Marriage Blues - She Calls Her Ex in Pre-Wedding Melancholy
"But if you do that again like earlier, I really don't know what'll happen to me this time."
Ji-ah said it with a straight face.
"What are you thinking, oppa?"
"Huh?"
"Me getting married. Do you want to ruin it? Do you want to go back to how things were before?"
Hmm... I hadn't thought that far.
So I couldn't say anything and just smiled.
"You weren't thinking anything at all, were you?"
She knew me too well.
"Yeah..."
Honest as always.
"Oppa, can you go back to how we were? Can you think only of me and love only me like before?"
That was definitely a no.
"If you can, I'll think about it."
"Liar."
That one was for sure. I knew her well too.
"Sigh... You're right. We know each other too well, don't we?"
I just smiled in response this time too.
"I have to go through with this marriage."
I knew that too. It was absolutely necessary for her to fly higher. The man she was going to marry held an important position at the broadcasting station where she worked. And even more crucially, his family was the station's major shareholder. It was obvious what this marriage meant to a rookie producer who had only just started her career—no need to ask.
"That man can give me things you can't."
As she said it, she looked more embarrassed than ever before. But embarrassment was nothing compared to her future.
"Of course, it's not like I'm with him purely for calculations. He's a good guy, and there's a lot to respect about him."
She never once said how much affection she had for him. If she had, none of this would have happened.
"Well, not everything's perfect."
Ji-ah subtly tightened her grip on my cock.
All her words had been building up to this. Men don't get it. Build-up in conversation? It's not a game. But to women, conversation is a game. They stack it up like chess or Go to push their demands through. And finally, they play the decisive move.
She wanted to be honest with me. She needed the marriage with that guy. But the sex wasn't satisfying. So she just wanted a physical relationship with me.
Men can't do this. That's why they always lose in conversations with women.
"I'm a bad woman."
"I've always known you had strong desires, Ji-ah."
Now it was my turn to respond.
"And the Ji-ah I liked was a woman full of those desires."
It was true. Right now, Ji-ah was incredibly attractive. Willing to marry without love for her future, scheming secret meetings with her ex to satisfy her physical cravings. She was blatantly a villainess. And men in the world are always drawn to bad girls over good ones.
"I'll always support and cheer you on, no matter what path you take."
Besides, I wasn't any better than her—playing around with women left and right. So Ji-ah and I suited each other pretty well.
"Thanks for understanding."
This time, Ji-ah didn't say anything petty. No more fake complaints were needed. She seemed truly satisfied as she climbed on top of me and kissed me.
"Shall we go one more time?"
This time, she was the one asking. Looked like she was relieved I had no intention of sabotaging her marriage.
"Ugh! Seriously... How can you do that?"
I went harder this time. She wanted it that way.
"At this rate, I'll never be able to escape you, oppa."
Ji-ah shot me a glare.
"Let's rest a bit."
She had no plans to end it here. Her body was too sticky, so she wanted a shower. I joined her this time.
"How is it hard again already? Are you even human?"
As she lathered soap on my body, she freaked out at my erection.
"Beats me."
"I... seriously... Let's rest a little first. I can't do it right now. We'll break our record at this rate."
"Record?"
"Yeah. Six times in one night."
When was that? Not on our last trip, I think...
"You don't remember?"
"Uh..."
"Doesn't matter. As long as I remember. Go lie on the bed and rest."
Women take longer to wash up. I waited for her on the bed.
She came out of the bathroom a bit later, grabbed drinks from the fridge, and we took a break sipping them.
Then she suddenly threw a massive punch at me.
"Oppa, you slept with Unnie Eun-hee, didn't you?"
"Huh?"
I was so shocked I forgot what to say.
"You really told her everything?"
"So you did."
Ji-ah nodded. That's when I realized I'd fallen into her trap.
"I ran into Unnie Eun-hee recently. Your name came up somehow, and she looked away all suspicious. Ah! This sister's hiding something! But I couldn't just ask outright?"
Ji-ah was laughing like it was hilarious.
She wasn't upset?
"So, when did you two have fun? Together?"
She was relentless.
"Can't remember?"
"Last time, her attitude was different from now. That was two months ago, so sometime in the last month."
Smart girl. She picks up on the tiniest glance.
"So how many times have you two fucked? Fuckbuddies? Didn't know Eun-hee Unnie was that sneaky. Her boyfriend seems like such a nice guy."
He was nice, yeah. Ji-ah was Eun-hee's junior from school. Both were passionate about networking, so they hung out often and were close.
"How many times so far? You couldn't have shaken off Eun-hee Unnie that easily."
She was convinced our thing with Eun-hee was ongoing.
"It's not like that."
