Cracks in the Facade
Park Sora's husband, Kim Hanseok, had incredibly high standards compared to his own mediocre looks.
Possessing a dog-like tenacity that refused to let go once he set his sights on something, he had managed to marry Park Sora through relentless, persistent courting.
Of course, the biggest reason he succeeded was that he had coaxed Park Sora—who knew next to nothing about men—into his bed. From that moment on, the naive Sora acted as if she were already his devoted wife, becoming even more dedicated after she became pregnant.
But it didn't take long for them to grow distant. Since he had only pursued her for her looks in the first place, seeing her during her pregnancy and watching her age over the years caused his sexual desire for her to plummet.
Right around that time, a younger woman appeared to take Sora's place. For Kim Hanseok, falling into an affair was an inevitable next step.
"Babe, when are you going to get a divorce? Every time I sleep with you, I feel so guilty."
"Hmm? Divorce...? Soon, babe. Soon."
Kim Hanseok replied to his mistress's whining.
Naturally, Hanseok had absolutely no intention of getting a divorce. Sora made good money, had a respectable social status, and was the perfect trophy wife to keep by his side.
Whenever he met up with his friends for drinks, their envious stares gave him an irreplaceable, thrilling rush.
In Hanseok's mind, Park Sora had long since been reduced to nothing more than a status symbol.
Lately, she's been clinging to me, which is getting annoying.
Though her youthful beauty hadn't completely faded with age, and he occasionally felt a brief spark of desire...
I don't have any stamina to waste on an old lady like her.
Hanseok's gaze drifted to the woman lying beside him, who was gently stroking his stomach.
When I've got a young, tight thing like this offering it up to me, how could I ever sleep with a thirty-something housewife?
In terms of pure facial features and elegance, Park Sora won by a landslide, but he preferred the tight, youthful skin of a woman in her twenties.
"You always say that. You said the exact same thing last time..."
His mistress pouted, her voice dripping with dissatisfaction.
Catching the irritation in her tone, Hanseok quickly coaxed her. They still had over an hour left on their motel room rental, and he fully intended to have his way with her one more time before they left.
"I'm serious, babe. Look at this. I haven't touched my wife in over seven years. A man can lie with his mouth, but his cock never lies, right? This is proof that I love you way more than her."
Hanseok pointed down to his penis, which was slowly beginning to stir.
Though it was less than half the size of a certain someone else's, his mistress smiled with satisfaction.
"Am I prettier than your old lady?"
"Of course you are. How could I even compare you to an old hag like her?"
"Mmm... Look at you, lying through your teeth without even blinking."
She giggled playfully, grabbing and shaking Hanseok's belly fat.
Despite her teasing words, she was thrilled. Dopamine flooded her system at the thought of stealing the husband of the great, successful Park Sora.
The two began to couple once more. As they did, a malicious and disrespectful plan began to take shape in the mistress's mind.
I wonder how that old hag will react...
It was a somewhat late evening. Park Sora, who had returned home after her heated argument with Jihan, still felt her head throbbing with anger.
"Unbelievable. Talk about acting exactly like he looks. Does he have a cock in his head instead of a brain?"
She was absolutely certain that his skull was filled with semen instead of cerebrospinal fluid.
For someone like Sora, who firmly believed in devotion to one's family, Jihan's shameless attitude was utterly incomprehensible.
"What? Hanseok is having an affair? That's ridiculous."
He might be cold to her, but he was a doting father to their only daughter. She couldn't believe her husband would do something so terrible to their child.
Beep, beep, beep, beep! Click.
She entered her passcode and stepped inside the house.
By this time, her husband should have been watching TV on the sofa with their daughter, but tonight, the house was eerily quiet.
"Mom! You're home?"
Just as she wondered if everyone was already asleep, her daughter ran out of her room in her pajamas, greeting her warmly.
"Hanna! Oh, my sweet baby. How was kindergarten today?"
"It was great! I got a perfect score on my spelling test today!"
"Really? That's amazing, sweetie! Who do you take after to be so smart?"
"Hehe, am I smart?"
"Of course you are! And this is a reward for my smart little girl."
Sora held out the box of fried chicken she had brought home.
She rarely let Hanna eat junk food without a special occasion to avoid spoiling her habits, but sometimes, there were days when she just wanted to pamper her.
Since it was the fried chicken her daughter absolutely adored, she expected Hanna to snatch the box and devour it in the blink of an eye.
Sora hadn't eaten dinner yet either, so she planned to share it with her. However...
"Hehe, I'm not hungry today! You eat it, Mom!"
"Huh? You're not hungry?"
When it was already almost nine o'clock?
"Hanna, did you eat dinner late today?"
"Yeah. I had meat with Daddy and some big sister! It was super yummy!"
"...A big sister? Who?"
"Um... I don't know!"
Sora's brow furrowed slightly.
A man who didn't even work and stayed home to watch the kid had a female acquaintance?
Of course, it was possible. Social life and employment didn't always have to correlate. She didn't want to baselessly suspect her husband like some paranoid, obsessive wife.
"It was my first time seeing her, but she and Daddy seemed really close! They were wrapping meat in lettuce and feeding it to each other."
At those words, a sudden thought flashed through her mind.
—I suspect your husband might be having an affair.
