Beep — Payment Complete
Beep. Payment complete.
Urine, body wash, love juice, sweat.
No joke — it really was a four-layer symphony of smells.
That said, considering the woman I'd just fucked in both mouth and pussy was about to share a shower with me, a scent like that barely even registered. That much was true, too.
But I deliberately left my sister-in-law alone in the bathroom and walked out.
And at present, I was showering solo in the bathroom off the master bedroom.
She's going to have a lot to think about.
We'd come to an agreement, sure — but she'd still been used roughly, relentlessly, without any real regard for her own will. On top of that, she'd shed tears right in front of me, and then come so hard she lost control of herself.
From beginning to end, how mortifying must that have been for her…?
Just as I was closing the bathroom door and picking up my clothes, I heard a faint sound from the far side — someone whimpering.
That particular kind of sobbing, the kind where you clamp a hand over your mouth and choke it down with little strangled gasps.
Well, it's her first time dealing with something like this. Makes sense.
Even if she'd been handled like a toy, that prideful, hypocritical, insufferably stubborn personality of hers wasn't going to soften overnight. Which meant if I'd stayed and showered with her, she would have buried every last ounce of it deep inside rather than let a single thing show.
So I cleared the space for her. On purpose.
I may look like this, but I do have my considerate side.
But only up to a point.
Did I force her? No.
Did I barge in on her on purpose? No.
Did I hold a knife to her throat? No.
Did I demand it for nothing in return? No.
As a matter of fact, it was thanks to me that her own carelessness — nearly getting her caught by her husband — blew over without a scratch.
I'd handed over everything I could give, and then some, and helped her on top of it.
Wouldn't asking for anything more at this point be an insult to my own conscience?
Besides, she was clearly enjoying herself, wasn't she?
When someone is forced into something against their will, their body might respond on a purely physiological level even as they feel revulsion. But that comes with rigidity, with trembling tension and fear, with a body too frozen to resist.
My sister-in-law was different.
She worked her lips and tongue, moving with intent to please me.
Granted, it was her first time using her mouth, so there was a certain awkwardness — but even so, I could see her genuinely trying, earnestly putting in the effort to earn her reward.
Which means it wasn't forced.
Whether it's family, lovers, or partners — anything done by compulsion breeds problems from start to finish.
That's exactly why I promised her proper compensation. Why I offer little courtesies like this, so nothing festers in her heart.
And besides, my sister-in-law is, well…
She needed a good dressing-down.
Forget the pretty face and the gorgeous body — long before I ever had her in my bed, every time I watched the way she carried herself and the filth that came out of her mouth, I honestly wanted to slap her across the face. Whether she was spoiled rotten from childhood or just born that way, I couldn't say, but she treated the inside of this house exactly like her own personal playground.
Just look at what happened today. That tells you everything.
Looking back on it now, the manager of that Liquor Market wasn't merely a good person — he was a saint.
He could have called the police without a second thought, but instead he contacted the guardian first, tried to let her off with a light warning and send her on her way. In this day and age, finding someone with that kind of character is like pulling teeth.
And to think she tried to waltz off with the goods — I can't even imagine how badly that could have ended.
Still, she's young. She can be fixed.
Ever since I administered that little disciplinary measure with my "partnership" arrangement, I have seen signs of change. My sister-in-law, who used to lock horns with me over every trivial thing, no longer picks fights first or glares at me with that venomous look.
Well, she does watch her step around me a bit more carefully these days.
But people don't usually transform overnight after a single warning shot. Which means she isn't beyond the possibility of changing.
Good for me, and good for her.
Even if it means her user history gains an entry or two, if a person changes for the better, where's the loss in that?
If she plays her cards right, maybe I won't have to keep her as a walking ATM…?
And further down the line, who knows — maybe the day will come when she does the housework herself, does the grocery shopping herself…?
Wouldn't that be a happy ending of its own kind.
I do want a happy ending, don't get me wrong. I just have no particular desire to see the two of them delighted by it.
Especially Kim Taeho.
That bastard needs to live far, far more bitterly and painfully than he does now.
I'll let him see things he's never seen before, at least.
Imagine it: the brother he dismissed as a worthless nobody, unable to utter a single word of complaint against him. Watching his wife, transformed, doting on the "young master" — and being moved to tears by her change, all while having no idea she's serving me on the side.
And what if, through the worst luck imaginable, a condom happened to split, and she conceived — and he lived out the rest of his days believing it was his own child…?
God. Insane.
Truly, certifiably insane. The plan, the way it unfurls in my head — all of it.
How does a mind even come up with this stuff?
I clapped a hand over my mouth in spite of myself, but the corners of my lips kept curling upward no matter how hard I fought them. From the moment I'd let these two into my home, I'd intended to drag them straight down into the pit.
