I'm Receiving a Proposal More Seriously Than I Thought
"Hello... I'm Yang Ji-soo."
She introduced herself as Yang Ji-soo.
Once inside the room, she knelt formally on the floor and pressed an ice pack to the lump on her head. Her eyes were still glistening with unshed tears.
Her voice was so faint it seemed ready to vanish.
She looked like a woman who had never known confidence in her entire life—a fragile hothouse flower.
Come to think of it, even when she asked for cup ramen on the plane, it had felt like she was forcing herself to speak through sheer willpower.
"Um... what brings you here..."
I had dragged her inside after she collapsed from the door I flung open, hoping to calm her down first.
Why had she suddenly come looking for me? How did she even know my address?
What did she want from me after I had witnessed her secret act?
The questions piled up like a mountain.
"...This..."
"?"
Instead of answering, she shyly pulled a single envelope from her bag and held it out to me with both hands.
Her expression was exactly like a high school girl handing a love letter to her senior.
The moment I tore open the envelope, a sharp fragrance stung my nose.
Citrus.
It's Seo-hye's perfume!
I quickly pulled out the letter and began to read.
Unlike her usual habit of mixing English into everything, it was written in neat, polished Korean.
To my dear Senior Sung-won,
You must have been so surprised.
I know exactly what situation you're in right now.
You probably hate me.
But surprisingly, every single thing I've done has been for you, Senior. Truly.
I'll explain one by one.
First, Jung Eun-ho is with us.
"What did you say?! Why is Eun-ho with you people!"
I couldn't help but shout as I read.
"What do you mean 'us'? Who the hell are you people anyway? You? And your husband? What exactly are you all?"
That was exactly it.
What on earth was going on?
My wife Eun-ho's affair and disappearance. The incident on the plane. Min Seo-hye's report to the police.
These three events had clearly been separate.
Yet now they had suddenly fused into one and appeared right before my eyes.
What the hell did this mean?
"...Hic..."
"Ah..."
Stunned, I sank to the floor.
Yang Ji-soo, her long straight hair hanging sadly around her face, had covered her ears like a frightened rabbit and begun to cry.
"I'm scared..."
"No... I mean... how old are you to be crying like a child?"
At my raised voice, Ji-soo squeezed her eyes shut and trembled. Then, with a shaky hand, she held up seven fingers.
"...Seven?"
"Thirty-seven..."
She was older than me.
Now that I looked, she wore practical cotton pants and a refined but everyday sweater. Overall, she gave off the unmistakable air of a homemaker.
Even her pale, long fingers—which must have been stunningly beautiful in her youth—showed traces of daily life.
On the fourth finger of her left hand, a simple silver ring gleamed brightly.
"The letter..."
Her voice trembled like a thin thread.
I let out a long sigh, forced my anger down, and continued reading.
We decided to grant Eun-ho's wish to have a child.
However, for that to happen, we absolutely need your consent and cooperation, Senior.
The beginning was a little rough, but I promise we will never proceed without your agreement.
In one week, I will give you a more detailed explanation.
Second, I, Min Seo-hye, am proposing to Kim Sung-won.
The ring you gave me in France—everyone said it was beautiful.
Please make me your wife.
I'm not asking you to divorce Jung Eun-ho.
Please accept me as another wife.
Third, for the next week, please live together with Yang Ji-soo, who is delivering this letter.
Do everything Ji-soo wants.
Of course, Senior, you may also do everything you want to Ji-soo.
Just like you did to me.
And please accept Yang Ji-soo as your other wife as well.
That's all for now.
If the two of you build a good relationship over this week, we will move on to the next step.
Trust me, Senior.
Everything will turn out well.
Seo-hye, who wants to become your wife.
Above Seo-hye's name at the end of the letter was the clear imprint of lipstick.
It was obviously a kiss from Seo-hye herself.
And below that, in handwriting noticeably different from Seo-hye's messy scrawl, were the elegant, precise characters I could never forget even in death—my wife Jung Eun-ho's writing.
"Hic... Hheuuung..."
The moment I saw Eun-ho's handwriting, I began to cry like a child.
Your wife.
The fact that Eun-ho still called herself my wife filled me with such joy and sorrow at the same time.
"......!!!"
Startled by my sudden sobbing, Ji-soo quietly stood and approached me.
"Hheuuung... Hheueoeoeong... Eun-ho..."
