I'm Engaging in Domestic Violence More Seriously Than I Thought
The name Ji-soo spat out was Seung-woo.
The middle-aged gentleman who had boarded the flight to France with Ji-soo and the child.
The man who had taken a shameful photo of me pissing into Ji-soo’s cunt while she was tied up in the airplane bathroom.
And now, the name of the bastard who was fucking my wife Eun-ho.
My wife—who had already been devoured by that hulking man named Young-hun and filled with his cum—was now being “shared” with yet another man.
I could not forgive them.
“Kek… keuk… cough…”
I squeezed Ji-soo’s neck, which felt like it would snap with the slightest extra pressure.
The rush of pleasure that came from manhandling a woman powerless against a man’s strength surged through my entire body.
I had never once raised a hand against my own wife.
With the woman I loved, Min Seo-hye, I felt guilty enough just from tumbling around in bed with her.
So why—why did I unconsciously turn violent every time I faced this busty married woman?
It was as if a beast sleeping inside me had awakened, forcing me to treat her with raw brutality.
But the moment I realized my wife was being raped—no, willingly fucked—the rational part of my brain had already flipped.
I had to stop those bastards from fucking my wife.
But how?
A way came to me.
“If you won’t pick up, I’ll make you pick up.”
Eun-ho had turned her phone off.
Min Seo-hye wasn’t answering calls or texts either, but at least she hadn’t powered hers down.
That meant I simply had to force Seo-hye to call me.
Even if she didn’t want to, I would make sure she had no choice.
“Smile, Ji-soo. Here—peace~ I’m taking the picture.”
“Kup… kuk… khuk…”
Click.
I snapped a photo of myself choking Ji-soo’s neck and sent it straight to Min Seo-hye’s phone.
The smile she forced under my choking threat was grotesque—tears and laughter twisted together on her face.
Her sweater, stretched out during our struggle, gaped widely at the collar. The white strap of her camisole framed her elegant collarbones and the soft swell of her upper breasts.
The message was unmistakable.
Call me.
If you don’t return my wife, I will kill her.
This woman you’re all “sharing.”
“…Fine.”
The number “1” beside the KakaoTalk I sent to Min Seo-hye vanished.
A call would come any second.
Ding-dong.
It’s here!
Huh?
…What rang wasn’t a phone. It was the doorbell.
On the intercom screen…
Two… police officers were standing there.
“This is the police. We received a domestic violence report and came to check.”
My mind went white.
Why… were the police here?
Who the hell had reported it?
In my panic I released the hand that had been choking Ji-soo.
She finally stopped crying and was gingerly touching her reddened throat.
“…They’re watching.”
“What?”
“Right now… they’re watching everything.”
My heart plummeted.
Of course.
My wife had brought a man into this house, fucked him, and even taken photos of the creampie.
Knowing I would lose my mind with rage, she had still sent this fragile woman—who had no strength to resist men—here alone.
There was no way she hadn’t prepared some kind of safety net.
“They installed surveillance cameras in the house, didn’t they?”
She nodded.
Ji-soo wiped her tears and pulled the stretched collar of her sweater up to cover her exposed skin.
Her slender arm sank into the deep valley between her breasts.
The ruined sweater and the vivid red marks on her neck were irrefutable evidence that I had been caught committing domestic violence.
What the hell was I supposed to do now?
Was I going to be labeled a sex offender at work and a wife-beater at home?
And she wasn’t even my wife!
Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
“Open the door, sir! Right now!”
At the officer’s urgent demand, I opened the door with shaking hands.
A young male and female officer stepped inside with cold eyes.
“This is the Kim Sung-won residence, correct? We received a neighbor’s report that they heard a wife screaming…”
“Th-that’s…”
“Ah—there’s the wife!”
While the male officer stared at me strangely as I stammered, the female officer spotted Ji-soo’s pitiful form collapsed on the floor beyond my shoulder.
“That… that person…”
“Step aside. Ma’am! Are you all right? Were you assaulted?”
I wanted to scream that she wasn’t my wife, but my head was too tangled to speak.
