The Strange Daily Routine of Two People
Anyway, that’s how we ate dinner, and then we had sex—thoroughly. Twice? Maybe three times. In any case, it wasn’t just once. Strangely enough, there were a lot of dishes containing eel. And that wasn’t all.
"...What’s with the octopus?"
"Just... eat it. Don't leave anything behind."
Her tone was slightly coercive, but I felt like I wouldn't survive if I rebelled, so I just ate it. Wait, hold on. I’m the master here. I’m the master, so what is this talk about rebellion?
'Why am I turning into this...'
While she was on top, performing the "descent of the fairy"—no, let's call it the "descent of the witch" from now on—while she was in that position, that was the only thought running through his mind. 'I am the master of this house, and I am Seo Jia’s master... no, why am I the master? And it’s not like I’m a slave, either. Damn it, seriously...'
My thoughts were so tangled I couldn't even grasp them. It was impossible to tell who was the slave and who was the master. The frequency of her threats kept increasing. How was I supposed to solve this?
In the midst of that, a sudden question popped into my head.
"Hey, you bitch, come here."
"Yes, Master..."
She, who had been curled up in the corner of the bed feeling the lingering afterglow of her climax, slowly opened her eyes and crawled toward him. The sight of her crawling on the bed would have been something I would have welcomed with open arms before the divorce, but now, she was just a dirty slut.
"You had taken your clothes, and my things were gone too. How do you have everything back? It wasn't in your handbag,"
"Ah... that, yesterday when Master was sleeping, at lunch... I went home and brought everything back."
She wasn't the type to be this quick. I clearly woke up around 11 o'clock. Seo Jia was asleep then. When I woke up again, it was 2 o'clock. So, in those three hours, she cleaned the house, went to her place, loaded up all her things, and brought them back? Did she really do all that? Wait, and there was no one who gave her permission to do this...
"Who told you to bring them? I never told you to..."
"I couldn't bear to walk around naked in Master's house. If I did, Master would ravage me whenever he pleased... and that would be troublesome..."
Right. It would be troublesome, wait—what the hell are you talking about? You’re the one who keeps pouncing on me.
"What about the food? Those ingredients. Where did they come from?"
Could it be—
"Of course, I went out and bought them all right then. Since we had sex like that, I thought you’d be exhausted, so I focused on meat... and ingredients that would help with your stamina, since Master always liked those."
Even so, where did you get the spot prawns—
"Since I’ve been working, I’ve gotten to know all sorts of people. So I asked for a favor. They got them for me right away. Of course, I had them leave them on the first floor so they wouldn't come inside the house."
No, she has completely changed. Seo Jia, who used to value the husband who loved her at home more than anyone, now prioritized the business connections she made outside. A woman like that was now using people and treating them poorly. Moreover, she was a person of utter hypocrisy. Yes, I should have known from the moment she bought the air purifier and the clothing care appliance. She was the kind of woman who would smile like a fairy while serving drinks to guests, yet look at her husband as if he were a useless sack of grain.
"Anyway, so you just brought them all here."
"Yes..."
Exchanging more words was just a hassle, so he gestured for her to leave. She hesitated as if she had something more to say, but then bowed and left. Every moment was uncomfortable.
And so... the night passed.
"M-Master!"
"What."
"Breakfast..."
"Eat it yourself or don't. I'm leaving..."
He woke up early, showered, got dressed, brewed a cup of coffee for himself, and watched the balcony before getting ready to head out. Meanwhile, she came out late and cooked in the kitchen, gasping for air as she tried to cook quickly while keeping the noise down. Regardless, he had to get to work.
He said he was leaving in a drained voice, picked up his briefcase, and headed out. The driver was smoking a cigarette. He bowed in greeting. The driver bowed back. The driver smoked quickly and sprayed perfume before getting into the car.
"...You can just go. As I always say, you don't need to be so formal with me."
"But you are a high-ranking official, sir."
The same conversation. However, while the driver was stepping on the brakes at a red light on the eight-lane road,
"...Director. Did something happen? Over the weekend..."
"..."
Right. Something happened. A lot of things happened. I felt a lot of new things, too. My ex-wife broke into my house and turned into a bitch, calling me 'Master.' Sometimes I felt the fear of death. And... I also learned what it feels like to go to work after being squeezed dry ten times in two days. Enough. Enough that I never want to feel it again...
"Have a great day today, sir."
