Chapter 40
Chapter 40
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: Hey Bitch!!!! Were You Pretending to Sleep and Sneakily Trying to Touch My Dick?!!!!!!!
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It was a life like a sparkling jewel.
Born with a fate where she could obtain pretty much anything she wanted from the moment she drew her first breath.
Everyone envied Seol Harin,
coveted her,
and lived a life bathed in attention worthy of jealousy.
But she herself wasn't happy.
She couldn't quite call it unhappy, but waves of anxiety always lapped right up to her chin.
Because there was nowhere—no one—for her to lean on.
To such a girl as her,
a calm and generous sea had finally arrived.
That sea's name was Kim Taeyang.
A man who treated her like a brood sow.
But deep down, a man who cared for her more than anyone else.
‘That huge back I saw when he saved me... I want to be carried on it again...’
He had saved her.
Gifted her a new life and true peace.
She wanted to repay him,
and had been eagerly awaiting the right moment.
“Hey, brood sow. I'm heading out for a bit with this glasses nerd, so get yourself home.”
“How long till you're back?”
“Hah? It'll take a while, so don't wait around—scram!”
“Got it!”
That was what she said, but of course, she had zero intention of leaving.
‘Chance! Time to prepare a surprise...!’
Clean the house spotless, whip up a heartfelt meal loaded with care, and break out some premium wine.
Share a blissful evening with her returning master—that was the surprise she had in mind.
Calling it a ‘surprise’ felt a bit plain, but she wasn't used to making others happy.
To Seol Harin, this qualified as a full-blown ‘major operation.’
*Tighten.*
She cinched the apron strings tight.
Headscarf and rubber gloves on, she dove into a deep clean of every nook and cranny.
Dusting and vacuuming were just the basics.
She even got on all fours, ass up, scrubbing the floors by hand...!
“Woof?”
Pomi, watching it all, was utterly dumbfounded by the sheer dedication.
No surprise there—she'd never seen the girl clean this hard before.
“Pomi really sheds a ton of fur... Good thing the master's not allergic.”
She meticulously rolled up every last strand from the sofa and bed with a lint roller.
“Pomi, you're looking kinda grubby... Bath time.”
“Woof...?!”
Pomi bolted in terror at the word ‘bath.’
But there was no escaping her former owner's grasp.
“Gotta get clean so the master will love on you, right?”
She poured a full hour into Pomi's bath.
Seol Harin emerged from the bathroom limp as seaweed.
“Haa... Keep this up and I'll lose muscle mass...”
She usually tidied the home gym or ran a quick vacuum, but a full-on deep clean like this? First time.
‘Still, hang in there. Gotta finish before master gets back.’
Seol Harin rallied, bagged up the trash piles, and scrubbed the kitchen sink gleaming.
“Urp...!”
Dealing with the food waste triggered an involuntary gag.
She wasn't used to filth and stench like this.
Hated it so much she barely ate in her dorm to avoid it.
Still, she powered through.
‘To be a good wife and wise mother, I gotta handle this much...’
Don't men prefer proper, demure women?
Her life had been worlds away from housework, but she was determined to adapt from here on out.
Cleaning done, time for cooking.
Chicken breast steak—she had that down pat now.
She plated it fancier than usual and set it on the table.
Even uncorked an ultra-premium French wine from home.
‘Perfect...!’
Now just wait for Kim Taeyang to return.
But.
*Tick tock...*
No sign of him coming back.
Messages? Crickets.
Calls? Straight to voicemail.
‘Is something wrong...?’
Worry gnawed at her.
He usually replied right away.
Was he tied up in something too hectic to respond?
As dread crept in, one woman's face naturally surfaced.
‘No way, sis...?!’
Seol Ha-jung.
The sister who'd stolen everything from her.
She'd go after Kim Taeyang too—no question.
Twenty years of precedent.
‘Can't let that happen...!’
Unable to sit still any longer, Seol Harin set out to track down Kim Taeyang.
And the Kim Taeyang she found...
“You. So that's where you were... having yourself a fine time, were you...?”
Surrounded by a pack of women he'd hunted down.
‘Phew... relief.’
She was pissed, sure—but first, a sigh of relief.
A fling was worlds better than her sister's claws sinking in.
