The Villainess Hypothesis
If what Jihye said was true—that Yeonju had been tormenting her stepmother to the point of death—then Yeonju had to be seen as a wicked woman who had kept me trapped in the palm of her hand, toying with me for her own amusement. In that case, every action she’d shown me would have been nothing but a facade, a performance meticulously crafted to strike right at my tastes. The slightly helpless girl who made me want to take care of her, the one who didn’t even try to act cute yet was adorable simply by existing, even the way she was drunkenly beaming and giggling in front of me right now. All of it would have to be fake for the hypothesis that Yeonju was a villainess tormenting her stepmother to make any sense.
‘…Does that even add up? Still, there’s no reason for Jihye to lie after I’ve shown her so much kindness. In that case… it’s far more likely that Jihye was the one being used.’
The opposite scenario was just as chilling. If Yeonju was telling the truth, then her stepmother had to be a master gaslighter who played with people like toys, a heartless, insane bitch without a drop of blood or tears in her veins. Assuming Jihye had been manipulated, I tried to calculate how things could have spiraled this far.
First, Yeonju’s stepmother would have made Jihye—one of her own café employees—depend on her so deeply that Jihye saw her as a real mother. Then, in front of Jihye, who trusted and followed her like a parent, she would cry rivers about how Yeonju was tormenting her. After that, she would subtly guide Yeonju into working part-time at the café, ensuring that Jihye, who already hated Yeonju with a burning passion, would harass her.
Wow. She’s actually fucking insane.
It was pure soap-opera drama, but without a scenario like this, the current situation simply couldn’t be explained.
‘If that’s the case… no matter how I look at it… Yeonju’s stepmother is an absolutely monstrous bitch, isn’t she?’
It was an elegant yet utterly vile method—destroying her own daughter’s personality without lifting a single finger. It was the worst kind of tactic, one that could only be used by someone who didn’t just hate Yeonju but saw even Jihye as nothing more than a toy.
I planted both possibilities firmly in my mind and asked Yeonju about her stepmother. I wanted to know a little more about how Yeonju truly felt about her.
“Can you tell me about your mom… I mean, your stepmother? Why does she hate you so much, Yeonju?”
“Umm. She’s not my real mom, she’s my stepmother. She remarried my dad a few years ago. I think she’s jealous because Dad really likes me. I like both Mom and Dad, though…”
“Why do you like her? Even if she’s your mom, if she treats you badly, shouldn’t you hate her?”
“No! Actually… I feel a little sorry for her. I wish Dad would pay more attention to her instead of just me. I get lonely too, but Mom must be lonely as well…”
“…Can you tell me how she usually mistreats you?”
“Um… She mostly hurts me with words. She calls me a useless bitch… says I’m a disgrace to the family… that the reason Dad is so good to me is because I’m so pathetic…”
“…”
“Um… Minjun. Can we talk about something else? When I talk about this… it hurts right here… hehe…”
Yeonju poked at her own chest with her finger. I couldn’t continue. Watching her smile awkwardly even while saying it hurt made my own heart ache. There was no way this could be an act. Besides, she was drunk right now.
‘Hoo… So that means there’s a 99% chance Yeonju’s stepmother is the villain… Still, I should verify that last 1%.’
Only one percent remained before Yeonju’s innocence could be confirmed. But I didn’t want to leave even that one percent unchecked, so I looked at her and spoke.
“Yeonju. What would you think if I were with another woman besides you?”
“…”
“Yeonju?”
“Huh? Ah, y-yeah! I-I-I… I didn’t hear you properly.”
Yeonju’s lying skills were complete garbage. After getting drunk, even the words she usually managed came out stuttered, and her eyes darted around nervously. With skills like that, she probably couldn’t fool a seven-year-old.
“We kissed before, right, Yeonju?”
“Huh? Y-yes. Yes, yes. We… we kissed. You and I kissed, Minjun.”
“Then what would you think if I kissed another woman?”
“…”
“Yeonju?”
“B-b-b-bathroom!!! I’m going to the bathroom!!”
Yeonju suddenly shouted and shot up from her seat, sprinting toward the restroom. I was worried she might fall since she was drunk, but she ran surprisingly well. It seemed she still had her sense of direction. Or maybe she was just that desperate.
