Signs of Change
"Thank you for driving such a long way, sir. I really appreciate you getting us home safely."
I kept my expression carefully neutral as I spoke the empty courtesy. The substitute driver quickly tore his eyes away from my wife’s backside the moment I turned and addressed him, but I didn’t miss that split-second glance. Caught off guard, he stumbled over his words.
"Oh, um… this is just a tip. Please take it."
"Aigoo~ Thank you, boss. People who live well really are generous, huh?"
The driver accepted the tip in a daze and bowed his head in thanks. Even then, his eyes kept darting toward my wife. I noted every stolen glance, and a curious idea suddenly occurred to me.
"Are you heading home now?"
"Ah… usually I either go home or wait for the next call. If something pops up near my place, I’ll take that and head back."
"I see. You seem like a careful man—have you ever been married?"
The driver shut his mouth for a moment at the sudden personal question before answering.
"No… I’m still single."
"What about a girlfriend?"
"Nope. Haven’t dated in years, actually."
"Ah, I see."
Despite his hesitation, he answered each of my probing questions readily.
"How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?"
"I’m thirty-three."
"Got it. Even if you’re not thinking about it right now, do you ever plan to get married someday?"
"Well… if I meet the right woman, sure. But I haven’t come across anyone like that lately. Haha…"
"If you’re not someone who’s against marriage, you really should settle down. I’m incredibly happy after marrying my wife."
"That’s wonderful advice. From what I’ve seen, marrying someone like your wife would make any man’s life fulfilling."
As he spoke, the driver’s gaze slowly traveled up and down my wife’s body. He had definitely taken in her full breasts and those long, shapely legs.
"Yes~ Just like you said, marrying my wife has made me truly happy. She has a beautiful face, an amazing figure, and a sweet personality. Women like her are hard to find."
"Gulp… I can imagine…"
"Anyway, thank you again for driving us all the way home. Thanks to drivers like you, I can drink without worrying even if I take the car out."
"Haha… it’s nothing. That’s what we’re here for. We appreciate customers who keep using our service."
"You’re such a skilled driver that I’d love for you to be the one who picks us up next time. If only that were possible."
"That would be great for me too. Having regular clients makes things much more stable…"
By now the driver’s tension had melted away. Either the alcohol had relaxed him, or he believed I hadn’t noticed the way he kept stealing looks at my wife. The liquor was hitting me as well, stirring an impulse I normally would have suppressed. I decided to act on it.
"By the way, do you work independently as a substitute driver?"
"Uh… no, I’m currently with a dispatch center. They send calls in real time and I pick the ones I like."
"I see. Then it must be difficult to ask you for personal jobs because of company rules."
He blinked rapidly at my words and answered in a hurry.
"Not at all! The company has no way of knowing if I take private calls. And honestly, having steady clients would be good for me too. Haha…"
"Really? In that case, would you give me your personal number?"
When I handed him my phone, he quickly entered his number and returned it. A bright smile spread across his face as he thanked me.
"Thank you. This is the first time I’ve ever driven a car as expensive as yours, boss. I was hoping I’d get to drive it again someday—wish granted."
"Haha… I’ve always liked cars, so I ended up buying this one. I invest quite a bit in it. Even installed the highest-spec dashcam available."
"Ah… a dashcam." The driver’s cheerful expression darkened the moment I mentioned it. He had probably realized that his final bold move—turning around and reaching toward my wife’s legs—would have been captured clearly.
By deliberately bringing up the top-of-the-line dashcam, I had preemptively blocked any possibility of him secretly taking photos of my wife with his phone and leaking them somewhere.
"Well then, we’ll head inside now. We’re both pretty tired… From now on, when I need a ride, I can contact you directly on your personal number instead of going through the company, right?"
"Of course. Thank you again, boss."
"Take care getting home."
"Will do. Looks like a call near my house just came in, so I’ll be on my way."
After sending the driver off, I helped my drunken wife into the elevator and we entered our apartment. She was so exhausted that she only washed her face before falling fast asleep. Though I was tipsy myself, sleep refused to come. I tucked the blanket around her and headed to the study, turning on the computer.
Maybe I’ll play some games after all this time.
I used to love gaming, but after starting my career as a researcher and getting married, I rarely had the time. My workload was so heavy that I often continued working from home after office hours. The high-end PC I had bought specifically for gaming had been reduced to nothing more than a work machine.
I played for a while, but eventually grew bored. I closed the game and started skimming through news articles. That was when I suddenly remembered Heaven Net—the site Cheol-min had told me about at the bar.
Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the encounter with the substitute driver earlier, but the thought of browsing some erotic content and masturbating for the first time in a while felt strangely appealing. Since falling in love with and marrying my wife, I had almost never jerked off. Having sex with her felt dozens of times better, after all. Still, on nights like this when she was sound asleep or I wasn’t in the mood, taking care of myself wasn’t a bad option. I still did it occasionally even after marriage.
This was the address, right?
I typed in the URL for Heaven Net and entered the site. The layout wasn’t much different from any other community forum. The real distinction lay in the content. Every board was packed with women’s nudes, explicit videos, and all kinds of material you would never find on normal websites.
I scrolled through the various boards until my eyes landed on one called Daily Sharing. When I clicked the tab, countless posts appeared, each with a thumbnail. Every single one looked far from ordinary.
So this is the board where people post those exposure photos that Cheol-min showed me at the bar last time.
I browsed through the posts and clicked on one. It contained a photo along with a description of the situation. The image showed a woman exposing herself in a café restroom. Her face was mosaiced, but she had lifted her crop top and bra, completely baring her breasts while still wearing her skirt below.
"Holy shit…"
I let out a stunned breath. She had boldly taken a picture of her exposed chest in a public café restroom where anyone could have walked in at any moment. I instinctively glanced back at the study door to make sure it was properly closed, as if I had done something wrong. Only after confirming it was shut did I return to the photo.
The woman in the image was clearly an ordinary person like me. She could have been someone I had passed on the street without a second thought. The fact that people like her were taking these kinds of photos and uploading them gave me an incredibly strange feeling.
It was different from the straightforward pornography made by professional adult actors. There was a peculiar sense of taboo and fascination that came from knowing these were real, everyday women. What excited me even more, however, were the comments posted beneath the photo.
They weren’t simply appreciative comments. Nearly every single one was an explicit, shameless fantasy about violating the woman in the photo.
Wow… these comments are insane. Do people really write whatever they want just because it’s anonymous?
What shocked me even more was the original poster’s reply—the woman who had taken the photo.
"Hah…"
Even though every single comment was harassing and objectifying her, the woman seemed genuinely pleased and aroused by them. I clicked on other posts as if in a trance, completely absorbed…