Truth be told, she had no plans to meddle in his fun.
Seol Harin was just a brood sow, after all.
No standing to boss the master around during playtime, right?
Of course, become his wife and that changes everything... but that's a tale for another day.
But.
Something felt off about Kim Taeyang's vibe.
“Hey. It's a misunderstanding.”
‘Why's he denying it so desperately? Watching my reaction...?’
Seol Harin, chaebol heiress.
A woman schooled in wielding power.
His face and tone weren't drastically different, but she caught the subtle tells.
‘Snagged a weakness by accident... Score.’
No way she'd let an opening like this slip.
“I'll buy the misunderstanding, so I'm crashing at your place tonight.”
“?”
Negotiation tactics.
Skills her father drilled into her to mold a top-tier CEO.
Like father, like daughter?
She was wielding her inherited arsenal at 200% capacity.
‘Tonight...! I'll become his bride......!!’
Not for CEO supremacy, but bridal perfection...!
*
Back at the dorm with Seol Harin.
Something felt weird, so I scoped the place—what do you know.
The house was insanely spotless...!
“Hey! What the hell? Place looks brand new, like it's never been touched! Feels like it's back in virgin territory?!”
“No big deal, just cleaned 'cause I was bored. Cleaning's my hobby.”
“Where you get that bullshit?! A chaebol brood sow into cleaning?!!”
“It's true? I'm a perfectionist—always been a neat freak.”
No shit—she'd even emptied all the trash.
Food waste gone, fridge organized.
Hell, the sink was sparkling.
This was kinda touching...?
“Kekeke. Killer kitchen view. Figured a pampered rich bitch like you couldn't handle this, but color me surprised. Didn't peg you for scrubbing the drain that deep.”
“What's the fuss? Just a drain.”
“Hah? It's fucking gross! Weather's warming up—smells worse!”
“Not to me. Been doing it forever since I was little.”
“You cleaned drains as a kid?”
“Think chaebol kids skip training? Don't assume some pampered princess. My life skills crush most solo dwellers.”
“......”
Harin-ah...
Don't bullshit me...
I know from the event scenes...
You grew up without a drop of water on your hands...!
Mouth itched to roast her, but I held back.
No point ragging on her after all this effort.
A princess going this hard? Straight-up touching.
“Quit gawking and eat. Got good wine too.”
“Whoa~ Corner store special?”
“Nah, from home.”
“Hey, ain't that too fancy to share?”
“Not really pricey. No need to stress.”
Current time: 12:30 a.m.
We scarfed midnight snacks while elegantly sipping wine.
Come to think, first time boozing with Seol Harin.
Meant to set something up someday—perfect timing.
Cozy twosome like this? Never crossed my mind...
“How'd it go with glasses senior?”
“Smooth. Tormented him all day, now he knows his lane. Guy's got his own flair, y'know?”
“Glasses senior does have that smart vibe.”
“Hey. No hyping other dudes in front of me.”
“You brought him up first—don't play heavy now. Got your patterns all mapped.”
“......”
Suspiciously fluent in Kim Taeyang-speak, this girl.
At this point, you're into it too, right...?
“What'd you do with those girls earlier?”
“Nothing much. Just bait to school glasses nerd on hunting.”
“Figures. Words aside, you're not that into girls.”
“Hah? How you so sure?”
“You leave a girl like me untouched—obvious. Those chicks? Leagues below. Zero threat.”
“Hey! Cocky much?!”
“Only you?”
“Kekeke. That's my brood sow.”
Booze hit nice, mood lifted.
Me laughing more, her too—grins everywhere.
Right after possession, booze topped my danger list.
Chug mindlessly, lock eyes with heroine,
or Seol Harin staggers bathroom-bound, fakes dizzy lean—trouble.
“Ah... Dizzy... Sorry.”
But booze? Zero threat to me.
Kim Taeyang packs a mystic trick.
“Hngh...!!!!!”
Tense every muscle hard! Breathe.
Like whipping organs into line...!
Hey! No slacking—work, you bastards!!
Liver jolts, nukes the alcohol in seconds!!
Sounds badass, but it's for sobering up drunk lolis... kinda lame...
“Hey, brood sow! Careful!!”
“...You're stone-cold sober?”
