Chapter 295
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 295
Chapter Title: Seducing the Wife
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"Oppa, me too...♡ I'm really your fan, you know♡"
The two girls grinding up against me slyly slipped me their numbers.
The other girls who had come with their own guys and were now rubbing up against them were secretly stuffing me with scraps of paper bearing their contacts too... It really drove home the point that looks were everything.
This was the first time in my life that bar girls selling their bodies had ever given me their numbers unprompted.
I hadn't even asked!
'Fuck, back when I used to ask for them, no one would give them out... Guess life really is a breeze when you're hot, handsome, and popular. Or wait... maybe it was because back then I went all macho like, [Hey you fucking bitch, gimme your number. Shit, acting all high and mighty for a slut. Cunt, hand over your digits?]'
That's when the bar girl started crying and called over the male staff, and before the busboys and drunk patrons swarmed me and beat the shit out of me, they told me to get lost. So I said, "Y-yes, sir. I won't do it again. Sorry," and bolted.
That memory came flooding back.
'Maybe I was the one in the wrong... Nah, but it's all because of the women in my family anyway.'
Not my fault.
My family's fault.
End of story.
I shoved the bad old memories out of my head and, to distract myself, tossed a question at the girl fawning over my side.
"Do celebrities come here often?"
"Yeah, our place keeps secrets tight and security's top-notch, so a bunch of big-name male stars drop by. Why? Want me to introduce you? They're all talking about you these days since you're so famous. If I put in a good word and bridge the gap, they'd love it. We could all hang out, become friends, and they'd visit more. Hehe."
"Nah. What would I want with male celebs? Not like they're female idols. Pass. No interest. I'd rather suck on your pretty tits. Mmm, slurp. Ah, delicious."
"Eek~♡ Oppa, you're being so aggressive all of a sudden~♡"
Since all the girls in the karaoke room were laser-focused on me, the guys started feeling salty and ordered even pricier bottles.
'You motherfuckers. Order in moderation.'
If this were before I started selling potions when I was broke, or back when I was secretly pawning jewelry at the gold shop, I might've come up short tonight.
"Whoa, fuck. Thanks to Seung-ho, we're draining our balls proper tonight. Heh. First time for me playing with two top-shelf girls like this."
"Heh. Thanks, Seung-ho. ...Hey, girls. For the price, it's cool to creampie you, right?"
"Eek~♡ Dunno~~♡"
"Heh heh heh, tonight I'll give you two something even my wife hasn't experienced: filling that pussy to the brim with cum."
"Aiiing~~♡"
Four guys including me, eight girls. The big karaoke room felt packed.
And once everyone started fucking, the air got thick with sex heat—AC cranked to max.
Even as I pounded away, I gathered addresses and info on the three guys here.
Drunk off their asses and grateful for the expensive girls I'd indirectly covered, they spilled their personal details without a second thought.
'That's right. Now that's worth the cash.'
After fucking the bar girls to our hearts' content, we wrapped up and I headed home.
Quickly banged the mansion girls begging for it, then contacted a PI firm and placed a few jobs on my real targets.
A few days later.
I'd gotten all the dirt I wanted, so I made my move on the first target, nice and calculated.
She hardly ever left the house for some reason, so I just showed up bold as brass when her husband was out.
"...W-who are you? ...Huh? Park... Park Seung-ho? ...Oh, my husband was bragging nonstop about meeting and hanging out with you the other day... But what brings you to our home? He's at work. Did you guys mix up times? Should I call him? He forgets appointments sometimes. Sorry about that."
A pretty, demure 35-year-old housewife type with a youthful face, and her daughter who looked about 20, were home.
The oldest guy from that night—the 40-year-old—was 20 when he knocked up a middle-schooler, and these were the daughter and wife from back then.
The 35-year-old married woman's name was Jo Ga-yeon, and her 20-year-old daughter's was Choi Eun-bi.
"No, don't call. I knew your husband wouldn't be here."
"...Pardon?"
"Ga-yeon, I have something urgent to discuss... Could your daughter step out for a bit...?"
Getting my drift, Jo Ga-yeon sent her daughter to her room.
The girl clearly wanted to chat more with me, a TV star, but she didn't defy her mom.
If anything, she played the mature, prim act—smiling sweetly at me, throwing an awkward wink, and heading to her room like a good girl.
'Daughter's smitten at first sight... After I fuck the mom, reeling in the daughter for some mother-daughter bowl should be easy.'
Once the daughter was gone, I showed the woman photos that'd shock her socks off.
Pics of her husband cheating passionately with another woman.
Not the ones from Blue Moon with me, but him shacked up with a whole other family.
This was why I'd shelled out big bucks to the PI and waited days.
"Why show these to me?"
Jo Ga-yeon's voice was flat.
Annoyed, furious, but not shocked.
"...You already knew?"
I'd half-expected as much.
No way she was clueless with her husband cheating for ages.
"......"
Jo Ga-yeon knew her husband was stepping out.
But rather than accept it, she'd bottled it up—her eyes brimming with rage and sorrow at the breaking point.
"So you accept your husband's affair? ...Guess I got the wrong idea. I'll be going. If it's consensual privacy stuff, nothing for me to say. Take care."
I pretended to back off, like I'd misjudged: 'Oh, you're cool with hubby fucking around? Got it. Live happily, sucker.'
That lit the fuse. She burst out—not acceptance—like something inside her shattered, squeezing out words through choked sobs she barely held back.
"...Until my daughter... grows up, at least until she marries... I didn't want divorce... What if her in-laws reject a divorced family...? Sob..."
"Ah..."
Just a mom holding it together for her kid.
That made it easy.
Time to fan the flames of revenge.
Come on, you're pissed too. You want payback.
"So you're just gonna keep living like this?"
"...I have no choice. ...No money."
"Wrong. You do. Heh heh... Got a great idea."
"...A great idea?"
"Yeah, a great one. A real good one. Heh heh..."
I whispered to her about "tit for tat" affairs.
Her eyes went wide as she stared at me.
Then she noticed my hand slyly groping hers... and blushed.
Ears turning beet red too... her shy look meshed perfectly with her youthful face, coming off super cute.
'Not pulling away? She must be into it. At least not hating it.'
She didn't reject my shallow, impure touch—face flushing deeper as she asked me:
"...So is that why you came here? For this...?"
Her eyes held a hint of reproach, wariness.
But it was an act. I could feel her real feelings were the opposite.
So I pushed harder, openly.
"You hate it? I'll leave if you do. But I'd love your okay... You're still gorgeous, Ga-yeon. Such a shame to waste."
"...P-pretty? Me? Don't tease. I'm a wilted flower now... Hubby always says I'm old and ugly... Told me not to go out, it'd embarrass the neighborhood... Sob... So I've been stuck home lately... Barely seeing friends..."
Bullshit? She was still prime.
Youthful face made her look 20s, body and looks screamed no grown kid.
'That bastard gaslit her hard. She's still hot enough for guys to chase. Kept her indoors so no one like me could steal a piece. Heh heh heh.'
And now it was happening...!
'Bro, I'll fuck your wife good and proper. Shouldn't have cheated. I'll knock her up as my baby mama soon—hypnotize you to trust her word, no doubts, and raise the kids like yours. Heh heh heh. ...After impregnating Jo Ga-yeon, gotta hypnotize the husband to believe her blindly and raise any babies with love.'