The Common Sense-Altered Bride Devotes Her Vows' Kiss to Destruction - 1
Rule 1: Satisfying you and following your orders is the top priority.
Rule 2: No matter what words or actions you take, others hold no aversion or ill will toward them.
Rule 3: Your opinions are the truth, and no doubts shall be held about them.
At last, this day had come. Standing before the massive brown doors with my father beside me, I repeated the words to myself, my face overflowing with tension and excitement.
This was the day I had waited for with my entire life on the line. My wedding to Junwoo, the man I loved. The white dress we had agonized over for hours together looked like pure clouds, and the pearls on my necklace sparkled like morning dew. My heart thudded heavily. Joy and anticipation seemed to race through my veins.
Beyond this door, Junwoo was waiting. A brand-new life with him awaited me.
As if answering my expectations, a voice rang out from beyond the door to mark the moment.
“The bride may now enter!”
The doors opened, and my father and I walked slowly forward in time with the wedding march. At the sight that unfolded before me, my steps faltered for an instant. Sunlight pouring through the stained glass, bathing the pure white wedding hall in warm, reflected radiance. Guests with all eyes fixed on me lined both sides, and the elegantly unfurled red carpet. My gaze followed it straight to the center of the hall, toward the altar.
There stood my childhood friend and today’s groom, Junwoo, smiling. Instead of his usual clothes he wore the high-end tuxedo I had carefully chosen for him, chest puffed out with pride. Yet that bright, innocent smile had not changed at all since our elementary school days. Whether in happy times or hard ones, he had always smiled at me like that from my side. Even when I pretended to be surprised by the proposal he had planned long in advance, he had been smiling just like that.
Seeing that smile made me smile too. Thanks to him, I had never been alone. And now Junwoo was not alone either.
An unfamiliar man stood there. Average build, average skin tone, average features—and completely naked, wearing nothing at all. Looking closer, his face seemed vaguely familiar. A neighbor, perhaps? We had passed each other before but never spoken. I had no memory of sending him a wedding invitation.
No, that wasn’t the issue. Why was he standing there like that?
His bare skin looked strikingly white and smooth beneath the hall’s brilliant lights. It was unbelievable. A man who was not the groom, entirely nude, standing on the altar of our wedding. He stood beside my groom as if… as if he were the true star of the ceremony.
Junwoo’s smile remained exactly as I knew it. Our footsteps resumed. I should have stopped, but I could not. My legs moved forward against my will, as though following some perfectly rehearsed choreography. Yet my mind spun frantically, trying to process the scene.
Why? Why? Why?
The wedding hall was silent. No—it was peaceful. My father held my arm and smiled as usual. The guests welcomed us with warm eyes. Even my bridesmaids had tears glistening at the corners of their eyes. Not one person cried out that the situation was strange. Only the elegant notes of the wedding march filled the air.
It was confusing. But strangely, I felt neither anxiety nor anger. My mind simply went blank for a moment. To be exact, it went blissfully blank. A cozy warmth spread through my body and heart, like sinking naked into the finest duvet. It was an odd phenomenon, yet not at all unpleasant.
I let myself surrender to that comfort for a moment, escaping the incomprehensible reality, and little by little I began to accept it.
Well… it doesn’t matter, does it? A naked man suddenly appearing at the wedding. Yeah, it doesn’t matter. These things can happen. It is midsummer after all—a little hot to be wearing clothes. He must have wanted to watch our ceremony up close. Yeah, that makes sense. Junwoo and everyone else must be thinking the same thing.
The instant I thought that, everything became clear before my eyes, as if every puzzle piece had clicked perfectly into place.
Ah, I see.
When I returned to reality feeling refreshed, my father and I had already reached the front of the altar. As the wedding march ended, my father released my arm. I walked slowly—ever so slowly—toward Junwoo.
And… with the naked man standing right beside us, I took my place in front of Junwoo.
“You look so beautiful, Minseo.”
“You look really handsome right now too.”
Junwoo and I shared love through our eyes—the precious love we had built together all this time. The naked man standing there was only natural, so I no longer paid it any mind.
Now the bride and groom were both ready. Everything was proceeding smoothly.
“Minseo.”
The naked man’s voice called my name, clear and gentle. He gazed at me quietly. His eyes were calm like a deep lake, holding only me within them.
“Yes?” I answered with a smile, my voice composed.
“Let’s get married with my cock instead of this guy.”
…I simply stared at him for a brief moment. The sentence that echoed through the hall, his body half-wrapped in light—both felt as though they existed beyond this world. His masculinity clearly asserted its presence even under the soft lighting. Thin blue veins traced across the white skin, and the soft pink tip was not yet noticeably aroused, yet it seemed to hold latent power.
