The Mistress's Scheme
In a hotel room that was neither particularly luxurious nor exactly cheap, Kim Hanseok and his mistress were rolling around in bed.
In the middle of enjoying their time together, resting on the bed, the mistress asked Kim Hanseok a question.
"Honey, what about your wife? Doesn't she say anything?"
"Say what?"
Kim Hanseok furrowed his brow, as if he couldn't even understand the question itself.
"No, just... well..."
The mistress gave an awkward laugh. She had intentionally left a thick lipstick stain on his shirt for that woman to see... there was no way she hadn't noticed it.
This dull man didn't seem to have realized it, but at the very least, a creature like a woman couldn't possibly be unaware.
She must have suspected her husband was cheating a long time ago.
'She probably confirmed it a while ago, though.'
To think she could still live under the same roof knowing that... The excitement that came from stealing Park Sora's man felt like it was fading a little.
'It's getting boring.'
Should I dump this guy and move on to another? She pondered, but soon shook her head.
It was because there had never been a man who spent such large amounts of money on her before.
"Oh, Hanna. Did you have a good lunch?"
She heard Kim Hanseok talking on the phone beside her. The mistress's gaze naturally turned toward him.
"Yeah. Oh, really? Dad will be there soon. Yeah. Just... right in front. Wait a little bit..."
Is he talking to his daughter? The corners of the mistress's mouth rose.
She felt like she knew why Park Sora didn't cut ties even though she knew about her husband's affair.
The mistress leaned her head toward the phone and said,
"Hanna! Hello?"
"What are you doing right now!"
At that, Kim Hanseok covered the microphone of the phone and got angry.
The mistress smiled playfully.
"Why... let me say hello to Hanna too."
"What are you talking about right now...!"
"Dad, who was that just now?"
At his daughter's question, Kim Hanseok still glared at her while bringing the phone closer.
"Ah... you saw her once before, right? We ate meat a while ago. It's the big sister who hugged you because she said our Hanna was pretty."
"Hello, our cute Hanna?"
"Hello."
The mistress was about to continue the conversation, but Kim Hanseok hung up in a hurry.
"Hanna, Dad will be there soon, so let's wash your hands and feet clean and wait just a little, okay?"
"Okay. Come slowly. I can be by myself."
"Oh my! Our daughter is all grown up? I guess I shouldn't call you a princess anymore."
"Hehe, I'm a queen now."
After that, the conversation between the close father and daughter ended. Kim Hanseok, who was about to get angry at the mistress, sighed for a moment and began to put on his clothes.
"Where are you going?"
"Home."
"Why? Isn't it still time for Hanna to be at kindergarten?"
"I don't know. They said the teacher sent her home early today."
At those words, the mistress nodded.
"You should have asked why."
"What good would it do me to know that?"
Kim Hanseok replied dismissively. The mistress chuckled.
"Wow... what an indifferent father."
"Children are raised by women. Men do the work outside."
"Heh heh, work outside? Like this?"
The mistress went behind Kim Hanseok as he was getting dressed and hugged him. Kim Hanseok felt annoyed by her clinging, but he also felt his self-esteem as a man rising.
The mistress quickly let go and began to get dressed herself.
"What are you doing?"
"Hmm?"
Kim Hanseok asked because the mistress usually spent time in the hotel room even after he left.
"I'm going with you."
"You too?"
When Kim Hanseok asked, the mistress said, as if it were obvious,
"Of course. If you get divorced, are you going to let that lady raise the child?"
"Are you crazy? Of course I have to raise her."
"Exactly! That's why! You just said it yourself. Children are raised by women."
"Are you saying you're going to start making an impression on Hanna now?"
"Of course."
At that bold answer, Kim Hanseok smirked.
"You're going to play the role of a mother?"
"Why are you like this? I'm different from a woman like your wife who doesn't even care about the child and only works. I'm going to cherish her like my own flesh and blood."
The mistress spoke as if Hanna were already her own daughter. She linked arms with Kim Hanseok and left the hotel room.
As they were about to get into the car in the parking lot,
"Honey, what are you looking at?"
"Oh, uh? It's nothing."
"Sigh, it's obviously a woman. Were there some pretty ladies somewhere?"
The mistress looked around. Kim Hanseok answered innocently.
"Oh, wow... I didn't know there were women who looked good with red hair. Oh, she's getting in the car... She's driving a really expensive car, too. Is she a celebrity?"
Kim Hanseok was making a scene, going from feeling regretful to being impressed all by himself. The mistress frowned.
"She's probably a woman who sells her body. Let's go quickly. Hanna will be waiting."
"Oh, uh. Fasten your seatbelt."
On the road where cars were whizzing by, an awkward atmosphere flowed inside the car carrying the two.
The mistress, catching that mood, said,
"Do you have something to say?"
"Hmm..."
Kim Hanseok, who had been agonizing over that question for a moment, opened his mouth.
"Speaking of the divorce talk at the hotel earlier."
"...You're not saying you're not going to do it, right?"
"Oh, no! I have to. I will. We're adults, too."
"Don't say obvious things."
As Kim Hanseok waved his hands in embarrassment, the mistress led the atmosphere of the conversation.
"I was thinking that since we're adults, we should think about realistic things, too. Well, for example, money."
Kim Hanseok gave that as an example, but from beginning to end, money was the problem.
Leaving a wife who earns well to build a new nest? That's fine. But who's going to earn the money?
Kim Hanseok had never worked a part-time job in his life, and it was the same for the mistress.
In that respect, they were truly a pair that belonged together.
