The Uncomfortable Coexistence
"You keep running out like you're being chased..."
"Just get out already, you guys." Or else we're all going to die...!
"If you kick out the customers, the business will fail!"
It’s already failed, so I just wish you’d get lost. After she said that, she entered the master bedroom like a ghost—slowly, without making a single sound with her footsteps. There were still half-washed dishes left behind, but for some reason, I felt like I was the one who had to finish them.
'I’m going to rip you in half... and pickle you like salted seafood.'
Why the hell did she have to blurt out something like that? And why did I have to hear it... Just thinking about those words still gave me goosebumps all over my body. Not only that, but I suddenly felt the urge to pee, even though I hadn't before.
After shooing my friends out, I rushed into the bathroom. I heard the sound of a refreshing stream of water, then a brief pause, and then a short burst of water again before the door slowly opened.
"Master."
God dammit!
"Why, why..."
"..."
She didn't say a word. She just stared at me quietly with a chilling expression, her eyes cast downward, whispering "Master" in a low voice. As soon as she did, I fell flat on the bathroom tiles, terrified as if I’d seen a ghost. Judging by the loud thud, I must have truly passed out from shock.
"...Who is that bitch?"
Solemnly. Seriously. Strictly...
"You don't need to know. A lowly female like you has no business in the master's personal affairs..."
"So that was the master's big business..."
That's not it, seriously, why do you keep twisting my words like th...
"You sent your friends away in such a hurry. It looked like you were having a good time."
Well, of course! You appeared out of nowhere and said that terrifying stuff. If the three of us stayed in one room, I felt like we’d all be slaughtered in a mass murder!
She slowly turned around and began washing the remaining dishes. In the meantime, I slowly went into the living room to clean up the mess from the games the guys had played. If I just sat on the sofa doing nothing, I felt like I’d get stabbed with a knife or killed by some other means. Should I call the police in advance? No, even now, I should just endure the embarrassment and the insults, grab that woman by the collar, and throw her out of the house...
As I thought that, she was standing right behind me. Her cold expression seemed to hold a hint of sorrow. "Master."
Why again... I’m seriously going to have a heart attack...
She stood in front of the room door for a long time, staring at me without saying a word. It seemed she had finished her chores already. Then, she took a step closer to me.
"...An uneducated little slut like her is bound to be less tasty than me."
?
"You'll find me more convenient, Master. I’m someone who manages her own body even when you dump your load inside me and toss me aside. Much more so."
....?
"Don't fall for the whispers of a naive, green girl who knows nothing."
"A green gi..."
"I’ll have to see what she looks like to be sure... but she’s bound to have smaller breasts and narrower hips than me. ...You know that too, don't you, Master?"
I had to say I understood. That was the only way to survive.
"There is no one like me who can handle your parents and my own parents with such smooth improvisation. I believe you will make a wise choice, Master."
She walked into the room. Of course, before she went in, she completely changed her expression.
"It was rude of me to leave the room... but still, you’ll fill my lower belly up again, right...?♡ It’s a promise you made to me..."
Should I just kill her first?
Back when he was chatting excitedly, I didn't feel any ill will toward his friends who were badmouthing me. If anything, those words were in line with the regret I felt so painfully when I had moved out to find a place of my own.
"That's right, I'm a bitch who deserves to be torn to shreds... I must not forget my duty as a female dog."
Strangely, she kept trying to dominate him. It wasn't because she wanted to. It was just that whenever she showed that side of herself, he, the master, would be so shocked he’d almost pass out, and seeing him like that somehow made her panties wet again. I’ve already gone through so many panty liners; I should buy more when I go out tomorrow. I’ll order some online, too.
"Hey, that Eunbyul girl is crazy... She confessed to you once, right? What did she say again?"
"She said even if you have a girlfriend, it's fine, so just come to her if you ever break up."
The most stressful thing was the existence of a woman named 'Eun Byul,' whom even she hadn't known about.
"...What are they talking about?"
She pricked up her ears and listened to the conversation through the wall. The volume of their voices grew lower, but every time that friend named Hoyeon spoke, he did so loudly, so she could hear bits and pieces.
"What kind of... what does she do? Who is she...?"
From what she heard, it seemed she might be working at his company, and she was a bold bitch who had confessed to him even while knowing he was dating her. Her brain's 'survival instinct' was ringing an alarm bell.
