Sharing My Wife More Seriously Than I Thought
Anyway, committing violence was a terrible thing to do.
The situation from a week ago when I choked Ji-soo’s neck, and the one just now when I struck Seo-hye’s face—both had been captured on camera.
The shock and fear the women felt witnessing the violence right in front of them was considerable.
Yet all three of them clearly wanted to calm my excitement and talk things through.
After all, the original purpose of today’s meeting had been to get me to join the “Shared Wife” arrangement.
The shame of being caught crossing the line by thrusting into Ji-soo’s pussy, and the anxiety of having given Eun-ho yet another excuse to have sex with another man—those turbulent emotions inside me slowly settled.
In any case, there before me were the three women I had spent the past week with: Yang Ji-soo, whom I had once loved so deeply that I even committed adultery for her; Min Seo-hye, the woman I had loved just as passionately; and my wife, Jung Eun-ho, whom I had missed more than words could say.
If only to bring everything to an end…
…we should talk.
I took Eun-ho’s hand as she lay face-down and helped her up.
“Tell me what you want to say.”
Eun-ho’s green eyes were still wet with tears.
“…Shall we each have a drink first, then?”
Eun-ho brought out the thirty-year-old Balvenie she kept in her collection and poured it carefully into our finest whiskey glasses.
It was her favorite whiskey, the kind she only drank one glass of on truly special occasions.
If a woman who loved alcohol this much had left the house without touching a single bottle from the collection she had gathered from around the world, it meant she had always intended to come back home.
“Does Ji-soo drink as well?”
“Yes. I drink quite well.”
“Ji-soo unnie is much heavier drinker than me.”
Heavier than Seo-hye?
From what I had seen, Seo-hye could already hold her liquor better than most men.
She said it came from years of training on strong whiskey and gin back in America.
It might also be thanks to the blood she inherited from her American father.
She could probably handle three bottles of soju without breaking a sweat.
And Ji-soo was supposedly even stronger than that?
She must detoxify it all through those enormous breasts of hers…
“Anyway, don’t try to make this into some casual group toast.”
The mood was hardly right for toasting, but when Eun-ho and Ji-soo awkwardly extended their glasses and Seo-hye tried to clink hers against them out of habit, I stopped her.
I wanted to hear what my wife had to say, but I still couldn’t forgive Seo-hye.
“Hmmm… fair enough.”
Seo-hye obediently pulled her glass back, but her expression showed not the slightest hint of intimidation as she tossed the whiskey down her throat alone.
Gulp.
The whiskey’s refined aroma swirled through my mouth, its sharp heat warming my throat before sliding down into my stomach.
Just like the semen I had shot into Ji-soo’s mouth.
“Haa…”
Eun-ho and Ji-soo both emptied their glasses of the potent whiskey in one go and set them down.
Eun-ho’s tolerance was legendary—there was no need to even mention it. She was on a completely different level, the kind of person born with an entirely different liver.
The heat spread warmly through my body while my head grew cool and clear.
Feeling the icy atmosphere thaw just a little, I set my own glass down.
“The chastity belt… it wasn’t uncomfortable?”
“…It was uncomfortable.”
Eun-ho touched her lower belly with a slightly sour expression.
“You really… never took it off even once?”
“I didn’t open it. I promised, didn’t I? That I wouldn’t… until after you had sex with Ji-soo unnie first.”
As she spoke, Eun-ho’s gaze drifted toward Ji-soo’s chest.
Ji-soo’s face flushed faintly—whether from joy or embarrassment, I couldn’t tell.
I suddenly found myself at a loss for words.
“It’s true… I really didn’t intend to go all the way with penetration. Up until just now… I truly meant to stop myself.”
“I understand what you mean… You don’t have to make excuses.”
The unspoken words that followed felt like they were saying, Because I was the one who crossed the line first.
“Then… were you with that man named Seung-woo?”
“I was.”
“Did you sleep with him?”
“I told you I didn’t. I never took off the chastity belt.”
“No, I’m not asking about penetration…”
I meant the kind of things I had done with Ji-soo—sucking, licking, and devouring each other.
Whether she had sucked his cock or serviced him with her naked body in the bathroom.
But those words refused to leave my mouth.
The fact that I, who had claimed I wanted to hold out until the very end without penetration, had already committed so many other betrayals would clearly work against me.
“It’s true we shared a bed. I also… wanted to see for myself whether that man could be a ‘suitable husband.’ But there was no inappropriate touching. Even while living together, he never once made any sexual advances. That sort of thing wasn’t important to me.”
“Then what was important?”
Inside, I let out a sigh of relief that Eun-ho hadn’t gone any further with skinship than that.
“Just… whether he was a man worth sharing a life with. Whether he could be a good father to my child…”
Her words tightened around my heart.
“Whether he was as charming as you, Sung-won.”
My wife and I had been the best of friends.
There couldn’t possibly be a better man than me.
“So? What kind of person was he?”
“He’s a good person. He knows exactly what he wants to do. He’s completely different from you, Sung-won.”
