Park Hyeon-ju
[Park Hyeon-ju's POV]
September 12, 2002
"Jeong-cheol's mom. I hate to say this, but…"
Hyeon-ju had just finished swimming and was chatting with the other mothers from her son's class at the café inside the building. With Chuseok only a week away, the housewives' conversation had turned, as it always did, to the dread of the in-law world waiting for them at their husbands' family homes.
Hyeon-ju herself had escaped that particular terror eight years earlier when her mother-in-law passed away. Of her two sisters-in-law, one was living in America now, and the other was a friend of hers. Of course, that still left her stuck raising a nephew on top of her own children when they were only three and one.
Once the other women had all gone home and Hyeon-ju was about to leave the café herself, Park A-yeong—mother of Sujin, who was in the same class as Jeong-cheol—caught her by the arm.
If it's something hard to say, maybe just don't say it…
Anything that started with "I hate to say this, but" was almost never good news. She tried to brush it off, but curiosity was a hard thing to ignore. Hyeon-ju went back and sat down.
"What is it?"
A-yeong leaned in close. Hyeon-ju tilted her ear toward her, and A-yeong whispered.
"Jeong-cheol's dad… I think he's keeping two households. I saw him coming out of the XX Apartments in Hongje, arm in arm with some woman."
"What?!"
Hyeon-ju shot up from her seat. She glanced around quickly, then dropped back down and stared at A-yeong. That worried face of hers. Looking at that sickeningly concerned expression, the first thought that hit her was how of all people, it had to be this woman who caught him.
Haa… I already had a feeling.
She had more or less suspected something from her husband's strange behavior lately. She had simply been holding back because there was no hard proof yet.
Hyeon-ju's eyes turned sharp. A-yeong flinched and sat up straighter as Hyeon-ju leaned in this time.
"The XX Apartments?"
"…Yeah."
"Sujin's mom. Don't go spreading this around. Understood?"
"Yeah, I won't."
Hyeon-ju knew full well that extracting a promise like that was useless. There was no way that loose-lipped housewife would be able to keep her mouth shut when it was itching to talk.
She grabbed her gym bag, stood up in a hurry, and headed home.
[Brothers Mill]
Hyeon-ju stared for a long time at the notebook where she had jotted down a phone number. On the back page, written in her own hand, were the words Brothers Mill.
It was a private investigation agency she had noticed once while running errands in Sinchon. She had never once imagined she would actually need to call a place like that. When Eun-hee had phoned asking if she knew of any detective agencies, the Brothers Detective Agency had come to mind; she had passed the name along and, just in case, written the number down in her notebook.
She flipped through the pages, found the number, hesitated, then dialed.
"Hello, you've reached us."
A low, steady male voice came through the line. Hyeon-ju took a deep breath.
"Is this the Brothers Detective Agency?"
"Yes. May I ask what this is regarding?"
"I think my husband is cheating. Someone in the neighborhood told me he might be keeping two households. Can you get me proof?"
"…Yes. Five million won deposit, one million for the balance. Will that work for you?"
"Yes."
It was more expensive than she had expected. Five million just to follow one man around and take pictures. Thinking of her bank balance, Hyeon-ju decided she would have to clean out her emergency fund.
She bit down hard on her lip.
"Then please come to the office. We'll need your husband's personal details, workplace, and the location where the mistress was seen."
"Yes. I'll come right away."
She hung up, went into Ian's room, pulled out a sheet of A4 paper, and wrote down her husband's personal information, his workplace, and the XX Apartments in Hongje-dong. She folded it into her pocket.
After getting ready to go out, she headed for Sinchon. The whole way there her face was dark, and the sharp look in her eyes carried such murderous intent that people around her flinched as she passed.
The 23rd.
The day after the Chuseok holiday ended, Hyeon-ju went straight back to the office and received a document envelope. Then came the shocking report.
"It wasn't just one. The Hongje place really was a full second household. And there was also a female employee at his company—at her officetel… You'll see the entry and exit photos clearly when you look."
The man kept talking for a while, but Hyeon-ju was in no state to listen properly. She pulled the photos out of the envelope and flipped through them. There really were two women. The employee in particular was someone she herself had seen a few times.
When they asked if she wanted any further work done, she shook her head, paid the balance, and left the office. She climbed into her car in a rush and started pounding the steering wheel for no good reason.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Aaaagh!"
