The Morning After
The sharp, savory aroma of kimchi stew filled the air. Just smelling it made my mouth water. The delicious scent tickling my nose quickly roused my sleeping mind.
“Ughhh~”
I stretched out of habit. My body didn’t feel the slightest bit stiff. Must have been thanks to the physical enhancement.
“Mmm…”
After spacing out for a moment, I sat up on the sofa. Right. I’d fallen asleep here last night.
Why again…? Oh, Yeonju.
The master bedroom was Yeonju’s territory now. The bed was plenty big enough for four people, but sleeping next to Yeonju after I’d covered her in semen felt a little off. Sure, it would eventually get completely absorbed into her body over time, but I didn’t want to risk smearing any on my shoulder if I tossed and turned in my sleep. So I’d crashed on the sofa instead. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all. Like everything else in this house, the sofa was luxurious—comfortable enough to use as a bed.
“…Must’ve been Mihyeon noona.”
I’d gone to sleep without any covers, yet now a blanket was draped over me. Mihyeon noona must have put it there. There was no way Yeonju, who had passed out three times during sex, would be up already.
Yesterday was… quite the learning experience.
It really had been. The sex with Yeonju last night had taught me a lot. An SSS-grade really was on an entirely different level.
The high, bizarre sound that came out of her was like someone having a tickle-induced seizure. Shockingly, that had been Yeonju’s moan. Once the mystical experience began, she started making these strange noises like she was possessed, tears streaming down her face nonstop. Her obedience points had shot up rapidly, but maybe she still wasn’t used to it—watching her wildly dynamic reactions felt a bit awkward. It didn’t feel like sex between loving partners. It felt more like I was truly a cult leader bestowing divine grace upon a believer.
Anyway, the SSS-grade believer Yeonju had experienced the mystical phenomenon to its absolute extreme while having sex with me. She’d passed out twice in the middle, and only after that did I realize I could turn off the Leader’s Grace skill whenever I wanted. Thanks to that, we managed to have somewhat satisfying sex until her third collapse.
“…Noona.”
When I walked into the kitchen, she was cooking. I called her name a little awkwardly.
In the heat of the moment yesterday, I’d let the black dragon run wild and treated her like a literal human toilet. I hadn’t even hesitated to whip her. And that had all happened just yesterday. No matter how much she liked me, she probably felt at least a little upset. Physically, she must have felt better than ever, but humans were complicated creatures whose bodies and minds didn’t always align.
“Ah! O-oh! Minjun. Y-you’re awake…?”
“…?”
Noona had been tasting the kimchi stew with a ladle when she turned around to answer. But her reaction was strangely off. All I’d done was greet her, yet she seemed almost as flustered as Yeonju.
“Noona, did you do something wrong to me? Why are you so nervous?”
“N-no. I just didn’t expect you to wake up so early… I was going to finish the kimchi stew and leave.”
“Did you go grocery shopping this morning?”
“Th-these days they deliver if you order a lot. So I just… had it delivered.”
“…”
No matter how I looked at it, something was clearly off with her. I activated Leader’s Brainwashing and pressed her for answers. I wasn’t the type to let suspicious things slide.
“Tell me everything you did after waking up today.”
What poured out of her mouth next was shocking.
Leader's Brainwashing activated.
Forcing Mihyeon to reveal the truth.
“I woke up, washed up, came to the living room to cover you with a blanket, saw your cock was hard, and gave you a blowjob while masturbating. It felt so good I came multiple times. You came once too. I swallowed every drop of your semen. I nearly lost my mind from how euphoric it felt. Even now, I’m desperate to drink more of it.”
“…”
“After that, I ordered some ingredients on my phone. A bunch of clothes arrived, so I organized them in the closet. Then I started cooking rice and kimchi stew with the ingredients that came. The rolled omelets are already done and on the table.”
“I see.”
While I was sleeping, noona had been incredibly busy. The most shocking part was that she’d sucked me off and masturbated while I was unconscious. No matter how much I’d degraded her yesterday—calling her a toilet, a urinal—I never imagined she’d actually do something like that.
Ah, is this because of that? The thirst for my semen?
It was written in the description of Semen's Healing. The more someone received healing from my semen, the more intensely they’d crave it. Now I was starting to understand just how serious that craving could get. I’d wondered why she was acting so lewd, but it seemed the skill’s effect was the cause.
“Eh…?”
The brainwashing must have worn off, because noona suddenly hesitated. I spoke to her as if nothing had happened.
