[A Dream of Entanglement]
The dream progressed rapidly. Suhyun wasn't sure if he had actually visited a hospital or not, but hearing the woman's voice again—her tone filled with a genuine, bubbling happiness—he felt a sense of relief. He realized there was no need to be tense, and he slowly began to loosen the muscles he had been keeping coiled.
"...It's my first time looking at an ultrasound photo. I've never even seen anyone else's..."
"This is the baby... between you and me, Vice President..."
"....Ah, I'm so happy... Thinking that this is the fruit of our love, my heart is racing..."
He said something in response, but he couldn't grasp what his dream-self was saying. Instead, as if he had said something sweet, the woman leaned softly into his embrace and whispered that she loved him—slowly, for a long time, in a way that left a mark on his heart. Then, she began speaking about something else he couldn't quite follow.
"I'll tell my father myself. He said he thinks highly of you, and since this is the path I've chosen... he's not the type to make a fuss."
Who is her father?
"You don't have to be too terrified of my father. He has a great deal of affection for you... You just need to give him some lip service about not letting him down. I'm satisfied with just that. I'll always stand behind you, Vice President, and be your reliable backup."
The scene shifted again. This time, he was face-to-face in what looked like a hallway with a woman whose voice he had never heard before, and whose hair fell to her shoulders—a woman who stood exactly as tall as he was. To the real Suhyun, she was a stranger, but in the dream, he greeted her as if they were acquaintances. And from her...
"...Must have been fun. What on earth were you two talking about, hugging your secretary like that?"
What's with that tone? I greeted her so politely... She sounded completely hostile toward him. However, she continued,
"Let's go inside and talk for a moment. I have things to say, too."
Perhaps because it was a dream, there was a conference room right next to them. As she pulled the curtains shut and told him to take a seat, he wondered if she held a higher position than him, though she didn't look that old. Still, he sat down as she instructed.
"You're impressive. I mean, I noticed. That I would be the last one."
"..."
"This is why I really hate chaebols... I can't stand arrogant people."
Does she just hate me?
"My contribution was the greatest in resolving your only flaw."
"And yet, you can treat me like this? I naturally thought I would be your first priority."
The woman continued her monologue.
"Your trauma. The thing you were struggling with and couldn't even touch. I specifically took care of it because you begged me so hard. Yes, other employees helped you too. I didn't even study mechanical engineering, after all. But isn't this too much? You even went as far as to —- and —- so that I could ——, and you even made it possible to ——. I don't understand why you don't think about me."
"Well, fine. I can understand that my first impression was a bit prickly. I feel sorry about that, too. But that doesn't mean you have to act like this until now, does it? Above all, I... I did everything you asked for. Even when you asked to ——, and while we were —-, I —- and —- and —- so that I could ——... I was embarrassed, it was filthy, I felt humiliated... I was annoyed, but I did it all."
He had no idea what she was talking about. It was a dream, but he wondered if his brain was struggling to generate memories that didn't exist, making the audio garbled. He felt like he didn't understand the words or their meaning. But the woman kept going.
"I'm different from your other women."
"I won't be clingy. You know that, don't you? My personality. I'm cool. I'm refreshing."
"I'm sorry for hating successful people, especially chaebols, and Eunbyul. But you listened to all my grievances, didn't you? That psycho bitch, Eunbyul, she ——ed me when I was young. With that innocent face. Pretending it was nothing. As if it were natural. That's why I had no choice but to spend more time in the hospital. I even mentioned it at the drinking party the other day. You remember, right?"
He didn't know what she meant. But he knew one thing clearly: this woman in his dream hated Eunbyul. But what was the story? Eunbyul made a mistake when she was young? Did she know Eunbyul?
"Honestly, I think my prejudice against what you did was wrong. It's true that I was very surprised. I saw you throw yourself into a hopeless department because you begged so hard, and I saw the effort you put in while working. Your research... it looked sincere. You were quite passionate. So, I admit my initial image of you was bad. But not anymore."
"Honestly, I think you'll win a Nobel Prize within the next 20 years. Usually, the Chemistry Prize is awarded a few years after a discovery is revealed. Whether it's truly problem-free, usable, and changes human history is something that will be revealed from now on. ...That's why I bought a car, too. One that uses the —- you created. Seeing that it's still running, it didn't explode. It's good. No exhaust gas... and it seems to have good acceleration and fuel efficiency."
The woman continued her story.
"Sorry, I have a lot on my mind. But you know that I'm not the type to show my true feelings to you... and that there's almost no chance for that."
