I'll Be Wearing This Today
Jeong Min-tae.
A man who had secured five consecutive terms in office and even risen to party leader. The strongest candidate for the next presidential election. With a background as a former judge, his record was spotless; he had never once stumbled on his way up. The phrase "unstoppable success" seemed tailor-made for him.
Yet there was one stain on that pristine résumé.
Divorce.
His ex-wife had been cheating, and she died in a car accident while out driving with her lover. It was the kind of scandal that should have ended a man's life, but this bastard had ridden it all the way to the top instead.
The man betrayed by his wife. The father raising his child alone. That image had drawn a wave of sympathy votes and catapulted him into the ranks of serious presidential contenders. An ironic life, indeed.
I scrolled down the screen.
Two names were listed under Jeong Min-tae's children.
Jeong Seol-a. The daughter of his deceased first wife.
Jeong Tae-wook. The son born after he remarried into the family that ran Korea's largest church.
Half-siblings.
The child of the wife who had cheated.
In a devout religious household, her position was ambiguous—blood ties that weren't quite blood. While her mother's death had earned her father sympathy votes in his political career, the fact that the cause of that death had been her mother's affair meant the only thing left for the daughter was not sympathy, but a brand.
The daughter who had inherited dirty blood.
I could finally see where Seol-a's mask had been forged.
The unyielding hardness that refused to show even a flicker of emotion no matter how much she was trampled. The attitude that never wavered, not even when she was stripped bare, forced to her knees, and pressed her forehead to the floor.
It was something she had built for herself. A perfected shell created because she had no choice but to live that way. Her father's reputation. The shadow of her dead mother. The place she had to prove for herself in her stepfamily.
Reaching the position of Chief of Staff was undoubtedly due to her ability, but these few pages of documents were enough to let me imagine how much she must have endured to get there.
I was organizing my thoughts while staring at the laptop screen when a sound came from inside.
The door opened.
"Aren't you sleeping? What are you doing?"
It was Ayeong. She came out rubbing her eyes, still half-asleep. Her face was the same one that had smiled brightly when I'd kissed her forehead earlier.
"I just had something to check."
Ayeong walked over and sat beside me, wrapping her arm around mine and leaning her head on my shoulder. Her eyes must have caught the screen; she scanned the text for a moment before asking.
"Is this the woman?"
"Yeah."
"...Is she pretty?"
"Want to see?"
I opened the photo file.
Blonde curly hair and striking features. The image showed her in a black suit that followed the curve of her narrow waist. Ayeong stared quietly at the screen. Her gaze moved slowly from the face to the body, then back to the face again before stopping.
"...She is pretty."
Her head drooped. The way her shoulders curved told me she was comparing herself to the twenty-six-year-old blonde beauty. Ayeong's pale skin and long, graceful neck were still beautiful as she leaned against me, yet she was a woman who still couldn't quite believe it herself.
I stroked her hair.
"Are you worried?"
"No."
The answer came too quickly. I knew that the faster the reply, the more likely the opposite was true.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, bringing my lips to her ear.
"You shouldn't feel anxious when I treat you like this."
"I'm not anxious."
She whispered the words.
"...It's just an auntie's jealousy."
At those words, I lifted Ayeong and sat her on my lap. Facing her, I pressed my lips to her neck.
"You can be jealous."
"...Mm."
"As long as that jealousy turns into effort to look good for me."
"Haa..."
I sucked slowly along her collarbone, layering fresh marks over the faint red ones I'd left earlier.
"Haa..."
Ayeong's hand reached up and closed the laptop. The screen went dark, and darkness settled over the living room. Both her arms wrapped around my shoulders.
"Pay attention to me."
She pulled my head against her chest and whispered.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Ayeong's body stiffened.
It was the first time I'd said those words to her. She knew it too. Her arms tightened around me. I could feel her heart racing against my buried face. Her shoulders trembled faintly.
Ayeong's face lowered. Her eyes were wet. With an expression that made it impossible to tell if she was crying or smiling, she brought her lips to mine. Our tongues tangled, and sweet saliva flowed between us. Her breath grew hotter through the kiss, and the weight of her sitting on my thighs sank a little deeper.
Naturally, I pushed inside her. Warm, soft inner walls enveloped me. My cock slid deeper, pushing out what I'd filled her with earlier.
Sluuurp.
"Haa..."
Ayeong's hips began to move slowly. It was different from her usual intense rhythm—gentle and unhurried. Every time she reached the deepest point, her breath hitched. Each time she rose, her lips brushed against my ear.
"I love you... haa... I love you..."
Squelch.
She clung to me, whispering endlessly. Even though she repeated the same words, her voice grew wetter and wetter. Her insides pulsed, tightening and releasing, pushing out the semen I'd left inside and soaking our joined flesh.
Squelch, squelch.
Ayeong's forehead pressed against my collarbone. Her damp lashes brushed my skin. I wrapped my arms around her back and began moving my hips gently.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
The wet sounds filled the living room. Ayeong's tongue kept plunging into my mouth and withdrawing. The breaths escaping between kisses grew shorter and shorter. The weight on my thighs rocked softly in time with my rhythm.
"Hngh... haah..."
Her insides tightened even more. Her cervix clung to the tip of my glans, pulling back and sucking me in again and again. Every thrust made her breath catch; every withdrawal dragged her clinging flesh along with me.
Squelch-squelch-squelch.
The pace quickened. Ayeong's moans broke and connected in a continuous stream. Each time she rose, the semen I'd released earlier spilled out, making our connection even messier. It flowed down her inner thighs and dripped onto my skin.
"Haah... hngh..."
Ayeong's arms tightened around my neck, and I felt her ragged breath directly against my ear. At the deepest point, her cervix nudged and pressed against my glans.
