Chapter 114
Chapter 114
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 114
Chapter Title: How to Tame a Beast
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Into Lee Soohee's pussy—which turns everything below it into worthless scraps—I unleashed everything with utter relief.
With my release, all the fear and anxiety clouding my mind washed away, replaced by the cold clarity of post-nut clarity.
My head felt a bit clearer now.
I caught my breath against the wall, then swung my palm hard at this "beast's" ass.
Smack!
A sound like flesh ripping echoed through the room.
At my action, Lee Soohee slowly turned her head, glaring at me murderously.
"I told you earlier, it wasn't because I hated getting hit."
"So what? It's my kink."
I stared straight into her eyes, laying down the rules of this relationship.
"When I smack your ass, you just clench that pussy tight. Got it?"
At my words, Lee Soohee scanned me up and down for a moment. A spark of interest flickered in her eyes.
"Hng... You were a total wimp a second ago, but now you've changed?"
"I'm always like this."
I pulled up my pants from the floor and flashed an arrogant grin.
"After I bust once, I turn fucking cool."
This "weapon" was finally in my hands.
Taming it would be slow, on my terms, when I wanted.
"Anyway, quit acting up like some onahole and go wash up, change, then come downstairs."
I commanded her.
Then I added the most important rule.
"Oh, and when Haneul's around, keep those pretty eyes wide open. Or I'll rip that pussy hole apart. You hear?"
"Hoo... Got it."
The calm gaze of "Sage Kim Cheolsu," not "Loser Kim Cheolsu."
Maybe she read the real weight in those eyes.
Ignoring the curiosity dawning in Lee Soohee's gaze, I shut the door behind me.
In the kitchen, Chaewon was starting on dinner.
"Where's Yura?"
"Said she was going out for a smoke."
"Okay."
I left Chaewon, who was focused solely on cooking without even turning around, and headed out the front door to the parking lot.
There, under the streetlight, Han Yura stood smoking half her cigarette.
Spotting me, she shot me her usual dissatisfied, rebellious glare.
"What're you staring at? You look fucking pissed. Something up?"
"Ha? Don't give me that shit, you asshole. Since when do you pretend to give a fuck about me?"
Her hollow laugh only fueled my anger.
No, this bitch bitches even when I try to treat her well?
"What? What do you mean I don't give a fuck about you?"
I stepped closer, yelling as if I was the wronged one.
"Fuck, I make you money! Make you VP! Hand you a whole cash cow! What more do you want from me?!"
At my self-defense, she took a deep drag from her cigarette.
Then, exhaling smoke, she spoke in a resigned tone.
"You asking 'cause you don't know?"
"Know what?"
"You're not fucking me lately, but you bring another bitch home? You crazy?"
"...What?"
Her totally out-of-left-field answer caught me off guard—I couldn't process what I'd just heard.
Han Yura stared at the glowing ash on her cigarette, her voice laced with resentment as she continued.
"At the office, you only play with that Choi Yang bitch. Come home, and you're trying to knock up Chaewon, ignoring me completely. Now you bring in some scary-ass new girl without a word? What the hell am I to you?"
For the first time, her voice carried the hurt of a "woman" scorned.
Facing her raw "complaint," I had no response.
What the fuck could I even say?
Everything she said was true. I had nothing.
How did she take my silence?
She tossed the last of her cigarette onto the asphalt and ground it out with her sneaker.
Then, unleashing the deepest feelings she'd bottled up, her voice thick with blame:
"Fuck, I didn't wanna say it 'cause it's pathetic..."
She looked up, red-eyed, glaring right at me.
"Honestly, aren't I the 'main wife'? Not Chaewon. I came first, right?"
"...Huh?"
That one line shattered every relationship map in my head.
The "main wife" was Yun Chaewon—the one bearing my child, building our home, my sanctuary.
The "partner" was Han Yura—handling my business, by my side.
That was the order I'd set for this kingdom.
But her claim: I'm the main wife.
That one line obliterated it all.
I stared at her blankly.
Han Yura met my gaze without flinching, spilling everything she'd held back.
"I don't want a kid yet, so Chaewon going first? Fine."
She shook her head, brushing it off like it didn't matter.
"But fuck, aren't you going too far?"
Her voice began trembling with resentment.
