Chapter 819
Chapter 819
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 819
Chapter Title: Yuria VS Mi-ryeong
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“Hubby! The broadcast's over, so now...”
The door swung open, and Mi-ryeong stepped out. She furrowed her brow at the sight of Yuria, panting and pinned beneath me.
“Who's that woman?”
Mi-ryeong's tone was icy.
Her unexpected reaction threw me off. Back in the Bright Ascension Path world, she hadn't reacted this sharply to Nangong Lin or Nangong Seol.
I'd assumed that, as someone from the Bright Ascension Path world, she'd be lenient about my relationships with women. After all, any man with the talent could have three wives and four concubines as a baseline there.
“Hah... hah...”
Yuria caught her breath. Slowly, she pushed herself up from under me. Her upper body glistened with sweat, and the red kiss marks I'd left on her neck and chest stood out vividly.
“Hello. I'm...”
Yuria glanced at me, hesitated for a split second, then continued.
“...Yu-jin-nim's wife.”
She raised her left hand to cover her chest. The ring on her ring finger caught the light and sparkled.
“Wife?!”
Mi-ryeong jumped in shock. She rushed over and grabbed my shoulder.
“You said you weren't married last time!”
“That's right. Yuria and I... aren't officially married yet.”
“Yes. But honey, in this world, it's fine for me to act as your wife, right?”
I had nothing to say to that. I'd lied to her in the White Phantom world, claiming I was hiding our marriage due to status differences. But this was reality—no class system here.
“...Of course it is.”
Yuria's face lit up. She sidled up to me and hooked her arm through mine.
“I-I can't accept that! I'm the principal wife! I met you way before she did...!”
“No, that's not true. I met Yuria much earlier.”
I corrected her. Still, Mi-ryeong's face remained sullen. Refusing to accept it, she stepped right up to Yuria. With two beauties facing off right in front of me, it was a feast for the eyes.
I decided to watch for now. They had their own world. But if it turned physical, I'd step in.
“I won't accept it.”
“Well, I don't think your approval is needed between honey and me.”
“I get that you have a lot of women, hubby. That's just who you are. But I'm the principal wife. Admit that cleanly, and I'll accept you as a little sister.”
“......”
Yuria didn't respond. But a mocking smile played on her lips, as if she found it laughable. From the start, Yuria had been the one exuding confidence.
“This...”
Mi-ryeong's eyebrow twitched. She had a surprisingly short temper. I wedged myself between them before slaps started flying.
“Calm down, both of you.”
I wrapped my arms around their waists and pulled them into my embrace.
“Hubby, this is serious. A household needs a steadfast center to stay stable.”
Mi-ryeong grumbled.
“The center of this household is my dick.”
I declared boldly. My dick twitched in agreement. Mi-ryeong glanced back and forth between it and my face with a complicated expression before sighing.
“Hubby, this is important. She and I won't accept this as is.”
“What about Nangong Lin and Nangong Seol?”
“They acknowledged the hierarchy the moment they saw me. But this one's different. She seems meek, but... she's obsessed with you. Definitely a vixen. A fire fox vixen.”
“You're the fox.”
Mi-ryeong shot me a glare. I shrugged helplessly. No choice—I'd have to pick the principal wife myself.
We've spent more time together with Yuria..., she's done more for me..., and her affinity level is higher... Yuria wins by a landslide, right?
But even if I said that, Mi-ryeong wouldn't buy it.
“Guess we have no choice. We'll settle it with a principal wife contest.”
And so, Yuria VS Mi-ryeong began.
The first round was cooking. A great wife should at least serve her husband a proper meal, right?
“Hubby, anything you're craving?”
Mi-ryeong, apron on, asked cheerfully. She seemed confident. Her cooking wasn't bad—she'd followed TV cooking shows to make meals for me, and they were decent.
“Something simple: carbonara pasta.”
“Huh? That easy dish is okay?”
Mi-ryeong brimmed with confidence.
“The simplest is often the hardest. Yuria, what about you?”
“Yes. I've learned carbonara from a chef, so I know it.”
Yuria replied steadily, equally confident.
I couldn't predict this one. Normally, Yuria would dominate, but with her amnesia, even if she'd learned it, her experience was limited.
“Start!”
They sprang into action at my word. Mi-ryeong moved a bit frantically, while Yuria took her time.
“Uh, so... the recipe...”
Mi-ryeong checked her phone for the recipe. Despite her bravado, she hadn't memorized it. She even used spells—ingredients floated in the air, veggies washed themselves. Handy magic.
Yuria, meanwhile, worked methodically. No magic. The steady rhythm of her knife on the vegetables was almost soothing.
And done. Yuria finished first. Her carbonara was textbook perfect. I twirled some bacon and pasta on my fork and took a bite. Rich, nutty flavor filled my mouth. I was impressed. It tasted exactly like the ones Yuria made before she lost her memory.
