How to Be a Good Wife

Kang Iseor let out a soft groan as she woke up, forcing her heavy eyelids open. She sat up, still completely naked, and stretched her arms wide with a big yawn.

"Mmmph… Haaah!"

Even though she'd spent a wild night with Han ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Jihoon, her body felt as light as a feather and completely refreshed. It was like she'd gone on a healing trip to some place with amazing air instead of having intense sex. The strange part was that she always felt this way after sleeping with him.

'Is it because we’re actually that sexually compatible…?'

The person who'd said those words was still fast asleep beside her. His face looked utterly peaceful, but seeing it only made Kang Iseor remember what he'd told her yesterday.

…

The truth was, she had one secret she’d never told anyone. A huge secret she especially never wanted Han Jihoon to know. It was that back in middle school, she had thought of him as more than just a childhood friend.

He was the kind of little brother ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠who made her heart feel warm just by looking at his small, cute face. She wanted to take care of him. To Kang Iseor, Han Jihoon had been that kind of person, so she’d once dreamed that when they grew up, they wouldn’t be childhood friends anymore—they’d be lovers.

At least until that incident in her third year of middle school.

Pubescent Kang Iseor hadn’t known much about sex and felt a strong sense of repulsion toward it. She also lacked any real understanding of men. So the moment she caught Han Jihoon masturbating with her panties in his hand, the shock and sense of betrayal had been overwhelming.

The childhood friend she thought was pure and kind had actually been hiding filthy desires inside. Everything he’d shown her until then had been a fake mask to satisfy those urges. Because of that realization, she could no longer treat him the same way. That was when her hatred for him—and her hostility toward men in general—began.

Those feelings had persisted all the way until she ended up in a sex partner relationship with him.

'But…'

As their relationship continued, her thoughts had slowly started to waver. Even though his requests were perverted and unreasonable, the way he actually treated her carried the same consideration and kindness she remembered from middle school. Of course, at first, that only filled her with contempt. After all, he’d pretended to be a good person back then too, just to satisfy his own desires.

But as time passed, she began to wonder which side of him was real—his gentle side or his perverted side.

That was the day they’d had sex in the motel. After that day, she finally understood. Han Jihoon’s perverted side was real. But so was the kind boy from middle school, and so was the gentle man he was now.

When she realized that, the emotions Kang Iseor felt weren’t just guilt over her misunderstanding. There was also a tremendous amount of joy. Because the Han Jihoon she had liked hadn’t been fake after all.

So whenever she looked at his sleeping face like this…

"…"

It was impossible not to feel her heart racing.

Once again, the words he’d said last night echoed in her mind. She had given him a cold answer about thinking it over, even though he was being considerate of her. But that wasn’t how she truly felt. She wanted a deeper relationship with Han Jihoon too.

The reason she hesitated was fear. If she became too greedy, she might end up losing just as much.

'If we start dating… that means there’s also a chance we could break up.'

She could tell herself they just wouldn’t break up, but people’s lives were unpredictable. The deeper their affection grew, the bigger the disappointment could become.

'But there’s no guarantee we can stay like this forever either…'

She was scared that a tired, waiting Han Jihoon might eventually go to another woman. Yet because of those same fears, she kept hesitating to become his lover. Thanks to that, even while feeling happy in the present, Kang Iseor was constantly tormented by endless inner conflict.

'Wait a second. Why is the bed so clean…?'

It should have been a total ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mess from all the fluids they’d spilled during the night, but the sheets looked as fresh as if they’d just been changed. There was no way magic had happened, so it had to be that Han Jihoon had cleaned everything while she was sleeping.

'Did he seriously ask the owner to give him new sheets and change them? Again, without waking me up…'

She was grateful for his consideration, but at the same time, she felt sorry. No matter how much more manly he’d become since middle school, he could still rely on his Noona like before. Still, it was exactly that part of him that made Kang Iseor’s heart flutter.

"Mmm…"

Maybe he sensed her gaze as she looked down at him. Han Jihoon stirred awake and looked up at her with sleepy eyes that refused to open fully.

"Noona… you’re already up?"

"I haven’t been up that long."

"Why do you look like that? Is it because of the pregnancy? I made you take the pill, so don’t worry. They said there aren’t any side effects."

Completely unaware of the worries swirling in her head, Han Jihoon spoke with a bright, trusting smile. Kang Iseor felt like smacking him, but instead, she decided to take his lips as payment for making her suffer through all that conflict.

"Mmph?!"