"Fill me... haa... ngh."
The words poured out the moment our lips parted.
"Hurry."
She begged, clinging desperately. Her legs wrapped around my waist with surprising strength. Her pussy contracted in rhythmic pulses, refusing to let my cock go.
Spurt, spuuurt.
I held Ayeong tightly and poured everything into her womb. The sensation of hot fluid filling her traveled through our connection. As my semen flooded inside, her pussy gave one massive, swallowing contraction.
"Haaahng... ngh..."
Ayeong's head fell back. Her long neck was fully exposed as a cry of climax burst from her throat. Her insides squeezed wildly, then relaxed and tightened again like waves. After trembling like that for a long while, her head slowly came back down. She leaned against my shoulder, her limp weight settling over me. Sweat from her forehead dripped onto my collarbone.
"Don't pull out."
"...Stay like this."
I slowly stroked Ayeong's back. Her sweat-slick skin slid under my palm. Even while connected, I could feel her heartbeat gradually calming against my chest. The sensation of her flesh still gripping tightly to keep what I'd filled her with from escaping lingered.
When I kissed her forehead, Ayeong closed her eyes and smiled faintly. Her breathing evened out in my arms. After holding her like that for a while, her fingers began drawing slow circles on my chest. It was a habit of hers right before falling asleep.
In the living room, the sound of our breathing gradually faded.
--
I walked down the hallway toward the classroom where Tae-wook was.
Through the window, I could see inside. Tae-wook was half-sitting on a desk, looking down at the kids gathered on either side of him. With his legs crossed, he was holding court, running his mouth.
Whether it was because his father was a member of the National Assembly or because his stepmother's powerful church connections still carried weight even inside this school, either way, that bastard was seriously mistaken about his place.
With that personality, there was no way he treated his half-sister like an actual older sister. At best, he probably saw her as someone who handled his chores.
Our eyes met.
An unpleasant smile curled at the corner of his mouth. The guy who'd been hanging his head after I beat him last time was already acting like the boss again after just a few days. Whether he was still scared or just stupid, the face looking at me through the window was a perfect mix of displeasure and bravado. I smiled right back at him.
I raised my forearm and made a show of jabbing two fingers together in a stabbing motion.
Tae-wook's expression crumpled instantly. Before the kids beside him could even turn their heads, his smile vanished and his gaze dropped to the floor.
Fucking idiot.
I mouthed the words clearly once more, then took out my phone and sent a message to Seol-a.
[Come to the hotel right now.]
[...Yes.]
A simple, obedient reply with no extra words. I slipped my phone back into my pocket and organized in my head what I was going to do today.
I turned and headed for the teachers' office.
When I opened the door and stepped inside, Jinhui was sitting at her desk organizing documents. The pen in her hand never stopped moving across the paper. A few other teachers were doing their own work, and when I entered, their eyes flicked toward me for a moment before sliding away again.
I walked up behind Jinhui.
"What are you doing?"
"Eep...!"
The pen drew a crooked line across the paper as Jinhui's back went rigid. She nearly tipped backward in her chair, but I caught the backrest and steadied her. Every eye in the teachers' office turned toward us at once. The tips of Jinhui's ears flushed bright red. She shot to her feet and grabbed my arm.
She practically dragged me out of the office.
Only after we'd moved a few more steps toward the stairs at the end of the hallway did she finally let go of my arm. She glanced back to make sure no one had followed us from the office, then hissed in a low voice.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I came to see my girlfriend."
At the word "girlfriend," her face grew even redder. She clenched and unclenched her fists, seemingly at a loss for words, before finally squeezing out a single sentence.
"This... is school, you know."
"You were the one complaining that everyone found out about our relationship because of me."
"That's... that's different. Anyway, what do you want?"
She quickly changed the subject.
"I wanted to tell you I'll be leaving early this afternoon."
Jinhui looked up at me with narrowed eyes.
"...To meet a woman?"
"Yeah."
She bit her lip for a moment, then released it.
"Do whatever you want."
I caught Jinhui's arm as she turned to head back to the teachers' office. I pulled her into my embrace. Her back stiffened at first, then slowly relaxed. She punched my chest once, but there was no real strength behind it.
"I'm sorry."
"...Wha... ha... ngh..."
The sudden apology and hug left Jinhui speechless. Still in my arms, she rolled her eyes from side to side, scanning the hallway.
"Focus on me."
I caught her chin and turned her face back. The moment our eyes met, her breath stopped. I brought my lips to hers. After a brief touch, I pushed my tongue inside. Jinhui tensed her cheeks but accepted it. Hot breath mingled inside our mouths.
"...Haa."
When our tongues parted, Jinhui wiped under her chin with the back of her hand and hung her head. Her ears and the back of her neck were flushed crimson.
"Be... be careful."
The moment she said it, she spun around without looking back and practically ran into the teachers' office. Just before the door closed, I heard her take a deep, shaky breath from inside.
I let out a small chuckle.
I got in the car and drove into the city.
I parked in the hotel's underground garage and took the elevator up. When I swiped the key card at the reserved room and opened the door, Seol-a, who had been sitting on the sofa, stood up. She was wearing a black suit. Her blonde curls spilled over her shoulders. A modest curve graced the corner of her mouth, but her eyes weren't smiling.
"You're early."
"It's part of the contract."
A dry remark. The way she stood there wearing her mask was exactly the same as always.
I gave a small laugh and pulled a small object from my pocket, holding it out to her.
"I'll be wearing this today."
Seol-a's eyes dropped to my palm. A smooth, pink, oval-shaped rotor gleamed under the lights. Her expression twitched faintly.