‘Guess I need to push her a little more.’
Her choice to pretend she hadn’t heard anything difficult didn’t seem very smart. No matter how much she tried to run away, I was determined to get an answer from her tonight.
I glanced sideways at the half-naked women at the next table. They looked back at me, and this time it didn’t stop at just looking. With Yeonju gone, they grew bolder.
“How old are you?”
The woman in the black dress who had been sitting at the next table slid right up beside me and spoke. Her companion, the one in short shorts that barely covered her ass, noticed and promptly took over the seat Yeonju had been in. The way she thrust her hips forward was as nimble as a ninja. Clearly these weren’t women new to this kind of game.
“If you’re in heat, go home and masturbate.”
I looked at the woman beside me with clear disdain. When joining a table like this, playing hard to get was part of the fun.
“Wow~ How did you know? I get super turned on when guys insult me. You’re totally my type.”
“You’re not my type, though?”
“Aww… Don’t be like that. Hey, did you know? Ever since you got out of the car… I’ve been soaked?”
She grabbed my wrist. I had only planned to show Yeonju something like a kiss to trigger her stress, but this bitch was clearly after something stronger.
She pulled my hand down to her lower belly and made me touch her panties. The moment my fingers made contact, I felt an incredible amount of wetness. She really was in heat.
“See? I’m so wet. I want to fuck you so bad. I’m going crazy wanting you to pound me like a dog.”
“I can tell without you saying it.”
I lightly stroked her dripping pussy over her soaked panties with my index and middle fingers.
-Swipe. Swipe.
“Mmm… Haa… That feels so good… More… Give me more…”
“Later. I have to stay with my girlfriend tonight.”
I pulled my hand from her panties and casually wiped my fingers, slick with her juices, on her thigh. Even though I was treating her like less than human, she didn’t give up. She clung to me and wrapped her arms tightly around mine. I could clearly feel the soft, squishy sensation of her breasts pressing against my arm.
“Pleeaaase. Hmm? I’ll do anything you want. What about my ass? Have you done anal with your girlfriend?”
“Let go. My girlfriend’s watching.”
“I’m way tastier than that bitch. Can’t you eat my delicious pussy? Please? I want to have sexxxx~”
“Haa…”
My head was starting to throb. I wasn’t sure if it was the power of ‘I Am the Sex Lucky Guy’ or if this woman was just an extraordinary slut. Still, the situation wasn’t bad. From anyone’s perspective, it looked like she was the one making advances on me, not the other way around.
I was extremely curious how Yeonju would react when she returned from the bathroom and saw this. If she could get past this final hurdle well, I wouldn’t need to suspect her anymore.
“H-h-h-hey!!!! W-what do you think you’re doing!!! You thieving cat!!!!!”
A loud voice came from behind us. It was incredibly loud and sharp. It was definitely Yeonju’s voice, but it was hard to believe it had come from her. The noisy atmosphere of the bar—filled with customers laughing and chatting along with loud music from the speakers—froze for a moment.
But in that instant when everyone froze, I felt a surge of ecstasy deep in my chest. I had secretly worried that Yeonju, seeing me like this, might lose her mind, grab a kitchen knife from somewhere, and turn the bar into a bloodbath. Even if her stepmother was the villain, Yeonju loved me enough to go insane. I thought it might actually be dangerous.
But all she said was ‘thieving cat.’ That was the extent of what she called the woman clinging to the arm of the man she was madly in love with.
I felt the dark thoughts that had been clouding my heart completely purified. Every last grain of suspicion I had toward Yeonju vanished into thin air.
‘So… this confirms her stepmother is the villain? I should meet her sometime. No matter if she’s my future mother-in-law, touching one of my potential brides is crossing the line.’
While Yeonju had cleared her name, it also made it clear that her stepmother was the villain, so it wasn’t entirely good news. I might have to cross a forbidden line after all.
Mother-in-law… Mother-in-law, huh…
If it were anyone else, I could just exterminate her and give her a proper lesson. But since it was my future mother-in-law who turned out to be a villain, it wasn’t that simple. I’d have to aim for treatment instead. Still, if she was the kind of villain who could toy with Jihye like that, the treatment process wouldn’t be easy. I might even have to go to the most extreme stage—‘dick therapy.’