Even though the report had come from a neighbor, it was obviously Min Seo-hye and the entire “wife-sharing” group who had called the police after watching through the cameras to protect Ji-soo.
But how could I possibly explain the situation?
That my wife had run off after cheating on me, and that I had let a woman demanding polyamory into my home, fed her, and then suddenly started beating her?
If word got out at the company that I had been investigated for domestic violence, how much more would my life spiral?
While I was drowning in dizzying despair at the looming sense of ruin…
Ji-soo—who had been choked and terrified only moments ago—suddenly broke into a silly grin and began spinning a brazen lie.
“Hehe… No… We were just… in the middle of our marital duties…”
The female officer, who had been wearing a grave expression, looked flustered.
“Pardon? Marital duties?”
“Yes… We’re still newlyweds… Right after he finished dinner he suddenly… said it was time to make a baby…”
Ji-soo’s lie was so natural that both the officers and I gaped at her.
“B-but your sweater is stretched so badly…”
“I told him not to rush, that I wasn’t going anywhere… but he said there was no time to take it off and just… started groping my breasts…”
Ji-soo stuck her tongue out cutely and tugged the sweater—now stretched nearly to her stomach—down and up again.
The terrifying valley of her cleavage flashed its dizzying depth for a brief second before vanishing back into the depths of the fabric.
While the male officer couldn’t close his hanging jaw, the female officer—whose eyes were practically vibrating—asked again.
“Y-your neck… the neck area is extremely red…!”
“Ahh, this…?”
Ji-soo wrapped both hands around her throat in a shy, fading voice.
“This guy… really sucks on my neck like a baby… just like this… hehe…”
While the police officers wore expressions that clearly said they had misunderstood the situation completely, I stared in terror, unable to comprehend what the hell Ji-soo was thinking.
“Well… the whole country is struggling with low birth rates these days… so it’s good that you’re being intimate, but please try not to disturb the neighbors too much.”
“We understand.”
The officers left with awkward, embarrassed faces.
“Are you really all right, ma’am? If there’s any problem at all…”
The female officer still seemed suspicious that Ji-soo might be too afraid of me to speak truthfully.
But Ji-soo clasped both hands together, dramatically pushing up her enormous breasts, and bowed at a perfect ninety degrees.
“My husband loves me so much… I’ll make sure to behave myself~”
“We’ll behave ourselves too.”
Incredibly, both officers bowed back at ninety degrees. Even I, standing there in a daze, reflexively bowed with them. The four of us all bent and straightened together, ending the conversation.
I clearly saw the male officer lift his head while bowing so he could sneak another peek down Ji-soo’s sweater.
And as I watched that cop stealing glances at another man’s wife’s breasts, I wondered why the sight made my mood plummet so violently.
“Haa…”
After the police left, Ji-soo’s legs gave out and she collapsed right where she stood.
“…Why did you cover for me?”
I sank down beside her.
I had barely escaped being arrested as a criminal. I didn’t have the strength to stay standing.
“…Because you’re my husband.”
Ji-soo gave a faint smile while saying something I still couldn’t understand.
Her ruined sweater slid to one side, and her right breast—too massive to be contained by the word “voluptuous”—spilled into view.
The white strap camisole was completely overwhelmed by her breasts, stretched to the point of tearing.
It looked less like lingerie and more like a useless nipple cover.
And on the painfully stretched fabric, a 500-won-coin-sized areola showed clearly, with a crushed 10-won-coin-sized nipple resting inside it.
As expected, Ji-soo wasn’t wearing a bra.
“…You’re not wearing underwear.”
“Nothing fits me properly…”
Ji-soo trailed off, blushing as she turned her head away.
“And… I wanted to look good for you, Sung-won…”
If that was her goal, she had succeeded beyond measure.
“Is… is Seo-hye watching this house right now?”
She nodded.
Being under surveillance…
Fresh anger flared, but the misery and sorrow were stronger. I covered my face with both hands.
“What… what are they doing to Eun-ho right now…”
Vrrr.
At that moment, my phone vibrated.
It was a KakaoTalk from Min Seo-hye.
“What the hell is this now…”
The contents were once again completely insane.
Rules?
What rules this time?