A Refusal of Such Hospitality

He wanted to break through the tiled roof of the traditional restaurant and run away to anywhere else, without a shred of hesitation, if only he had the propulsion to do so. Why? Do you really have to ask?

"Um... Di-Director... ♡ Ah... ♡ Try it... ♡"

It was because of this crazy bitch. If he had opened up about his true feelings just a little more, the Vice President—who would have been a perfect candidate for a sworn brotherhood—was smiling with a satisfaction so repulsive it made him sick. He felt a sense of pride for successfully "entertaining" the Director with his own wife. Meanwhile, the Department Head, who was drinking alcohol poured by another woman, looked at him—who was stiffening with an expression that screamed, "We're done here!"—and at her, who was acting out a performance of shame and embarrassment that was entirely fake.

"It’s a surprise, Director. You mentioned how exceptionally close the two of you were..."

"Heh, you don't have to be so shy. Your wife insisted that she really wanted to come. Haha...!"

You fucking bastards. "Close"? What? Are you people even human?

"Fufu... I'll fill ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠your glass. I didn't know you were such a high-ranking person..."

She shot him a sidelong glance as she said this. It was a look that told him to start acting immediately. It was as if her expression was saying, "Do you want to announce our divorce to the whole neighborhood?" He barely suppressed the urge to snap at her—after all, she was the one who asked for the divorce—and instead kept a happy smile on his face, thanking them over and over. Forced, of course.

"You said you really hated drinking with women around, so we tried to be deeply considerate, but I'm glad you seem to like it..."

"Haha... ha, ha... Thank you... truly..."

I repeat, those were not his true feelings. It was forced.

"Try this too, Director. How is it...?"

"...It's, it's delicious... It's delicious. Haha..."

She watched him like that, her hands moving busily. She picked up the bottle with a cautious, elegant grace to fill his glass, and whenever he finished a drink, she brought him snacks to feed him. She wore such a lovely expression that, after some time had passed, the Vice President and the Department Head began to look at him with envious eyes.

...He alone felt this as a death threat.

While her hands were resting for a moment, she slightly loosened her collar to reveal her cleavage. She opened the right side of her collar just enough for only him to see, and while doing so, she carefully knelt before him. He didn't know where she learned such things, but regardless, she was doing them.

If you ask how things ended up this way, there was obviously only one method.

After receiving his text, she had been preparing dinner, but her expression turned cold. She gripped her phone tightly, stared at the short message he had sent, and then threw the phone onto the sofa. She bit her lip until it bled, showing her rage, before letting out a deep sigh and abandoning the dinner she was preparing. After sitting on a dining chair for a moment to think, she had a good idea. She walked to the sofa, picked up the phone she had thrown, and...

"...! Dear, what's wrong!"

"Father-in-law... he said he'd be late today..."

The Chairman was on his way home in his car. He was listening to his secretary go over the next day's schedule, giving instructions on how to handle a few items, and then closed his eyes for a moment. Soon, his phone rang. After checking who the caller was, he answered without hesitation. When the Chairman was resting, his secretary usually took his calls or diverted them entirely, but this was a call he could never refuse.

Hearing her say that he had told her he would be late getting home, the Chairman let out a deep sigh.

"He didn't even tell me why... I worked so hard preparing dinner to spend time with him..."

"Th-that... Dear, it's just that Suhyun is..."

"...I suppose it can't be helped. The company keeps giving him such difficult tasks... My heart aches. Even today, thinking about a second child all day long..."

"Ah..."

The Chairman touched the mute button for a moment and said, "Chief of Staff."

"Yes, Chairman."

"Immediately check what Suhyun's schedule is for today and let me know. The location, and what time it ends. Right now!"

"Yes, Chairman."

After the Chairman told her the location, the estimated time, and who he was meeting, he felt worried because she remained silent.

"Even if that place is a hostess bar, he's not the type of guy to drink with women. Hmm? Daughter-in-law..."

"No, Father-in-law. I... I'm going to go there now. Thank you."

"Hmm? Ah, y-you're going there? No, that place..."

"Ah. Father-in-law, could you perhaps give me the contact information of the person he's meeting?"

After a conversation that made it unclear who was the Chairman and who was the daughter-in-law, she immediately dialed the number she had written down. Perhaps because it was an unknown number, the other party answered after a long series of rings.

"Yes. This is Jo Seonghwan."

"Ah... Hello, I'm sorry for the sudden contact."

"....? Who is this..."

"I'm the wife of the person you're meeting today."

The Vice President couldn't say a word. He tried to ask again, but she continued.

"I'm Han Suhyun's wife."

"Ah.... Ah........."

"Yes, I'm short on time, but that's a place where you call women to drink, right? The kind where you go for a 'second round' to sleep with them..."

The Vice President, not knowing how to deal with such a situation, sat in the room with the Department Head waiting for him, then looked at the Department Head with an expression of having been struck by lightning. After whispering back and forth, the Department Head asked for his phone.

"Yes. Madam. Contrary to what you might think, we have to discuss business today, so we aren't bringing any women in. Regarding your concerns, we will..."