“Duh?! This puny wine bottle? Pfft!!”
“Tch... I'll wash up first.”
Staggering Seol Harin? Walks steady as a plot twist finale to the bathroom.
Scary chick...
Emerges with damp hair, t-shirt and dolphin pants.
“No makeup remover? Skin'll rot??”
“N-No, it's bare-faced?!”
Anyone with eyes knows it's not.
Whatever, her call.
*Shhhh...*
Under the shower, pondering.
How to defuse this horny girl?
Hands-only sleep? She game?
Stonewall her advances, she'll sulk hard...
Threaten instead?
Sex after 3x700 squats?
What if she crushes it...?
Not even eyeing Pomi freedom...
Craves top brood sow spot...
Emancipation threats? Useless...
Finally dawned on me.
‘Seol Harin is invincible......!!!!!!’
No leverage left on this girl!
Peak danger zone...!
Maybe...
Time to deploy ‘that’ tonight...
“Hey, brood sow. Just to confirm—you're really just sleeping...?”
Stepped into the bedroom.
“......”
Shrimp-curled, snoring softly.
All-day cleaning, cooking... exhaustion makes sense.
Relief, but kinda deflating...
*Rustle-*
Slid into bed carefully, no wake-up.
Bed huge—plenty room for two, like she said.
Still, heart racing.
‘Sharing a blanket with the brood sow...!’
One-on-one with a girl under covers.
Riling beyond imagination.
*Stiff...! Stiff...!!*
Dick went nuclear.
30cm-plus monster—pants trapping it, can't stand straight.
Uncomfy. Painful...
“Urk...”
Groan-level...!
What now?!!
Can't strip naked!!
Why no erection control?!!
Organs obey booze zap but not this?!!
Situation tanking.
“Mm... Scary...”
Sleep-talking kicked in.
Nightmare? Squirming right into me.
Pleasant shampoo tickled my nose.
Close contact: cozy-hot warmth radiating.
“Mm... Don't gooo......”
Layered peaks.
Seol Harin hugs me tight.
Defenseless curves pressed in.
Soft tits squish my hard frame, springy pride.
This lewd brood sow!
What dream's got her like this...?!!
And then.
Un-fucking-believable sound.
*Pop-*
‘Pop?’
Seam-burst vibe.
Lower body sensation confirmed it.
Clothes ripping.
*Riiiip-!!!!!!*
‘Dick shredded panty and pants!!! What kinda erection power is this?!!!!’
Unreal virility—even I was shocked...!!
Beat Vice Head Shin Hye-won with this beast?!!
Nearly committed murder?!!!
Sorry, Vice Head!!!!
“Mm... Banana...”
“?”
“Mm... Want banana......”
Sudden banana where?!
She faking sleep?
Yup.
Seol Harin's hand gropes downward.
Finally, fingers meet my giant banana.
*Twitch.*
Her hand hesitates.
“Mm... Ba, banana... Bigger than I thought... Surprised...”
Fuck.
This slutty sow...?!!
“Hey Bitch!!!! Pretending to sleep while slyly groping my dick?!!!!!!!”
“I-I-I was sleeping!!”
“Liars don't stutter!!!!!!”
We both shot upright.
Argument? Inevitable.
“After I went this far, you should've manned up!!”
“Said sleep together—when'd I greenlight dog-fucking?!!!”
Her face pales in shock.
Cracks like shattered glass—*crack-*
“You... gay or something?”
“Hey!!! I fucking hate fags!!!!!”
“Phew. Thank god... Then let's do it!!!”
Seol Harin lunges.
Blanket tug-of-war erupts—her yanking, me blocking.
“Playing dirty!!”
“Hey! You handing me your dick?!!”
Full body weight on the blanket pull.
*Riiiip!*
Two heroes' strength? Blanket shreds.
Pinned dick springs free—
*Bam!!!*
Dick-punches Seol Harin straight!
She topples backward, crashes off the bed.
“Urk...! No need to hit!!”
“Hey. Wasn't me.”
“?”
No helping it now...
I stand over her, unleashing the monster.
“Ah...”
Huge shadow drapes her face.
“My dick did it.”
“......!”
If that's what you want, I'll ram it home.
Dunno if you can handle it, bitch...!!