Conquering My First Wife-to-Be ♥
“Woooow…”
A sky clear of fine dust three hundred sixty-five days a year. An emerald horizon. Heat that warmed the ground just enough. The private island that bore my name—Junhyuk Island—was perfect as always.
The hotel rose like a massive white pebble, its curves still a pleasure to look at no matter how many times I saw them, and the surrounding amusements were so abundant that I felt like a newborn child dazzled by the world, torn over what to do first.
Coming here from the crowded streets of Seoul always felt like arriving in heaven. And that feeling wasn’t mine alone—the proof was written all over Noona Se-ah’s face, every wrinkle smoothed flat with wonder.
I snapped a commemorative photo of her from behind, then stepped up beside her with a sly grin. Se-ah flushed, embarrassed by the gasp that had slipped out of her unbidden, and tugged her straw hat down to hide her eyes.
“…What? Got a problem?”
“Not at all. I’m just happy as a host that you’re enjoying yourself.”
On the plane she’d ignored every attempt at conversation and sniped at me the whole way—she’d probably planned not to speak to me for the entire week—but one look at the view and she’d crumbled. Then again, who could blame her? This was scenery on a national-treasure scale. I’d poured money into a barren island until it became a paradise on earth.
“I can’t believe a place like this even exists… Are there no tourists? The weather’s this good—is it not peak season yet?”
“We don’t take tourists. It’s my private island, after all.”
“Are you serious…?”
Immigration had taken longer than expected because noona was an ordinary citizen. Normally I would have hopped on a private jet and been here in under two hours, but we’d had to land at the city-state’s international airport and transfer, which ate up a lot of time. Since this was only a free trial and she hadn’t signed the contract yet, I couldn’t just snap my fingers and get her permanent residency either. Nothing to be done about it.
Se-ah edged a little closer. Now that we’d actually arrived, I was the only person she could lean on—she didn’t have much choice.
“What are you…? Now that I’m looking at all this, are you some chairman’s secret son? An oil tycoon?”
“The simplest way to put it—you know those lottery tickets in America that pay out insane amounts of money?”
“The Super Bowl?! You won the Super Bowl lottery?!”
“Something like that. Easiest to just think I got lucky.
“Ah—there are no tourists, but there are staff. You need people to keep a place like this running. They’re all women, though, so you can relax.”
“….”
She looked stunned by the scale of it all, but I was genuinely unfazed. After two years of playing SimCity with this place to my heart’s content, it had simply become everyday life. Everyday life that happened to be blissfully happy.
“Alright then!”
“Waaah?!”
I grabbed noona’s hand. The annoying suitcase got dumped on the asphalt as I pulled her out onto the sand and sprinted straight for the water.
“Hey, wait! Who said you could just grab me like that?!”
“If you’re going to complain about a little hand-holding, you shouldn’t have been working café jobs!”
“Wait! Why are we going in the ocean— Kyaaaaaaah!”
Still in our street clothes, we charged headlong into the sea. The cool water soaked her right up to the tips of her ponytail.
“Upuhpuhpuh…!”
Noona stood there dripping like a freshly harvested strand of seaweed, a water ghost from head to toe, seawater lapping at her waist. She spat out a little of what she’d swallowed, and I grinned at her.
“Refreshing, right?”
“…Is that really what you say after dunking someone?”
“You can’t pull this kind of crazy stunt in Seoul, not with all those eyes watching. The second you saw that clear blue water, didn’t you want to just charge right in?”
That was the first dumb thing I’d done when I first arrived here. In the early days I’d done it constantly, then stopped—but every now and then, when I wanted to recapture that beginner’s spirit, it was the perfect bit of nonsense.
“….”
Noona listened, then stood there in her soaked clothes and let herself feel it for a moment. She looked up at the sky, scooped emerald water into both hands, and the furrow between her brows smoothed completely open.
“You’re right. In Seoul… you’d never feel this free.”
“Right?”
Forgetting she was wet, noona drifted with the waves and savored the freedom of it. It was as if all that discarded personality of hers had only ever been the fault of a hard life—she was loosening up. The initiation felt like a success, and I was proud of myself.
“Ugh… I’m soaked.”
In the end, what we’d done was pure nonsense, so we decided to change into swimsuits. Dripping water and tracking wet sand from our shoes, we headed straight into the nearby hotel. Noona looked mortified walking into a spotless lobby looking like a disaster, but I reassured her—it was mine, so there was no problem at all.
