I'm Hungry
For the record, his father and mother were also a love match. It’s said that in his grandfather’s generation, it was an arranged marriage. That was just how things were back then. But later, after witnessing the endless, bottomless side effects of such a union, his father—who had grown up without a mother—made a firm vow: he would absolutely, positively ensure his own child didn't have to go through the same thing. So, he married for love. However...
"No, yesterday, you know? I was mopping the floor, and no matter how many times I asked you to move, you just sat there reading a book!"
"Why are you telling our son about that? He just received a prestigious award, for heaven's sake!"
"Are you raising your voice at me right now?"
"No, it’s not like that..."
"Then what is it?"
It seems they hadn't anticipated these particular side effects.
"Both of you, stop it. Mother, I told you to hire a housekeeper."
"Suhyun, if I hire a housekeeper, do you think my heart will be at ease? Huh? I have to get into every little corner, but housekeepers these days just do a sloppy job and leave. What is this? If I’m going to pay money for that, I’d rather do it myself."
"..."
"Except for your father, that eyesore."
His father was staring off into the distance with a look of hurt feelings for the first time in a while. It seemed that...
"Are you sulking?"
"...Go home quickly."
"Sigh, sulking again. You petty man."
"No, then are you saying I look like someone who wouldn't feel hurt, what? Petty, petty man?"
Right. A marital spat is like cutting water with a knife. Indeed. With that, he left his parents behind and moved to get into his car. Eunbyul and Jia, who had arrived at some point, were already clinging to his sides. As he opened the door and prepared to get in, his parents approached the car, and his father spoke.
"Come to my office tomorrow when you get to work."
"Yes. Understood. Thank you for your hard work."
"Mm. Oh, and... take care of your mother. Can't you send her to your place for a little while?"
Anyone else might think it was a joke, but he knew. Seeing the deadly serious and grave expression on his father’s face, he knew immediately. This was no idle comment.
"...Wouldn't that be uncomfortable for Jia?"
"Th-that’s true. Hmm. ...Sigh... Really... honestly..."
"..."
"Fine. Go on in. You worked hard too, daughter-in-law."
Then, his mother took advantage of the open window to grab his lapel.
"Suhyun, come home more often. Your mother is bored because her son never visits."
"Try attending one of those lifelong education centers. I heard they’re good. Or, Mother, why don't you go back to working at the company..."
"Mother is too delicate to work."
"...Ah, yes..."
"So come visit me. Look at this clothes. Oh my, oh my... dear, why is this fabric so worn out?"
"...I bought it last month."
"No. Clothes like this aren't good. Are you saving money again? I heard you were given plenty. Should I ask your father for more money?"
"No, Mother. Please, don't."
"Ugh... alright. ...Anyway, come home often! Let’s go to the department store with Mom. Your birthday is right around the corner, isn't it?"
Now that she mentioned it, his birthday was indeed coming up. No, that aside, she claimed to be 'delicate' yet wanted to go to a department store...
After finishing the farewells, they headed home. Jia on his left, Eunbyul on his right. And he was sandwiched in between. It couldn't be helped. They had issued a silent command for him to get inside when he tried to sit in the front seat. So, he had no choice but to be here. Was he afraid of the two women? No, it was more that he felt like they would turn into ticking time bombs if he didn't give them what they wanted.
"Thank you. It’s quite late, but to personally..."
"I did receive the call, but I was prepared in advance. I watched it on TV."
"Ah. You mean the awards ceremony?"
He was conversing with the driver.
"Yes. I was resting at home, but I couldn't help but watch, so I kept the TV on."
"That’s embarrassing."
"Haha, embarrassing? Not at all. When I told my family that I was driving for that person, they all looked at me with such wonder, and I felt so proud. Like I’d become someone special for no reason."
"I’m glad."
Fortunately, the driver seemed to be driving without looking in the rearview mirror. It was that kind of situation, after all. On top of that, both women had grabbed one of his hands each and shoved them between their own legs. Eunbyul whispered in his ear:
"It’s for the seatbelt. Don't think anything strange and just stay still."
He could feel the panties beneath their skirts, but he gritted his teeth and waited until they arrived home.
"My son joined Doowon Securities this time. I’m not sure if I mentioned it."
"Oh, is that so? Ah... congratulations."
"He passed the open recruitment exam, and he said the test was incredibly difficult, but he made it. He sent a bouquet of flowers home; is that usually how it’s done?"