At this point, this isn't just a pit — this is a level of depravity that would make Satan himself shake his head…?
First things first — my sister-in-law needs to change.
Her transformation comes before everything else. Or rather, "taming her to my exact taste" would be the more honest way to put it.
As for Taeho, he's already in no position to worry about anything beyond digging himself out of his own mess, so there's little need to watch him closely for now.
Still, I'll need to dole out carrots little by little, gauging how things go. Making her trust me even slightly wouldn't hurt.
If it all works out, I'll be able to carve out time alone with my sister-in-law without watching my back.
As I always say — time is on my side.
No need to rush. I'll just train her, slow and steady.
"Whew. Guess it's about time I headed out."
So I scrubbed myself clean — washing away the cock streaked with spit and cum, the sweat-soaked mess of my body — while indulging in happy visions of everything that might unfold next. With as much time as I'd given her, my sister-in-law would have collected herself and finished her shower by now. Time to step out.
Having a deep, meaningful conversation with her — that could be nice. Ahem. Or, slipping in under the radar for one more proper round…?
"Oh, wait, wait — the reward comes first, obviously!?"
Trust is everything in any deal. And here I was, the very man who knew that, about to push a promise to the back burner…!
The desire to hold my sister-in-law just one more time had made me fumble the bag without even realizing it.
Siiiide—
"The hell?"
The sulking partner of mine suddenly stiffened, going rigid and rising tall and proud into the air.
By my recollection, it hadn't even been that long since I'd shoved it deep enough down her throat to empty it out completely.
Something strange was going on here….
"Figures…. This is her fault too, isn't it…?"
That face, that body — she carried some mysterious power to make me hard from imagination alone. My recovery time wasn't bad, all things considered.
But this was too fast!
"Ha — you need to behave…. Stop getting all raring to go every time I turn around, you shameless thing…."
Hey, partner….
Something about you feels two percent short of full, doesn't it…?
So what you're telling me is, you want to run one more lap…!?
"…."
Knowing full well no conversation could possibly come of it, I reached out via telepathy anyway. As expected, not a single feeling or thought made it across the void.
But I knew. No — I could feel it.
They say that when eyes meet, you can read each other's minds. In the same way, even without a word passing between us, I could feel it — something hot and nameless burning back at me…!
"Good. Very good, in fact."
When I emerged from the bathroom, scrubbed clean, I found my sister-in-law perched on the edge of the bed. Her back was turned to me, head bowed slightly.
Her shoulders were a little hunched too, and something about her looked faintly drained. She'd evidently finished her shower and sorted through some portion of her feelings in the process.
"Oh? Were you waiting for me?"
"…You're the one who told me to shower first, because you had a reward for me…."
"Ah. Right, I did say that."
She remembered every word I'd said without fail. She just hadn't expected me to come out this quickly and catch her waiting.
"Could you give me a moment? Reward aside, I do need to put some clothes on."
"O-okay…."
"Mm. If you're that curious, you could always turn around and watch."
"…! N-no, not at all. I'm not curious, so hurry up and get dressed."
"Yes, yes, of course."
At that flustered reaction, I stole a glance over. Even with her back to me, I could just make out the flush creeping across her cheeks.
Kind of cute, honestly.
With that standoffish, me-first personality of hers softening around the edges, she'd grown a touch more docile. And somehow, watching her like this, even I found myself thinking it inwardly — she's cute.
That was proof of how far she'd changed. In more ways than one.
Right. Slow and steady — that's how I'll train her.
The results were beyond doubt now. Remolding her to my taste would be no problem at all.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Having changed into my lounge clothes, I picked up my wallet and strode over to my sister-in-law, planting myself squarely in front of her.
"All right — now that I'm decent, I believe I owe you that reward, as promised."
"…."
At my words, she slowly lifted her head. She couldn't quite meet my eyes — her gaze kept darting sideways, or rolling guiltily downward.
"Pfft. I never even said what I'd do, so what's with the panic attack?"
"Th-that's not — I'm not—"
"Sure, sure. If the lady in question says so, then I guess that's how it is."
When I teased her openly, letting a smirk play across my face, she bit her lip and turned ten shades redder. Savoring every delicious reaction, I opened my wallet in high spirits.
Rustle… swish, swish….
With a flourish, I drew out a single bill and presented it to her, deadpan.
She glanced at the thing being offered to her — and her eyes went round, her face steadily melting from surprise into open bewilderment.
"I-is… is this…?"
"Hm? What do you mean, 'is this'? It's the reward I promised you, isn't it?"
The single note I'd extended into her hands.
A portrait of a woman poet of the mid-Joseon dynasty — the mother of the great scholar whose face graces the five-thousand-won bill.
That's right….
What I'd handed over was the largest denomination in circulation in the country — the fifty-thousand-won note, bearing the face of Shin Saimdang herself.