The Price of Obsession
"Don't give me that. You should be betting something I’d actually want."
"What does it matter what I bet? It’s not like I even needed to bet anything in the first place. And besides... you're the one who told me to do it."
While they bickered, he stood before the bed, slowly climbed up, and sat down. The two women lay back, carefully peeling off their underwear. For Eunbyul, this was the first time she was exposing her most intimate parts to the man who was, and had to be, her first and last love. For Seo Jia, even though it was a place she only ever showed to him, the reality of having another woman right beside her, being compared, was so humiliating that she couldn't help but be cautious.
"...."
Perhaps they were both incredibly aroused; a thick, sweet scent of fruit emanated from them. He acted as if it were a chore, telling them to spread their legs quickly, but he was merely feigning annoyance to hide his own rising excitement. The two women hesitated, exchanged glances, and then slowly spread their legs at the same time.
"Can you... see it well, Executive Director?"
"Master, this is... it's a bit much, please hurry..."
Eunbyul was... pink. Unlike Seo Jia, whose pubic hair was almost non-existent, Eunbyul had a small patch of hair slightly above the clitoris, with the area below it sparse enough that a trim would make it perfectly fine. He brought his hand—washed and sanitized—to the area, gently spreading Eunbyul’s folds to get a better look inside.
"Don't... stare too hard..."
"If I don't, I can't check properly."
"Check... what exactly?"
"The membrane... surrounding it..."
He used both hands to pull back the labia majora to get a clearer view, revealing pink flesh clinging to the entrance of the vagina. There were several small holes in the membrane. Once he confirmed that, it was Seo Jia’s turn.
"...Please, just look at me."
"Then who else is supposed to look at this?"
"...It's embarrassing. Just be quiet and look... Ah, that... that wasn't a command. Master."
Since she was waxed, he could spread her without issue and see everything easily. Indeed, there was no flesh left in Seo Jia’s most precious place. Or if there was, it was very little. It was only natural, considering how many times he had pounded her.
He looked only that long, then said, "That’s enough. Everyone, sit up."
"Master, are you going to kick me out now..."
"Eunbyul appears to be a virgin."
There were things like hymenoplasty and other ways to manipulate the situation, but for now, this was how he had to verify it. However, if he were to act as if he didn't trust her and tell her to go get a medical check-up for STDs...
"Sure. Then you can go see the results at the Seocho Police Station. I'll go get tested."
That was a likely response. So he said it, and Eunbyul nodded as if it were only natural, then looked at Seo Jia.
"...."
"Whether you see him or not from now on, don't pay any more attention to it."
Seo Jia, for whom Eunbyul was no longer just a problem, realized she shouldn't care who her ex-husband met from now on. She should have realized that long ago, but all her efforts to prevent him from doing so had gone up in smoke, and now she had practically turned on a fan in a burning house. She looked at him with a look of despair, but—
"...Well, I don't have any intention of doing that, but since you said so, I have no choice."
"Master, no... no, this is...! No... it's not like that, please, really, please? Master, what are you..."
Eunbyul, enjoying the look on Jia’s face, leaned in close to him and whispered. It wasn't a whisper, though; it was loud enough for Jia to hear every word.
"Then, would you like to take my virginity now?"
"...."
"Haha, look at how flustered she is... I'm just kidding. Unlike some people, I'm not an easy woman!"
With that, Eunbyul glanced at Jia, wrapped her arms softly around his neck, and looked up at him.
"Touch the Implanon I had inserted."
"...It's a bit hard."
"I thought it would be uncomfortable, but it seems to be getting better as time goes by."
"Will you be okay?"
"What do you mean? If the Senior wants to be safe, this much is..."
Jia, thinking that he hadn't said such things to her because he was drunk when she told him about the Mirena—and that he would have said the same to her if he hadn't been intoxicated—barely managed to rationalize it to herself while glaring daggers at Eunbyul, who was nestled in his arms. If she was a virgin, she should have just said so clearly; why did she have to make things difficult for her by telling her to bet something at the end? Vowing to get her revenge, she stood up from her seat.
"Where are you going, Seo Jia?"
