The Best Asset
A Seoral University graduate with a master's from an overseas university—an elite who'd never tasted failure in life or been outdone by anyone else. A talented man with a likable appearance and a gentle, kind personality. Objectively speaking, Kim Youngae's husband was the perfect man.
However, after spying on his KakaoTalk through manipulation and editing functions and observing his status messages over time, I had only one impression of him.
A pathetic loser consumed by inferiority.
A guy who couldn't stand the existence of anyone superior to him because he was so full of himself. A man who cheated on his perfect wife, Kim Youngae, with lesser women.
That's why I didn't think much of her husband at all. I'd even forgotten his name.
'Then at the OT, Senior Lee Cheol-hyun jogged my memory. The world sure has funny ways with connections.'
Park Wonha. The new Seoral University professor introduced by Senior Lee Cheol-hyun. That was Kim Youngae's husband.
After marriage, Park Wonha learned of her innate talents and began neglecting her—out of jealousy and inferiority toward his own wife.
One of Kim Youngae's talent entries was business acumen. After tying the knot, as her husband started his business, she fulfilled her duties as a loving wife. She supported him wholeheartedly, offering advice on his ventures among other things.
Hidden beneath her submissive nature, Kim Youngae was principled and resilient enough to endure ordinary pleasures without faltering. Even if it was her husband's decision, she'd advise him without hesitation if a better option presented itself. She believed it was the way a wife helped her man.
And those pieces of advice crushed Park Wonha's pride.
Having walked only the elite path, Park Wonha felt inferior every time her insights surpassed his plans. The more she supported him, the emptier he felt, and that emptiness twisted into resentment toward her.
Pathetic. Laughable.
'The funniest part? He got mad every time she advised him but followed every single one.'
Kim Youngae was far too good for a man like Park Wonha. Beautiful looks, a submissive personality, talents perfect for the ultimate homemaker. She was the ideal wife in every way. Too ideal, in fact—which he couldn't handle.
The kind of woman he wanted was a trophy wife from a good family: beautiful, obedient, and ornamental.
'So he started cheating, leaving his wife behind.'
There are men like that. Unable to satisfy certain urges through a superior wife, they seek them out in affairs. It's especially common among elites who've strolled down life's red carpet—they can't bear standing before a better woman as it shatters their masculine ego, so they chase inferior ones to soothe their inferiority and unfulfilled conquests.
The American actor famous for Terminator was a prime example. He had a beautiful, capable wife but cheated with an ugly housekeeper and even got her pregnant.
Park Wonha was the same. He kept affairs with young, pliable women where he could play the dominant role.
So yeah, mentor. My mentor I've yet to meet. Sorry, but your wife is mine now.
The taxi pulled up to the destination.
"This place..."
"Familiar, right? It's the building with your husband Youngae's business office."
"Why here..."
"Because there's something I want to show you."
I pulled out my smartphone and checked Park Wonha's profile. He'd lied to Kim Youngae about a business trip and was planning to run off with his mistress. But it looked like he wanted one last romp before leaving—his status message read something like 'If only her tits were bigger.'
'Perfect timing.'
I took Kim Youngae's hand and entered the building. Getting to Park Wonha's office required passing two locked doors, but that was no issue.
Apparently, banging mistresses amid the city view from his high-floor office soothed his inferiority complex, because Professor Park Wonha summoned women there often. A quick dig through KakaoTalk revealed the passwords easily.
"From here on, walk quietly—no footsteps."
"...Okay."
"Your husband went on a lot of business trips, didn't he?"
I glanced at Kim Youngae as I spoke. Her face was rigid.
"Even for a businessman, didn't it seem like too many?"
We turned the corner, and Park Wonha's office came into view.
"Your husband's 'business trips' were like this."
Beyond the transparent glass wall, Park Wonha sat in his chair while a woman shook her ass on top of him.
As I watched Kim Youngae's body stiffen, I thought to myself.
During today's date, she'd felt no headaches once. Her happiness with me outweighed any guilt toward her husband—no stress meant she'd already fallen for me.
Yet she'd planned to refuse me due to the inertia of her lifelong values, which wouldn't allow her to continue the relationship.
'Then all I need is a shock big enough to shatter that inertia.'
Kim Youngae clutched her head and staggered. The sudden stress had triggered a migraine.
I hurriedly embraced her, kneading the nape of her neck with Action Hand. I even activated the pleasure function to snap her out of it.
"Ah..."
She looked at me amid the faint pleasure. Holding her close, I whispered in her ear.
"You were going to say we should stop seeing each other earlier, weren't you? Even though you like me, you weren't honest."
I dropped the formal speech. Her last reason to refuse me was gone.
Now, I would be her man—the husband she'd serve for life.
"Someone as obedient as you? No way I'm letting you go."
I finished with a kiss on Youngae's lips. Even in her confusion, her body responded as I'd trained it, meeting my lips.
"Your husband doesn't deserve your love."
So.
"Answer me again, Kim Youngae. Will you be my woman?"
Her dazed eyes trembled, a single tear falling.
"Ah, aaaaah..."
Reading her status message again filled me with ecstasy.
A woman raised in a conservative family, taught woman's duty from youth. One who valued chastity, centering her world on her husband.
In this moment, all her bindings shattered, and I etched myself as her new center.
"Yes. Yes..."
This time, Youngae kissed me first. In the background, Park Wonha kissed his mistress. Ignoring that scene, I devoured his wife's lips—now my woman's.
'What a uniquely exquisite taste.'
Afterward, Youngae wanted to storm the office and declare divorce, but I stopped her. We had plenty of evidence photos; divorce could wait.
"Rushing in and making a scene isn't enough. Don't you want sweeter revenge?"
To celebrate her becoming mine, I gifted her thrilling vengeance—and satisfied my own amusement—by convincing her.
"If that's what Yunho wants... I'll do it."
Youngae agreed to keep it secret for now.
"Let's go home."
I took her hand. She raised no objection to my casual tone, blushing as she followed quietly—knowing what awaited at home.
We caught a taxi to her place. I grabbed her hand before she could enter the door code.
"I'll do it. What's the password?"
"830529."
Slightly flustered but unhesitating, she told me.
The door swung open, and I scooped her up, heading straight to the bedroom. I laid her voluptuous body on the bed and lay beside her.
This bed's master was now me. Thinking that made it feel softer than usual.
"Youngae."
"...Yes..."
Stroking her cheek, she instinctively overlaid her hand on mine. A lesson I'd taught: respond to a man's touch in kind.
And Youngae was an excellent student.
"Say it again. Do you want to be with me from now on?"
Stubborn once decided, her answer rang with resolve.
"Yes. I realized it. Being with you makes me happiest."
Target of Devotion
✦ Reward: 500 GP ✦
The quest was complete. From now on, Youngae's devotion belonged to me.
"When it's just us, call me 'hubby' from now on."
"Yes... Hubby."
Half-joking, but she didn't hesitate.
Watching her blush while calling a man twelve years her junior "hubby" made my cock throb.
'But first...'
"Youngae. Take off your wedding ring."
"Ah... Okay."
Pain flickered in her eyes at the ring, but she removed it and flung it to the floor.
"Good girl. My Youngae is so obedient."
Stroking her hair gently, she beamed happily.
"Now, let's review. When lying in bed with your husband, what do you do?"
"Ah..."
Once conditions are met, relieve his sexual desire.
And those conditions are... whenever he wants it...
Recalling her training, Youngae rose and slid down to my waist.
"Shall I... serve you, Hubby?"
Her eyes gleamed with anticipation and excitement.