'You must kill that bitch.'
'That bitch is trying to take your seat.'
'Eunbyul is trying to sit in the position you are supposed to return to in the long run.'
'You must be extra careful so that she and the Master don't get close.'
He wasn't saying anything at all when they mentioned the woman named Eunbyul. He was recalling memories of the past, but from her perspective, listening from outside with her vision blocked, she muttered to herself:
"Just how much of a hold does she have on you... that you can't even bring yourself to speak?"
Even though she was insane, she could remember the past in her own way. The fact that she remembered all the terrible things she had done to him in the past was proof enough. In the past, she had been obsessed with him to a degree he couldn't even fathom. Even when she said she was mentoring him, she had checked to see what kind of girl she was, but she hadn't remembered her name. It was only now, hearing them talk, that she remembered to some extent.
"...A junior. Eun Byul. 27 years old, then. You crazy bitch... you're eyeing my spot."
Along with the ambitious thought of tearing that woman to shreds, she made one more resolution.
"To keep the Master tied down, I absolutely... absolutely must get pregnant."
It wasn't that she didn't want a baby. As she always said, it was also because of her career. And if she had a baby, she would have to be a benevolent mother, and it wouldn't look good for such a mother to be abusing her husband at night. She had planned to enjoy herself to the fullest, look down on him, and squeeze him dry before making a baby. A plan that, looking at it now, had been shattered miserably. There were various circumstances.
During the three days since she had entered the house, there had been fear. She had thought about going to the OB/GYN tomorrow to get a Mirena. Since she vividly remembered how bad their relationship was and how angry he still was with her, if she got pregnant now, he would surely grab her by the wrist and force her to abort the child—what sin did the baby commit, anyway? Then he would reject sexual intercourse even more. He wouldn't trust her.
"..."
Now the only issues were how to get pregnant, and who that Eunbyul was, and how to find and crush her. And one more thing, a plan that had been maintained ever since she entered this house.
"How... how do I find love again? How do I make him love me again?"
When she was young, it was 'Noona,' then sometimes 'Jia' as she grew older, and after marriage, it was 'Honey,' 'Darling,' 'Princess,' 'Dear.' It was doubtful if she could ever go through that roadmap again. Since she couldn't go back to those days, she had to create the method and execute it herself. The problem was that she didn't even have a clue what that was.
The way he looked at her was different from the past; the idea that he, who used to follow her well and act like a younger brother, would do so again now had zero chance of happening.
"How do I seduce him..."
Excluding the bitch named Eunbyul was a simple matter. She just had to treat him with these voluptuous breasts and a body that could tighten anything through endless Kegel exercises while alone in her room. No matter how much that woman had confessed to him, she wouldn't be able to replicate a trained bitch slave like this. She would have to win with that.
Also, mature thinking was important. Let's not be too giddy in front of him. She was always dying of happiness, but let's try to exercise some restraint. It seemed necessary to go through the process of re-imprinting herself as his 'Noona.' After doing that, if she played the role of a Noona and then the role of a bitch at night, he would surely enjoy the variety and love her even more.
"That's all I have to do. I can do it."
After that, she went out to make lunch. He thought she had come out because she was pissed off, but well. Cooking was important, too. He ate surprisingly well. He ate so well that she couldn't believe she hadn't noticed when they lived together. So, she tried to feed him, holding back her tears. 'He's a man who eats so well... and I...'
How hard was it to do just that? What kind of great work was she doing out there that she didn't even pack her husband's lunch? She decided she should go to the grocery store more often. She resolved to cook a variety of dishes and restore his health, starting now.
Now, she had no choice but to change. Her exterior had changed, and her inner heart had been corrupted, but beyond that, she had to change her behavioral patterns and everything else. She believed that was evolution, and she believed that was the starting point for creating a difference between herself and that mysterious woman named Eunbyul.
Then, suddenly:
'A lunchbox.'
She thought she should pack him a lunch. She used to nag him to save money and tell him to take care of his own meals, while sending him KakaoTalk messages telling him to eat a proper lunch. From her perspective, it was a way of saying "Have a delicious lunch," albeit expressed without any affection, but thinking about it from his position now...
'How is that any different from saying, "Eat on your own or die, I don't care..."'
'He must have seen me as a hypocrite, pretending to care while not actually doing anything for him.'
'Every day, I will make him a lunchbox. Definitely. Without missing a single day.'