Conquering My First Wife-to-Be ♥
Lee Se-ah, age twenty-five.
Degree confirmed, university finished—and straight into an engagement, plus a respectable job at a design firm.
Her diligent, responsible attitude earned praise from everyone around her, and with looks that practically defined pure feminine innocence, men never stopped hitting on her even with a ring on her finger.
Her friends assessed her like this:
"Already engaged? What a waste of that talent and that face."
"With looks like yours, you should've gone into modeling instead of design and lived large, making noise wherever you went."
"Please—please just enjoy yourself more. Marriage only benefits the guy. Don't do it!"
Hundreds, thousands of pieces of advice. Compliments laced with just enough envy and jealousy to leave a bitter aftertaste.
But Lee Se-ah was the type who hated showing off.
Despite being in the prime of her youth, she frequently used the phrase "kids these days," and never touched social media at all.
Her dream since childhood had been to become a bride—build a career, then settle down with a reliable husband and a happy little family. That modest vision was enough for her.
She was a devoted wife-to-be rarer than an endangered natural treasure on the brink of extinction.
If things had continued as they were, she would have lived the stable, uneventful life she wanted.
The problem started when her investments went sideways.
S-seven hundred ninety…?!
In a single week, her stocks had jumped two and a half times.
There had been a stock market boom, and she'd made a tidy profit from it.
She'd gone in with a learning mindset at first, but when she earned two months' salary in an instant, Lee Se-ah—who had zero resistance built up—completely lost her mind.
She immediately increased the portion of her assets poured into stocks and made more easy money. On weekends she and her always-reliable fiancé would chat cozily about the wedding over chicken parties.
When the money is rolling in, human beings stop thinking.
They forget that eventually the bubble will burst completely, down to the last drop.
The KOSPI plummeted three hundred points.
The biotech stock Se-ah had invested in—one that had been briefly hot—had options attached, so the damage was far worse.
But she'd learned about averaging down from lectures, and with loans available, she took an even more aggressive position.
The KOSPI dropped another two hundred points.
A vast blue Pacific of losses stretched before her, but she had no more money to invest.
Convinced this was the real bottom, Lee Se-ah played her trump card—she pulled her fiancé in. They leveraged everything, maxing out every loan to buy more. Fortunately, her fiancé was easily persuaded.
The KOSPI crashed five hundred points.
The news reported that the company she'd invested in was under audit.
The stock was designated a risk-management issue and trading was suspended. Even if it survived, it was already down ninety percent. Her heart rate flatlined—there was no hope left.
"Hic… sob… Mun-seok, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry……"
"I-it's okay… We can just pay it back gradually."
"I'll work at a café on weekends to cover the interest. I'm really… sorry."
"……I'll try my best too."
It was clearly her own mistake, so she took full responsibility.
She resolved never to look at investments again and went back to living diligently, day by day.
But once water is spilled, no amount of regret can put it back.
Despite every effort, the principal and interest on her overdraft account didn't shrink at all.
Conversation vanished from the household they shared, and love turned into bondage.
Her once-proud beauty withered day by day like a cactus shoved into a dark office corner, never seeing the light, and life went beyond harsh—it turned dry and bitter.
While dealing with the café's annoying problem customers, she even wondered whether she should try selling her face—something she hated—if it would actually make money.
After grinding through that hellish daily life, she arrived at this island.
An open blue sea.
A free sandy beach where she could thrash around without anyone scolding her.
And—
"How is it? Nice view, right?"
"……."
"Hmm… not your thing? Should we head back out?"
"Ah, no! I didn't say it was bad."
Seo Junhyuk—the handsome young man who owned this island.
While applying sunscreen, he'd suggested playing at the hotel today, and I'd forced a change of plans.
Not because the direct touch during the sunscreen application had bothered me.
On the contrary—I'd liked it so much that I'd brushed him off the way you resist temptation.
Under the perfect blazing sun, high-end cream applied with soft touches. He'd even added a gentle massage that seemed to iron the fatigue right out of me, and even when I shyly flipped over and stayed on guard, the touches never crossed into blatant groping.
Rather, when he rubbed my thighs, I wanted more. In that generous service where he used his own body without holding anything back, I even felt the delusion of affection—that he truly desired me and was courting me.
I'd hated the handsome, cocky types since my school days.
But Junhyuk was… his first impression had been the worst, that much was true, yet as the angle of observation shifted, he looked more and more different.
I must have misunderstood him.
He's more considerate than I thought.
Does he really like me that much…? I found myself thinking.
I found myself wanting that.
Handsome face, tall, money seemingly overflowing. And if the manners were good too… this was a cheat code handed down by God.
I didn't want to do the worst possible thing while I still had a fiancé, but the overall gap was so enormous I couldn't help it.
I didn't want to compare—but he made comparison inevitable, didn't he?
"J-Junhyuk, that's enough. I'm in a weird state today. You went out of your way to hang out with me… sorry."
In the end, with my head a complete mess, I wasted the day only at the hotel and fled quickly to my room in the evening.
The room assigned to me was simply Room 201, close to the first-floor lounge, and when I hurriedly got off the elevator on the second floor, Junhyuk followed behind with a sly grin.
"Let's go together."
"I-I said I'm fine! I must be a bit tired from walking around. I'll feel better after resting."
"Aww~ come on, let's go together."
When I firmly insisted there was no need to worry, he followed anyway, saying I might be sick.
Thud.
In the end we entered together, and the door slowly closed.
"……."
"……."