I went with a simple square-cut trunk style. Noona, on the other hand—
“What’s this? I recommended a bikini…”
Of all the swimsuits available, she’d stubbornly chosen a high-leg. And not even a slip style that showed a hint of hip—a conservative, competition-swimmer cut that covered everything.
“…It’s too obvious.”
“What is?”
“You’d look at me with those dirty eyes. This is a bet with money on the line.”
“I think you’re misreading the bet. Whatever we do here, I win the moment you go back to Korea in a week. The only condition is that you hang out with me of your own free will.”
“Shut up! You think I don’t see through that little scheme—chipping away at me like you’re stealing a sandcastle? I’m not falling for it!”
She was cracking the whip on herself, scolding the part of her that had loosened up after the ocean dunk. Aww, I just want to nibble that attitude right off her. ♥
Adorable. To my eyes she looked like a kitten spitting and arching its back, and it was nothing but cute. She wasn’t some pretty shard of glass left behind in memory—she was real, and that made it even more thrilling.
“Fine, have it your way. But my first guest is finally here, and my head is packed full of plans.”
“…What are we doing?”
She sniped, but she was already restless, looking around the island like she had more things she wanted to try than she could count. The cruise dock was close to the hotel, so I asked.
“Have you ever ridden a motorboat?”
“!”
Wheeeeeeeeee!
“Whoa—it’s so, so fast!”
“How about it? Want to cut straight across the horizon to the dolphin spot?”
“D-Dolphins come out too?!”
“Just kidding. They do exist, but you need the cruise to get out far enough.”
“Hey! Are you messing with—”
“Hold on tight. We’re going for real!”
“Kyah! Kyaaaaaaah!”
We took the motorboat out together right away. Cool wind splitting around us, we circled the island again and again. The louder the screams from behind as she clung on, the more excited I got, and the harder I gunned the engine.
“This is real lobster…!”
“First time?”
She pouted, lips pushing out like a duck’s bill.
“Don’t treat me like some country bumpkin… It’s just because it’s huge. …And with how broke I’ve been, I’ve never really eaten proper food.”
“It’s cheaper than you’d think. I used to think seafood was expensive too, but out here it’s so common that everything’s dirt cheap.”
“You’re telling me a whole spread of ocean delicacies is cheap…?”
“I don’t manage it myself so I don’t know the details, but cost-wise the whole thing probably comes to under ten thousand won.”
“…Holy crap.”
We ate seafood steamed on banana leaves with our bare hands.
“There’s even farmland on this island?”
“I figured a garden would be nice instead of going too over-the-top with genres. Oh—want to drive? I don’t know the name, but it’s a sports car of some kind.”
“I’m a terrible driver. I get into fender-benders all the time…”
“See any asphalt? This is the only moving car around, so safety isn’t an issue.”
“Then… just a little.”
Top down, swimsuits on, we went for a drive. Time flew by like an arrow.
Before long the sunset faded and night arrived.
“Noona, it’s already night.”
“Is it? …Thanks. I’m going to head to my room and—”
“Hold on. At night, we’ve got to do that.”
“…That?”
She fussed with the coat she’d thrown over her swimsuit, ready to bolt at any second. I caught her by those slender shoulders and smiled.
“We’ve got to watch Netflix together.”
“…Huh?”
Ah, Netflix at night—I can’t resist that~
I took Noona Se-ah to the hotel theater and we put on a Netflix special. That was how the first day ended.
I appointed myself guide for the still-skittish noona and showed her around everywhere. The second day followed a similar pattern. Even a full week wasn’t enough to enjoy everything—this island was stuffed full of dreams like a theme park—so I took my first guest on a leisurely full tour, showing off every corner with relish.
We cast lines from a cruise ship, flew a light aircraft over the whole island, and ate dinner at the top of the hotel.
And so the morning of the third day dawned.
“Mmm! Sleep well?”
Under the blazing sun, Noona Se-ah’s skin had grown healthy enough to look like she’d rolled back into her teens. Lips flushed with vitality, footsteps that approached without a trace of wariness. Back at the café she’d had the slightly sickly pallor of a work-worn hen, but now the blood was flowing so well she looked plump and glowing.
And more than anything—
“Oh! You’re wearing the bikini I recommended today?”