“Why were you going to leave after cooking? Let’s just eat breakfast together.”
“Ah… that’s… I have someone waiting for me.”
“What, your husband?”
“Y-yeah…”
She must have noticed my voice growing colder, because her response became cautious. But contrary to what she probably thought, I wasn’t actually upset. If anything, I was a little amused.
The fact that she was being so careful about mentioning her husband was waiting proved that her heart had already tilted toward me. Still, I wanted to see her squirm even more, so I deliberately hardened my expression further.
“Th-that person… he can’t even eat properly if I’m not there. So…”
“Who said anything? Fine. Set the table for two.”
“Minjun. Noona really has to go home, okay?”
“I’m not eating with you. There’s one more person in the master bedroom.”
“…What? A… a woman? You brought a woman home? While I… while I was here?”
“Would it be a man? And don’t worry about that. You should focus on your own husband, noona.”
“…”
“Let’s keep work and personal matters separate. Right now, you’re here as my housekeeper. That’s why I’m paying you. You know that, right?”
“Ah…”
“Then act like a housekeeper. Don’t cross the line. Since you still have no intention of leaving your husband, you’re not expecting me to do anything more for you, are you?”
“…”
Noona silently lowered her head. Her shoulders seemed to tremble slightly, but in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to cling to me. Her heart had already turned toward me, yet she still couldn’t completely abandon her husband. Well, that made sense. No matter what her feelings were now, it couldn’t be easy to throw away a man she had sincerely loved for years like an old rag. Especially for someone like Mihyeon noona, who had such an intensely pure and devoted personality. That would be nothing short of madness.
That was why I had to tempt her. I had to coax her. Sometimes I needed to be rough with her, and sometimes I needed to whisper sweet nothings to drive her crazy. So that she could throw that idiot away. So that she could completely empty her heart of her husband and obey only me.
It would have been easy if I used brainwashing, but I didn’t want to solve something like this with the skill. Besides, the obedience points it consumed were too precious.
“The kimchi stew is ready, right?”
“Ah… yes.”
“Set the table.”
I spoke without a trace of emotion and immediately turned away. Whether she cried behind me or not, that wasn’t my concern yet. If she felt wronged, she could just divorce her husband and come into my arms.
“Yeonju. Yeonju.”
“Mmm… Minjun…”
I went to the master bedroom and gently shook her shoulder to wake her. Yeonju must have been exhausted, because she burrowed into my chest and whined that she didn’t want to get up. It was adorable. Even after just waking up, her lively face was flawless. Seeing her melted away the frustration I’d felt while looking at Mihyeon noona. She really was my healing button.
“Just get up, eat, and you can go back to sleep. Okay?”
“Uuuu… I’m so tired… I can’t… I can’t get up… Yesterday… Minjun, you were so intense… I’m so tired… mmm… so…”
At first she genuinely sounded exhausted, but I could feel her true intentions shifting the more she spoke. Yeonju was negotiating right now. She was basically saying that since I’d worn her out, I had to take proper responsibility. It seemed like the result of this negotiation was that she wanted a morning kiss or something.
If I said something like, “Ah, I’m not really into girls who sleep too much…” she would probably jump up like a soldier hearing reveille. But since Yeonju had worked hard yesterday, I figured this much negotiation was worth accepting.
…She’s got a sneaky side to her. That makes her even cuter.
I played along with Yeonju’s obvious little prank.
Chu-.
When I gave her a light kiss on the lips, her eyes flew wide open. Then her cheeks flushed bright red even though it was still morning.
“Get up, Yeonju. Come on.”
“Aaaaah, I’m still sleepy. Minjuuun… mmm… so sleepy… haaaam…”
“Pfft.”
I kept indulging her. I stole her soft lips again and again. By the fifth or sixth kiss, she was getting worked up—her eyes taking on a bitch-in-heat look—but unfortunately, we didn’t have time for morning sex.
Today was the monumental day when two of the women I loved would meet face-to-face for the first time. I couldn’t be late for the event.
“Up we go.”
“Aww… Minjun…”
I practically lifted her up. After kissing her so thoroughly, I had no idea what she was so embarrassed about now, but she kept twisting her whole body shyly.
“Let’s go down, Yeonju. The housekeeper lady probably set the table already.”
“Yes, Minjun!”
