The Heir's Defiance
Movie over, lights about to come up, and my wife swiftly changed her pad. We watched people file out of the theater one by one, trying to calm the lingering excitement that hadn't faded. The clock read 4:30 p.m. We still had two hours before meeting my parents. Even on a weekday afternoon, this theme park—Asia's largest landmark, drawing tourists from abroad—meant we'd be lucky to ride just one or two attractions with typical wait times. But with the unlimited card from the organization, we could snag an expensive all-access pass and have plenty of fun without rushing.
Now it was really time to ditch that Seo Yun-jae guy. But this time, he hooked his arm tightly through mine and dragged us toward a coffee shop.
"Hyungnim! Just one quick coffee, I swear. I won't cling anymore."
He stared at me with eyes brimming with desperate tears.
"Haa… Fine, thirty minutes max. We need time for the rides."
That time in the theater—it felt like we'd pulled off some twisted threesome. Had some weird camaraderie formed? I couldn't bring myself to shove him off coldly. Pretending to give in, I shuffled toward the counter to order.
Seo Yun-jae glanced at my wife's eyes, then spoke without hesitation.
"Two iced Americanos and two slices of whipped cream cake, please. What about you, hyungnim?"
I blanked out for a second. He'd read her preferences perfectly from a look alone. And here I was, her husband, still clueless about her coffee choice… That strange jealousy flared again. Whatever their exact relationship, they'd clearly spent a lot of time together. My wife and I had endured that hellish period side by side too—but only watching from afar. We knew nothing about each other's likes or dislikes.
"Iced Americano for me too…"
Whispering in some inexplicable defeat, I reached for the organization's card to pay. Seo Yun-jae insisted on treating us and shooed us to find a seat. My wife linked arms with me and led me over. She gave me an apologetic look.
"Kanghan… sorry."
I didn't hate the guy either. There was something oddly likable about him, so I shook my head, saying it was fine. He came back beaming, tray in hand with coffees and cake. The moment he sat, he dove right back into chattering excitedly with my wife. I finally asked what had been bugging me.
"So, how the hell did you two even meet?"
He answered casually.
"I was a third-time examinee, but noona took care of me, and I got into Seoul University."
"Ah…"
Puzzle pieces clicked in my head.
"Wait, are you Chairman Seo Jeong-gil's…?"
Seo Yun-jae nodded. That old man in the bride's waiting room, bragging about how his son started studying and made it to Seoul U after getting my wife as a reward. I knew exactly who he was. Back when I was the youngest composer at Erebos Entertainment, I was just one of his countless subsidiary employees. Chairman Seo Jeong-gil of the Cheokang Group. The bastard who'd given my wife a bottle of semen mixed with piss as a wedding gift.
This whole place was his domain. He controlled every industry tied to "play"—theme parks that always flopped domestically until his sharp instincts turned them into nationwide hits by playing to local flavors. Now they were unique landmarks drawing international tourists. His parks were expanding across Asia. He owned the country's top department store and theaters, drama and film production companies, and even Erebos, where my wife and I worked.
And this spot was more than business to him—a massive empire sprawled across 100,000 pyeong smack in Gangnam, Seoul. Amusement park, theaters, department store, concert hall—all Asia's biggest.
Seo Yun-jae recounted his story matter-of-factly. He was his father's late child, born at fifty to a new wife after the first one's death. Hard to believe he came from that bearish, fierce-looking chairman—stunning looks, IQ 160, natural athleticism, chaebol youngest son privilege. Nothing lacking. Crowds around him always, women galore. Life handed him everything on a platter, so it bored him. No interest in succession; he just wanted to coast on dividends from his shares.
Then one day, visiting his father, he ran into my wife by chance. In his father's secret training room. She'd just endured sadistic conditioning, dragging her exhausted body out—and it captivated him instantly. He'd bedded actresses and idols of near-equal beauty till he was sick of them. But she was different. Not just pretty. Eyes brimming with tears from brutal abuse, yet burning with masochistic heat. That gaze hit him like a first-ever shiver through his body.
For the first time, he wanted something madly. And Chairman Seo—who saw Yun-jae as the real heir to expand to Europe and America—used her as bait to force him to study.
"Haa…"
I got it. This guy was exactly like me, in the worst way.
He said to me,
"Hyungnim from a nobody family… I'm genuinely jealous."
Ridiculous words, but laced with raw sincerity.
"Glad to confirm you're a good guy who truly loves noona. If you were just using her…"
He paused, then added,
"I'd have kidnapped her today and fled overseas."