He couldn’t hide his surprise as she suddenly pounced on him. But it only lasted a moment before his strong arms wrapped around her and he returned the kiss. Kang Iseor pressed in even more aggressively, tangling her tongue with his.

"Hah… chuu… slurp, mmph, hah, ahh…"

While focusing on the feeling of his lips and tongue, Kang Iseor flinched. Han Jihoon’s large, warm hand had cupped her breast. The first time he’d touched her like this, the thrill had felt unpleasant. Now, she found herself pushing her chest forward, silently begging him to knead it more.

"Noona… should we do it one more time before we leave? No, five times."

Normally, she would have snapped at him for the ridiculous difference between one and five. But right now, she just wanted to escape the worries that had been plaguing her and feel good with him.

"…Okay."

"Hey, we have to hurry!"

"I know, Noona."

They’d been in such a sweet mood right after waking up, but now both of them were frantically cleaning the pension bedroom. The morning sex had gone on longer than expected, so they were pressed for time if they wanted to shower, pack, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠check out on schedule.

'Good thing I used the Cleaning Cam before bed.'

He didn’t even want to imagine how much of a nightmare it would have been if he’d had to clean up all the evidence from last night on top of everything else. As he mentally patted himself on the back, Iseor grabbed his arm and pulled him along.

"This isn’t going to work. Let’s just shower together."

"Oh. You wanna do it while we shower? I’m down."

"No, idiot. We’ll be late if we shower separately. Hurry up and take your clothes off."

Following her urging, he stepped into the bathroom naked.

"Wash your face and brush your teeth first. I’ll start with my hair."

"Got it, Noona."

"And don’t you dare try anything weird, okay? We really need to be quick."

"Of course. Don’t worry."

He moved his hands busily as instructed. After quickly finishing his face wash and teeth brushing, he glanced over and saw that she was still lathering shampoo into her hair.

'Is she actually going to make it in time like this?'

The moment that thought crossed his mind, his eyes were drawn to the sight of her from behind.

"…"

Her narrow waist that beautifully accentuated her sideboob and hips, the way shampoo bubbles and water droplets slid down her pure white back—it was incredibly, unbearably erotic. Completely unaware of his gaze, Iseor was vigorously massaging her scalp with both hands.

It felt like a waste to just watch, so he squeezed some body wash into his palm and silently reached for her.

"Hik! W-what are you doing?!"

"We need to finish fast, right? I’ll wash your body for you."

While admiring her beautiful backside, he diligently massaged both of her breasts with his soapy hands. Her skin had always been soft, but the body wash made it slick and slippery. He felt like he could touch her like this all day without getting tired of it.

"Ugh, hey… get your hands off. We don’t have time to play around."

"This way is actually faster, you know?"

Her nipples had already grown hard and were tickling his busy palms. Come to think of it, Noona liked it more when he was rough rather than gentle. He tried to grab her breasts with more force, but they slipped right out of his grip. No matter how many times he tried, the result was the same. Eventually, an irritated voice came back at him.

"Hey! I said stop!"

But he wasn’t the type to give up. This time, he slowly slid both palms down from her ribs to her hips.

"Hngh…! Are you seriously not going to listen? Haa…"

Even as her waist twitched lightly from his touch, her hands didn’t stop washing her hair. With her eyes closed from the shampoo and unable to move for fear of slipping, the sight naturally pumped strength into his groin.

"Noona. I’m hard."

"What? Hey, don’t! If you put it in, I’ll die, I swear!"

"I need to wash my dick too, so let me clean it with your pussy."

Spouting lines straight out of an erotic novel, he pushed the head of his cock between her already wet folds.

"Hngh! I told you not to put it in…!"

Despite her words, her lower hole was greedily clenching around him. He immediately grabbed her hips and started thrusting.

Schlop, schlop, schlop, schlop!

He wanted to pound her all the way to her porchio like last night, but the slippery floor made that impossible. He had no choice but to thrust as deep as his sense of balance would allow.

"Hng… ugh, hngh! I told you we can’t… you really are a beast, aren’t you? Wait, ahh…!"

"You were the one shaking your ass and tempting me."

"When did I— ugh! Hng! Hngh!"

This was one of the things he really liked about her. She could say she didn’t want it all she liked, but the moment he was inside her, she couldn’t refuse. Even now, her insides were obsessively massaging his cock.

"Hah, you really are…!"

Iseor turned on the showerhead hanging above her and roughly rinsed the foam from her hair and hands. Then she braced both hands against the wall and began moving her lower body in time with his hips.

