The Taste of an Ex-Wife
"Hmm, not bad."
"I'm so relieved that it's to your liking."
She sat on his lap, scooping up the food and bringing it to his lips. She hadn't even eaten a bite herself yet, so as soon as he asked her about it, she replied instantly, like an answering machine:
"It's not food fit for a lowly bitch like me to consume."
"You still need to eat, though."
"...I am perfectly satisfied just by disposing of the leftovers from your meal, Master."
No, damn it, why are you telling me that now when I've almost finished it all?
"...I think I've eaten it all..."
"Licking the bowl clean—that, too, is my happiness. I'm dying to lick the fork and knife you used to enjoy your meal... but I'm holding back with all my might♡"
I need to get her fixed. Seriously. She’s truly broken. This isn't the kind of thinking a normal person has.
"Can't you at least eat a little with me now?"
"How could a mere fuck-toy slave share a table with the Master I serve? However..."
She recalled a line she’d read in a historical harem novel and recited it to him.
"...If you would deign to bestow the food you were chewing upon a lowly creature like me, I would accept it with a joyful heart..."
That’s... that’s disgusting. I wanted to ask if that sort of thing actually appeared in novels, but for now, he decided to just eat in silence. However, from the moment she said that, she had been helping him eat with a look of inner anticipation, so he requested a piece of the omelet he was about to finish. As soon as she quickly brought it to him, he chewed it briefly, then pressed down gently on the back of her neck and kissed her.
As the food was transferred, she gasped.
"H-heup, ugh, h-hic, oh, what do I do, what should I do♥"
"...?"
"K-kissing the Master, and on top of that, the food you were eating...♥ I, I could die happy right now..."
As expected of a truly insane woman, he could feel her soaking her panties against his lap. She must have been drenching his trousers with how much she was leaking. She was so unaware of the fact that she was gushing that she leaned back, relying on him for support, her waist arched like a bow as she trembled violently. Even so, not wanting to spit out the food, she kept her composure and slowly swallowed it.
"T-tasty... so..."
Right. You were always good at cooking. The problem was that you never did it.
Then, looking at her, he sank into thoughts of the past before slowly starting a conversation.
"You used to tell me to just order takeout."
"Th-that... um... that was something only the ignorant, foolish Seo Jia could say. That was a remark made by a Seo Jia who hadn't yet felt the Master's muscles that make my heart race just by looking at them, the deep scent of your body, or the powerful virility that makes my womb feel like it's being raped. I am always filled with sincere remorse for the mistakes my past self committed. Master."
God damn it, at this rate, she's going to start carving the Tripitaka Koreana soon.
"You complained that I was forcing you to cook. You told me to go eat out..."
Her eyes went wide, and as if startled, she quickly covered his mouth with her index finger.
"H-heup, Master, please don't say such things. Please, I beg you to forget the words I spoke before I was properly trained."
"Those were things said by the foolish past Seo Jia, who didn't know how to serve you properly even though it was her duty. How could I have made such ignorant remarks, telling you to go out and eat whatever? If I could go back in time, I’d want to beat my past self to death."
"Forcing you to cook? That’s preposterous, Master. It was a grave sin, enough to warrant the guillotine, that a dirty slut like me neglected the duty of serving meals upon entering this house. After we broke up, I cried and regretted it every single night because I failed to fulfill that obvious obligation... and I promised myself that if we ever met again, I would always serve you home-cooked meals."
Is this what they call... honeyed words? Anyway.
"You said I wasn't the only one working... Ah. And every time I showered, you'd chase after me and scream at me to spray cold water on the tile walls."
"It is mortifying and I want to die, but if a slave may dare to offer an explanation to her Master,"
It’s grand from the start. This is going to be long.
"That was just the talk of an untrained sex-slave candidate, Seo Jia. Once I had surrendered my pussy and my chastity to my husband, I should have naturally served him as my Master and wished for nothing more than a happy life, yet I tried to defy that fate... Logically speaking, there is no comparison between the Master, who makes the country prosper from the moment he steps out of the house until he returns, working tirelessly at the company to achieve great things, and a lowly, simple laborer like me who only delivers words with a wagging tongue... Why was my past self like that? I’m only realizing it now, and I’m beating my chest in regret. If I had known even a little sooner, I would never have dared to betray you and hand you divorce papers. Instead, as soon as you walked through the door, I should have bowed at a perfect 90-degree angle, knelt down to tell you how hard you worked today, and at the same time, taken your massive, noble cock into my mouth to continue my happy service... I am so sorry I couldn't do that."
Ah, I almost collapsed under the table from dizziness listening to all of that. Is this really Seo Jia? Is she some other... some kind of android that looks like her? A robot?