Perfect. I can't imagine better carbonara.
I ate most of it but left one forkful.
“...Not good?”
“No, this is yours, Mi-ryeong. Delicious.”
“Glad you liked it.”
She'd concede once she tasted it herself.
Now, Mi-ryeong's pasta. More seafood made it look flashier.
“I put effort into the presentation. Tempting, right?”
“Those shrimp look as plump and bouncy as your ass cheeks. Bet it's tasty.”
“......Do you have to say it like that?”
Mi-ryeong's carbonara was good too. Impressively so for her flustered rush. She had real skill—or maybe centuries of know-how.
“Yuria wins.”
“Thank you.”
Yuria smiled brightly.
“W-what?! Mine had seafood too!”
“Better to taste than hear a hundred words. It's cooled a bit, but try it.”
I handed Mi-ryeong Yuria's carbonara as she threw her tantrum. Her eyes widened at the first bite. Even her hidden fox ears popped out and perked up.
“Th-this... I get it. You're the one who made those insane dishes hubby brings home sometimes. ...I lose at cooking.”
Mi-ryeong admitted defeat cleanly. But only for cooking. Her eyes still burned.
“Still, I'm not handing over principal wife over one dish. Cooking's just one virtue of a wife!”
“Fine by me. I'm confident.”
Mi-ryeong and Yuria's determination blazed.
Next: laundry and cleaning. I set rules—no spells or magic. Unlike cooking, cleaning could end with a finger snap.
For fairness, magic should've been banned in cooking too.
Yuria won again. Even amnesiac, she hadn't always stuck to my side at the mansion. She'd handled simple chores.
“Y-you clean like a pro maid. N-next... games! We'll settle it with games!”
Mi-ryeong was using formal speech with Yuria. She already felt the defeat deep down.
Mi-ryeong brought a fighting game.
“Hold on. That's unfair. Yuria's never played it.”
“I'll give time to learn controls. An hour enough?”
Ridiculous.
“Not sure if I'll be good, but... I'll try.”
Before I could stop her, Yuria accepted.
This time, I predicted Yuria's loss. Mi-ryeong had been obsessed with this game lately—over 100 hours played. Plus, her gaming sense beat mine.
Yuria gripped the controller awkwardly.
An hour later...
“N-no way!!!”
Mi-ryeong's scream echoed through the living room. Best of five: Yuria won 3-2. She lost the first two, then swept the rest.
“You lied about never playing! Invalid! Invalidinvalidinvalid!”
“Throwing a fit doesn't change that you lost.”
“I-I'm so good at this! I practiced so hard! Losing to a total newbie? Impossible!”
Mi-ryeong shook my shoulders, eyes tearing up. The gamer in her took the loss hard.
“Don't trouble honey. If you can't accept it... we can go again until you do. Results won't change, though.”
“Eeeeek!”
Mi-ryeong snatched the controller and started another round.
Ten games: 0-10.
Mi-ryeong's record. She collapsed to the floor, mumbling in a daze.
“H-how... do you block my attacks so well? I even snuck in spells midway...”
Mi-ryeong looked pitiful.
“I saw the patterns.”
“...Patterns?”
“Yes. Characters have limited attack patterns.”
“...Mine had over five?”
“I checked every character's motions and patterns while learning controls.”
“......Possible? Are you an android?”
“Once was enough. And I'm human.”
“...D-damn genius! I won't accept it!”
Mi-ryeong jumped up, dashed to her room, and returned with a deck of cards. Trump cards.
“This is it! The real final round!”
Her eyes gleamed with victory hunger.
I joined for poker. It was fun; time flew.
“Two pair!”
“Flush.”
“Full house for me.”
Poker's luck-heavy, so Yuria and Mi-ryeong were close—but Yuria edged out.
I had the highest win rate. Good cards every hand. I'd always had luck in games of chance.
“Mi-ryeong, time to wrap up. You see it now—Yuria's a ridiculous genius.”
Even more shocking: this was amnesiac Yuria.
Mi-ryeong's eyes trembled as she looked between us, then bowed her head... and lifted it.
“I-I lose. I'll accept Yuria-unnie as principal wife.”
“Unnie? You're ten times...”
Mi-ryeong glared and growled, so I shut up.
“But... show any opening, and I'll take that spot.”
Was that acceptance?
“Won't happen, Mi-ryeong.”
Yuria smiled leisurely, radiating unshakeable confidence.
Honestly, I wasn't officially married to anyone, so fighting over principal wife was kinda funny.
“Alright, hierarchy sorted...”
I stripped naked. My dick was already rock-hard. With defenseless beauties in front of me, how could it not be?
“Time for bedtime fun. Oh, I'll judge your pussies too.”
I scooped them up in each arm and headed to the bedroom. We tangled on the bed until morning.