The Reason She Wants to Marry Han Jihoon

"Today's stream was so much fun again, everyone. Thank you so much for all the headpats and cheering me on! I'll wrap up the broadcast here! See you next time-yung!"

With Park Yuna's bright farewell to her viewers, today's streaming session came to an end. It was a time when the goodwill they poured out soothed her loneliness and lifted her self-esteem. Yet the moment the stream ended, the solitude she had briefly forgotten would always come rushing back in.

….

Her fingers settled on the keyboard. The search term she entered was child actress Park Yuna. There had been a time when simply typing her three-syllable name brought up everything, but now, years later, the algorithm demanded the specific label before it would show her anything.

Article after glowing article praising her filled the search results. Back in her middle-school acting days, loneliness had been a word that never touched her. The entire filming crew had been warm and kind, and when she came home after a shoot, her mother was always there waiting.

That was the best time… In those days she had lacked nothing—money, fame, popularity. But what had made Park Yuna happiest of all was her mother's love. Having lost her husband and raised her daughter alone, her mother's affection for Yuna was especially deep, and that love became the very nourishment that let her succeed as a child actress.

Just as the headline said, it had never felt unnatural for her to act for her mother's sake. The income she earned brought financial comfort and emotional stability to the household, and her mother's love for her daughter only grew deeper with each passing day.

….

The trouble began right after she finished her third year of middle school.

Contrary to the article's dramatic title, it wasn't because she had grown tired of acting. The higher her status rose, the more work flooded in, and she simply regretted how little time she could spend with her mother. She had already earned more money than an ordinary person could make in a lifetime; all that remained, she thought, was to live happily with her mother.

Her mother saw things very differently.

"Mom… we have so much money. You don't have to work that hard anymore…"

"You don't understand how scary the world is. You never know what might happen to a person, so we need a steady source of income."

The method her mother chose was business. To solidify their foundation. To fulfill the dream of becoming a businesswoman she had once given up. But just as her mother said, the world was frightening and human affairs were unpredictable. Her business attempts failed over and over.

At first Yuna believed she would regain the time with her mother she once had. But her mother, unable to let go of her lingering attachment, threw herself even deeper into work. Before long, the hours Yuna spent alone in the house grew longer and longer.

"I retired because I wanted to be with Mom…"

By the time she regretted it, it was already too late. Her mother performed only the minimum duties of parenthood, never showing the same warmth as before, always putting business before her daughter. In the end, the final business venture she had staked everything on became a massive success, bringing her even more wealth than Yuna had earned in her acting days.

Even now, Yuna spent far more time alone at home than she did with her mother. Making friends with loneliness was impossible for her. Her striking appearance and her past as a celebrity only provoked jealousy from her classmates, turning her into a loner at school as well. She had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠been too busy with acting during middle school to make real friends, and afterward she had no one left to exchange messages with.

Will I really live like this, alone forever, until I die…?

Her mother's love had been everything to her. The moment she could no longer feel it, Yuna's heart began to rot. Naturally, her longing for those middle-school days only grew stronger.

It must be because I retired and stopped earning money. That's why her interest in me cooled.

That was the conclusion she reached while sitting alone at home during high school. If she wanted to regain her mother's love like before, she would have to start earning money again. But her mother's eyes had grown far greedier now; to recapture her attention, she would need even greater wealth.

But how could I ever earn that much…? Unless I marry an incredibly rich man, I suppose.

That was the process by which Park Yuna had begun dreaming of marrying a chaebol heir. Of course she knew it was a ridiculous fantasy, so she only imagined it inside her head and never considered acting on it. Even after graduating from an all-girls high school and moving out on her own, she simply soothed her loneliness through internet streaming. Occasionally she would indulge in the daydream of a white-horse prince choosing her, like any other teenage girl.

Then she happened to learn of Han Jihoon's existence.

A golden opportunity to regain her mother's affection and attention—an opportunity she had believed realistically impossible. The excitement it brought paralyzed her reason and led her down the wrong path.

….

The more she thought, the larger her loneliness grew. For no particular reason, Yuna picked up her phone and opened her messenger app. The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠friend list and chat list were both empty. Aside from her mother and a few relatives, the only numbers she had were the landlady's, her MCN contacts, and Han Jihoon's.

I'm such a complete outcast…

Even in college, building new relationships hadn't been easy. The negative experiences from high school—at home and at school—had made her far more passive than her appearance suggested. Women seemed to envy her looks, and men seemed to approach her with impure motives; she couldn't relax around anyone. Communication with others through her internet streams was only a temporary bandage that could never heal the fundamental emptiness inside her.