As expected of a rich girl. She seemed used to the word “housekeeper,” because she nodded without any discomfort. If it had been Jeonghye, she probably would have reacted with something like, “You have a housekeeper at home? No way. That’s insane.” It was a little disappointing. Then again, a house like Yeonju’s probably needed daily housekeeper visits to stay in shape, so it wasn’t strange.
I linked arms with Yeonju and we walked cozily to the kitchen together. The table was already fully set. There was rice, kimchi stew, rolled omelets, and a few store-bought side dishes, but it didn’t feel lacking at all. That was thanks to the luxurious tableware and Mihyeon noona’s stunning plating skills. The rolled omelets were arranged so neatly on the plate that they looked like they could’ve come from a high-end Japanese restaurant.
Just the smell of the kimchi stew was impressive. Looks like Mihyeon noona is genuinely good at homemaking.
I’d only planned to use her as a sex maid, but she was showing off unexpected talent in other areas. Naturally, my evaluation of Mihyeon noona went up another notch.
There was an old saying that a wife’s beauty lasts three years, but her housekeeping skills last a lifetime. It was quite patriarchal, but it didn’t feel entirely wrong.
“Huh?”
When we sat at the table, Yeonju looked behind me and let out a puzzled sound. I glanced back.
At some point, Mihyeon noona had put on light makeup. She was standing there in a rather provocative outfit with an outer layer draped over her arm.
Oh ho. So that’s how you’re going to play it?
I’d drawn a clear line by treating her like a housekeeper, so it seemed she planned to cross that line using her natural beauty. Noona’s cheeky strategy was quite effective. Her overwhelming figure and looks—especially those massive breasts that seemed to warp space itself—kept Yeonju’s eyes glued to her.
“Ma’am, are you heading out?”
“Ah… M-ma’am…?”
When I casually called her “ma’am,” Mihyeon noona’s eyebrows twitched violently. Yeonju kept repeating the word “ma’am” as if she couldn’t believe someone like Mihyeon noona was a housekeeper.
Swish-.
Noona slowly turned her indifferent gaze away from Yeonju and looked at me. There was no emotion in her eyes. But I could tell she was holding back her anger.
“Yes. There are more side dishes in the fridge, so feel free to take them out. Just leave the dishes soaking in water. I’ll come back later and wash them.”
“Understood. You should hurry home. Your husband must be waiting.”
I deliberately mentioned that she was a married woman. As if on cue, a sigh of relief escaped Yeonju’s lips.
“Ah, so you’re married… Whew…”
It was a small, muttered comment from Yeonju. But it must have reached Mihyeon noona’s ears, because the indifferent mask on her face instantly crumbled. Yeonju’s perfectly aimed remark made the corner of noona’s mouth tremble. Realizing her own lip was quivering, Mihyeon noona bit down hard on her lower lip. The dark lipstick she wore made the action look incredibly erotic.
Tragic and pitiful—that description suited noona’s current situation perfectly. I smiled slightly as I watched her. It was a taunt. If she couldn’t abandon her husband, no matter how hard she tried, this was the only treatment she would receive. I was showing her that.
If it’s so unfair, then bring me the divorce papers.
That was the feeling I gave off. I didn’t say it out loud, but noona clearly understood. Her complexion grew even darker.
“Then… I’ll be going.”
“Yes. Take care, ma’am.”
“Ah, take care, ma’am!”
After hearing that Mihyeon noona was a married woman, Yeonju looked strangely delighted. When I said goodbye to her, Yeonju innocently copied my greeting in a cheerful voice—putting extra emphasis on the word “ma’am.”
Twitch, twitch, twitch.
This time it was the corner of her eye. As noona turned away, the skin around her eyes shook violently and rapidly, as if an earthquake had struck. I watched her retreating figure for a moment before turning back to Yeonju.
“Shall we eat now, Yeonju?”
“Yes! Let’s eat, Minjun!”
We enjoyed the meal. Mihyeon noona’s cooking was even better than I had expected. Even with just the kimchi stew, I could have easily finished two bowls of rice.
“Oh, right. Yeonju, I have something to say.”
“Yes? What is it, Minjun?”
I spoke after we had almost finished eating.
“Yeonju. Would you like to move in with me?”
“…Eh?”
“What’s it called again…? Ah, cohabitation. How about we live together?”
“Ehhh…………? Y-yes…?”
I chuckled quietly. Just like Mihyeon noona’s cooking skills, Yeonju’s reaction—completely stunned and dazed by the massive shock—was far better than I had expected.