The Convenient Secretary, Eunbyul
Meanwhile, Jia stood there, lost in thought, saying nothing as she watched him—his arm still firmly gripped by Eunbyul. When she finally finished her internal deliberation and wiped away her tears, he had already been completely led astray by Eunbyul. He was in the process of being guided from the sofa toward the master bedroom—or rather, he was moving in a state of near-trance, a completely involuntary motion.
However, "Master," Jia called out. Both of them looked at Jia, who was sitting on the sofa. For a moment, he snapped out of his daze and looked at his lonely ex-wife, but Eunbyul immediately tightened her grip on his arm, urging him to hurry inside, and he began to follow her lead once more.
"There's something you need to check."
He had two phones. One was his personal phone, and the other was for work. He always carried his work phone, but he often left his personal one at home. And she, having installed his personal phone in the master bedroom, had captured everything: Eunbyul moving to seduce him, him sucking on Eunbyul's breasts, and even the gestures and sounds of Eunbyul begging for more.
"...? What is it?"
"....Please, just watch it. And don't be too angry with me."
Regaining his senses, he checked his personal phone as she had instructed. The moment he opened the gallery, he saw a video recording of the master bedroom. It was quite long, and the file size was massive. He sat on the sofa and played the video. While he watched, Eunbyul glared at Jia, her expression suggesting she wanted to strike her for playing such a useless trick, but—
"...."
The video showed the inside of the room. A moment later, he appeared, being supported into the room by Eunbyul while heavily intoxicated. It seemed to be a recording from the very period Eunbyul had described as 'sexual harassment and molestation.'
"Why on earth would you record this...."
"Don't be angry. Just watch until the end, Master."
In the video, he was seen with bloodshot eyes, kissing his secretary while she sat on his lap, leaving hickeys on her neck and collarbone to stimulate her. As he roughly stripped off Eunbyul's blouse and wrapped one arm around her waist, the sound of their wet, sucking kisses echoed through the phone's speaker. It was a provocative, unpleasant, and filthy video—a dark chapter of his life. But then, the phone's speaker picked up a voice:
'Do you keep a cat at home?'
Because the master bedroom door was ajar, Jia had been watching the whole scene, and the video captured Eunbyul speaking as if she knew exactly that she was being watched. Then came Eunbyul asking if his lips tasted good, and him answering that they did. Furthermore—
'The little female cat is secretly spying on me and the General Manager.'
Logically speaking, if this were to fall under the category of sexual harassment or assault, the ex-wife wouldn't have continued to allow herself to be fondled while watching. Yet, in the video, Eunbyul was not only rubbing her skirt against his thighs and rotating her hips—acting like a cat in heat, desperate to be filled—but she was even asking a 'sexual predator' if her lips tasted good.
"Ah, that.... this, this is illegal filming...."
"Setting aside the illegal filming, if you report this, I can prove it's a false accusation. That is, if the 'Master' in the video agrees."
"I didn't give my consent, so what...."
"You just have to tell the judge that this camera was for home security and that you were notified of its existence, right? ....And what business is it of yours anyway?"
Jia’s eyes lit up as if a lightbulb had gone off in her head. She began to speak with the same rapid-fire, highly logical precision that Eunbyul usually employed.
"Ha, what business is it of mine? This is illegal filming. Evidence like this is useless in court...."
"If a burglar breaks into a house and happens to be caught on a camera that was left on, and the burglar is clearly seen stealing jewelry and gold rings—if I show that video to a judge and say, 'This is evidence of the robbery,' will the judge say, 'That video wasn't approved by the burglar, so it cannot be admitted as evidence,' or will he send the burglar to prison?"
Eunbyul’s composure began to crumble.
"And Master, you can just ignore the contents of that contract on the back page. I don't know much about the law, but that’s clearly an unfair and illegal contract. Besides, it looks like that little vixen Eunbyul wanted it all along, doesn't it? Look, she’s the one asking if her lips taste good. Even knowing I was secretly watching, she didn't stop or ask for help. And 'I'm sorry, Master'? Haa.... don't make me laugh. You crazy bitch."
