I’m a Married Woman. A Married Woman.
“For this price range, this is a truly excellent listing. It’s on a high floor, too. And the number of rooms is good.”
As the realtor explained, she smiled at the sight of Song Hoon staring out the window and opened it a crack.
“There aren’t any tall buildings right around here blocking the air, so the breeze comes through nicely.”
Sure enough, once the window was open, a cool wind brushed through his hair.
“You said the deposit is four hundred million won, right?”
“Yes. With all the jeonse fraud cases going around these days, the deposit prices have come down a bit. It should really be five hundred million.”
He liked it. The location wasn’t bad either. It was far enough from the company to feel separate, but still convenient for commuting.
There were plenty of shops nearby, too.
“Let’s go ahead and sign for this one.”
“That’s the right decision.”
The realtor clenched a fist, pleased with the customer who seemed picky but made quick decisions.
“I’d like to move as soon as possible, though.”
“Leave that to me. The landlord’s been worried about the place sitting vacant for too long anyway. I’ll get the dates arranged as quickly as I can. We should be able to set your moving day within a week.”
He’d changed his car, and now he’d changed his home, too.
The environment surrounding him was shifting little by little. Enough that he could feel it clearly.
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It didn’t end at the house.
“It’ll take about a month. The fabric is imported directly from the UK, and it’s all hand-tailored.”
He had several suits made at a tailor shop in Seoul. Even if he usually dressed casually, there were absolutely going to be places where he needed to look sharp enough that no one would underestimate him.
“Heh… dropping over twenty million won on suits alone.”
After paying in one shot, he left the tailor shop and headed to an electronics store.
“When it comes to electronics, bigger is better.”
He had to buy everything from scratch—TV, refrigerator, washing machine, even the bed.
Some of the things in the old place had been included as options, but in the end, the whole place was just too worn out.
Of course, he didn’t spend all the money at once. He’d split roughly four hundred million won between two dividend stocks with a five percent payout and put it all in there.
And then, while he was in the middle of shopping in preparation for the move—
The long-silent pings stirred to life.
“Just the two of us… Guess I should use up the last of my points once.”
He intended to kill it absolutely, without leaving a trace.
Absolutely.
***
“Ugh, seriously. I said I was sorry.”
Yoon-jun let out a sigh and scratched his head hard enough to make his scalp sound it.
“How many times is this now? How can you start smoking again the very day after the wedding?”
But the hurt that had already flared up in her refused to cool so easily.
“And I told you not to touch anything with those smoking hands, and you never listen!”
The foul smell of cigarettes she’d noticed the last time she’d taken his cock into her mouth during the housewarming still seemed to linger in her mouth, leaving it rough and unpleasant.
“I know. I’ll smoke, then wash up after.”
“So you’re not saying you won’t smoke, you’re saying you’ll smoke and then wash up?”
There was no talking to him.
Whatever the conversation, he could at least say he’d cut down, or that he wouldn’t smoke anymore, if only to placate her.
And that wasn’t all. Lately, he’d been staying up all night gaming, only to fall asleep alone in bed.
In fact, it had already been over a week, nearly two, since they’d last slept together. His excuse was that he was tired. From gaming.
Everyone else is all aflame in their honeymoon. What the hell is this?
No, even when they tried to have sex, the cigarette stink on his breath and at the tip of his nose had made her gag more than once.
And now he was doing this right when her sex drive was ramping up in the days before her period, which only made her irritation worse.
“You don’t have a shred of consideration. No touching me starting today.”
“Aaaah… Hyejeong~”
As Yoon-jun grinned stupidly and wrapped an arm around her waist, trying to slip a hand under her clothes, An Hyejeong brushed him off coldly and went into the room to change.
“Where do you think you’re going!”
“Go think about it by yourself! Whether you’re going to keep smoking and leave me alone or what.”
“Hey! An Hyejeong! An Hyejeong! Hyejeong!”
She slammed the door shut on the desperate calls behind her. This was her chance to fix his habits once and for all.
“Haaah.”
Now that she’d actually left the house, she hadn’t really decided where to go.
She couldn’t exactly go back to her parents’ place and tell them she’d already started fighting with her husband this soon after the wedding.
So she sat on a park bench, mindlessly scrolling through her messenger screen, until a profile caught her eye and she tapped it.
“What are you doing today? Wanna grab a drink, just the two of us?”
And the moment she sent the message and clicked the profile photo—
“Ah, right.”
The memory of that housewarming party came rushing back, and her face went hot. She was just about to cancel the message in a panic when—
Song Hoon: Sure. What time?
At the immediate reply, she let out a long breath and shook her head.
“Well, it’s just a light drink anyway. If I have a few with dinner and go home around evening, Jun-i should have cooled off by then.”
Ignoring her husband’s endless missed calls and messages, she called Song Hoon.
***
“You ordered ahead?”
“Of course. I set everything up already. Did Jun-i go on a business trip or something?”
