider?"
Big misunderstanding. I'm not kind. It's all to fuck you.
Her defending him pissed me off, but darker urges stirred deeper. Anything? Evidence solid—easy conviction. He was a villain blocking Oh Seung-ah conquest, but plans changed. She still clung to him, so I'd liberate her properly. And crush him thoroughly—prison sounded merciful. All thanks to my blackening.
"Anything?"
"Anything I can do."
I thought she was dense, but sharp danger sense.
I'm not tormenting you—stay put. Might even be heaven for you.
This idea came from the tutorial item.
Item that enriches emotional expressions. Use during sex for vivid lewd faces. Adds aphrodisiac effect.
I didn't know how expressionless she'd be during sex, but app items never disappointed. At first, weird random box drop. Now? Perfect fit. Like the app foresaw meeting her.
'Might overcome her trauma.'
Not purely helping, obviously. Needed a partner who expresses during sex. Who wants a distant stare while pounding away?
"I'll think about charges. We'll talk after discharge. Might take a while."
"Really? Thank you!"
"You like it without knowing what I'll ask?"
Sorry, not that kind. Brace yourself.
"I'll do anything I can. Thank you, Min-ho."
Relieved, she bowed repeatedly. Looked human enough—why no expressions in bed to drive hubby cheating?
Next day—discharge done, in Oh Seung-ah's passenger seat. She supported eagerly, but national-treasure tits kept brushing my side—hard to walk for other reasons. No jerking off lately; too stimulating. Vowed to fuck her ASAP as we headed home.
House spotless. She'd asked for door code to clean. Laundry done, kitchen pristine.
"Close brother runs a cafe nearby; I help days. Here's the door code—use anything if I'm out."
Legal access to Oh Seung-ah's place now.
Had her prep dinner in kitchen. My dismal skills made me hesitate, but she was great. No—amazing. Home-cooked luxury after ages; stomach thrilled.
Post-meal dishes done, she brought tea and fruit. We sipped silently awhile.
"Min-ho. What do I do? You said we'd talk at home."
She broke the quiet.
"You said anything, right?"
"Yes. Anything I can."
"Doctor said cast off in ten days. For those ten days... tend to me."
"Tend... to you?"
Yeah. Not nursing.