‘Hmm… From the voice I heard when I talked to Yeonju on the phone last time, she sounded like a haughty, arrogant milf type…’
Gulp.
I swallowed. Only one word kept spinning in my head: mother-daughter rice bowl.
“Let go!!! I said let go!!!!”
“Ugh~ What are you doing? Seriously! You’re not a child. Jeez, you’re going to ruin my clothes.”
While I was lost in thought, imagining a delicious mother-daughter rice bowl under the excuse of treatment, Yeonju had gotten into a physical fight with the half-naked woman in the black dress who was clinging to my arm. She hung on the woman’s neck and arms like a child, desperately trying to pull her off me. In the process, the woman’s dress slipped down, and I caught a brief glimpse of her nipple.
‘Whoa. Nice tits. Her areolas are huge and kinda gross-looking.’
The winner of the catfight that had broken out over me was ultimately Yeonju. Physically, the half-naked woman had the overwhelming advantage, but Yeonju’s desperate attitude and the difference in their outfits decided the outcome. As the woman returned to her table, Yeonju suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me.
“Let’s… let’s go. Let’s get out of here, Minjun. It’s dirty. It’s filthy. You’ll get contaminated… Hurry. I hate it here. I hate you getting contaminated.”
“Okay. Let’s go, Yeonju.”
Yeonju held my wrist tightly and led the way. Watching her sturdy little back as she pushed through the crowd with determination actually looked quite reliable.
****
We called a driver and headed to the nearest hotel. Even after checking in and entering the room, Yeonju refused to let go of my wrist. She even urged me to hurry inside.
“Let’s wash… wash up, Minjun. We have to wash quickly. There’s something dirty on you. We need to wash it off. Hurry. I-I-I-I’ll… I’ll take your clothes off for you.”
The moment we entered the room, Yeonju said that and boldly began stripping me. She was so restless that instead of feeling erotic, it honestly felt like there really was something filthy on my body.
Shaaaaaah—.
She dragged me into the bathroom, turned on the water, and pushed me under the stream. I washed myself, matching her frantic movements. Since I hadn’t washed after having sex with Hyemi at the department store, it felt incredibly refreshing.
“S-sit here. Quickly. I’ll wash you. We… we have to wash the dirty parts.”
Once I was sufficiently wet, Yeonju, now holding a shower towel covered in foam, tapped the edge of the tub like a professional bath attendant and spoke.
I thought about teasing her by asking if I was really that dirty, but I was more curious about how she was going to wash me. I sat on the edge of the tub as she instructed.
The moment I sat down, she began scrubbing my forearm vigorously with the shower towel. It was exactly the arm that had been linked with the half-naked woman.
“Ow. That hurts a bit, Yeonju.”
“E-even so, it can’t be helped. We have to wash it. It’s filthy. I’ll wash you. Just stay still, Minjun.”
The current Yeonju was tougher than I could have ever imagined. It wasn’t just her personality—her touch was the same. She broke out in a sweat as she scrubbed my forearm with surprising force. Even though she was using a shower towel instead of an exfoliating one, my skin turned red.
After the forearm came the wrist, then the palm and fingers, followed by the shoulders, waist, and chest. Every area that could have possibly touched the half-naked woman.
“Wash. I’m going to wash it. It’s contamination. You’re contaminated, Minjun. I hate it. I’ll wash you. Just… just stay still.”
“I am staying still.”
“E-even so, you have to stay still. Because it’s dirty. It’s too dirty. It smells like thieving cat on you, Minjun. I hate it. I hate it. I’m going to wash you. Cleanly. Until it disappears. Yes. Until the thieving cat disappears.”
“…”
Watching her shake her small, perky breasts while diligently scrubbing my body felt good, but her reaction was a little scary.
‘If she ever catches me having sex with another woman… she’d probably scrub my dick raw with a steel scrubber, wouldn’t she…?’
A shiver ran down my spine. Just imagining it made my cock twitch.
Yeonju was far more obsessed with cleanliness than I had thought. Maybe because I really was dirty, she suddenly seemed terrifying.
“Ahh… No. You can’t twitch like that. I’m not done washing yet. J-j-j-just wait a little longer. I have to… I have to make it clean…”