The Catfight Begins
It was clear that Yuna had pushed herself too hard. The skill had kept her from passing out, but she had already burned through far more stamina than her body could handle. For a virgin, two full rounds of sex with me was no small feat. If she closed her eyes, she might drift off in three seconds flat.
Even so, Yuna had clung to me, stubbornly insisting that she wanted to meet Yeonju. Since this was exactly the picture I had hoped for, I pretended to lose the argument and granted her request. She straightened her clothes just enough to look presentable and followed me out of the bedroom.
But what kind of atmosphere is this going to be?
I left Yuna in the living room and headed to wake Yeonju. My head was already spinning with imagined scenes of how the two women would react when they met. At this point, if anyone could be called my proper wife, it was Yeonju. Mihyeon-noona was a strong candidate too, but she was off the list until she brought me the divorce papers.
In any case, this was the first time I was introducing a mistress to the lady of the house. I had no idea whether Yeonju would throw a fit or greet her warmly. That uncertainty was exactly why I had brought Yuna home.
Creak.
I opened the door, slipped inside, and gently shook her awake.
“Yeonju. Wake up for me.”
“Mmm… Minjun…?”
“Yeah. Can you get up, wash your face, and brush your teeth? Just the basics.”
“Mmmyaaang… Okay… Minjun.”
She had just woken up and should have been groggy, yet Yeonju obediently followed my instructions. She wobbled out of bed and shuffled toward the bathroom. If it were me, I would have asked why I was being woken up to wash, but Yeonju did whatever I told her without question. If I coaxed her gently enough, she would probably follow me even if I told her to steal something. Not that I had any intention of making her do anything so petty.
“Minjuuun~ I’m all washed up. Heehee.”
Yeonju came out of the bathroom and threw herself into my arms with the cutest pout, clearly fishing for praise. Even with a bare face, her skin glowed as if she were wearing full makeup. I marveled at her visuals and pulled her into a gentle hug.
She had always possessed an overwhelming cuteness that no one could rival, but after living with me and receiving my “blessing” every single day, Yeonju’s beauty had gone completely insane. She no longer looked human. Her eyes were as clear as mountain lakes and sparkled like stars. Her skin was so flawless it felt unreal—like a 3D character with zero visible pores. The soft, elegant aura that only true beauties possessed had grown even stronger.
Honestly, even the actresses on television looked like ordinary civilians next to her. The Yeonju of today was literally a goddess. The only reason she wasn’t mobbed was because I kept her at home. If she ever went outside, she would receive dozens of casting offers within an hour. Of course, I had zero intention of letting her wander around alone, and Yeonju herself hated the idea.
“Mmmmmm~ Minjun’s chest feels so good. So warm. Sniff sniff… It smells like Minjun…”
“I’ll hug you as much as you want later. For now, let’s go to the living room together. There’s someone I want you to meet.”
“…Huh? A-a-a-a—”
“Yes, a person. A woman. She’ll be working with me from now on, so I thought I should introduce her to you.”
“Ah… working together… She must be very capable, right?”
“Of course. She’s incredibly smart.”
“I see… Then she’s probably nothing like me… I wanted to work with you too, Minjun, but… I’m stupid… and useless…”
The moment I mentioned another woman working with me, Yeonju’s mood plummeted. She hung her head and muttered to herself, but I had grown so used to her tiny voice that every word came through crystal clear.
Sigh. So very Yeonju.
With her extremely low self-esteem, even the things that made her depressed were pitiful. She seemed to be blaming herself for not being useful to me in a professional sense. To be honest, she really wasn’t useful in that area. If I tried to make her a promotional model, it would cause chaos, but I had no desire to let anyone else see her face. That was out of the question.
Still, Yeonju had her own role. Just looking at her melted away the fatigue of the entire day. When I came home after driving my Lamborghini through Seoul’s nightscape, feeling strangely sentimental, the way she greeted me like an excited puppy was so adorable it defied description. No one else could ever fill that role.
“I’m sorry… I’m useless. I’m an idiot, a fool…”
“Yeonju. Stop that and look at me.”
“…”
“Quickly.”
After hesitating, she reluctantly lifted her head at my urging. Her eyes were already blazing red with unshed tears. Even her sorrowful, teary-eyed face was beautiful, but it wasn’t the expression I wanted from her.
