The Bride Under Common Sense Alteration Offers Her Vow of Kiss to Ruin - 3 (Complete)
1. Satisfying you and following your orders is the highest priority.
2. No matter what words or actions you take, others will hold no aversion or ill will toward them.
3. Your opinions are absolute truth, and no one will harbor any doubt about them.
He stood exactly where he was, giving me the chance. I didn’t hesitate. This was finally the climax. The beautiful moment that sealed a marriage—the one I had watched countless times in movies and dramas, the one I had always longed for.
My heart began to pound wildly. I had always wanted my first kiss to happen right here in the wedding hall. I remembered how Junwoo had grumbled that I watched too many movies, yet still gave in to my stubborn request in the end.
I’m sorry, Junwoo.
I’d joked that once we were married I’d make it up to him a hundred times over, but it looks like I won’t be able to keep that promise.
Thank you so much, Junwoo.
Thanks to your kindness, on this stage you prepared for me, I can offer my very first kiss to my one true love.
Yes. Thank you.
This must be my destiny.
Still on my knees, I gently cradled his balls with both hands and slowly lowered my body. The hem of my dress scraped against the marble floor with a soft rustle.
My face drew close to the groom’s.
From the tip of the groom, a clear fluid flowed even more abundantly than before, glistening brightly.
They must be tears of joy for the wedding. To shed tears on such a happy day… we really are alike.
Please don’t cry.
Whether you’re happy or sad,
I’ll be right by your side from now on.
I took a deep breath.
I poured every feeling in my heart onto my lips.
Those feelings overflowed, turning into four sweet syllables that spilled out.
“I love you.”
My crimson love gently touched his skin. The soft, warm, living sensation sent shivers racing through my entire body. It felt like electricity. I pressed my lips firmly against the tender flesh, applying just enough pressure. I felt the groom tremble faintly between my lips. From above came his quiet groan. His breath drifting downward was scorching hot. I didn’t pull away. I simply closed my eyes and stayed there for a moment. A time to commemorate our first kiss. The wedding hall was perfectly silent. Nothing disturbed our love. Then, slowly, I drew my lips back. Gently, I opened my eyes. A vivid red lipstick mark remained. A clear mark proving my love. I smiled faintly as I looked at it. The tears he had shed stretched between my lips and him like threads of fate. With flushed eyes and a bright smile, I whispered to the Love’s Shape before me.
“Now we are husband and wife.”
My tears fell onto his feet. He simply looked down at me in silence. His expression was one of utter satisfaction. I’m so glad…
“With this, the two of you are officially husband and wife. The wedding ceremony is now complete. Everyone, please offer your blessings.”
At his shout, applause erupted through the hall once more. My bridesmaids rushed over to help me stand. They hugged me and cried, but every tear was a celebration of my new beginning.
“Congratulations, Minseo! It was such a beautiful wedding!”
One of my friends patted my shoulder as she spoke.
“Yeah… thank you.”
Still wrapped in their embrace, I turned my head toward the groom. He stood there as imposing as ever. He was my husband now. The one I would devote my entire life to serving. I smiled at him. He had no mouth, yet it felt like he was smiling back at me. After my friends came my parents, their eyes red with emotion.
“Dad… Mom…”
I ran to them and threw myself into their arms. Mother stroked my hair and said,
“You must serve your husband well from now on. Forget about Mom and Dad. Forget about Junwoo. From now on, think only of your husband.”
“Yes, Mom. I will.”
I answered with all my heart.
“Always greet him with a smile. If your husband is struggling, comfort him first. If he’s happy, be happy with him. Understand?”
“Yes, Dad. I will.”
“Good. Our daughter has grown up so beautifully.”
At Father’s words, I shed tears once more. They turned toward the man standing behind me—my new husband.
“Please take good care of our daughter, Minseo…”
Father couldn’t finish. He probably didn’t know what to call him.
“Sure. Honestly, I only wanted to try a wedding like this. I’ll probably get tired of her soon and toss her aside, but whatever.”
He spoke lightly, as if it were nothing. Even hearing those words, I felt nothing. Because that was only natural. Accepting that the one I loved could abandon me at any time—that too was love. My parents simply smiled and nodded.
“Minseo, you must work hard every single day so he doesn’t grow tired of you.”
Mother squeezed my hand and whispered. Her eyes were filled with sincere advice. I nodded vigorously. Of course. For a wife, letting her husband grow tired of her was the greatest failure. I will do my best. Once my parents stepped back, the next person to approach me was Junwoo.
“Minseo.”
He called my name. His voice was still gentle, yet somewhere within it lingered a faint sense of loss.
“Junwoo.”
I called back. The moment I saw his face, a very faint but unmistakable sadness brushed across my heart. But it vanished just as quickly. He was no longer my husband. He was my childhood friend. Nothing more, nothing less.
“Congratulations. Really… congratulations.”
He spoke as if it were nothing. Yet his gaze lingered for a moment on the man standing behind me.