It was early evening, not even fully dark yet, when An Hyejeong stepped into the bar in a fairly plain outfit: denim shorts and a slightly loose white T-shirt.
Plain as it was, Song Hoon still felt his lower half grow heavy.
“Pfft. Don’t even get me started. That damn smoking of his.”
When he asked her a question, she only kept sighing.
“Smoking again?”
“Exactly. Can’t he just stop smoking already?”
She grumbled and downed a shot of soju in one go.
“Slow down, slow down. You’ll be drunk in no time. You still have to go home.”
Song Hoon pretended to stop her and poured her another glass.
“Home? Hah. Yeah, I have to go back eventually. I wish he’d sober up and come to his senses. I’ve told him that a million times, but can’t he quit smoking? Why are men like this, seriously?”
“Sorry, but I’m a non-smoker.”
He chuckled and clinked his glass against hers. She seemed truly furious, because she kept tossing back every drink he poured without hesitation.
“You better never smoke. Girlfriends hate it.”
“That’s only true if you have a girlfriend in the first place, isn’t it?”
Maybe because he was finally in the situation he wanted, even Song Hoon found the alcohol going down sweetly. That made two empty soju bottles already.
“Anyway, enough about Jun-i. So you’re not seeing anyone these days?”
“I’m thinking of taking a break for a while. I’ve got moving stuff to deal with, too.”
“You’re moving?”
An Hyejeong’s eyes sparkled at the rapidly changing updates in Song Hoon’s life.
“I bought a new car, too.”
“Whoa, a new car too? What happened to the penny-pinching miser I knew?”
“Guess that black guy made a huge impression on you, huh? Song Hoon moving and buying a new car, of all things.”
At the word black guy, which slipped naturally from her mouth, An Hyejeong’s face turned red for an instant.
“Geonjae said it himself. Once a woman goes to a black guy, she can never come back. Ugh. And it’s not like I was lacking anything.”
He salted the conversation with just the right amount of dirty teasing, making sure An Hyejeong had no choice but to remember that day at the housewarming.
“Pfft. Black guy’s a black guy. Anyway, he was better than yours, so that’s why you cheated, right?”
Maybe because she was already fairly drunk, An Hyejeong tossed back even the filthiest sex jokes without batting an eye.
“Ha, seriously! I can’t even show you this thing and talk about it.”
“You’ve got no shame talking like that to a married woman!”
An Hyejeong burst into laughter and kept smacking his forearm.
At some point, the angle between them, though they’d been facing one another, kept narrowing. It became ninety degrees, then forty-five, until their shoulders were practically touching.
“Let’s go for round two! Round two! Drink tonight! We’re drinking!”
It was barely 7 p.m. Maybe because she was already well into her first round of drinks.
Or maybe because of the liberating rush she was feeling after so long, An Hyejeong shouted with excitement and called for round two.
“Deal! Round two means chicken and beer!”
“Now you’re talking!”
From a barbecue joint to a chicken place to an izakaya, they moved the party from one spot to the next, and before long the night had passed 10 p.m.
“Hey, hey, your phone’s ringing.”
“Hmph! I’m not answering!”
At the karaoke room for round four, An Hyejeong flipped over the phone as Yoon-jun called, grabbed the microphone, and belted out a song with all her might.
“She’s having a blast. Really having a blast.”
Beside An Hyejeong, who was stomping and dancing like she meant to burn off every last bit of stress she’d been carrying, Song Hoon shook a tambourine in time.
Drunk and swaying with the alcohol, she still didn’t stop dancing or singing.
“Wahaha! This is great!”
And when the song ended—
Just as An Hyejeong was gulping down beer and about to sit, the alcohol suddenly hit hard; she staggered and collapsed right onto Song Hoon’s lap.
“Ugh—”
With An Hyejeong sitting down hard on his already swollen cock, Song Hoon buried his face against her back, gritting through the pain as it surged through him.
But An Hyejeong was just as flustered. Whether or not she’d staggered down onto his lap was the smaller issue. What mattered was the thing pressing into her thigh, poking at it insistently.
“Haaah.”
When Song Hoon’s movement, writhing in pain, made that swollen thing jab a little higher than her thigh, the moan that slipped out of her suddenly changed the mood.
“O-oh! We need to sing the next one.”
As the next song started naturally, An Hyejeong tried to get up and escape the situation—
Thump.
Song Hoon caught her wrist and pulled her back down onto his lap.
“Hey, what are you doing? I’m a married woman. A married woman.”
But he didn’t answer her. Instead, he tensed his lower body and ground his cock upward.
“Nngh.”
When that thing once again pressed into the area between her legs, An Hyejeong bit her finger to hold back the sound that followed, a thin moan muddied by alcohol.
“Hey… are you, like, insane?”
Despite her words, she didn’t leap up from her seat. Instead, she shivered violently and bit her finger again, unable to steady herself.
The warm breath brushing her back. The huge thing pressing into her lower body.
And then Song Hoon’s rough hand suddenly seizing her breast made her lose what little composure she had left.