At that reasonable opinion, the mistress smirked.
"Honey, we have to go with a divorce by mutual agreement first. Because if it goes to trial, we'll be at a disadvantage."
"Well... love isn't a crime, but it is an affair, after all."
"Yeah. Plus, we're the ones taking custody, right? Then we can receive child support from that lady, and would that lady watch her own daughter starve? She'll keep providing plenty, consistently."
At the smooth, flowing words, Kim Hanseok nodded, saying it made sense.
"True, she's crazy about Hanna. Actually, in a way, it's my wife's fault that I had an affair. It's always Hanna, Hanna. She doesn't even have me in her eyes, you know?"
**
"Mom says she'll be late today? Shall Hanna sleep first?"
"No? I want to play more with the big sister."
Watching Hanna clinging to her, the mistress grinned. Hanna liked the mistress big sister. She had cherished her like a daughter, just as she said.
"Oh, how pretty. Then, big sister will read you a fairy tale book... can you show me around Hanna's room?"
"Yes! Come here! I'll introduce you to my friends too!"
"Thank you, Princess... oops! I said Queen, didn't I?"
"Hee hee hee! Hanna is the Queen."
The mistress and Hanna held hands and went into the room. Kim Hanseok also wore a satisfied smile at the affectionate sight.
Unlike her appearance like a party girl, she had a domestic side, too. He liked her even more.
Sip, sip! As he was tilting his beer alone, the mistress came out of the room.
"I didn't know you liked children that much."
"I'm not the type who likes them that much either... but she's your child, after all. And she'll be my child soon, too."
"You're even sexier today, aren't you?"
Kim Hanseok set the mood with a subtle tone. However, the mistress shook her head.
"What if we get caught by that lady!"
"Sigh, that woman is no help at all... How should I take you?"
"Forget it. It's obvious you've been drinking. I'm going."
"Oh, call me when you get in."
The mistress headed out of the apartment complex.
While she was thinking, 'It's annoying to take the bus, should I take a taxi?'
"Is that her?"
"Yes, Miss."
When she turned her head at the sound of the voice, two beauties she had never heard of or seen were walking toward her.
"Wow..."
The mistress marveled purely. Jealousy is something you can only feel when you're in the same league, and the difference was so overwhelming that she couldn't even find the capacity to be jealous.
Click. Clack.
"Park Sora, the CEO of Evergreen Entertainment. Her husband, Kim Hanseok. His mistress's name is... well, that's not important. Anyway, is this correct?"
Click. Clack.
"Yes."
"Where are you going?"
"To meet a man..."
"Don't you have Kim Hanseok?"
At that question, the mistress said with vacant eyes,
"Kim Hanseok is someone I approached to steal Park Sora's man. Things worked out better than I thought, so I think I can steal the family, the daughter, and the money, too. Now I'm looking for another man."
The unfiltered truth flowed from her mouth without any hesitation.
"...What a pitiful woman."
Baek Yuna, who was listening to that, clicked her tongue. Of course, it didn't mean the mistress was pitiful; it was about Park Sora's side.
"Still, thanks to our Jihan, she won't make an extreme choice for a life that was about to end in the worst way."
Rather, she would be able to feel extreme happiness.
"Francesca. Is what Jihan promised certain?"
"Yes, Miss. The Young Master said it himself. That he would serve as our butler... Pfft! I apologize. He said he would serve us by becoming our butler. I even recorded it perfectly, just in case."
"Good."
Francesca had a nosebleed while fantasizing.
Thinking of Jihan bowing his head to her and caressing her pussy with all his heart made her pussy wet already.
In such roleplay, costumes were indispensable. Fortunately, the butler outfit had been prepared by the thorough maid, Anna.
Truly, she had been a housekeeper she liked for decades.
"Good. Let's finish this quickly and go. That way, the time we get served will increase."
While they were sharing private talk, Baek Yuna said to the mistress, who was still standing there blankly,
"Go to Kim Hanseok's house right now. Go and have sex. Do it leisurely until Park Sora comes. Instead, don't make a noise. You shouldn't wake the daughter."
"Yes."
Black smoke flowing from Baek Yuna wrapped around the mistress.
Soon, part of the smoke cleared, and part of it permeated into her. Her revealed face was glistening with unprecedented sexual desire.
"Go."
"Yes."
The mistress turned back with an expressionless face.
"We didn't even have to touch her, did we?"
"That is true, but it seems the Young Master wanted to reap the fruits quickly."
"...Thanks to that, it's only good for us."
Baek Yuna said as if it didn't matter.
"Let's go home quickly, too."
"Yes, Miss. I will show you what speed is."
Francesca saluted with a hand covered in blood from her nosebleed.
Baek Yuna smiled satisfactorily at that reliable attitude.
"As soon as we get there, let's change the time on Jihan's phone."
"What time should I adjust it to?"
"Well... maybe... 9:00 AM?"
"You are wise, as always."
*
"Huh? Why am I standing on the street?"
The mistress, who had been dazed, returned to her senses. She turned her head for a moment and then,
"Ah, I'm on my way to have sex."
She moved her feet toward her destination. For some reason, she felt hungrier for sex than usual today.
"Ugh... my panties feel uncomfortable."
She hurried to Kim Hanseok's house with quick steps.
Knock, knock, knock!
"Hanseok. It's me."
"Hm? Did you leave something..."
When she knocked, she heard voices from inside, and then the door opened.
Black smoke poured through the gap and flowed into Kim Hanseok.
His lower parts swelled up in an instant.
The two, whose eyes met, headed straight to the bedroom.