Her rage came out in a pterodactyl screech that filled the car.
The face of the woman who had introduced herself as Assistant Manager Yoo Jeong-a rose in Hyeon-ju's mind. According to the agency's investigation, the relationship had already been going on for more than three years. By the time that woman had greeted her, the two of them had already been deep into it.
"This bitch was eating the pumpkin seeds behind my back?"
Part of her wanted nothing more than to scatter these photos all over her husband's company. But she couldn't. Right now the only source of income in the house was his job. Ian's child support could be cut off at any moment, and the thought of that already kept her on edge.
She dropped the film off at a photo studio in Sinchon to have a few extra sets printed, then sat in a café and sank into thought.
What am I supposed to do…
The woman in Hongje, Kim Mi-suk, was no pushover either. Her looks were ordinary enough, but that relationship had already lasted more than five years. There were even rumors she had come out of the bar scene.
Once she had the photos, Hyeon-ju went to the post office and mailed a set to the address listed as Assistant Manager Yoo Jeong-a's parents' house. On the back of each photo she had clearly written that her husband was a married man. That should be enough to make Yoo Jeong-a fall away.
Yeah. Petty, but so what.
She pulled a pair of sunglasses from the car, put them on, and drove to that apartment complex in Hongje. Once inside the grounds she taped photos one by one onto the community bulletin board. Then, carefully trailing a resident who was going in, she rode the elevator up and pressed the button for the top floor—the twentieth.
The resident got off on the thirteenth. Alone in the elevator, Hyeon-ju slipped the photos into the advertising board mounted on the wall.
Unit 903. Adulteress Kim Mi-suk. Keeping two households with a married man.
White pen writing on the photos covered eight of the ads.
Her heart was hammering. She kept glancing around for CCTV cameras.
The elevator returned to the first floor. She hurried back to her car on quick feet.
Only after she was home again did her chest finally settle. The kids would still be at their academies; Ian would be back from school soon. The thought of Ian suddenly crossed her mind.
"Mom, big brother Ian's dick is this big."
During Chuseok they had gone down to the eldest brother-in-law's house in Cheongju. After visiting the family graves, all the men had headed to the public bathhouse to wash off the grime. When they came back, every one of their faces had been dark.
Han-cheol, the nephew who was even younger than Jeong-cheol, had grabbed his older brother's arm and was waving his own hand against his elbow, demonstrating the size.
That can't be right. Come on. At the very least it has to be sixteen or seventeen centimeters, right?
She had seen Ian's little thing a few times when they were kids, down by the stream. For an eight-year-old it had seemed big, sure. But even now, Ian still felt strongly like a child to her.
A baby's dick? She snorted and shook her head. Still, every single one of the men's faces had looked completely deflated.
Is it actually true? And this was a bathhouse—he wouldn't even have been hard.
Ian had always hated going to the bathhouse. His father had practically had to drag him there, yelling the whole way, just to make him go.
She looked at her husband and saw him forcing a smile. That man with his small cock had shared a bath with that monster?
The older brothers-in-law and even Eun-hee, her sister-in-law, kept exchanging awkward glances, while poor Han-cheol was the only one who got a thrashing from his older brother for running his mouth.
An affair of my own. Dangerous. No telling what kind of person I'd end up with. Ian…?
The moment she imagined having an affair with Ian, Hyeon-ju shook her head. He was like a little brother to her, and at this point she didn't even have the face for it.
Does he still like me?
She remembered the little boy who had said he liked her back when she was in high school. Ian, who hadn't even started elementary school yet. The thought made her feel like she was committing a crime.
But the fantasy of being impaled on that massive cock—and of turning the boy who owned it into her personal slave, fucking him whenever the urge struck—was so thrilling it made her dizzy.
She felt her panties soaking through at an alarming speed and rushed into the bathroom to masturbate.
She rubbed her clit and her breasts, then shoved two fingers inside herself while crying out to be fucked.
Squelch.
"Ian… ahh, yes. Fuck me."
What the hell… why does this feel so good…
Pleasure far beyond the usual. Just the fantasy of being taken by that little boy drove her to a climax her husband had never once given her, and she came with almost no effort at all.
"I'm home."
The instant Ian's voice reached her from outside, her pussy clenched even harder and gushed. An orgasm she had never experienced before crashed through her; she completely forgot that Ian had just walked into the house and sprayed her juices against the bathroom wall, then pissed herself in a long, helpless stream.