His eyes—moments ago so innocently bright—flashed with chilling resolve.
And then—a massive, bear-like old man appeared and backhanded Seo Yun-jae. Even in his seventies, his intimidating presence screamed apex predator. The blow snapped Yun-jae's head sideways; blood trickled from his split lip.
"You little shit…! I told you to come quick. And what…? What the fuck did you just say?!"
Anger unsatisfied, he raised his huge hand again. But a nearby employee whispered in his ear.
"Chairman… people are watching."
Finally aware, the old man huffed, calming down. He lowered his trembling hand and plopped his heavy frame into a seat. Then he eyed my wife. Her gaze lost focus instantly, flooding with slavish devotion to her master.
"You bitch, I said send her back quick. Fuck it. Come here."
His low, gravelly voice crushed the air. Yun-jae, seeing her slender body quiver, grabbed his father's arm desperately.
"Dad… noona has to go now. This is precious time… please, Dad."
Frail Yun-jae tugged futilely at his bear of a father's arm to pull him away. But the chairman didn't budge, turning calmly to her.
"Bitch… you wanna keep dating like this?"
His rough fingers yanked her chin up savagely. Ignoring me, her husband, he pierced her trembling eyes with a predator's stare fixed on prey. The moment his coarse touch landed, her shoulders twitched visibly. Where fear and shame should have surged, irresistible masochistic thrill flooded in instead. Her pale neck flushed red-hot like blooming fire, her stifled breaths leaking as pleasure-laced moans.
Even with me right there, her body instinctively yielded to his domineering touch, heating up.
"Haa… haa… I'll… go with you, Chairman."
Eyes glazed, cheeks flushed crimson. Like a spellbound doll, she rose. For that instant, she'd forgotten me entirely. Even Seo Yun-jae—whom she cherished like a brother—bleeding from the mouth, went unseen. Her wretched, sensual obedience to her master's call filled me with indescribable depravity.
She followed him like a tamed beast. Flanking her: Yun-jae indifferently wiping blood from his lips, and me shuddering with boiling netorare heat in my gut. The chairman glanced back at us and tsked.
"Ah… that hopeless punk. Gotta show him the bitch's rock bottom today, kill any lingering affection."
Cruel sadism glinted in his eyes. He murmured to his secretary beside him.
"Jeong Manager, call Pantheon. Get that guy here ASAP."
My wife's breaths grew ragged as she trailed silently. The innocent girl who'd laughed purely with us was gone.
"Haa… haa…"
Masochistic fever rose on her flushing face. Sticky fluids trickled down her thighs. Bitch-in-heat sweat beaded in her cleavage and underarms.
We reached a secret room deep in the chairman's office.
"Bitch, change quick and come."
His curt, harsh order. One wall lined with dozens of cabinets. She opened hers with familiar ease, marked with her name. Peeled off her dress, stowed it. Pulled out what was inside: black corset exposing breasts and crotch, black stockings, ball gag.
The corset and stockings reeked of pungent, thick female musk that stung the nose. He never let her wash the outfit worn for sessions. That intensely erotic stench forced her to relive humiliating trainings—and now dragged her back into masochistic throes. Her eyes lost focus, glazing over.
She rolled up the scent-soaked stockings, donned the corset, strapped the ball gag in herself. Dressing in it was her ritual of total submission to him.
Then she removed her pad—freshly changed post-movie, yet soaked. Her womb had convulsed wildly since facing him.
Ignoring me and Yun-jae, she approached him like a doll. He bound her expertly. In seconds, ropes snared her; suspended mid-room, legs cruelly splayed wide skyward.
That was it. Just ropes binding her. No other touch. Yet her womb spasmed; fluids gushed endlessly from her pussy like piss. Years of his conditioning here had etched it into her core.
"…Aah… haa…"
Gag-muffled moans leaked. He gazed proudly at his creation. Yun-jae and I were entranced again by her state—lost in masochistic haze, blind to all but master. The depraved thrill dizzied us.
He'd done nothing yet. Just watched her dangle. But she twisted her hips in midair. Forced-open pussy throbbed relentlessly. Unable to moan through the gag, she rolled back her eyes and climaxed untouched. Her thick fluids pooled on the floor.
"Haa… haa…"
Dazed by the dizzying obscenity, Yun-jae and I slipped hands into pants, groping ourselves.
Then the training room door opened. The chairman's secretary. And beside him—my wife Lee Seol's first husband. 'Rex.'.