Provoking the Stepmother's Jealousy

The reason for the call from the bank was obvious. They had done nothing but have sex ten times yesterday. Five of those times were grinding sessions that used Cha Sieun like a tool. At least ten billion won must have landed in the account in a single day, so it was no wonder the bank was stunned. That didn't mean he had any reason to cooperate with them, though.

So what? What are you going to do about it?

He decided to play it hard. Even if the situation grew worse and the National Tax Service launched an investigation for tax evasion or proof of income, he would still come out swinging. After all, his money had descended from above. It was a sacred, distant realm no human hand could touch.

And it's not just any place up there. The god I serve is the God of Money and Women. Money and women.

There was no chance the God of Money would slip up on something like this. He was competent to begin with, and when it came to money, it was practically his specialty. In this situation, believing in his god and pushing forward aggressively was the correct move.

"Yes. What seems to be the issue? And which department at Sehan Bank are you calling from? Isn't it basic etiquette to give your name and affiliation first?"

He pressed with a tone that stopped just short of rudeness yet carried clear pressure. He kept his voice perfectly steady.

He had no idea what the PB division was, but he didn't ask. Every action had to match the level of his assets. With ten billion won riding on this performance, he couldn't afford to be sloppy.

I don't know what PB means, but VVIP? That actually sounds promising.

The mere mention of VVIP made it clear the call had come because his balance had ballooned. Still, her attitude didn't feel like a simple probe into the source of the funds. He answered to keep the conversation going; he needed more information.

"So what is this about? Could you get straight to the point?"

"Asset management? All right. I'll stop by this morning."

Even though he'd resolved to play hardball, the heart that had been hammering in his chest quickly calmed. He'd expected her to ask about the source of the money, but that wasn't it.

Well… if the source has been cleanly processed, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠there's no need to ask. I got worked up for nothing.

He trusted the God of Money, yet he still didn't fully understand how or where the funds were generated before they reached him. He couldn't relax completely. No matter how much he earned, if the assets were seized as illegal, he'd be penniless overnight. He'd even been considering creating a slush fund before anything went wrong.

This call, however, let him realize the bank wasn't suspicious of the money's origin. Or perhaps they were, but the amount was so enormous they chose to treat him as a VVIP first.

"Sehan Bank headquarters is right next to Sungnyemun, correct? I'll be there by two o'clock."

"See you then." He ended the call with a click and woke Yeonju.

After the brutal sex that had made her pass out the night before, Yeonju struggled to rise. The moment he promised a kiss if she got up, however, she sprang out of bed. He planted a kiss on her cheek, then showered with her. After checking out, they ate at the Korean restaurant in the hotel basement before climbing into the car in the parking lot.

"I'll drive you home, Yeonju. Put in the address."

"Th-thank you, Minjun."

He headed toward Pyeongchang-dong with Yeonju in the passenger seat. It wasn't surprising that her home was in the famous wealthy neighborhood. From her spending habits to her clothes, everything about her had already told him she was a gold spoon.

Still, I'll end up earning far more than her family, won't I? If I really grind, I can pull in ten billion a day.

Until recently he had envied gold spoons. Now the thought that came first was how much more he would make. The more he possessed, the more naturally his thoughts and attitude shifted. Strangely, it didn't feel awkward. Maybe it was because he had always carried big ambitions.

"Huh? Is that your house, Yeonju?"

"Yes, it is."

"Someone's standing in front of it."

"...Pardon?"

Yeonju's house was magnificent, exactly like the grand Pyeongchang-dong mansions seen in dramas. The walls were exceptionally high, a private garage was visible, and the gate was large and antique. Anyone could tell this was the home of serious wealth.

What caught his eye, however, wasn't the mansion itself. He could buy a place like this after a single day of hard work. No, what held his gaze was the woman standing before the tall gate.

"Is that… your stepmother, Yeonju?"

"...Yes. That's right. She's my mom…"

"She's so young…?"

"She… she's not even forty yet."

He didn't need to hear the words to know. The person standing in front of the wide, lofty gate wore a thin slip dress beneath a gray cardigan. Yeonju's stepmother was shockingly young. And elegant.

Without exchanging a single word, he could sense it. She simply stood there with a slightly cold, expressionless face, arms crossed in a refined posture, yet her presence alone transformed the entire scenery into something luxurious. She looked like a woman who had never dirtied her hands with a single drop of water in her life, and for her that seemed perfectly natural.

Her frame was slender, her skin white to the point of pallor. Her fingers were long and delicate. Her eyes were a deep, dark black. The long, straight hair that fell to her waist without bangs shimmered with every movement. Her small lips appeared bare, yet they were stained a vivid red, as if she had just feasted on fresh blood.

Throb—.

Ah… this is…

Just imagining pressing that lofty woman down beneath his cock and watching her reaction made his heart tighten with excitement. At first she would surely frown. She might even slap his cheek and demand what he thought he was doing. But he would pin her anyway. He would keep her pinned until she was thoroughly tamed by the taste of his dick. Until the woman who had resisted so fiercely knelt like a slave and politely pressed her lips to his cock.

This is bad. I really don't think I can hold back.

If Yeonju was a sunflower, this woman was a rose. A cold blue rose. They were clearly different, yet both flowers matched his tastes perfectly. He already held the sunflower, but he knew he wouldn't be able to give up the blue rose either.

Screech—.

He stopped the car in front of Yeonju's house. He felt the young stepmother's gaze, which had been carefully studying the vehicle, lock onto him in the driver's seat.