"Honestly, I'm very clumsy. This is the first time I've treated a man as a romantic interest. Even in the dorms with several men when I was studying abroad, I just slept well. I think I'm pretty, but I didn't want to meet men."
"So... ...I had to drink to talk about it, but now, I want to... I want to be greedy, too."
Greedy for what? Wait, don't be greedy, let's take it step by step...
"I want to spend more nights with you. I want to have sex with you."
Shit, again?
"I pretended to be experienced, but you know, it was obvious that I was a beginner... And it was much better than I expected. ...I can't even focus on my research or work. You made me like this. All day long... I only imagine myself crying while being impaled by that massive cock of yours. Just like you begged me, I begged you because I wanted to receive your seed inside me after hearing what Eunbyul said. The feeling of doing it without a condom is on a different level, so I wish you wouldn't use that rubber anymore."
"I'm not doing this to you because I have some scheme. You know that, right? Calling a Vice President who is way above me 'you,' and even calling your name. That's the kind of person I am. I just take my salary, and as long as I don't get fired, that's enough. You looked at me favorably... and I worked hard, so I became a Center Head. But I didn't feel that good even after the promotion. When performance bonuses and salaries go up, the numbers hitting my bank account are just numbers, aren't they?"
"I used to feel good when I was recognized by the organization, but... after feeling your body... after knowing what a man's taste is like, those things don't catch my eye anymore."
It was all gibberish, and he had no idea how his brain was outputting such a dream, but he couldn't wake up. Still. So, all he could do was try to force this dream into his memory as much as possible. The problem was that there was too much content, and the fact that it all seemed important made it even more problematic.
"...I want to live in your house, too."
"..."
"Surprisingly, I hear a lot that I'm good at living on my own. Since my parents live in the provinces, I've been living alone in Seoul since I was twenty. ...It's not that I'm trying to save money. If you want, I'll even pay rent. Instead," the woman in front of him clenched her fists, sighed deeply, and said,
"...Since you made me into this kind of body, take responsibility. ...I want to have more of your genes in my body, and I've started wanting to raise a baby that looks like you. I won't ask you to marry me. Anyway... we already —-. I didn't wish for it, though. I think I can manage well enough so the baby doesn't cry. Sometimes... I'd like it if you helped, though."
However, his dream-self remained silent, and the woman raised her voice as if she were angry.
"Why, are you still not satisfied? Is it because I'm so rude? I couldn't help it either...! It happened because Eunbyul, that bitch, tries to crush people with money. ...I know you're a good person. There are many things that make me laugh when I'm with you. You're a good person. A cool, wonderful man... someone who makes me feel like I want to possess you."
"If time permits, please get me pregnant."
He didn't know what this meant either... He was already struggling to organize what he had heard so far, and now another woman had come along, dropping a bombshell by asking him to get her pregnant while she was alone.
"That... what was it? The tabby cat? You can film a romance with that woman. Instead, hah... yeah, Eunbyul told me to say it like that."
What are you babbling about? Stop for a second. Hey, hey!
"...I'll treat you as my Master. Treat me as a cum-dumpster. I'll act like we have no relationship at work. Even to your parents. And to others. If I get pregnant, I'll just say we got married early before —- and that I'm pregnant now. I'll make up an excuse like that. I won't ask for money after giving birth. I'm going to keep working."
"Do you even hate hearing the word 'Master'? Say something, Han Suhyun. You... you crazy bastard, you made me like this. Now, if I don't have sex for even one day, I feel like I'm going to die from the itch. ...I produce so much fluid, I have to wear a sanitary pad every day..."
Even then, he said nothing, and eventually, the woman approached him. It was slightly terrifying, but she seemed so angry that he felt he should appease her. However, his dream-self said nothing, as if watching a common sight. The woman pulled out the chair next to him and said,
"...Fuck, are you telling me to show you...! Here, are you telling me to show you here?"
No, wait. I didn't say anything?
"You crazy pervert, ha... really, you... ...Fine, for now, I... I need you. Yeah. You must want to see it that much. Every time I saw you, I was on edge, calling you an incompetent bastard, saying you were pathetic, saying the company would be in danger if I kept someone like you as an executive—but now, I get wet just by smelling your scent. ...."
....? It seemed like this woman and he were also on bad terms. But why...
"Is it good to touch...? Haa, really... they say handsome guys are worse, shit... but you're really fucking good at touching... Who told you to look at me being wet, who told you to touch me, ugh- ugh, ungh. ...Aang, it's good, ah♡"
She seemed to be a woman who was good at cursing, too. Added one more thing he knew. ....But did this woman have the personality to drift... to bounce the car while driving...?