The Dog’s Resolve
“...”
She approached him as he lay sleeping. Clinging tightly to his side, she stared at him for a long time, drunk on the sight of him. Finally, after much deliberation, she decided to kiss his cheek first. Then his lips, his nose, his eyes, his forehead, and his neck. Oh, she kissed his lips twice.
“Mmm... ♡”
She even kissed his ear, then bit down on it entirely. But he showed no signs of waking. The only good thing was that, from the corner of her eye, she noticed a slight bulge in the front of his trousers.
“...”
Her ex-husband had nearly taken another woman right in front of her, but that didn’t matter to her at all. In her mind, she rationalized, ‘...If it’s my great Master, it doesn’t matter if he holds another woman...’
Then came the hidden thought that followed: ‘But I am the only legal wife... I’m different from that slut. I even have the wedding ring...’
Even as he stepped on her arm, she seemed to have found the ring. A diamond ring sparkled on her left ring finger. Of course, she couldn’t wear it openly in front of him. If she had, he would have been enraged and slapped her cheek. ‘...Should I put it on?’ ‘Still, I like it...’ She had come to enjoy the act of being struck itself.
After showering him with kisses, she slowly rose. She pretended to hesitate for a moment before undressing him, speaking as if for his benefit, “You’re getting dust on you, Master... You should change into something comfortable.”
“Sigh, I have no choice but to do it myself...”
Perhaps because she had been severely punished last time, her hands trembled as she undressed him, yet she performed the task quite skillfully. Of course, that was all just an excuse. An excuse for herself, to rationalize her actions when no one was listening.
‘I’m different from that bitch...’
‘I’m only doing this because I really want Master to sleep comfortably...’
‘...It’s true.’
However, as she watched him lying there in his white cotton t-shirt and underwear, she thought, ‘...I can’t help it. It’s not that I want to do this.’
‘He looks so uncomfortable, I have to take it off for him, right...?’
‘Master won’t think it’s strange.’
With that, she clung even tighter to his side. Soon, she took his chest into her mouth, softly caressing it with her tongue while glancing up to watch his reaction.
“Mmm...”
He was still far from waking, but she didn’t rush. She repeated the soft, gentle motions, hoping he would wake up eventually. She firmly believed that if he did, she could just pretend she hadn’t done anything and simply look at him. Since the alcohol wouldn’t wear off immediately, she lived in the expectation that the moment he opened his eyes, he would ravish her again.
Her cheeks flushed, and she caressed him with lips redder than her cheeks, using her tongue to tease him.
—
Eunbyul took a taxi home. As soon as she sat in the backseat, she calmed her racing heart.
‘Was I too harsh...?’
It was definitely the face she had seen in the news article. His ex-wife. As soon as she was certain, she decided she had to properly break Seo Jia.
She didn’t know what circumstances had led her to be in that house, but, ‘...If they were still on good terms, he wouldn’t have had dinner with me.’
‘He said he always went home early...’
‘I heard for sure from Dad that they were divorced. If they were on bad terms...’
She wondered if Jia was just barely scraping by, begging until her hands became feet just to stay in that house. From what she had gathered, Seo Jia wasn’t as wealthy as she was. She had heard rumors that Jia was a landowner in some province and owned a few buildings, as shown in news articles, but that didn’t matter. Her father was the chairman of a listed company; she believed she was several times wealthier than Seo Jia.
As she thought this, a question arose in Eunbyul’s mind.
‘...She called him “Master”...’
It was strange. Everything she had thought so far was that Seo Jia had less money than her. Her family background wasn’t better than hers either. Of course, he didn’t know that she was a daughter of a wealthy family herself.
Appearance was subjective, but, ‘...I’m probably better. Yes. I’m quite pretty, after all.’
Eunbyul began to compare her own face in the mirror with Seo Jia’s. She thought her own hair was longer.
‘It’s a problem because I have to tie it up. But I have to for work...’
She had never compared their ways of speaking, but she considered herself elegant and quiet. In contrast, when she saw Jia earlier, she was full of rage, her voice high-pitched and sharp—she thought it would be exhausting to live with someone like that.