I leaned in and kissed her.
“Mmm…! M-Minjun—!”
I could have comforted her with words, telling her she was the most precious thing in the world, but if that was all it took I would have become a therapist instead of going through all the effort to become her lover. I hugged the frozen, startled Yeonju and patted her back. With every stroke, her body—which had been as stiff as dried squid—melted into something soft and pliant.
“Haaa… Minjun… M-Minjun…”
“Yeonju. You are the most precious person in the world to me. You know that, right?”
“Y-yes! I know! I knew that—!”
She burrowed into my chest, gripping my back with all her strength like it was a lifeline. Her desperate little hands made her overwhelming love for me perfectly clear. I comforted her a little more, then pulled back to look at her face. Now that she had calmed down considerably, I decided it was safe to let her meet Yuna.
“Hold my hand, Yeonju.”
She quickly grabbed the hand I offered. We walked hand-in-hand toward the living room, where I could see Yuna sitting demurely on the sofa with her back to us.
Squeeze.
The moment another woman entered her sight, I felt Yeonju’s grip tighten painfully. Then she straightened her shoulders and began power-walking. It seemed she instinctively understood that she couldn’t afford to look weak during their first meeting.
They probably won’t fight too badly… right?
Even I felt tense as the upcoming three-way summit approached. A little power struggle was fine, but if they started pulling each other’s hair, I might have to use brainwashing to erase today’s memories. Erasing memories wasn’t a big deal, but if things went that far, I would need even more brainwashing to establish polygamy. That wasn’t good news.
The wasted obedience points were unfortunate, but what bothered me more was the idea of directly controlling emotions like jealousy and possessiveness. I would do it if necessary, but going that far would make it feel like I was dating machines instead of women.
“Ah, Minjun!”
Lost in thought, I hadn’t noticed my footsteps. Yuna, who had been sitting on the sofa, stood up and turned around. The elegant sweep of her rich, lustrous hair and her extraordinary beauty made Yeonju’s entire body stiffen.
“Ah…”
“Mm…”
For about half a second, their gazes locked. Yuna observed Yeonju with the cold, emotionless eyes of a programmer analyzing data. Yeonju, crushed beneath that stare, pressed herself tightly against me and kept stealing nervous glances. Her previously confident stride had completely vanished.
The opening exchange was clearly Yuna’s victory, exactly as I had expected. If I had to rank Yeonju’s presence, it would be a solid 9th grade. Yuna, who had studied abroad, met countless people, and dealt with demanding VVIP clients, sat comfortably at 2nd grade. Her gentle yet haughty aura was flawless.
No matter how close I stayed to Yeonju, the gap wasn’t something that could be overcome with the power of love.
“Uuuu…”
Overwhelmed by the immense difference in power during their first meeting, Yeonju squeezed my hand even tighter. Her body had grown so tense she could barely walk. I practically dragged her to the sofa like a cow to the slaughterhouse and sat her down. Once we were seated, Yuna sat down as well.
“Yuna, this is Ha Yeonju.”
“Hello, Yeonju. My name is Lee Yuna.”
“Ah, h-hello… I-I’m Ha Yeonju…”
Yuna greeted her first, and the two exchanged names. Even then Yeonju stuttered, but Yuna didn’t seem to mind. Instead, she glared at the way Yeonju kept burrowing deeper into my embrace out of nervousness. The slight twitching of her eyebrow suggested Yeonju’s behavior was already getting on her nerves.
“How old are you, Yeonju…?”
“M-me? I’m… twenty-one…”
“I see. I’m twenty-eight. Would it be all right if I spoke casually to you?”
I watched the budding catfight with great interest. Yuna had expertly gone straight for the age card. Age might not mean much in most situations, but here it was a powerful weapon. Simply speaking casually from a higher position instantly fixed their hierarchical relationship.
Nice opening jab.
The light punch Yuna had thrown at the start was aimed precisely at Yeonju’s vital point. It wasn’t the kind of attack that could be ignored just because it was a jab. Sitting in the front row like an eager spectator, I waited to see how Yeonju would handle this sharp strike.
Surely even Yeonju realized she couldn’t just accept this attack.
Squeeze.
Before answering, Yeonju grabbed my hand tightly. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional, but it made Yuna’s expression grow even colder.
