[Seo Jia Has Changed]
After being slapped by her father all day, collapsing in her ex-husband’s home, and feeling as if her wrists were about to shatter, she wept, tears dripping onto the floor as she begged. But his expression showed no sign of relenting. She was no longer a precious person to him.
“Just have a replica of that ring made and take it with you. Throw this one away. It’s unpleasant to keep something like this around.”
“Please, I... I’ll really... I’ll give you money. And... I’ll pay you...”
“You have nothing else to offer besides money, do you?”
She knelt, caressing the arm where she had been stepped on, and pleaded with him. But at his follow-up, he arched one brow, speaking as if he had lost all interest.
“You can ravage me whenever you want...”
“It’s tasteless.”
“...What...?”
“How many times do I have to say it? It’s tasteless. It’s not fun. I’ve told you repeatedly that I don’t want to do it with you.”
He wasn’t even treating her like a person anymore; he was treating her like food. If he had said that while she was in her right mind, she—the only daughter of a fairly prominent family—would have been furious, demanding to know what kind of rude talk that was. But this wasn’t the time for such thoughts. Besides, it felt as though she had been almost entirely abandoned by her family.
She continued to agonize, muttering to herself, before her expression brightened slightly.
“Ah, you... you liked babies. It’s okay if I have a baby. I’ll take a break from work. Okay? I’ll give birth and raise it well. The ring...”
“A kid that looks like you is an exception. I don’t like it.”
“...”
“Get out now.”
Yet, she didn’t give up. That posture of hers.
“I’ll... I’ll quit my job. I don’t mind living like a beggar. I’ll just take the ring and the scarf,”
“Don’t take the scarf either. Now that I think about it, that pisses me off. I was going to throw it away tomorrow, but you’d just take it and keep it, wouldn’t you?”
“Ah.........”
Regret for her slip of the tongue. If she had just stayed quiet, she could have at least taken the scarf.
He decided it was past midnight and time to kick her out.
“We’re done here. Let’s go.”
He no longer embraced her; he grabbed her by the clothes and tried to drag her out. Then, she appeared like a madwoman, screaming and grabbing his legs, refusing to let go.
“I don’t, I don’t want to die... Please! Please, just, I...”
“You really look like a lunatic. I’m seriously considering whether I should send you to a mental hospital...”
“No, I’m not crazy. I... I really...”
Seeing her in a state where she couldn’t even speak properly stirred a flicker of pity, but it vanished as quickly as it had come. After all, nothing would change regardless.
He dragged her toward the entrance again. She didn’t care if her clothes were being ruined by the floor; she kept clinging to him, begging him not to kick her out, pleading to be allowed to stay at least in the foyer.
“Now that I see it, the ring wasn’t the goal—staying in the house was. Hey, Seo Jia.”
“...”
“Go to your own home. This isn’t your house anymore. It’s mine.”
He crouched slightly and looked at her as she buried her head, clutching his legs tightly. How had she fallen this far? Even when they left the courthouse after the divorce, she had been holding up quite well. Of course, she had been trying her best to pretend she was fine, only to be unable to contain her sorrow the moment she got into the car.
She had stubbornly clung to a single sadistic whim and ended up getting hit with a divorce; it was no wonder the shock was this great. And he didn’t even know that fact. Everything was coming to an end. She was being kicked out of the house.
While she was slumped on the floor, she realized he had rummaged through her bag. He must have retrieved her key card. Once she left, she couldn’t come back. Ever. If she wanted to see him, she would have to fight through all the security at his company headquarters. That was impossible.
Then, only one thing remained.
“....”
According to her original plan, she would go home. Take a clean shower. In her will, she would write that she was sorry for being a burden to her mother and father, that they shouldn’t pity her even in death, and that everything happened because of her own faults. She had committed an unforgivable sin against her ex-husband. She would write that if she could go back to that time, she wouldn’t have done it, and that she was grateful to everyone. Then, she would swallow every single one of the sleeping pills left on the nightstand. After that, she would drift into sleep. She had thought she could die without pain.
However, she—a woman who wanted to see all her plans through—found that she no longer wanted to act according to that plan, which went against her very nature. The moment she had encountered him again, even for a brief second, the plan had crumbled. She couldn’t possibly die and leave him behind. The thought that she wanted to die in his arms, even if she had to die, had become overwhelming.