“He knows exactly what he wants to do…”
That was precisely the “Raise the Birth Rate Through Shared Wives” project.
The wild fantasy of producing a documentary about three couples living together simultaneously in order to fundamentally reform marital relationships in Korean society.
And the idea of dragging Eun-ho and me into it—something I had never agreed to.
“Did you agree to that?”
Eun-ho poured herself another glass of Balvenie, downed it in one go, and then spoke.
“I want to agree.”
“You want to?”
“I’d like you to agree with me, Sung-won. This isn’t something a woman joins alone. It requires the couple to participate together.”
What the hell was she talking about?
Even if I didn’t agree, hadn’t she been planning to go ahead anyway, get creampied by those two other men, and get pregnant?
“Nope. This is about three couples doing partner exchange and raising our kids together, so participation is not possible unless you’re a couple.”
So “Shared Wife” was an experiment to see whether three couples could swap partners and raise children together. Without being a couple, you couldn’t participate.
“Of course… if Eun-ho were to remarry, that would be a different story…”
Ji-soo added in a fading voice.
“That… won’t happen, right?”
She kept glancing at me nervously.
I had assumed Eun-ho was completely ignoring my wishes and was ready to go through with divorce if necessary in order to have a child with another man.
But it seemed that wasn’t the premise after all.
“But you already committed adultery with that man named Young-hun. Why would you do something like that without even telling me first?”
“Haa…”
Eun-ho let out a long sigh while Ji-soo clutched her head.
I understood why Eun-ho was reacting that way, but why was Ji-soo?
Ji-soo snatched the Balvenie bottle with her long fingers, filled her glass to the brim with whiskey, and said,
“Seo-hye. You take responsibility and explain.”
Glug glug glug.
Ji-soo filled Seo-hye’s glass to the brim as well.
This resolute attitude from Ji-soo was something I had never seen before.
It carried the dignified weight of a true older sister—uncompromising, like a mother scolding her child.
“…Okay.”
Seo-hye stared down at her glass for a moment, then nodded and clinked it against Ji-soo’s.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
Both of them downed another shot.
“……”
Eun-ho, arms crossed, watched with a slightly dissatisfied expression as the whiskey disappeared at an alarming rate.
Oh well, we can always buy more.
Seo-hye exhaled heavily, her cheeks now faintly flushed, and said,
“Well, sunbae, I am in love with you.”
A sudden love confession?
“…How am I supposed to believe words like that when you’ve done all this?”
“Right, right. But I really did want you, sunbae. I wanted the person called Kim Sung-won.”
“Why on earth do you like me, Seo-hye?”
It felt strangely awkward to speak casually to a woman I had always addressed formally at work as “Ms. Seo-hye.”
…Even when we were committing adultery in Paris, I had used polite speech.
“Sunbae, among all the Korean guys I know, you are the most righteous and…”
Seo-hye poured herself another drink and emptied it again.
“The most… kind person, ever.”
The most righteous and the kindest person.
Eun-ho let out a deep sigh, poured herself another glass, and downed it in one go.
“…Looks like we have the exact same taste in men.”
As she licked the rim of her glass, Eun-ho’s expression looked bitterly resigned.
Seo-hye, who had sucked so many men’s cocks that she became a public figure, suffered workplace harassment on the level of severe bullying, and had to be bailed out by me every time she caused trouble at the company.
Whenever I told Eun-ho those stories, her expression had always been slightly complicated.
That look she gave when she said, “She really is an interesting person,” seemed to carry a hint of anxiety and worry.
“You’re the kind of person who can’t stand to see someone in trouble without helping. Even while pretending not to care, you take on everyone else’s problems as if they were your own…”
Eun-ho covered her face with both hands.
“…That’s exactly why I fell in love with you and married you. So I couldn’t stop Seo-hye from falling for you for the exact same reasons.”
“You should have stopped her. Don’t you have any possessive instincts at all?”
“I do have possessive instincts. The truth is, I don’t want to share you with other women.”
“Then why the hell did you do this?”
Eun-ho’s green eyes stared straight into mine.
“Because you loved Seo-hye, Sung-won.”
“……”
There was one clear fact I could not lie about.
The truth I must not distort.
The fact that I had loved Min Seo-hye.
Beyond simply being office spouses—close colleagues at work—we had shared something like a pseudo-romance, a pseudo-marriage.
That was why, the moment Eun-ho committed adultery, I…
…had run straight to Seo-hye without the slightest hesitation, as if I had been handed a ticket that justified my own infidelity.
“…and I appreciate that.”
And that stunning blonde beauty with those blue eyes had looked at me with such depth and had not rejected me either.
“Sunbae, you know what?”
Seo-hye added with a gentle expression.
“What now?”
“She didn’t really do it.”
She hadn’t actually done it?
Who hadn’t done what?
With a determined look, Seo-hye pointed at Eun-ho.
“Your wife didn’t do it.”
What?
Eun-ho hadn’t done it?
Eun-ho’s face, now on her third glass of whiskey, had turned a soft shade of pink.