"'Gluttonous person,' 'lounging around'..."
"It is exactly as I said."
"...Excuses,"
Even though he kept bringing up the past, she showed no signs of discomfort. Instead, she wore an expression stained with embarrassment, shame, and regret, asking him if he would grant her the opportunity to explain in her pretty, quiet voice.
"The expression 'lounging around' proves that I looked down on my Master and took you lightly, so I resolved that even if you were to behead me, I should die with a joyful heart. While you, Master, worry, struggle, and exert yourself every day to feed this bitch, I, who am lower than a concubine, thought of you that way... However, if you could grant me one chance, I intended to sacrifice this body to serve you for the rest of my life as your faithful dog, maid, and housekeeper, instead of repaying you with death. Also, if you, my noble Master, ever desire the body of this lowly bitch Jia, I planned to massage you with my breasts, which are so small they can't even be called breasts, and if you need a toilet to relieve yourself, I planned to try my best so you could use the body-toilet pussy of this bitch Jia, which is so filthy it can't even function properly...."
"...."
If I sat any other man down here, he would be in the same state, unable to react at all. What did I just hear? Did I become an emperor, a king of the Joseon Dynasty? Regression? Is that what this is?
"Master? I shall prepare dessert..."
"You eat that. I'm fine."
"....Ah, th-thank you... Master, for suppressing your own appetite to bestow food upon a lowly creature like me..."
I really thought it might be the Joseon Dynasty, so I checked the clock, but the date was accurate. Let's just assume that his ex-wife—no, as she put it, 'bitch Jia with the lowly body-toilet pussy'—is the only one who went back to the Joseon era. After the meal, he sat on the sofa, and she finished the dishes without making a sound other than the running water. She must have thought that a bitch dripping with semen couldn't dare interrupt the Master's time of focusing on society just to do the dishes. She finished the cleaning, wiped the table clean, and restored the table and its surroundings to the same state they were in when she woke up today. Seeing that she hadn't left any food, she must have been very hungry. So, like something out of a movie, he said,
"Hey, Seo Jia."
"Yes! Master, thank you so much for calling me."
Oh boy, I can't even call her anymore...
"I want to eat ramen. The seafood ramen is in the back. Go boil one for me."
"Ramen, I understand. I will boil it for you right away, Master."
He watched TV again. It was news about his company pushing for a merger and acquisition. He had been thinking that he shouldn't do that M&A, but the news was reporting it as if it were about to be completed with inaccurate information. He wondered if he should ask for a correction, but it didn't seem like they would listen to him about something like this. Just then, the ramen came out quickly.
"...? Hey, what is this..."
"Master, these instant noodle products... are not good for your body if you just eat them as they are. I added only a little bit of the seasoning and brewed the broth with plenty of seafood. I was pressed for time because I was worried you might be hungry, but I hope it tastes good."
He ran over to his refrigerator for a moment, wondering whose house all of this came from. He didn't know when she had filled it, but the inside of the fridge was stocked with food stored in various types of airtight containers. She had attached sticky notes to the front of them, labeling what was inside.
"Hey... this,"
"I'm sorry, it was an unauthorized action, but since it was directly related to your health, I had no choice but to do it. Still... I bought everything with my own money. They were quite expensive because I bought the best quality, but if you just eat them with a joyful heart, I will continue to..."
The ramen was topped with two large Dokdo shrimp—I have no idea how she got these in three hours—and around them, in clockwise order, were plenty of littleneck clams, oysters, sliced kelp, a few octopus legs cut into bite-sized pieces, abalone, and scallop meat, along with mussels. No, she had put in so much that the noodles were hidden and couldn't even be seen.
"All of this..."
"I also put in a small blue crab at the bottom. I thought the broth would be more refreshing..."
It was really there. He stared at her with his mouth agape, looked back at the ramen, and then looked at her again. Even seeing him so surprised, she didn't show off at all, just smiled brightly.
"I thought I had prepared plenty of food, but I seem to have forgotten that you, Master, who accomplish great things, are a man with a big appetite. Next time, I will prepare even more..."
"Wait, stop! Stop, hey. Seo Jia. Calm down. This isn't it."
"....? Yes, Master?"
He let out a deep sigh and looked at her. It was clear that she had regretted it a lot and cried. All the pretty weight she had gained was completely gone. It was impressive that she had endured having sex like that yesterday.
"I'm done eating."
"...M-Master..."
"One bite was enough for me. Clean it up quickly."
I don't know if those were tears of emotion or tears shed because she was hungry, but for now, shouldn't I feed the person who looks like she's about to starve to death first?