[Mobius Strip of Obsession]
He didn't intend to make it easy. Was it because Eunbyul wasn't pretty? No, honestly, if you set aside the age factor and judged objectively, Eunbyul was even prettier than Jia. Maybe it was because she was younger. Her voice and the sounds she made felt novel, which piqued his curiosity. And the same went for their fashion.
Jia was quite good at dressing herself. She had an excellent sense of style. However... while she used to dress like a college student during her previous career, once she started living in his house after the divorce, she began buying clothes that were subtly erotic—the kind a married woman might wear. Yes, those long dresses that could be called mrs-look. But Eunbyul, at the office, strictly adhered to a non-transparent white blouse paired with a single black blazer jacket. Occasionally, when she visited his home or they met privately outside, she would utilize that college-student look. Since he wasn't yet accustomed to that sultry fashion, he found himself more drawn to Eunbyul.
Still...
"Is there something lacking in me? My breasts might be smaller than hers, but there isn't a huge difference..."
"Hey. Think about it."
She had lived twenty-eight years of her life as a pure romance protagonist, and suddenly, she was thrust into a love triangle. It might be fun in one's imagination, but who wouldn't fall into total chaos the moment it became reality? And as for the divorce—were they really just strangers in the eyes of the law? Was it just his imagination that they felt more intimate now than when they were actually married?
"I get it. You're a really expensive person, Senior."
"Yeah. Did you only just realize I'm expensive?"
"You used to treat me like some incredible talent, talking about ISG this and that."
"That was when we were working. Person to person... and besides, that doesn't mean I think you're worthless."
After dropping her off at her place, he returned to his own. He knew well that her father was the Chairman of Seongjeong, but he hadn't yet gone to visit him personally to pay his respects. Honestly, he was terrified. There hadn't been any special news from Seongjeong yet, but he feared that the moment he visited their home, thinking it would be fine, he’d get hit in the head with a bowl or an ashtray—
"I asked you to hire her as a secretary because I wanted you to teach her well, but a divorced bastard like you is eyeing my daughter? What? You did what to her body?"
Eunbyul might have said something like that. Whatever it was, he didn't particularly like the thought of it. ...But seeing as there had been no news yet, it seemed Eunbyul wasn't exactly loose-lipped. Then again, she was working hard at the office without showing a single sign of anything.
"Ah, you're here?"
"...Yeah."
"Give me your coat. I'll hang it up."
Hmm...
"..."
"You know what I'm going to say, right?"
"I wasn't the one who suggested it first."
"I'm not going to say anything. We're divorced, after all. ...But, ugh..."
Ah, if there was one thing he hadn't mentioned, it was that Jia's obsession had intensified. Her history of transformation went like this: first, she left coolly, claiming she would walk her own path after the divorce; then, within a few months, she was sobbing and begging him over and over; after that, she treated him like a master, taking charge of his sexual needs as a maid. But after Eunbyul arrived, she fought with her, then had conversations, reflected on herself sincerely, conveyed the words that had piled up deep in her heart, and kept changing herself. Naturally, in a good way. She reported everything, encouraged him, and all their conversations became free of pretense or exaggeration...
....No, it seemed she had developed a different kind of exaggeration.
"Just make a simple dinner. I'm under a lot of stress... I don't really have much of an appetite."
"Understood. I'll make something simple, Korean-style. ...But,"
"..."
"Just leave one set of clothes in the car. This apple scent is really... repulsive. It makes me so... annoyed."
Jia had opened up to him about the problems she used to suffer through alone, and she had realized that such acts could be a means to relieve her stress and a way to find solutions. It was different from the past, where she thought her troubles wouldn't be solved even if she confessed them to him—the only daughter at her parents' home, the wife who had to be more mature than her husband in their newlywed home, and even as a spouse, a man who was a year younger and like a younger brother. Because of this, when Jia was happy, she expressed why she was happy, and the habit of saying everything was "bothersome" had long since disappeared. If she was busy, she would occasionally vent about what she was busy with, and if she was bored, she would sometimes pester him, asking if they could play together.
Yes. If it had stopped there, he wouldn't call it an intense obsession.
"...Are you angry?"
"No. ...Yes, I am angry."
"Why?"
"Because none of this would have happened if you hadn't asked for a divorce. It's annoying. Really. How did you even seduce Eunbyul..."
"..."