"What? I thought you said we had to wash quickly. So you wanted it too, huh?"

"That’s not it… I’m trying to make you cum fast so we can actually wash… hngh!"

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

With her help, the tip of his cock finally reached the mouth of her cervix—the spot he’d been dying to touch. Naturally, her moans grew much louder.

"Haa! Ahh! Ugh! Ngh! Hurry, hng! Hurry up and cum…!"

She slammed her large ass against his crotch, urging him to finish. But the more times he stabbed her porchio, the closer she herself came to climax.

"Haa, ah! Ngh! Wait, I think I’m gonna— hik!"

Even as she said she was about to cum, she couldn’t stop moving. He kept stroking her body with his hands. Her busy hips pressed tightly against him, and finally, her waist began to shake violently.

"Nghaaaaa! Ugh… ahk!"

"I’m cumming too!"

"Wait, I just came so it’s sensitive—"

Schlick! Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!

"Haaauuugh! Wait, don’t cum inside…!"

"It’s fine! That pill works for twenty-four hours!"

It was a hastily made-up setting, but Iseor had no choice but to trust him. He gripped her hips tightly so she couldn’t escape and thrust with all his strength.

Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick!

"Haa, ugh! Seriously… hng! I just came but I think I’m gonna cum again… heuk!"

As he rubbed his shaft and the ridge of his glans against her tightened inner walls, the urge to ejaculate grew stronger. He pressed his urethra right against her cervix and unleashed his load.

"Hiiiiiiighk!"

She came again before the aftershocks of her previous orgasm had even faded. When he slowly pulled out, thick white fluid poured from her gaping hole.

"Haa… haa… how hard are you cumming…? I could feel it hitting my womb, so I came again…"

Could someone really orgasm from the sensation of cum hitting their womb? It seemed like all the constant stimulation of her porchio had made her even more sensitive. He suddenly felt the urge to check the Sexmuwiki.

He hadn’t opened it even once during their stay except when using the Cleaning Cam. He’d have to turn it on as soon as they got home.

"Showering together is nice. We can just wash it off right away, right?"

"Hngh. Just hurry up and wash… The owner gave us so much delicious food. It’d be rude if we’re late."

He wasn’t so consumed by lust that he’d go overboard. He took the showerhead and carefully cleaned between her legs before continuing his own shower. Thankfully, they made it to checkout just in the nick of time. Even though the ending had been a bit chaotic, their one-night, two-day trip with Iseor ended successfully.

While Han Jihoon was on his way home after parting with Kang Iseor at the end of their one-night, two-day trip, Park Yuna was sitting in her room, typing something into an internet search bar.

'Ugh… Communicate often… Make compromises… Create dreams you can share with your husband… What the hell? Everything’s so vague.'

She believed she absolutely had to catch Han Jihoon to make her wishes come true, but she also felt guilty about tricking someone into marriage. To ease that guilt, she had chosen to become a good wife.

Even if she had approached him because of his background rather than his character, if she could make him happy by being a good wife, wouldn’t that make everything okay?

'There’s more. It says that while cooking and cleaning aren’t absolute requirements in this day and age, a good wife should be good at them? I’m terrible at all of that… Should I sign up for cooking classes?'

There were way more things she needed to prepare for than she had imagined, which left her feeling overwhelmed. On top of her already complicated thoughts, the guilt that kept resurfacing shook her even harder.

'Is this really okay? Tricking someone into marriage is a bad thing, isn’t it?'

"I can’t help it! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! If I miss this chance, then from now on with Mom…"

'But that person will think I really like him… If he finds out it’s not true, the wound will be too deep.'

"No! I just have to become the best wife ever and make him happy!"

'Still…'

It was like she had a split personality. She kept arguing back and forth with the voice of her conscience using spoken monologue.

'What should I do…? Honestly, I’m not even sure I can seduce him properly.'

Unlike before, her confidence had taken a serious hit. She used to think that a woman like her could easily seduce any man in the world, but Han Jihoon’s reaction had been much more lukewarm than expected. And with the added guilt, she kept having these internal debates whenever she had a spare moment.

'…Should I give it one last try?'

If he showed any reaction, she’d continue the plan. If there was still no harvest this time, she’d give up cleanly and apologize. It was a pretty decent conclusion for something she’d come up with on the spot, so she nodded firmly.

'If it doesn’t work this time, I’ll give up for good!'

Repeating that resolution to herself, Park Yuna once again transferred tangerines into a plastic bag. With every tangerine that went into the bag, a look of fierce determination grew stronger on her face.