It was exactly what Baek Jihan had told her earlier today.
Even so, Sora shook her head.
She believed that just as she loved her family, her husband surely felt the same.
"Really? She must be a close friend of Daddy's. But where is Daddy now?"
"He said he was going to drop her off."
"When did he leave?"
At the question, Hanna counted on her fingers before answering.
"Seven o'clock!"
"It's been almost two hours..."
Sora couldn't stop the creeping doubt from taking root in her mind. Still, because she was in front of her daughter, she forced a smile.
"Daddy must be very busy. Why don't you go to sleep first, Hanna? You have kindergarten tomorrow."
"Aww... but I want to play more."
"Come on, let's sleep together tonight. It's been a while since Mommy cuddled with you."
"Really? Okay! Go wash your hands and feet first!"
Pitter-patter!
Hanna giggled and scurried off toward the bathroom.
Once she reached her room, Hanna suddenly gasped and muttered to herself.
"Oh no! Daddy told me to keep eating with that big sister a secret...! What do I do?"
After stomping her feet in a brief moment of worry, Hanna was quickly distracted by the doll lying on her bed.
Sora watched her daughter's retreating figure with a warm, fond gaze.
About an hour and a half passed. Despite wanting to play more, Hanna fell fast asleep, snoring softly, as soon as Sora held her and sang a lullaby.
Sora stroked her beloved daughter's hair, kissed her forehead, and then sat alone in the dark living room, chewing on the cold, stale chicken.
As she sat there, she heard a noise at the front door, and soon her husband walked in.
"Are you back, Hanseok?"
Taking off his shoes, Kim Hanseok looked up. There, he saw his wife eating chicken in the dark middle of the night.
No wonder she's gaining weight.
He frowned. Even her breasts, which far exceeded the Korean average, and her beautifully shaped hips looked unsightly to a man whose heart had already wandered elsewhere.
"Yeah. Where's Hanna?"
"I put her to sleep. More importantly... you're late."
"Yeah, I was meeting a friend."
It was an incredibly dry conversation for a married couple.
Without any intention of apologizing or offering an excuse, he carelessly stripped off his clothes.
Then, without looking back, Hanseok headed straight to his room.
"Sigh..."
Letting out a quiet sigh, Sora wiped her greasy fingers with a tissue.
She picked up his clothes, which lay scattered on the floor like shed snake skin, to take them to the washing machine.
Just then...
"Huh?"
On the collar of his plain white shirt, there was a strange mark.
Thinking he might have spilled some stew while eating meat, she leaned in to inspect it closely.
"...What is this?"
No matter how she looked at it—right side up, upside down, or sideways—it was unmistakably a woman's lipstick stain.
Jihan had been right.
"Good morning, CEO."
"..."
I arrived at Evergreen Entertainment for work today as well. Before heading into my office, I ran into Park Sora, who had left in a fit of rage yesterday.
Her lips twitched as if she wanted to say something, but she merely gave a slight nod and hurried into her office.
I went into my office too. Today, I had come to work alone without Francesca.
Now that I could handle the work on my own and had acquired other semen toilets to replace Francesca, she had accompanied my mother instead.
My older sisters, who had been following Mother around without a single day of rest to fill in for Francesca, had looked incredibly relieved.
I was reviewing the neatly organized checklist Francesca had prepared for me when I heard a knock.
Knock, knock.
"Jihan."
"CEO?"
It was Park Sora's voice.
"You can come in."
"No, that's... that's fine. More importantly, I heard the shower in Flower's practice room is broken. Could you please go fix it?"
Click-clack! The sound of her heels faded away beyond the door.
I stood up immediately. My destination, of course, was the practice room.
Grabbing the toolbox kept in my office, I walked with light steps and arrived at the practice room, which was located in a quiet, low-traffic area of the building.
Knock, knock!
"Excuse me, it's Jihan. I heard the shower is broken."
"Oh! You're here already? Just a second!"
After a brief wait, the door opened, and Rose stood there.
She scanned me from head to toe with ecstatic eyes.
"Our Jihan... looks so handsome today too."
"Haha, thank you. You look beautiful too, Rose."
"Really? How beautiful?"
Rose leaned her body slightly against mine as she spoke.
I quickly scanned the practice room.
There was no one else here besides Rose.
Feeling the softness of her breasts pressing against my abdomen, I let my cheeks flush with innocent embarrassment.
"Every time I see you, Rose... um... down there... it starts acting weird."
"Oh? Where is 'down there'?"
Rose's hand slid down from my chest, past my abdomen, and straight to my cock.
Reaching its destination, her palm traced the thick outline of my member through my pants.
"Ngh! Th-There."
"I have no idea what you mean. Where could 'there' possibly be?"
Rose teased, her voice dripping with playful innocence.
She had fallen hook, line, and sinker for my act.
"I'm too embarrassed to say..."
I found it a bit amusing to play shy about saying the word 'cock' when I had been completely stripped and toyed with by three idols just yesterday, but...
Rose clearly loved this side of me.
An innocent, sweet, and submissive younger brother who was breathtakingly handsome and possessed an incredibly massive cock.
A boy who made her feel completely safe, knowing that no matter what she did to him, he would never utter a word to anyone else.
That was exactly how Rose saw me.