“Thanks. I’m glad you said that.”
“Just… just be happy, okay?”
“I am. I’m truly happy right now.”
I meant every word. Wanting him to know that, I gave him a bright smile. Deep in my heart, I felt a tiny spark quietly going out. Was that the memories I shared with Junwoo? Or perhaps…
“Oh, and if I get tired of her and throw her away, you can have her. If you don’t mind, that is.”
The man casually draped an arm over Junwoo’s shoulder and spoke affectionately.
“Of course. I’ll be waiting anytime.”
Junwoo answered with a smile, as if joking with an old friend. The sense of loss had completely vanished from his eyes. Only pure goodwill remained. This was our new relationship.
A natural, peaceful, perfect relationship. Once Junwoo stepped aside, he approached me.
“Ah, that was fun. It’s been a while since I had a good idea. Shall we wrap this up?”
He was still completely naked, yet no one treated it as strange. His behavior as the master of ceremonies felt perfectly natural. He took my hand. It was pale and slightly cold.
“Yes.”
I nodded and took his hand. Together we descended from the altar. The guests sent us off with enthusiastic applause. Their eyes were fixed on my dress and on my husband, but there was no criticism or suspicion in their gazes—only sincere blessings.
“Now the bride and groom should move to the reception hall.”
The wedding planner approached and spoke. She was the one who had been preparing today’s ceremony with Junwoo and me from the beginning. I felt a twinge of guilt for suddenly changing the groom and causing her trouble.
“Ugh… is there more? I’m getting tired…”
He muttered, sounding annoyed. He turned to look at the planner and stared at her for a long moment. Intently.
“By the way, you have quite a lewd body.”
His eyes traveled up and down her figure. She was wearing a suit, yet his gaze seemed to pierce straight through her clothes.
“Oh, thank you. I’m flattered that you would compliment my body.”
The planner accepted it calmly, though her cheeks flushed slightly.
“Especially your ass. It’s perfect. Want to marry my cock?”
The moment I heard those words, my mind went pleasantly blank once again. Ah, I see. So my wedding ends here? Of course. It’s only natural. Now it’s the next person’s turn. Without any reluctance, I let go of his hand.
“Pardon?”
The planner cried out in confusion.
“It’s your turn now. You’re going to marry him. My cock, that is.”
The place his finger pointed to—he—had grown rock-hard again. Clear fluid dripped from him like drool, flowing over the lipstick mark I had left. Oh, you poor thing. Are you that happy to meet a new bride? The planner’s eyes widened like balloons. Her gaze darted between me, the man, and him. Then, as if she had finally understood, she nodded.
“Ah… I see. So I’m the bride now?”
“That’s right. You’re very lucky. Congratulations.”
I spoke first. My voice was remarkably peaceful. I had to step back now. Since my husband wished to increase the number of his wives, I should sit in the audience like Junwoo and watch the next bride’s wedding. It was the most natural thing in the world.
“Um, but is it okay to do it dressed like this…”
The planner hesitated, looking down at her stiff black suit.
“Then being naked is fine too. I’m already starting to get tired of dresses anyway.”
He spoke generously.
“Really? Thank you.”
The planner nodded without hesitation. She reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse. White skin and a black lace bra were revealed.
“Mmm, just as I thought.”
He murmured in satisfaction as he watched her. His gaze slowly traveled from her breasts to her stomach, then down her legs. She undressed without a hint of shame. She was simply doing what was natural. The man frowned.
“Can you hurry it up? I’m getting pretty tired.”
“I’m sorry.”
The planner sped up, quickly stripping off her skirt and panties as if tossing them aside. Once the black lace panties that contrasted with her pale skin slipped away, the professional planner disappeared. In her place stood a single naked woman in the middle of the wedding hall. Her smooth waist, full hips, and the faint patch of pubic hair. Her body looked healthily energetic in a way that didn’t quite match the wedding atmosphere. She was definitely the kind of woman he would fall for. Still, her breasts are smaller than mine. I felt a slight sense of relief and superiority. I suppose that’s just a woman’s instinct.
“I’m sorry, former bride, but may I borrow the altar for a moment?”
The woman who had been the planner swayed her hips cutely as she asked me hesitantly. Her expression was so adorable that I smiled without thinking and answered.
“Of course. You’re the new bride now. Congratulations.”
“Thank you… and even though it’s late, congratulations on your marriage as well.”
“Good. Now get up on the altar, kneel, and wait.”
As if forcing an unruly animal to move, the man gave one of her plump buttocks a sharp slap. Even another woman could hear the lewd moan that echoed for a moment.
“Y-yes!”
She obeyed obediently. Her single reddened cheek jiggled like pudding as she climbed onto the altar. I watched with a satisfied expression, then neatly folded the clothes she had hastily thrown aside.
Deep in my heart, I sincerely blessed the new bride.
The new bride has fully accepted her role.
All doubts have been erased. Only peaceful, absolute devotion remains.