Growing desperate, Eunbyul grabbed his arm tightly, putting on a naive expression and claiming that such videos could easily be fabricated, but his face only twisted in disgust as he watched the footage.
"'Next time, I'll throw you off the balcony'?"
"...."
"I'm thinking of stabbing you to death with a knife. Wouldn't that be faster than throwing you?"
Jia began to corner Eunbyul, as if a boss monster in a game had just taken a short break to fully recover its health. Eunbyul had let her guard down, thinking Seo Jia was a pushover, but now she was effectively defeated, having been hit by a series of counterattacks.
"And Master. I have ovulation test kits in my room. Tell Eunbyul to go get one and use it."
"...Why do you have those at home?"
"I just carried them around. They’re useless now anyway. I’ve definitely had the procedure, so I don't need them anymore."
Jia smiled wickedly while staring straight at Eunbyul. "She looks like she's in heat; isn't it dangerous if she's right before her period? What if you listen to that vixen and something happens, and she gets pregnant?"
Jia marched into the study, retrieved an ovulation test kit, and practically threw it at Eunbyul. Eunbyul glared at Jia—the woman who had just kicked down the tower she had spent so much time building—with a look of pure spite, but then she looked at him.
"Go do it."
"Senior, I’m really safe...."
"Then prove it's a safe day."
With heavy steps, Eunbyul entered the bathroom, locked the door, took out the test kit, and stared at it for a long time. She wondered how she could fake it. She turned on the tap just a little so the sound wouldn't be heard and tried to wet the test strip, but not even a single red line appeared. It had to show at least one line.
"Haa...."
After much deliberation, Eunbyul slowly lowered her skirt and her black lace panties. Her cheeks flushed at the sight of her own wetness, and since she had never done this before, she carefully positioned the test kit between her legs and urinated on it. She wondered if she could get away with it if she used less urine, but—
"....."
One dark red line, one faint red line. Just in case, she checked the back of the test kit, wondering if two lines meant it wasn't the ovulation period, but the back of the box kindly stated that two lines meant a positive result—the ovulation period.
Eunbyul walked out of the bathroom with heavy steps, the test kit in her hand. She wanted to do anything—stab Jia with a knife or throw her off the balcony—because Jia was smiling at her as if she had already read the result.
"If you're done, show me."
"That is, um...."
She tried to say she dropped it in the toilet, but Jia kindly offered, "I have 10 more sets in my room."
"......Will you please shut your mouth?"
"I'm older than you, so you should learn to respect your elders."
For her final act of rebellion, Eunbyul tried to bring up the fact that she didn't have to disclose whether it was a 'dangerous day' or not, as written on the back of the contract, but that too was cut off by Jia.
"Go ahead, take that contract to the police station and tell them you were sexually assaulted."
"...."
"The police would see the video and throw you in jail for false accusation first."
It didn't work. Meanwhile, Jia transferred the video to her own phone and deleted it from his. She shook the phone, showing the thumbnail to Eunbyul—
"....Here."
Eunbyul, looking at Jia with an expression that screamed she wanted to kill her, hesitantly showed the ovulation test kit to him. Since some time had passed, the two red lines were quite clear to his eyes. Eunbyul’s hand holding the test kit was trembling slightly, and Jia said,
"I have a good eye for people, Master. That’s why I married you..."
"....Eunbyul."
"This vixen is pulling strings behind our backs. Isn't that right?"
At the mention of being a 'vixen,' Eunbyul bristled. "B-but, Senior.... General Manager, you can't cast me aside. I’ve done so much work this past week, surely you wouldn't...."
"I'm disappointed."
"No, Senior....."
With the contract rendered almost useless, the means to control or bind him had vanished. Cornered and with nowhere to turn, Eunbyul squeezed her eyes shut, hurriedly sat down next to him, grabbed his arm tightly, and rubbed her chest against him.
"I... I'll get the procedure too....!"
"...."
"But I'll do a different one. I'm really a virgin, so I can't have anything inserted...."
Jia made a face as if she had just eaten something rotten.