Chapter 145
Chapter 145
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 145
Chapter Title: Yoon Chaewon's Daily Life
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Yoon Chaewon timed it perfectly with Kim Cheolsu's return from his morning jog, setting out a breakfast table straight out of an ordinary family home.
The rich, savory aroma of doenjang stew filled the house.
A moment later, the front door opened, and Kim Cheolsu and Han Yura stepped inside.
Yoon Chaewon tried to greet them casually.
"Welcome ho—"
Before she could finish, Kim Cheolsu naturally pulled Han Yura into the bathroom.
Yoon Chaewon watched them for a second before heading into Kim Cheolsu's room as if it were routine, gathering fresh underwear and clothes for him to change into.
Vulgar moans echoed from beyond the bathroom door.
[Ha-eut... Ah... Fuck... Deeper... Heut... Hat]
Her brow furrowed ever so slightly at the sounds.
'He really needs to hit that stabilization phase soon...'
She let the thought trail off as she glanced toward the steamy shower booth, then neatly placed his clothes and underwear on the shelf outside the bathroom.
She picked up her husband's sweat-soaked workout gear tossed on the floor.
Next to it lay Han Yura's leggings and trashy panties.
Yoon Chaewon pettily kicked them aside into the corner with her foot before leaving the bathroom.
She took a moment to savor the scent of her husband's sweat-drenched clothes.
It was his unique scent, a mark of possession that only she could claim.
With the laundry loaded into the washer, she headed to her precious daughter Haneul's room.
The door opened silently and carefully.
Inside, her treasure—Yoon Haneul—lay sleeping with the face of an angel.
On the wide bed beside Haneul sprawled a large mixed-breed dog.
It was "Dangchil," the bodyguard and friend she'd gifted her daughter.
Dangchil lifted its head at the sight of Chaewon.
Its tail wagged gently as it panted happily in greeting.
Chaewon pressed a finger to her lips in a "shh" gesture.
She gazed down at her sleeping daughter's face.
The shadow that once darkened it was gone now.
Her husband might be a rough, vulgar beast thrusting wildly below the belt, but he was gentle with the child.
And thanks to his dream of a picture-perfect "family," they'd found their sanctuary.
Yoon Chaewon had no intention of ruining that haven over mere "jealousy."
Reaffirming her resolve once more, she gently stroked the face of her angelic treasure.
"Sweetie, time to wake up."
At the soft voice, the child's eyes fluttered open, tracing a happy curve.
Sensing its owner awake, Dangchil excitedly started licking the girl's face.
"Kyaa... That tickles, Dangchil!"
The child's clear laughter rang through the room.
True happiness finally settled on Yoon Chaewon's face at the sound.
For this moment, she could do anything.
After waking the child and stepping out, she saw her husband dressed in the clothes she'd prepared.
The man who'd just been ravishing another woman's body in the bathroom moments ago.
Yoon Chaewon didn't mind. She lightly wrapped her arms around his waist.
She planted a soft kiss on his lips with a faint smile.
"Once you hit stabilization... you know, right?"
Kim Cheolsu grinned playfully at her whisper.
"Heh... My wife's forced celibacy got you all worked up?"
"...A little?"
As Chaewon flicked her eyes like a vixen, Kim Cheolsu chuckled.
Just then, the door to Haneul's room opened.
The child in pajamas and the massive white mutt blended into the scene.
"Dangchil... Mommy and Daddy are kissing again! Embarrassing! Embarrassing!"
Kim Cheolsu and Yoon Chaewon burst out laughing at their daughter's innocent voice.
True happiness bloomed on Yoon Chaewon's face.
After breakfast, Kim Cheolsu changed into an expensive designer suit for work.
Yoon Chaewon stood before him, deftly tying his tie with practiced hands.
The smooth silk texture and the faint whiff of his skin from his neck tickled her heart.
She draped his jacket over his shoulders last, straightening his outfit.
His reflection in the mirror was perfection.
She smiled brightly.
"Whose husband is this handsome?"
"Heh... Mrs. Yoon's laying it on thick today."
Kim Cheolsu grinned mischievously.
Yoon Chaewon called softly to him.
"Honey."
He responded with a casual "Yeah?" Her hand trailed down his chest to his suit pants.
She gently stroked him there, smiling seductively.
"Don't fool around too much today. Come home early."
"Stabilization phase hasn't kicked in yet."
"We can do it from behind."
"You don't like that much."
Chaewon's smile deepened. She whispered in his ear.
"Someone developed it so thoroughly... Now even I enjoy it a bit."
"Pfft."
Kim Cheolsu finally cracked up and grabbed her ass firmly.
He whispered back in her ear, making a promise.