Seo Jia’s eyes seemed bigger, their noses seemed similar, and Eunbyul wondered if Jia’s skin was whiter than hers. Of course, Eunbyul didn’t know that Seo Jia had been wearing light makeup at home ever since her divorce, so she was comparing her own bare face to Jia’s, which was why she couldn’t help but think that way.
She thought she was a bit shorter, but she rationalized that too.
‘Men like women who are a bit short. If you’re tall, you look intimidating. And my shoulders are relatively narrow...’
That was why she was confused. If she was so much better in terms of overall conditions, why did he bring his divorced ex-wife into his home? That was the question.
Of course, if she asked him, she would get the answer. His parents would be furious, and there were various circumstances as mentioned before. As she thought this, she continued to ponder alone.
Aren’t my breasts bigger? she wondered, touching them. Then, suddenly, the situation from a moment ago came to mind, and she blushed, falling deep into thought.
‘...Seriously, he must be good in bed too... I’ve never heard a voice like that... Haa...’
Realizing her underwear was soaked, she suppressed her racing heart as she thought of him. A man who seemed like he wouldn’t do anything like that had changed so much after a few glasses of wine.
‘I love it so much...’
She had been slightly worried that he might be impotent or something, which was why they had no children, but that wasn’t the case. That was why Eunbyul had been able to resolve herself and say to Seo Jia, ‘Maybe you don’t have a baby yet because you can’t accept Senior...’
Eunbyul, thinking perhaps they were sexless, made another resolution.
‘...I’ll do it every day. Every day... Once a day isn’t enough. At least ten times a week... No, more than that. All of it...’
‘I’ll never look at another man. If he holds me with that body, really... I felt like my heart would burst... ♡’
While hearts were blooming in her mind, the taxi arrived in front of her house, and she slowly got out and went inside. She wiped off the kiss marks with makeup from her handbag and walked into the house as if nothing happened, greeting them.
“I’m home~”
“Oh, you’re back?”
Her father, Eun Seongmin, came out after practicing golf in the living room.
“You’re working hard, right? I saw the news.”
“Hehe. What kind of daughter do you think I am~”
“Still, daughter,”
His first thought had been, Why is she obsessed with a divorced man? But after actually meeting Han Suhyun once and feeling his polite manners and eloquent speech, he thought, Perhaps Han Suhyun isn’t the culprit behind the divorce.
So now, he asked, “He’s a divorced man, do you like him that much?”
“You said you liked him too, Dad~”
“I do like him, but, hmm. Anyway, well...”
“Don’t worry. I take after you, Dad, I’m great at judging people. Anyway, Dad. I have a concern.”
—
After caressing his chest, she eventually pulled down his drawers and caressed his manhood. She didn’t know how she had reapplied her lipstick in the meantime, but after taking his manhood between her lips, which shone in the light, she practiced tightening her throat—a technique she had learned at a hotel before—hoping he would wake up. She felt she might need it later. Then she went down and caressed his testicles with her tongue.
‘The expression will be more important for this... because he was looking down at me the whole time...’
Thinking he was watching, she practiced and practiced. It was a hypocritical thought, wanting to relieve him because he must have pent-up stress, but behind that was the thought that if she did this, he would ravish her and do it as much as he hadn’t done until now. Because he had overlapped his body with another woman, she might have thought, ‘Did he sleep with that bitch...?’ but the deep, masculine scent she inhaled proved that wasn’t the case. Or, to be honest, that was just what she wanted to believe.
Opening her eyes prettily, she wore a slightly terrified expression. This was important. If he actually woke up, she would be terrified and, unable to find her pace, would just do as she was told, but she practiced her facial expressions to ensure he wouldn’t feel burdened, even showing a mournful look while evaluating how her lewd acts looked in the mirror by the bed.
Just then, he began to open his eyes slightly, and she, quick-witted, didn’t miss the chance; she quickly put his clothes back on and stood stiffly by the bed.
Then, he opened his eyes, stared blankly for a moment, and turned to the right.
“...”
“Ah, Master...”
Seo Jia stood there as if saying, Please ravish me, while he sat up with an expression that said, What is this? She barely hid her anxious expression, wondering if the alcohol had worn off completely, and as she looked at him, she began to struggle to hide her brightening expression.
“Hey, you fucking bitch.”
“...”
“Who told you to come into my room as you please.”
She stood there for a moment before being grabbed by the collar and thrown onto the bed.