None of the letter's contents made any sense.
Who were these people?
Why was Min Seo-hye suddenly proposing to me?
How could we get married without getting divorced?
What did she mean by accepting Ji-soo as my wife?
Did that mean I'd have three wives?
I couldn't understand what was happening to me.
I just... missed my wife so much.
"Hheueoeoeoeong..."
This was probably the explosion of three days' worth of pent-up alcohol and emotion.
My tear-streaked cheek pressed against something warm and incredibly soft.
"Hheue...?"
I knew this sensation.
It was a woman's breast.
Ji-soo's breast.
But...
It wouldn't stop... sinking...?
Sluuuuuuurk.
"Please... don't cry..."
After what felt like falling into a deep canyon, I realized my face was completely buried in the vast valley of Ji-soo's enormous breasts.
Not all breasts were the same.
These were genuinely huge.
Unlike Eun-ho's nearly flat chest or Seo-hye's attractively full ones, Ji-soo's were on a terrifying scale—capable of swallowing a person whole and suffocating them.
"Hmph... mmmph... hwooop..."
My sobs had somehow transformed into strange, muffled whimpers.
Breathing was becoming slightly difficult.
Squish.
"Don't... cry..."
Her long, slender arms wrapped around my head, pressing me even deeper.
Given the position and my drunken state, there was no escape.
After struggling for a moment, I finally went limp and surrendered my soul to the depths of her cleavage.
Even though it was over her soft sweater, I could barely feel the hardness of any bra.
She was probably wearing no bra at all, or at most something with almost no wire.
Like a pleasant waterbed, her breasts yielded with a squish then sprang back with a boing.
My sorrow floated away on the sea of her maternal chest.
No—it felt like it had sunk completely.
"Cough..."
Some time later, when my tears finally stopped, Ji-soo released me.
A rush of cold air flooded my lungs alongside her rich, feminine scent that invaded my nostrils.
This wasn't perfume or anything artificial.
It was simply... the scent of a woman.
Deep, clean, and so sweet it was almost suspicious...
The pheromone of a female in her purest form.
When that fragrance coated the incredible breasts that had just overwhelmed my sorrow, I lost all ability to think and simply collapsed like a puppet across her thighs.
"Have you... finished crying...?"
Ji-soo spoke in that same fading voice.
Her thick, wide thighs were unbelievably comfortable.
And her breasts cast such a deep shadow that I couldn't even see her forehead when I looked up.
"...Y-yes..."
"You seem exhausted... Please rest a little longer..."
"I-I have... so many questions... so many..."
Ji-soo leaned forward.
Squiiiiish.
This time from above.
The weight of her hanging breasts crushed my face with unbelievable force.
Smush. Smush. Smush...
"Sleep... sleep a little more..."
"Mmph... mmph... mmm..."
Her hand stroking my hair felt like magic—ticklish and unbearably soft.
Along with the sensation of slowly suffocating under her massive breasts...
I fell asleep exactly like a patient drifting off under anesthesia during a colonoscopy.
How long had I slept?
I opened my eyes to a delicious smell tickling my nose.
"A blanket...?"
My body, which had been sprawled on the floor, had been moved to the bed.
A clean new comforter was pulled up to my chin, and my dirty, stinking clothes had been changed into fresh pajamas that smelled wonderful.
Wait—changed?
By Ji-soo?
"Huk, no way..."
I lifted the waistband of my pants.
Sure enough... even my underwear was brand new and clean.
"This woman... just what...!"
As I followed the smell to the kitchen, throwing back the blanket, I was stunned by what I saw.
The disgusting pigsty that had reeked of alcohol had been transformed into a proper human dwelling.
Everything was in its place.
Even the TV remote was neatly aligned perpendicular to the table.
The scattered clothes had been folded with care, and the empty bottles were sorted by type and lined up neatly by the entrance.
Next to them stood two tightly sealed 20-liter trash bags, both completely full.
They must contain everything that had come out of this filthy room.
"The floor... is blinding..."
The hardwood floor sparkled as if a robot vacuum had swept and mopped it a hundred times.
The crowning touch was the sound of the washing machine rumbling with two weeks' worth of laundry...
And the sight of Ji-soo from behind, wearing an apron and tasting a bubbling pot of doenjang jjigae with a ladle.
"...Did you sleep... well...?"
Like a man suddenly kidnapped into another world, I could only nod blankly.