"Tonight, I'll make you drool all over the sheets. Look forward to it."
"Yeah..."
Chaewon shivered pleasantly at his affectionate threat.
He was her husband and her master.
With those words of anticipation for the night, Kim Cheolsu left the room.
As Chaewon followed to see him off, she spotted Choi Yang, transformed into the perfect secretary.
Her husband's other woman.
A woman who'd never known any man's touch but her husband's hands, feet, and...
Tissues.
The burning jealousy she felt toward Han Yura was nowhere to be found with Choi Yang.
To her, she was little more than furniture or a doll.
As the lady of the house, Chaewon greeted her with a kind smile.
"You're here."
"Good morning, Director Yoon."
"You don't even work at the company anymore... Just call me sis."
"Yes."
A curt exchange, as if neither cared much for the world.
Chaewon gave an awkward smile and approached her husband.
She meticulously brushed a speck of dust from his shoulder.
Then she saw him off.
Watching her husband's back as he left with Choi Yang, Yoon Chaewon smiled serenely.
Her perfect day was beginning.
Now she started preparing her precious daughter Haneul for daycare.
As she brushed the girl's yellow hair after breakfast and her cute daycare uniform, Chaewon drifted into thought.
Back in their 6-pyeong studio days, scraping by in poverty, Cheolsu had promised a "fucking expensive English kindergarten."
They'd achieved that goal, but soon it would be time for elementary school.
The shadow that once darkened the child's face was gone.
Watching her daughter smile brightly every day pulled her into new worries.
Should she just send her to the local public school?
Or look into private ones?
The dilemma lingered even as the yellow daycare bus pulled up outside.
Chaewon kissed Haneul's forehead as she boarded.
A black sedan carrying Haneul's dedicated bodyguard followed quietly behind the bus with the child.
Chaewon bowed politely to the bodyguard protecting her daughter.
"Take good care of her today, sis."
"Don't worry, ma'am."
Only after the reassuring reply did Chaewon return home.
An empty house with both husband and daughter gone.
'Maybe I'll wash the bedding today?'
Bathed in warm sunlight, the natural thought crossed Yoon Chaewon's mind as she entered.
At 10 a.m., the housekeeper arrived.
She'd hired her after getting pregnant.
Chatting idly with the housekeeper while handling minor chores, she headed to a small sunlit room on the second floor.
It was her private little atelier.
Chaewon sat before the canvas and picked up a brush.
She recalled what Haneul had chattered about after daycare recently.
'Mommy! A friend said the dragon on your arm is cool today! So I told them? My mommy's an artist, so she draws pictures on her body!'
That little white lie.
The fact that her daughter proudly called her scars "art" instead of being ashamed.
Chaewon resolved to turn that small fib into the "truth."
Ding-dong.
The doorbell rang—her art teacher had arrived.
A fresh-faced college student from art school.
"Today we'll cover the basics of oil painting composition, ma'am."
Yoon Chaewon gripped the brush tightly.
She was now a mother of two, a wife to one man, and preparing to become the world's coolest "artist."
By the time art class ended, it was already late afternoon.
Yoon Chaewon prepared to welcome her husband home.
She fed dinner to Haneul, back from daycare.
Bathed the child and tucked her in.
Only then did her real night begin.
She lit scented candles in the bathroom.
Filled the tub with hot water.
Before soaking, she used an enema.
With familiar motions, she cleansed her insides thoroughly.
It was a ritual to receive him perfectly.
After her bath, with the child asleep, she went to the dressing room.
Yoon Chaewon opened a drawer full of ordinary underwear.
Then the hidden compartment at the very bottom.
Inside were items meant solely for Kim Cheolsu, not her.
Trashy, lewd lingerie.
Fronts that barely covered the essentials.
Black T-back panties with just a string in the rear.
Transparent lace panties that hid nothing.
Split-crotch panties open in the middle, ready anytime.
Even jewel panties strung with precarious pearls.
She gazed at them for a moment.
But Chaewon's hand went elsewhere instead of the panties.
To the velvet box at the drawer's deepest recess.
Inside was a silver anal plug with a red gem on the handle.
She slicked it with saliva.
Then inserted it into her rear entrance herself.
Her waist twitched at the cold metal sensation.
Chaewon sighed at the unpleasant feeling.
'I never get used to this...'
'Han Yura enjoyed this hole just fine...'
A twinge of inexplicable envy escaped as another small sigh.
She turned to the clothes draped over a chair.
Tacky, erotic leopard-print stockings.
She slid her smooth legs—where a carp tattoo writhed—into them.
All preparations complete.
Transformed into a gift solely for him, she lay on the bed.