Suffocating silence reigned.
Whether the building was that well-made or simply because there were no people around, the soundproofing was absolute.
Since casual wear on this island meant a simple swimsuit, we stood half-naked in a daze at the entrance as if by mutual agreement.
Slick…♥
Ah…♥
The one who made the first move was Junhyuk.
Now thoroughly practiced at it, he casually wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
When my body tensed and trembled on its own as if it had jumped the gun, Junhyuk checked my state and smiled gently.
"Ah…!"
With how strong he was, he easily grabbed my thighs and scooped me up.
He walked straight to the bed and set me down lightly.
No… as expected, this is that kind of atmosphere, right…?
Riding the suddenly shifted current, the scent of a fully grown male radiating from this younger man filled the air.
I got drunk on that strong body odor I could no longer refuse.
"Alright,"
……♥
Soon he tossed off his white shirt, revealing magnificent abs.
I'd already known from seeing him in a swimsuit, but the kid had a great body too.
I can't… I really can't…….
Fidget, fidget♥
I'll admit it.
I'd forced my eyes back to reality, but my body had already given in long ago.
The life motto I'd lived by and what remained of my reason were still holding on, but they couldn't dare stop this flow.
Coming on so slowly all this time, then suddenly closing in… it's a real cheat code…♥
Looking back, everything had been in Junhyuk's hands.
From day one, I'd been caught in the net, flopping around.
That leisurely smile saying there was no point in resisting was annoying and handsome at the same time—which felt good.
Just once. I've held out, so just once….
You always realize too late.
As much as daily life had suppressed me, instinct came bursting out in full.
Throb!
"!?"
Even something else came bursting out in full.
A man's thing, standing tall.
Veins so thick they looked vicious… and a massive cock. It was so shocking I instinctively covered my lips.
"Th-that can't be real?!"
"Ah, sorry. I didn't want to kill the mood… it is a bit big, huh?"
I don't have much experience with men, but I've never seen something that ridiculously sized.
It's hard to compare and describe the size of that place, but if even that is big…!
Stop, please… please…♥
I can't go any further.
My body… my genes have already chosen.
They're urging me to pick this fresher male—superior to my fiancé, younger and more capable—right now.
I couldn't stop.
I'd become unable to stop.
After rubbing my noona's fair skin all day like polishing a magic lamp, the signal finally came.
Se-ah noona's voluptuous body lying on the bed.
Whether it was thanks to the time spent conquering her, or the first-love bonus, admiring that well-sculpted curvy figure hit twice as hard.
"Use a… condom."
Words squeezed out from those pink lips as if wringing the guilt of cheating right out of them.
A condom, huh……
"Of course."
I was disappointed after hearing that, but shrugged.
A condom is just a nuisance halfway through. There'll always be a chance to take it off. The important point is this one-way flow continuing straight ahead.
More than that, my eyes swept over the body God had sculpted so well.
Those thin lips panting as she covered her face, already excited for the coming celebration. When I removed the pareo fabric, bare skin breathing beneath the thin bikini. A slender waist, plump thighs, and pretty wings blooming between the thighs of my first love that I'd only ever imagined.
Fuck… this is the real feast.
Naturally, I hadn't used any despicable means like drugs to get this far.
I'd simply catered to every whim of this female.
An atmosphere free of stress where she could be completely free. Pleasant daily life and enough time to coldly choose for herself.
This was a victory of patience.
Plus a fucking ton of money.
"Ah, I'll take this off."
"……."
I removed the cheap-looking gold ring.
While I was at it, I snapped a photo and uploaded it.
Then I tossed everything aside and tore open a condom in my size that I'd stocked in every drawer of the room.
Even the largest size only barely stretched to two-thirds, but contraception would be solid.
"Well then, noona—excuse me for a moment."
"……♥"
She said nothing.
She just covered her face as much as possible to lessen the guilt.
Grin.
Above that, I waved the massive meat rod she was about to receive for the first time, and first covered the female with my shadow.
"Pick up. Pick up the phone…!"
I knew it was useless, but I kept trying to call.
My overactive human imagination tormented me so badly I couldn't stay still.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck!"
Crack!
After thirty-seven call attempts, I finally hurled the phone at the wall.
I grabbed fistfuls of hair at my temples and sat on the floor in despair.
It was a huge mistake.
I'd been blinded by a grinding life and massive debt.
To be honest, I'd also resented her.
I'd cursed Se-ah thousands of times inside, blaming her entirely for our daily life collapsing.
But even though Se-ah had recommended the stock investment, I'd participated because it looked promising to me too.
Se-ah herself was suffering over her mistake, and yet her fiancé had used her as an emotional punching bag instead of lightening the load.
I'd been small-minded.
Moreover, it suddenly hit me that I'd forgotten how miraculously I'd gotten to date Se-ah in the first place.
I'd forgotten the precious memory of how she'd approached me—the guy who'd been hanging around the café with ulterior motives after being rejected by all the university guys who hit on her—saying I seemed diligent and likeable.
Only now did the past surface: how she'd steadfastly believed in me even when her friends said she was too good for me and looked down on me.
"!"
Just as I was about to dissolve into tears over the memories, a notification sound rang.
I frantically picked up the phone I'd thrown. The screen was shattered to pieces, but it still worked.
I passed the fingerprint authentication, and when I checked the newly arrived photo with trembling hands—
"…………………………………………………………………………"
Without a word, I sat clutching the phone for hours.
My heart shattered far more thoroughly than the cracked screen.