"Forget it. Go ahead and touch and play with other women. I'm going to... clean my room."
— In the end, just as Eunbyul wanted, inside the master bedroom, the only place where only he and Jia could lie down, he caressed Eunbyul’s breasts once more. Since she wasn't wearing panties, when Eunbyul, having regained her senses, got up, there were wet traces left on the sheets beneath her hip marks. Eunbyul smiled faintly.
"...It's because you're so good at it, really... too good."
"I just did it."
"..."
Before leaving the room, Eunbyul noticed there was no sound from outside. She turned back, her expression suddenly serious, and gave him some advice.
"Senior, listen to me carefully."
"....?"
"You're thinking that you want that woman, Seo Jia, to leave, aren't you?"
That was true.
"You know better than anyone that she's not the type to report you for something like that."
Well, he wasn't so sure about that.
"If you keep acting like you're on good terms with me, wouldn't that crazy bitch eventually get so frustrated that she leaves the house on her own? I've stepped on her so hard that she probably doesn't think she can kick me out. She talked back a bit earlier, but... you can't kick the Senior out, can you? She has to leave of her own volition."
Only then did he understand a little. Why she kept trying to attach herself to Seo Jia, why she clung to him so excessively. Eunbyul was finally explaining the reason. It seemed that his comment at the cafe about wanting her to leave had really struck a chord with Eunbyul. However...
'...Well, the process is strange, but isn't this not so bad...?'
From his perspective, it actually seemed better to keep Seo Jia and Eunbyul together. They could keep each other in check. It was a bit noisy, but it was clear that as time passed, they would grow tired of each other and stop trying to pick fights. Furthermore, by changing the structure where Seo Jia had him all to herself, he could suppress Jia’s episodes by giving her the constant reminder that he could attach himself to another woman at any moment. She wouldn't cling to him asking for things anymore, she wouldn't overdo it, and she would listen to his words even more faithfully.
Because, "I'm smart, right?"
Because he had her. If he said he was going to attach himself to her, Jia would surely come running to him like a dog that had lost its master, whining and begging him not to do it, unable to say a word. On the other hand, Eunbyul had a strong tendency to try and dominate him if left alone. A very strong tendency. Even though she was rational and calculating in all matters for a woman, whenever she stood before him, she would use any means necessary—acting in a frustratingly despicable way, even showing a bit of a swindler's temperament—to try and link herself to him. Things like contracts or threats were proof of that. However, when Seo Jia was placed next to him and they were in a three-way confrontation, a clear-headed Seo Jia would pinpoint Eunbyul’s weaknesses and stab at them relentlessly. And Eunbyul was the type to crumble helplessly, unable to offer a single counterargument to such things. Eunbyul seemed to gaslight more frequently, but the depth of it couldn't compare to Seo Jia. That was why they could keep each other in check.
"No, you keep crossing the line, and I don't like it."
So, all he could do now was keep suppressing both of their personalities. Continuously, steadily. Since two women—neither of whom lacked anything and were both decent—well, Seo Jia’s personality was ruined so he couldn't call her decent, but her conditions were good—were both so in love with him. It was even more of a problem because they both claimed that money wasn't the issue, and that fame or promotions weren't the issue, but that it was only because of 'sex'.
"...That, I, Senior..."
"Stop crossing the line. I'll let it slide today, but it's rude to just barge into the house like this and cause a scene."
"I was wrong. I'm sorry. I... I just thought you'd like it if I did that..."
"...Right. I know that, but it's too radical. Don't do that."
Sunday hadn't even arrived yet, but he was already feeling like he was going to go insane. Not only was he reeling from the shock of realizing he was a mad sadist who liked to pin women down and abuse them whenever he drank, but his secretary, Eunbyul, had barged into his house in the morning, shown his ex-wife a contract she had accidentally written, and on top of that, they had screamed and fought to their hearts' content.
"Yes..."
Finally, as if to prove she wouldn't lose in the competition, Eunbyul had returned after having a contraceptive device implanted in her body without a moment's hesitation. And at the very end, he had even proven with his own mouth that his secretary was a virgin by comparing the two women's genitalia. With all these things happening in such a short time, he felt like he was going to lose his mind.