“L-let’s drop the formal speech… after we get to know each other better. I-I’m a bit shy around new people…”
Wow. Excellent defense.
I was genuinely impressed with Yeonju’s play. If it had been me, I might have countered with something like, “We’ve only just met and you already want to speak casually? What kind of manners were you taught?” But expecting that level of comeback from Yeonju was unrealistic. Simply returning the ball was already impressive for her.
Of course, I was watching with extreme bias in Yeonju’s favor, but that couldn’t be helped. People naturally root for the underdog.
“I see. Then… may I ask how long you’ve known Minjun?”
“Ah, no.”
“Pardon…?”
“Th-that’s a secret.”
Squeeze.
Leaving only that meaningful answer, Yeonju tightly hugged my arm.
Whoa…
I couldn’t help but admire Yeonju’s masterful taekwondo-like maneuver. In truth, I hadn’t known her for very long. Yet by saying it was a secret and pressing her body against mine, she proved with actions rather than words just how close we were.
Yeonju’s clean critical hit finally cracked Yuna’s expressionless face, revealing a flicker of displeasure.
“It looks like Minjun is uncomfortable… Don’t you think you should let go of his arm while we talk?”
“N-no. Minjun likes linking arms with me. R-right, Minjun?”
“Yeah. Well—”
I answered dryly while watching Yuna’s reaction. Sparks flew from her eyes, and suddenly she stood up.
“Hic…!”
Startled by Yuna’s abrupt movement, Yeonju shrank back and hiccupped, clearly imagining the worst. Yuna ignored her completely, walked over, sat right beside me, and wrapped herself around my free arm. Now Yuna clung to my left arm while Yeonju clung to my right.
“W-what are you doing?!”
“Minjun likes linking arms with me too. Right, Minjun?”
“Well… that’s true.”
Yuna had used the exact same tactic Yeonju had just employed and delivered a clean counter. In reality, I could have refused, but today I had no intention of openly taking either side. My goal was to observe their behavior as a neutral spectator, so I gave Yuna the same slight nod I had given Yeonju.
“Ugh…! Hng, auuu…!”
Yeonju let out frustrated little moans, seemingly at a loss for words after Yuna’s perfect counterattack. In a normal situation, all the blame would have fallen on me, but thanks to the brainwashing cheat, I was innocent no matter what I did here.
With nowhere for her anger to go, Yeonju kept making those signature “Auu, uu” sounds before suddenly planting a kiss on my cheek. I felt her soft, plush lips against my right cheek.
Chu—
I wasn’t exactly sure what thought process had led her to decide on a kiss. If I had to guess, she was trying to show Yuna that she could do more than just link arms—that this level of skinship with Minjun was also allowed. From my perspective, however, Yeonju’s move didn’t seem particularly wise.
Yuna and I had already intertwined our bodies intensely. A kiss was practically child’s play. And given how irritated Yuna was right now, there was every chance she would escalate even further.
Chuup. Chuurup.
“Nooo…!! What are you doing?!”
A kiss. Sure enough, Yuna chose a kiss. She boldly threw herself forward, climbed onto my thigh in an instant, and pressed her lips to mine. The movement was sinuous, almost serpentine. It was completely unlike her usual self, but given the current state of emergency, I could understand.
I parted my lips slightly, and Yuna performed a deep, passionate kiss right in front of Yeonju, showing off her technique. Of course, since she had been a virgin until recently, her kissing skills weren’t exactly masterful, but with me leading properly, the kiss still turned out quite sticky and intense.
This development is going way better than expected… If things keep going like this…
As I kissed Yuna, I imagined what might happen next. The power struggle that began with linking arms had already escalated to kissing. I never expected things to flow this smoothly, and it was all thanks to Yeonju’s hasty provocation. At this rate, the threesome I had only fantasized about seemed entirely possible.
It was less a harmonious atmosphere and more like a full-blown catfight to seduce me, but either way, it was a threesome. It was the kind of male fantasy that every man dreams of at least once but rarely achieves unless he’s a porn actor. And with the insane lineup of Left: Yuna, Right: Yeonju, there was no way my cock would stay quiet. It had risen so fast and so rigidly that it felt like it might rip through the luxury pants some master craftsman had sewn stitch by stitch.
“Get off him—! Get off right now—! You thieving cat!!!”