"Wait here a moment, Yeonju."

"Yes…? Ah… M-Minjun!"

Clunk—.

Yeonju tried to stop him, but he ignored her and stepped out. As he walked around to the passenger side, he briefly met the young stepmother's eyes. She stared at him with a mixture of doubt and wariness. He returned an indifferent glance and continued forward.

She looks so composed, but… the stepmother is the incarnation of jealousy and affection deprivation.

She acted as though she were the most arrogant, lofty being in the world, and the role suited her perfectly. Yet beneath that exterior she was nothing more than a maniac consumed by desires she could not control. As a stepmother, she had madly envied and sabotaged Yeonju simply because the girl had stolen her husband's love. She was a woman sick with the inability to endure not being loved.

The blueprint for how to connect with the stepmother was already vividly drawn in his mind.

I need to blind her with jealousy.

He would play the role of Yeonju's perfect boyfriend right in front of her. It was already flawless, but he would add even more sweetness and impeccable manners to completely flip the stepmother's heart. When she witnessed Yeonju receiving not only her father's love but an overflowing amount of affection from an outstanding boyfriend, her jealousy would erupt. Only then would the link between the stepmother and him be forged.

She might ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠even approach me first.

She possessed both meticulous planning and bold drive, enough to completely toy with Jeonghye just to torment Yeonju. If she saw Yeonju happier than anyone else at his side, she would undoubtedly cause some kind of incident. If he waited for that moment and struck, this hunt would go smoothly as well.

Clunk—.

He opened the passenger door and gently took Yeonju's hand as she stepped out.

"Hold my hand and step down carefully, Yeonju."

"Ah… ahh… th-thank you, Minjun."

She must have instinctively sensed that his sweetness was stronger than usual. Even though he had only held her hand, Yeonju's cheeks flushed bright red. He helped her out, closed the door, and looked forward. The stepmother's eyebrows had tilted roughly five degrees more than before. As expected, her mood was twisting.

"...Yeonju's boyfriend?"

"Ah, yes. That's correct."

Even the voice that spoke while glancing at him was elegant. But because he knew her mood was foul, he could detect the faint impurities of displeasure mixed within that refined tone.

"Thank you for bringing Yeonju home. However, having her stay out overnight already… is difficult for me to accept. Where exactly were the two of you yesterday?"

She questioned them like a strict teacher. At the sound of her sharp voice, Yeonju was already trembling in fear.

He took one step forward, subtly shielding Yeonju behind him, and answered calmly.

"First, allow me to greet you properly. Mother, my name is Kim Minjun, Yeonju's boyfriend."

"I see… I'm Han Seolyeong, Yeonju's mother. Minjun, would you tell me where you and Yeonju were yesterday?"

"We were on a date the entire day yesterday. Nothing happened, so there's no need to worry."

"Is it necessary to stay out overnight just for a date? It doesn't seem like you've been together very long… You ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠aren't already sleeping together, are you?"

Twitch, twitch. Every time Seolyeong spoke, her long, slender eyebrows twitched, drawing crescent moons. She appeared extremely angry.

Well, of course she is. While she's receiving no love from her husband and growing cobwebs down there, Yeonju was out enjoying herself thoroughly.

She tried to hide it, but to his eyes it was painfully obvious. She was a textbook example of sexual frustration. Pitiful. And therefore all the more desirable. The more he learned she was unloved by her husband, the more appetizing she became. For a woman still wearing the label of a wife to be pushed into the back room was a waste; she was far too beautiful for that.

"I'm sorry, but… both Yeonju and I are adults. I don't believe it's appropriate for you to interfere in that area, Mother. Therefore I cannot answer."

"Ha. Adults? Yes, you are. But Yeonju is only twenty-one. She's still a child who knows nothing… It's fine to date, but you should exercise restraint. What if she suddenly becomes pregnant? Will you take responsibility, Minjun?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am… these days even middle-schoolers know everything there is to know. I've only just turned twenty, but I understand what I need to understand. And I'm dating Yeonju not out of simple attraction but with serious feelings. If we have a child, I will take full responsibility, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠so you needn't worry."

"...You sound quite confident. To casually declare you'll take responsibility for a child like that?"

"This car was purchased with my own money. I have considerable assets besides the vehicle as well."

His words were no lie. He was sincere about taking responsibility for a child, and it was true that he possessed substantial assets. In Korea, even by generous estimates, fewer than ten thousand people had over ten billion won in their accounts. Even if the number were higher, it didn't matter. Fifty billion or a hundred billion would not be difficult. He was a man who could earn ten billion won in a single day of sex grinding. He had nothing to feel inferior about when compared to gold spoons or chaebol heirs.

Perhaps displeased by the young man's swagger, the corner of Seolyeong's thin lips twisted slightly.

"So you're saying she's young. Does our family look so poor that we're worried about the cost of raising a child? Why can't you understand simple words like 'don't cause an accident and ruin Yeonju's future'?"

"Mother. Yeonju and I are dating because we love each other. It's not about causing an accident. And the one truly blocking Yeonju's future seems to be your excessive interference, not me."

Twitch, twitch. Seolyeong's thin, delicate eyebrows twitched again.

"Ha… how ridiculous. Keep talking."

"I am happiest when I'm with Yeonju. And Yeonju also…"

He stopped mid-sentence, reached back, grabbed the waist of the girl hiding behind him, and pulled her firmly into his arms.

"Hngh…!!"