"No, call them."

"Excuse me?"

"Instead, I'm coming. Don't attach any women to him. I'll be right by his side."

The Department Head, not knowing what kind of situation this was, answered the phone with a dumbfounded expression, but as he listened to what she had to say, he began to be persuaded and nodded several times. The Vice President watched the Department Head for a long time, then saw him hang up the phone with a wide smile.

"Wh-what happened? Why? How did it go well..."

"Ah, didn't Director Han marry his wife for love? So he has a tendency to dislike playing around with women."

"Eh... That's right. Yes."

"But it doesn't seem like the atmosphere would loosen up if just three men were drinking. So, the Madam said she would come in person. She said she would entertain the Director herself. She said if she did that, she would do her best to ensure our business approval goes through smoothly."

"....!"

He wasn't the only one who felt like a windfall had just rolled in. So, right now,

"Then I look forward to your cooperation!"

"Ah... ah, yes...."

"Now... then, like this..."

While he was wondering how such an unexpected obstacle could pop up from a client, she gave him a look, and he verbally approved the consortium participation right there at the drinking table.

"Then I will send people to Doowon tomorrow to arrange a place for us to discuss this together."

"Yes. Let's do that. Now, then, let's..."

"We will see you out."

The alcohol she was giving him felt like poison, so he had the expression of someone who would rather drink it quickly and die. He drank several glasses in a row, and regardless of whether the Royal Salute was expensive or not, it felt like an alcohol reagent laced with cyanide to him, so all the joy had been ruined. On top of that, she whispered for him to hurry up and do it, showing a look that suggested she would kill him if he didn't. He had no choice but to approve. Well... even setting aside the fact that she had come, while there were some shortcomings, she was trustworthy and seemed capable.

As he was slightly tipsy, she supported him and carefully led him toward the car. A driver called by the Vice President was standing stiffly in front of the car, and upon seeing him and her, he bowed politely and opened the door. As they sat in the back seat, the Vice President and the Department Head bowed their waists deeply until the car pulled away and was no longer visible.

Of course, before the car started, the Vice President said in a low voice to the driver, "Take them to a nearby hotel. Put it on the corporate card for the night and just guide them to the room. Give them a bottle of wine, too. And a bouquet of flowers. As if the Madam prepared it. You know, right? And don't come to work tomorrow. I'll process it as paid leave."

"Ah...! Yes, I understand. Vice President."

"Drive carefully so they can be as comfortable as possible. Smoothly. Without a single thing to bother them. Absolutely."

The woman sitting next to him was already making him feel like he was dying of discomfort, so what could possibly be comfortable?

Honestly, she was surprised. Unlike the words of her father-in-law, who always showed her a determination to educate him from the bottom up, he had risen to the rank of executive. Also, as she hugged him tightly from the side and listened to their conversation, she realized that the businesses he handled were of a considerable scale. He didn't seem like that before, so how did it end up like this? The man who used to ask to have sex at home every day. She thought.

"...What on earth were you thinking coming here?"

"Is that important right now, Master?"

The honorifics seemed to have changed in a hurry, but he couldn't pay attention to every little thing like that. Ah. As time passed, the intoxication kept rising. Was it really that strong?

"Um... I'm still hot, I've been sweating a lot."

"...Go wash,"

"In the past, you liked it when I got wet... I felt like I was going to die of embarrassment..."

He remembered acting like he wanted to bury his nose in her wet panties and die, but he didn't want to do that now. She wasn't his wife, and she was even less the person he loved. However, she thought differently. She felt like she would die of happiness if he just did that, to the point where she could suppress all her shame.

"When I saw you get hard after seeing my breasts earlier, I wanted to take them into my mouth right then and there..."

"Stop with the slutty talk. Know the time and place..."

"How could I?"

She sat softly on his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed, looking out the window, wishing the alcohol would wear off. Even though he hadn't given her permission. Then, she slowly took the wine into her mouth, held it, and let it flow down little by little. Thanks to that, the wine dripped down her neck, collarbone, and upper chest. He was, just a li-ttle, attracted.

"...."

"They say that when you meet women in places like this and go to a hotel... ♡ You do it a lot... ♡"

That might be true. But I hate that kind ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of thing. And I hate it even more because it's you. You fucking bitch.

"I was dying to do it with you all day today, Master..."

"I wasn't."

"..."

However, she had no intention of wearing a displeased expression. Instead, she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wanted to make him attracted to her again, no matter what. So, she said,

"I brought you a lunch box earlier..."

"That's right, fuck. Hey, you really, at the company...!"

"Shh. Master..."

Slowly, she took his hand and placed it on her lower abdomen. He stared at her, responding with a blank expression. So what?

"After that..."

She smiled brightly, then whispered into his ear while holding the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wine glass.

"I went and got the procedure done... ♡"

"Now... I'm a woman who can have infinite creampies without any worries... ♥"

Two wine glasses fell to the floor. Likewise, she too fell from his lap onto the bed in an instant.