“Yes, I understand.”
I answered without hesitation. I did not know why I should. There was no need to know. So I accepted it as natural. It must be. Because he said so.
He smiled and said, “Really? You like my cock that you’ve never seen before more than your original groom?”
At his question I felt a flicker of puzzlement.
“It’s not really like that… but you asked me to, right? So I’ll marry it. Your cock.”
I heard something crumbling inside me. It probably wasn’t important.
“I’m sorry, Junwoo. I really wanted to marry you, but it can’t be helped.”
“I-it’s fine. It’s only natural to help out. Don’t mind me.”
Junwoo waved his hands, smiling as always. I was the only one who noticed how that smile creaked just a little. He was still bad at lying.
Then the man laughed even louder. His laughter rang throughout the wedding hall. All the guests simply smiled at us with gentle warmth.
It was terribly peaceful.
“Groom, your bride has accepted my proposal. What do you think?” He turned to Junwoo and asked. There was no mockery or jealousy in his voice—only pure curiosity.
Junwoo answered with an awkward smile. “Ah, I see. Congratulations…?”
“Thanks. Then, can I borrow the hall? I need to marry her with my cock instead of you now.”
At his words Junwoo nodded at once. “Yes, that’s fine. Then… may I stay here?”
“No, it’s not your wedding anymore. Go sit in the audience and please bless us.”
“Yes. Congratulations on your marriage, Minseo. And… on your cock as well.”
Junwoo seemed to be congratulating us from the bottom of his heart. He casually stepped down to the audience seats and sat in an empty chair, as if that spot had always belonged to him.
Now only I, the man, and his cock remained on the altar. The altar felt wider than before.
“What was your relationship with that guy?” He glanced at Junwoo and asked.
“We were childhood friends. We grew up together. We’re in love. Very much so.”
I answered honestly while looking at Junwoo sitting there blankly.
“Haha, and yet you’re fine with this right now?”
“Well, to be honest… it feels a little empty. I’ve been dreaming of this day with him for a long time.”
Seeing my bitter smile, the man’s expression hardened as if his excitement had cooled. Oops. Being too honest is my weakness. After all, I was the one who had accepted his request. Showing this kind of reaction would upset anyone. I didn’t want to upset him. Because he had asked.
“Ah, s-sorry. Please don’t mind it. It’s absolutely not your fault. I was the one who said it was good.”
The man scratched his head, looking troubled. “Even if you say that… I wanted the bride to have a happy wedding if possible…”
His warm consideration made my guilt swell even larger. I had to do something for his sake. Since he wished for it, the wedding with him had to be happy.
The man thought for a moment, then his eyes sparkled as he clapped his hands. “That’s it!”
“You just need to love my cock from now on, right? Several times more than that Junwoo guy. Then you can have a happy wedding. Let’s do that right away.”
I was stunned for a moment. It was a brilliant idea. How could I not have thought of such a simple solution? Thanks to that, it seemed I could enjoy the wedding again.
“There was a way like that! I’ll do it that way. Thank you.”
At that moment my brain hurriedly carried out his command from the back of my consciousness. The part of my brain responsible for “love,” which had taken Junwoo’s form, melted away helplessly. Completely losing its shape, it was kneaded and reformed into the shape of his masculinity. Before long, my new Love’s Shape, now fully formed, seeped back into my brain as if nothing had happened.
My brain decided from now on to perceive it as the Love’s Shape. Because he wished for it. Because that was the top priority. Because it was only natural.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
He shook his hips back and forth as if testing me. “How is it?”
After that single blink, the world that entered my eyes again was so captivating and beautiful that nothing else mattered.
“I-it seems okay now…” I said shyly, my face flushed, staring only at the groin he presented. It was the face of a woman helplessly fallen in love, obvious to anyone who saw.
“So I can give commands like this too. I’ve learned something,” the man murmured softly, but the words never reached me—my eyes were fixed solely on the gently swaying groin.
“Then you’re not sad because of Junwoo anymore? Do you think you can have a happy wedding now?”
“Yes! Of course! Don’t worry anymore! I caused trouble because of Junwoo.”
I shouted, clenching my fist vigorously. Junwoo, who had been watching from afar, seemed to clench his fist as well. The emptiness from before had vanished completely. This was sincere.
My love for Junwoo hadn’t changed. That was also sincere. It was just that the being before my eyes was several times more important now. Naturally.
Only then did the man’s expression soften. “That’s a relief. Then shall we begin the wedding?”
“Yes, I’m ready.”