"Yes. The president of that company probably wrote a letter as well. They say that’s how they do it at Securities and Life Insurance."
"Then the headquarters..."
To begin with, the number of new hires at headquarters was at most 20 per year. They just take the DSAT exam and cut from the top 1 to 30. Regardless of which subsidiary they applied to, they are called to headquarters first, and if they don't want to work there, they are sent down to the subsidiaries.
"For headquarters recruitment, the department head of the division where you will be working visits your home personally."
"Ah..."
Likewise, for Eunbyul, the head of the purchasing department had visited her home personally to offer greetings and deliver the news of her acceptance. Remembering that, Eunbyul looked out the window while moving his hand. Wait, it smelled like apples... green apples, fresh apples...
"Still, if it’s Securities, his grades must have been good."
"Yes. He graduated from Boseong University, Department of Business Administration."
"Oh my... he must have studied really hard."
"I don't think he did that much in middle and high school, but once he got to university, perhaps because his major suited him well, he worked incredibly hard. I discouraged him from going to graduate school and suggested he try working for a bit, and he did just that."
After saying goodbye to the driver, the three of them entered the house. While the driver was heading back to his own home, he sensed something strange.
‘She’s a secretary... right?’
She’s a secretary, so why did she get off with him? A secretary should be dropped off at her own home. But since it was the business of his superiors, the driver decided not to worry about it. He thought that maybe she had gone in because there was some work to do, and asking about it might cause an unnecessary misunderstanding.
"Senior, you know it too, right...? I got wet in that car."
"...No, really, outside is a bit,"
"Haa... Master, please, look at me too..."
While Eunbyul whispered, she pressed herself against him, grabbed his hand tightly, and tried to shove it back into her pants. He quickly shook off both their hands and said:
"Stop. Stop!"
"...Do you hate it?"
"That’s not it."
It’s not that, I just want to rest, for heaven's sake. You crazy things. Why are you always so thirsty?
"Then can't you just touch us?"
"..."
There was no reasoning with them. So, he eventually said:
"Sigh... fine. Just touching, really. First, go wash your hands... and both of you, take off your bottoms. Only your panties... keep them on."
Then, as he washed his hands thoroughly, he found himself thinking about what on earth he was doing. He returned to the living room, turned on the TV, and checked the news about today's events. Curious about the public's reaction and how his speech was evaluated, he watched the TV while simultaneously...
"Mmm... feels good."
"Master, a little higher... yes, that’s it, right there...!"
He was stimulating the women by putting his hands between their panties. Looking at it this way, a comparison was inevitable. Eunbyul was wet, but Jia was a woman with even more moisture. No, wait, what am I thinking right now?
"How long do I have to do this?"
"Just... just a little longer... take it out later..."
"Master, can't you put your hand, your hand inside?"
"No."
Where do you get off crossing the line? ...Though it seemed they had already crossed it.
As he toyed with the bodies of the two women, he asked them if they shouldn't have a meal, and since both showed signs of being hungry, he said he would stop now. As soon as he slowly withdrew his hands, both of them were glistening, which was quite a sight... and Eunbyul said:
"That felt... good, ugh. Good..."
"..."
And Jia said:
"Just a little more, I’m almost there..."
"Stop."
"Please, it feels like it’s going to burst soon..."
If it bursts, all that fluid... she’d have to clean it up herself. Right. Let’s not argue. I’m tired. He went back in to wash his hands, and since he didn't particularly want to make the two women cook, he decided to order delivery. A short while later, about three chefs arrived at the house to prepare the food, used the kitchen for a moment, and then quickly served the food on the dining table before leaving.
"Wait, didn't you order delivery?"
"Yeah. This is delivery."
His apartment was fully armed with the title of a high-end residential space—though the apartment he lived in wasn't built by his own construction company—so this kind of concierge service was possible. If requested, staff would come into the house to clean and leave, though this was a service that was no longer needed thanks to the changed Jia. And like this, people who would come to cook in person were always on standby. This service was expensive, but since the people living here were those who didn't worry about money, it was fine. Just how expensive was it?
"A sandwich here is 35,000 won."
"What?"
Chopped steak was 100,000 won, and a steak that you could eat at a steakhouse was at least 250,000 won. It couldn't be helped. The quality of the food was substantial, the chefs were skilled, and it was only natural that it would be expensive in exchange for being able to use it 24 hours a day. Anyway, while they were eating, Eunbyul said:
"Well, it’s delicious, but... I wanted to do something else."
She looked at him slowly.