In the end, I only have Mom. I have to go back to the way we used to be. And the only way to do that… is to marry Jihoon.

"Marry Jihoon…"

She had never pictured the details before, but suddenly she found herself wondering what married life with him would be like. If he truly loved her with all his heart, what would that feel like? Could his affection fill the hollow space her mother's absence had left behind?

…This isn't the time to be thinking about that.

She shook her head, pushing the idle thoughts away. Since she was already sinning against him, the right thing was to focus on becoming a good wife as the bare minimum atonement for what she would receive. And above all, right now she needed to concentrate on seducing him.

She threw herself onto the bed and stripped every piece of clothing from her body as if shedding an old skin. Sitting comfortably, she spread her legs and brought her hand to her pussy, gently stimulating it.

"Hng, mmm…"

Her clit gradually stiffened, and the pleasure slowly grew. When she had first tried this yesterday the sensation had felt completely foreign, but now it was quite familiar; she could touch her own sex naturally.

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

The wet, sticky sounds coming from her increasingly soaked pussy signaled that her body was beginning to respond in earnest. Yet Yuna wasn't satisfied with that alone. With her other hand she teased her nipples.

She needed to grow accustomed to even stronger pleasure if she wanted to defeat Han Jihoon.

"Haa, ngh, haa…"

Good. It's definitely more bearable than yesterday.

The internet claim that repeated masturbation would reduce the frequency of orgasms was, in fact, baseless. Still, by blindly following that advice, Yuna was unexpectedly seeing results. It wasn't so much that her sensitivity was dulling as that her ability to endure and hold back was being trained.

Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.

She rubbed her clitoris diligently with her fingers while lovingly kneading one of her breasts. The more she stimulated the most sensitive parts of her body, the more the pleasure spread throughout her. Her hips, which had flinched at the unfamiliar feeling during her first attempt, now accepted the sensation with relative stability.

A little faster now…

Squish, squish, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠squish, squish.

"Ngh, haaang! Haa…!"

As her pace increased, so did her breathing. Yet her mind remained clear, and the confidence that she could satisfy Han Jihoon grew even stronger.

If I keep going like this, it'll be more than enough…!

She recalled their first time together a few days earlier. She was simulating it in her head, but whenever she stimulated herself like this, memories of that night naturally resurfaced.

He didn't look like that at all, but when he was inside me he was incredibly forceful…

The violent movements that treated a woman as nothing more than a tool for sexual satisfaction. Even though it was the roughest treatment she had ever experienced, instead of anger she had been swept away by a pleasure she had never known and couldn't think at all.

But now it's different! I will completely, perfectly satisfy Jihoon!

She moved without pause, the rising climax building higher and higher. She endured it, endured it, and only when she truly reached her limit did she finally release it.

"Haa… haa…"

Perfect. If I keep practicing like this, I'll definitely be able to satisfy Jihoon.

A faint smile spread across her face at the sense of accomplishment she already felt. The training continued afterward, and at last the day came when the two of them would meet again.

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It was around the same evening hour as the last time I had visited Park Yuna's house. The promised date was drawing near, so after a few days I found myself at her door again.

"Jihoon!"

"Excuse the intrusion."

"You'd better be really prepared today!"

Just like last time, she declared war the moment she saw my face. According to the Sexmuwiki, she had been practicing through masturbation and had achieved meaningful results, and her overflowing confidence certainly showed it.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it."

"By the way, what's that in your hand, Jihoon?"

At her question I handed over the plastic bag I was carrying.

"Apples. I ordered some online and they threw in extras as a service. It was too many for me to eat alone, so I brought them over."

"Oh? Really? Thank you…"

She took the bag from me, her face turning red.

"It's the first time someone's ever given me something like this. It really makes us feel like neighbors. Hehe."

I had only brought them because I don't eat fruit that often and was worried they would spoil before I finished them, but hearing her say that made ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me feel strangely embarrassed. That was why I quickly changed the subject.

"Shall we get started, then?"

"Ah, yes! This time it's for real, real, real, so don't you dare say anything else, Jihoon!"

"You're full of confidence. Looks like you practiced properly."

"Of course! At this point, something of your size is totally manageable!"

Her face was already brimming with the thrill of victory. However, what she would feel today was not the joy of victory, but the ecstasy of defeat.

"I wonder what kind of training you did."

"Th-that's embarrassing! How am I supposed to say it out loud?! Stop stalling and let's get to the bed already!"

She grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the bedroom. And so another test of our sexual compatibility began.