Just then, a thought flashed through her mind. At the same time, the things he had said formed a continuous string of sentences.
“I don’t like weird sex either,”
“The sex with you isn’t fun.”
“It feels like you’re doing it against your will.”
“It’s tasteless.”
‘Then... couldn’t I just do the opposite?’
He had to get her out. He had been kind enough to let her stay this long; any other man would have called the police. But she showed no signs of leaving. She kept sobbing until, at some point, she curled her body up and let go of his legs. It was clear she had given up.
And as she slowly moved to stand, he nodded, thinking, *Good, now get out.* Dying was a pity, but if she had chosen to do so, he wouldn’t stop her. He would speak as kindly as possible—saying he was sorry for getting angry and that he hoped she would live well without dying—and then, once he kicked her out and locked the door, it would be over...
But then.
“If... if I do everything you want... could you let me stay here...?”
What the fuck is she saying?
“I can do well with my mouth, and... whatever you want to do to me, I’ll do it all...”
No, I told you it’s fine.
“You wanted to do it roughly, right? I... I can do that, too. I... I actually like that kind of thing.”
No, I don’t like that anymore? You’re doing this again, just listen to my situation...
“Just... do whatever you want. Anytime... do it to me whenever you need to... you don’t even have to use... condoms. I’ll take care of everything...”
Slowly, she stood up and caressed her lower abdomen. With her other hand, she clutched her chest, approaching him slowly. Her cheeks were flushed a deep, vibrant red. He wondered if she had truly gone insane beyond the point of no return, but then, she stood on her tiptoes and whispered into his ear:
“You can cum inside my pussy without stopping. How about it... Master?”
— Ah, what is this situation?
“I like everything. Whenever you want.”
“I’m not asking to get back together. Just use me however you want.”
“Just let me stay here. I’ll go to my own place very occasionally.”
“Housework... it costs money if you hire someone. I’ll do all of that.”
“I’ll quit my job, too. You don’t have to give me any money. I’ll do it for free. Just let me stay here.”
As if she were possessed, the moment he heard her whisper, time seemed to accelerate. He sat on the sofa, staring straight ahead with a dazed expression, while she quickly finished all the housework so he wouldn’t have anything to worry about. Unable to wipe away her embarrassed expression, she bit her lower lip slightly, approached him cautiously, and slowly sat facing him on his lap.
“...So, what is this right now...”
“Today isn’t a dangerous day. ...Even if it were a dangerous day, it’s fine. If a baby comes, I’ll raise it well on my own.”
“No, that’s not the problem,”
“I’ll get an Implanon as soon as the sun rises tomorrow. If you want, I can get a loop, too.”
Her eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed even redder. The lipstick she had applied—he didn’t know when—looked provocative. As he watched her, placing her hands softly on his shoulders and uttering those words,
“Getting both would be safer..., no, wait.”
Her facial expressions changed quite rapidly. Of course, that was a fact he had learned for the first time today. So, the moment he said, “Wait,” she widened her eyes quickly, pursed her lips slightly, and leaned in even closer to him—
“Why? We can do it right now.”
Teacher, that’s not it, please calm down...
“I won’t hold back my moans anymore. Since you don’t like it... I’ll let it all out.”
“I won’t hold back when I feel like I’m going to come, either. You liked it when I came... okay? How about it?”
“You can ravage me however you want, even while I’m sleeping. I think I’d like that so much.”
“What part of me do you like? From now on, no, anytime. Always. You can keep doing it.”
“No. I’ll serve you...”
Having said everything she wanted to say on her own, she suddenly slipped off his lap, placed her hands on his legs, and quietly said, “Excuse me,” before spreading them slightly. Then, she knelt properly between his legs on the floor below the sofa.
“Naturally, I, your bitch, should serve you...? I made a mistake. As a slave, I was waiting for you to do it... I’m so sorry.”
Then, she pulled down his pants without any permission, and as she slid down his boxers, his member sprang out and tapped her cheek. She, who would have normally worn an expression of utter disgust, said:
“Hee, just looking at it... ah, hnnng... the scent is so good, Master... to have this in my mouth, ah, what do I do...♡”
Why, fuck, why is she suddenly drifting like this...?