"Since it takes 25 minutes by car from the office to the house, I expected you to be standing in front of the front door by 6:35 at the latest. So I sat on the sofa and waited... and since you didn't come, I think I know why you were late. Even so, I thought it wouldn't be that, but it's annoying. Ah... I like it too, getting my breasts caressed feels so good..."
"...Then you can have your turn later, to be fair,"
Ah, I've lost my mind. It started going wrong from this point. What "fair," anyway?
"I know it's not my place to permit or forbid this, but I keep thinking about the fact that I accepted Eunbyul's proposal, and it makes me even angrier. I can't say anything... and I'm not in a position to say anything... Ha, seriously, Eunbyul... she must have been dying of happiness again."
Yes. It seemed so... he couldn't say that out loud.
"....Did you do it at the office too?"
"...? Ah, no. I didn't. I only work at the office..."
"Don't lie. Be honest."
"It's true. If you keep doubting me, I'll..."
Yes. Jia, who had started expressing her emotions actively, had become quite intense in her obsession like this. Until now, she would just stiffen her expression, fix him with a cold gaze, and say, "I will definitely find that whore who’s about to expire and do this to her..." without explaining the context. Now, she was subtly pressuring him by pouring out all that "context" as if talking to herself.
"It can't be helped. It's an agreement I made with Eunbyul, and I have to keep my promise. Yes. I did think she wasn't the type of person you could gain anything from by provoking her for no reason. ...I wasn't scared, though. Yes. That method will be good."
"....Wait a second."
"Mr. Suhyun."
Usually, when talking to him, she called him Master, and when having serious conversations, she called him Suhyun-i, Suhyun-ah, or Suhyun. But when she was surrounded by the three madnesses of jealousy, obsession, and anger, she became a woman who called him Mr. Suhyun. He sensed the danger instinctively.
"Stay still. I'm getting angry."
"....Mr. Suhyun, you'll have to let yourself be tied up obediently. For... about a day?"
"What do you mean tie me up, why tie a person up, what am I—"
"Meju (fermented soybean block)."
The image of a meju block floated in his mind. Then,
"HEY!!!!!"
"Tying a person with a rope doesn't actually cause wounds or pain. It's just a little... just a little suffocating. Mr. Suhyun, so you'll have to stay tied up quietly. Yes, meju sounds good."
"This isn't the atmosphere for jokes, what do you mean quietly. When you call me Master, you..."
"So you're hoping to be tied to the ceiling. I understand. If you don't go to the office for a day... yes, you won't have to run into that woman. Spending the whole day with me..."
I'm a madman for trying to have a conversation with this bitch. Yes. I... I've lost my mind.
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"Ha... fuck, my life really...."
Yes. We rolled around again. While completely sober. The problem is that I remember everything. Naturally, certainly, of course, the reason for this unintended sex was because of this woman sleeping with her arm under my head, not because of my penis or the lewd devil in my head. It felt like if we didn't have sex immediately, regardless of meals or showers, I would really be tied up with a rope. Well, was it just a scare tactic? Did he think the rope didn't actually exist? ...Yes, he really didn't know. Before the divorce, when she told him not to open the box next to the bed in the master bedroom, yes... he should have opened it. When he saw that box filled with those unspeakable, unimaginable things that this ex-wife, stained with madness, had in it... 'I should have run away then.'
"Mmm... are you awake?"
"..."
"Huuu, Master..."
When she wasn't in a state of obsession, she called him Master. Thinking he was a madman for feeling relieved upon hearing that, he slowly got out of bed. She, too, having showered in the bathroom next to the front door, brought him a cup of coffee while wearing a robe, her waist cord pulled tight.
"I'm sorry, I should have held it in..."
"I know you calculated it on purpose."
"...Hehe, what do you mean?"
This cunning bitch. Watching Jia, who would grab her briefcase with both hands whenever she felt at a disadvantage, approach him lightly like a cat, and tell him to hurry up because he'd be late for work, he sighed and slowly pushed the front door handle.
"Haa..."
Well, did it look like he was sighing because he was drained and exhausted from being squeezed dry yesterday? If that were the reason, he wouldn't have sighed at all. To talk about what was making him struggle,
"...I'm off to work,"
"Wait. General Manager. Please lift your chin a little."
"..."
Please, just work hard... just do your job, Eunb—
"Can a secretary tell an executive to lift their chin..."
"...Did you do it with that woman?"
Both at home and at the office, it's full of crazy bitches.