But I couldn't tell Ji-ah about my relationship with Eun-hee or that guy's perverted desires. Some things had to stay secret.
"Keeping secrets from me? Hmph!"
Ji-ah pretended to pout.
"If you're curious, ask Eun-hee yourself."
"I plan to."
"Huh?"
"What, surprised? Girls' loyalty deepens the more deep secrets we share."
Ah... got it. Women are tricky.
"But you've known each other forever. Weird it'd turn out like this now. Though, yeah, no such thing as just friends between guys and girls, right?"
"Guess so."
If I hadn't gotten this power, could I have ever slept with Eun-hee? Hard to say. But I'd always dreamed of it with her, and I probably would have kept dreaming. So Ji-ah was right. Male friend, female friend? Nah, just haven't fucked yet.
"Nope, can't do this. Talking about Eun-hee Unnie's got you huge again."
Ji-ah used my ongoing erection as an excuse and climbed on top.
"You like Eun-hee Unnie? Or me?"
She slid me inside her and asked the most embarrassing question.
That's a woman's privilege. When sharing a man, she can ask that. But if a guy asks—Do you like your husband more? Or me?—no matter the answer, it's just self-satisfaction and proves how pathetic he is.
"You."
Right answer? Who knows.
"Gotta tell Eun-hee Unnie when I see her. Oppa said so."
Boom—another trap from Ji-ah. My head was starting to hurt. Keep this up, and I'd fall for her teasing endlessly.
I lifted her ass with both hands and thrust mercilessly. To shut down her nonsense.
"No, I just got home. Yeah. I was about to call you anyway. It's fine. Really."
Her phone rang again from that guy. I didn't touch her this time. Her body was so tense, even the slightest stimulation would push her over the edge.
"Yes. Sorry for worrying you. Goodnight now."
She hung up and looked at me.
"Weird... He's never done this before..."
Basically a laid-back guy who didn't meddle much. She'd come home late from meeting people before, but he'd never called repeatedly to check like today.
"Maybe he suspects something?"
I poked at her weak spot on purpose.
"You're mean... But maybe... Was I that obvious today?"
"Not at all."
His behavior was probably my fault. When we started our second round, I'd used the Casting Card <The Man Who Gets Taken From>. Even I thought it was ruthless. No ethical excuse for it.
No malice toward him. But no reason to like him either. Sleeping with Ji-ah again after reuniting felt damn good, and I planned to keep it up.
Not going back to how we were, though. We'd crossed an uncrossable river long ago. So this path we were on was uncharted.
I wanted to keep fucking Ji-ah, but I didn't want to block her future either. So I did what I could.
Casting Card <The Man Who Gets Taken From>. How could I do that? Well... that's just the kind of bastard I am now. No use regretting it.
Thinking about it, it might not be all bad for him. That day with Mi-nam, he was thrilled. I bet this guy will end up happy too.
Cowards make excuses like that.
"You told him you got home... What if he shows up?"
I kept teasing her. It was fun.
"He won't. He's not like that."
Ji-ah believed he wouldn't invade her privacy.
"Maybe he's checking if your lights are on right now."
Not 'maybe'—it was fact. Right now, that guy was sitting uncomfortably in the driver's seat of his sedan under her building, staring up at her window. I knew because I'd watched through the Active Card <Monitor>.
"You're so mean!"
Ji-ah slapped my arm hard.
"Ahk!"
But a little movement from me, and she reacted instantly.
Yeah. She was that kind of woman. Strong desires, and just as strong a sex drive.
"Oppa, you wanna do it with me and Eun-hee Unnie together sometime?"
She asked mid-sex. Caught me off guard with the sudden question.
Why ask that? Ji-ah had a strong libido, sure, but she'd never wanted anything extreme. She was sensible, knew risky acts had consequences.
"Not doing it with Eun-hee anymore."
"Really? Ahk! How? Ah!"
Ji-ah looked incredulous.
When I'd hooked up with Eun-hee, I didn't have the Setting Card <Stacking> yet. Just the Setting Card <Sensitivity>. That alone scared her off plenty. If <Stacking> hit her too, she wouldn't run.
That's why I never used Casting Cards on Eun-hee again. Setting Cards only work on casted actresses, and Casting Cards are one-use consumables.
We got plenty of pleasure without ongoing casts. This was enough.
"Who knows?"
But I couldn't explain it all to Ji-ah.
"Impressive. She's weak against meds, as expected."
Ji-ah pouted.
Ah! Now I got what her suggestion meant.
Everything Ji-ah says has layers. High-level player—take her words at face value, and you're done.
She wanted to define our relationship that way. Purely physical. No emotional sharing. Affairs crash when feelings get involved. She knew that.
But she wanted the sex. Our dynamic benefited her more than me, though. So maybe she played that card to balance it.