"Haaah—"
She clamped a hand over her mouth, turned on the shower, and cooled herself down as fast as she could. Then she looked in the mirror and froze. The woman staring back was far too lewd—licking her lips, eyes shining with pure wanton hunger.
Haa. Ian… Ian…
She hurried out, bought sleeping pills, mixed them into juice, and fed them to Ian. Then she waited.
Creeeak.
An hour later, before the other kids came home, she peeked into the room to check. Ian was lying on the bed, asleep.
That handsome face. The strong, clean lines of it didn't even belong in this household. His features were as sharp and striking as the actors she had liked when she was young. These days it was a face that didn't quite fit—and now that face looked attractive to her.
Hooo… hooo…
Confirming his even breathing, she pulled the blanket down. With trembling hands she lifted his T-shirt a little. Clear abs showed underneath.
Haa. Ian has a body this fine? How did I never notice? His stamina must be incredible too, right?
Back in middle school the PE teacher and the soccer coach had come to the house asking to put him on the team. Of course her husband had refused. When they said the principal's scholarship would cover the costs, her husband had only raged harder and driven them out.
Her husband had always had a complex about Ian's father, and as the boy grew and started to resemble him, that complex would surface from time to time.
From the abs down to the waist, the muscle looked solid and well-built. Well-defined arms, and thick, clearly separated thigh muscles. The kid who ran newspaper routes every morning before dawn and loved sports like soccer had especially thick, powerfully developed thighs.
A body that could never have weak stamina.
My older sister used to say her boyfriend barely worked out and still put on muscle. She said she never worried about him getting fat—if anything she had to hold him back so the muscle wouldn't get too big.
Hyeon-ju herself had seen Ian's father a few times. Her sister's boyfriend from the same neighborhood. He had been a handsome man with strong features too. Back then that kind of face was in fashion, and she had even nursed a brief crush on him.
She remembered a story from her elementary school days, during a holiday meal at the house next door when she had gone to visit Eun-hee. When her mother-in-law fretted about how much he was eating, he had laughed heartily and said he was the type who put on muscle easily—just a little exercise and the fat melted off while the muscle grew in.
Hyeon-ju remembered it clearly. The envious faces of the other men.
His thighs—and the thighs of the Ian lying in front of her—looked like the soccer player Cha Bum-kun's. She stared blankly for a moment at thighs that looked thicker than her own waist, then reached for his pants.
"Mmm."
Shit!
She startled when Ian stirred just as she was about to pull the pants down, then grabbed the underwear too and yanked everything off in one go. And there it was—that massive cock.
Is this even real?
Her legs started shaking. She could feel her pussy twitching open, and her face flushed hot. Soft and hanging, yet still thick and long, that cock. She carefully stretched out a hand toward it.
It's soft.
She kneaded it. Both hands couldn't fully wrap around it; as she worked it, veins rose and Ian's cock swelled hard in moments.
H-how big is this…
It looked like it had to be over twenty-five centimeters at the least—a monstrous thing that one hand couldn't even begin to hold. Thicker than a soda can. The head was a cute pink that somehow made the sheer size even more shocking.
Could this even fit? If I take it, could I dominate Ian? Or would I be the one who becomes the slave…
A sudden gush.
She had always been the one who dominated others, never once imagining a life of being dominated herself—yet the mere thought of becoming a slave sent a rush of excitement through her, and her pussy turned slick and messy.
She hurriedly pulled one hand free and tried to catch the juices pouring from her bare pussy. But she could already feel the wetness running all the way down to her ankles.
A glance at the clock told her the kids would be home any minute. She grabbed the blanket and covered Ian again.
Then she ran to the bathroom and masturbated for the second time that day.
Ian, you're mine. Fuck me!!
The next day Hyeon-ju went to an adult shop and bought a dildo that was similar to Ian's cock, only a little smaller—eighteen centimeters. She masturbated with it while thinking of Ian. The first pain faded quickly, and soon every time she pictured him she was climaxing.
At first, while she touched herself, she imagined Ian as her slave and gave him orders. But day by day she found herself surrendering more and more to that massive cock, to the dildo, and little by little Ian's place in the fantasy rose higher.
From slave to lover. From lover to husband. From husband to Master…
Squelch, squelch.
"Ahhhn, Master, Master, ahh, I'm coming~~~"