"Yes... you get some rest, too, driver..."
He bowed to the driver, who was bowing to him, then passed through the company's main lobby and took the elevator up. Since he was known for his informal and comfortable atmosphere, the employees wanted to greet him and talk to him as soon as they saw him, but—
"...Ah... yes, hello..."
Seeing his expression, all the employees hesitated and stepped back, finding it difficult to approach him. He looked almost like a wreck. Even after washing up, he looked like this, so I couldn't imagine what he looked like right after waking up.
"Is it the aftermath of the divorce...?"
"Hey, they said it wasn't even confirmed."
"No, I heard it! Definitely... but why isn't it in the news?"
Thinking that his haggard appearance was due to the divorce, they were busy exchanging rumors with each other again today. Whether they did or not, he entered his office and sat in front of his monitor...
"....I can't... I can't do this anymore..."
He hung his head low, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them repeatedly. His lips were pulled taut, and his trembling eyes clearly showed just how much stress he was under. Just a month ago, no, even until last Friday evening...
'Leaving work... was enjoyable....'
I felt like I was going to get depression. No, depression would be a relief. I was so anxious about what she might be doing at home while I wasn't there that I felt like I was going to develop an anxiety disorder. If I stayed like this for a few more days, I felt like I’d get panic attacks and wouldn't be able to come to work. Then, when that time came, I would go up to the Chairman's office and say—
"Seo Jia is tormenting and abusing me as if she's going to squeeze the life out of me! Father! I can't! I can't come to work anymore! Please! Really, save me, what did I do to deserve this! Is divorce such a big deal these days? It's an era where divorce is a trend, so why are you doing this to me! She glares at me like she's going to kill me every chance she gets, and you haven't seen that change in her expression, Father!"
But even if I said that, he would probably respond with, "Marriage is always that difficult. Live up to the effort and give this father a grandchild soon. Why did you grow up so frail..." or "Our daughter-in-law is so precious! I almost opposed the marriage because she was too good for a guy like you!!"
What's the point of having money when there's no one on my side in this world, no one to listen to my story, and no one to solve my problems? I wasn't even interested in stocks. Whether they fell or rose, did it even matter? I looked at the schedule the secretary had organized. Would looking at that change anything? If things went wrong, today might be the last day I ever come to work. Why did the power dynamic reverse? Why do people change to the extreme in such a short time? Is this even allowed? Perhaps Seo Jia is...
'A psychopath...'
Now, even thinking that is scary. Seeing her pop out from the bathroom, from behind the door, from here and there, listening to and remembering everything he said, I thought she was a woman who could even follow me to a company far away. If I were to say to her face that she was a psychopath, she would either climb onto my lap and say, "Master, I'll show you that I'm not a psychopath...♡," or she would look at me with a cold gaze and turn me into salted fish first. It would be one of the two.
—
"This is the update on the main elements of the ERP. If you approve it, it will be reflected in the system immediately."
"...Yes..."
"This is regarding the personnel movement of the affiliate purchasing team. We need the Director's signature."
"...I suppose I must..."
"This is the approval for the 4th process improvement work of Doowon Energy's CDU. We added two sets under the same conditions as the previously designed blueprint."
"..."
"If you look at the back, the detailed design and location, and the interval between each set are clearly shown. Director."
Whether you do it or not... he didn't have any passion. He was just working because someone told him to. It felt like his heart was sold somewhere else. He had been spending a whopping three hours like that. The middle managers who came to get his approval were carefully watching his eyes. The son of the good-natured Executive Director was sitting there, signing papers with an expression of pain as if he had been stabbed by a bamboo spear somewhere. This was the first time he had shown such a look since coming to this company.
And,
"This is the final approval for the safety stock acquisition and supply chain improvement plan for polymer materials. This will go straight up to the COO..."
"...Yes... well..."
"Excuse me, Director."
The secretary spoke to him. After he signed and closed the approval documents, he handed them to the secretary.
"...Is something wrong? Did something bad happen? You seem very upset..."
"I..."
I thought that witch could hear me even at this moment. It was entirely possible. I had to be careful with every word.
"Director! A guest has arriv—"
"Honey, I'm here."
Dammit, damn it... So I couldn't give a sincere answer. Who could possibly badmouth that woman in this position?
"I... me? Of course... I'm... happy... haha..."
"Yes....? Ah, yes... Then I will..."
I told you, it's certain that she's listening somehow...?