"Yesterday, I gave you all the signals, but you ignored me, held Chaewon's hand, and went to bed?"
"......."
Yesterday. Talking "impregnation project" with Chaewon, then crashing early from "fatigue." I'd treated Han Yura like she didn't exist.
I had no excuse for her hurt accusation.
"Aren't you being a total irresponsible prick?"
Han Yura stepped closer, poking my chest with her finger.
"Fuck, you turn me into a girl who can't live without your dick. Fuck... Do you even remember the last time we fucked?"
"...Last Tuesday, lunch break at the office."
Post-nut clarity gave me perfect recall of the date and time.
She let out a disbelieving scoff.
"Ha, fuck... And in between, you fucked that new face. Post-nut hit you?"
"......."
"Sigh... Fuck... Anyway, remember how you treated me then?"
"...Post-nut mode, rough fuck and done?"
Her eyes blazed with fury at my indifferent reply.
"You make me do all sorts of perverted shit, get me hooked, and now you're playing games?"
Her cry went beyond jealousy—it was a scream of betrayal.
I could only stand there, stunned.
"You know I have a huge sex drive, even if I pretend otherwise! You awakened that!"
She stepped even closer, jabbing at me with reddened eyes.
"But... fuck, why won't you touch me?!"
"......."
"Fuck, bored of me now?"
Her final words stabbed like a dagger into my heart.
Yeah, I'd thought of all these women as my "possessions."
But I'd never once considered their side.
They were just tools to satisfy my dick, my urges, whenever I felt like it.
She wasn't wrong about a single thing.
Before her flawless logic, I was forced to confront how selfish, pathetic, and disgusting I truly was.
Having poured out her heart, Han Yura's voice softened, more at ease.
"Sigh, fuck... Anyway, I'm your first, right? Yeah?"
She asked for confirmation, but it was a declaration.
"Give a fuck about me, you asshole."
Then, she added a perfectly reasonable proposal to keep this twisted relationship going.
"And... if you're adding more girls, at least make a schedule. Fuck, don't make me wait around like an idiot wondering if you'll fuck me today or tomorrow."
With that, she set the new rules and brushed past me toward the door.
But she didn't go in—instead, leaning against the wall by the entrance.
She pulled out a fresh cigarette, lit it, and took a drag.
Her face looked relieved, but her expression toward me reverted to its usual bitchy scowl.
Exhaling a long plume of smoke, she said:
"Sigh, doesn't mean I'm head over heels in love or anything. Don't get it twisted."
"...You psycho bitch? What's with the sudden drift?"
After clinging and tearing up, now this attitude switch—I was baffled.
She smirked like she knew everything.
"What? Dumbass. You get off on this side of me anyway."
"Well, yeah..."
I couldn't deny it.
I studied her bitchy face for a bit, then asked cautiously.
"...Uh... is this... a signal right now?"
"Yeah."
Short and firm. I clutched my head, pleading for real.
"This is fucking confusing! Every time you bitch, how am I supposed to know if you want sex or you're just pissed?!"
To my outburst, she just silently exhaled smoke.
She'd dumped an unsolvable puzzle on me.
I shook my head, grinding out my own cigarette.
Fights with Han Yura always end like this.
No clear resolution—just tangled emotions and new problems.
In the distance, the yellow preschool bus approached.
Waiting for it, I couldn't let go of the swirling worries.
Lee Soohee turned me into a 30-second premature mess, and Han Yura's bitching about why I won't fuck her.
Fuck my life.
That "Vitality King" Kim Cheolsu project I'd joked about to screw with Yura...
Maybe I should actually try it?
I seriously pondered my 50-billion-won stamina-boosting project.
Then, with a hiss, the bus door opened, revealing little Haneul with her backpack.
Spotting me, she beamed.
I shoved all the vulgar thoughts from my mind.
And plastered on the perfect "daddy smile."
"Daddy~!"
Haneul toddled over full speed, backpack bouncing.
"My princess~ Come here~"
I knelt and scooped her up effortlessly.
She felt heavier than a few days ago.
Lifting her, my arms strained a bit.
'Ah...'
Yeah, time to start working out.
Stamina's one thing, but to keep hoisting this kid for the next 10, 20 years, I need real strength—or I can't even be a proper dad.
I kissed Haneul's cheek and whispered my vow.
'Yeah. Time to hit the gym.'