“Ah! I-It’s just because those other swimsuits were so stuffy and boring! It’s not for you or anything…”
Embarrassed, she half-hid the deep cleavage spilling over. She’d put on the bikini I’d recommended. What that symbolized, I didn’t think needed spelling out.
A deep blue that matched the Se-ah of my memories perfectly. The coverage was pretty daring, but the pareo style—fabric wrapped over the swimsuit—suited the island atmosphere just right.
“Noona, drop the act. It really looks amazing on you.”
“…Thanks.”
“You should’ve been walking runways instead of studying design. Korea lost a model talent.”
“E-Enough already! …Where are we going today?”
The moment I started singing her praises she cut me off, prim and sharp. Drunk on the resort, she seemed to have forgotten both the bet and the billion won—Noona Se-ah was brimming with anticipation for today’s itinerary. I hummed to myself, thinking she was finally starting to enjoy this for real, then caught a glimpse of her profile.
“Hold on—noona, sunscreen?”
“Ah… This is my first time wearing a swimsuit like this, so I got so busy figuring out how to put it on that I forgot. Wait a sec. I’ll go back to the room and put some on.”
“Hang on. Don’t bother—there’s a whole pile of it by the outdoor sunbeds. Let’s go there.”
“Huh?”
“I’ll rub it in for you, every last spot. Come on.”
“…! W-Wait… You don’t have to go that far—”
“You’re in a bikini now, so there’s a lot more skin exposed. Don’t underestimate direct sunlight~”
I tugged her by the wrist. There was a flash of resistance in the force of it, but Noona Se-ah didn’t pull away any further. A young male leading the way with confidence, and the female—unable to quite refuse—falling into step behind him, meek and obedient.
Shall we start warming up the body? ♬
This was the beginning.
For three full days I’d kept a careful, safe distance until every last bit of her tension had melted away. By deliberately holding back, the sweet fruit of patience had ripened all on its own.
Like handling a skittish cat, I hadn’t rushed in. I’d waited until she felt safe. Cleared up the misunderstandings from our first impression, let her adapt to the environment, healed her body and mind until she was stable—and only then did the hunt begin.
I’d shown her every quality a male could be measured by, and filled her belly to the brim. I’d given a well-ripened female more than enough time to start responding to a vigorous male’s pheromones.
Slurp. ♥
All that remained was simple.
Take the perfectly cooked female and enjoy every delicious bite. ♥
In the end, I took time off work too.
That billion won kept circling in my head, so I pulled five days of leave early.
……No. That wasn’t the whole truth.
Honestly, it wasn’t just the billion.
Those photos that kept going up on Fuckstagram—the ones of that suspiciously loaded bastard. They scraped at something in me. No—they scraped it raw, out in the open.
Every time they moved through the schedule, he posted a photo like a diary entry. The faces were always cropped out—careful to avoid anything that could cause real trouble—but every single shot was loaded with meaning.
Compositions I would have scrolled past without a second thought, normally. But knowing exactly who those faceless figures from the neck up were made me keep opening them.
This bastard. His hands keep climbing higher!
And the heat level of the photos was clearly rising too.
At first, a hand on her shoulder. Running hand-in-hand toward the beach. An arm around her shoulders, as if by accident, as if protecting her.
I hadn’t thought it through. This kind of approach—this way of leaving a trail—was something I’d never even considered, so I couldn’t even protest, and it was driving me insane.
What made me angrier was the woman’s body language.
At first, the way she pulled away like she was uncomfortable. Within half a day, shoulders that had gone loose and soft. By the next day, under the cropped half of her face, even a smiling cheek had been caught on camera.
A body that had been rigid on day one had dropped its guard completely by day two, and by day three… even the swimsuit had boldly switched to a bikini.
Damn it. Damn it damn it damn it!
My chest was burning. I had never—never—imagined a situation like this. A greasy, filthy feeling I’d never experienced in my life, a mix of disgust and arousal, was clawing through my brain and wouldn’t let go, so all I could do was wait for the next photo.
And so, evening in Korea—three hours behind that city-state, so right around the time night was getting deep over there—another photo went up.
My eyes went bloodshot.
I wished I’d misread it. I wished someone would just stab me in the eyeball.
In the dark of a hotel room, a rough male hand was sliding an engagement ring off a finger.