There's No Paradise Where You Flee
"..."
Kim Sung-jin sat in the Chief Prosecutor's Office, staring into nothing.
"Ahh..."
He wasn't merely spacing out. His head was actually fogged, and he couldn't clearly judge what situation he was even in. So, slowly, he traced back through everything that had happened yesterday.
"Aaaaagh!"
Confronted with his wife's affair, he hadn't even managed to confront them. He'd screamed and fled the scene. Then he hadn't even been able to go home — he'd gone straight to work. Sitting at his desk as if pulling an all-nighter, he hadn't slept all day, just chewing over yesterday's memories. Like that bad habit of his — wrestling all day with a problem that would never be solved.
Why did I run? Why me?
He couldn't even understand himself. But he could feel why. Wasn't it an avoidance instinct — refusing to accept the reality that he'd been biologically defeated by the man holding his wife in his arms? If he'd faced her then and kept talking, he would have had to look reality in the eye. But if he ignored it and left, he could rationalize it as something that never happened. Just an overworked man having a nightmare.
But...
"Nnngh..."
He dragged a hand down his face and sank into deep contemplation again. There was no way he could rationalize it. He hadn't been so exhausted that he couldn't tell whether that had been a dream or reality. Absolutely not.
Knock-knock.
Someone rapped on the Chief Prosecutor's Office door at just that moment.
"Excuse me, Chief Prosecutor. I've come to report on the Cheolung Group matter."
It was the lead prosecutor in charge of the Cheolung Group indictment.
"Currently, the defendant's legal team's response has been—"
Whether the situation was urgent or not, the man launched into an explanation the instant he stepped inside.
"...Yeah..."
None of it would enter Kim Sung-jin's ears.
"...I understand. Proceed that way for now."
"Yes, sir."
When the explanation ended, the diligent senior prosecutor bowed politely and took his leave. After he was gone...
"Right. I should actually do my work."
He tried, belatedly, to get something done. But...
"...Fuck."
There was no way work would stick in his hands.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...!"
Floundering in depression, what he chose to claw his way out with was rage.
Bang—
He slammed the desk, fury surging as if he'd snapped.
"I'm this kind of person, damn it! Respected by others! Sitting in a position where everyone bows ninety degrees to me and doesn't dare make a peep!"
A high enough social station that even someone at senior-prosecutor rank treated him with deference...
"Even Chairman Lee Chulho himself should be coming to me groveling and sucking up by now!"
A man playing in waters big enough to wage legal war against a major corporation...
"And that bitch of a wife dares to...!"
A man like that living like a dead mouse at home — and his wife openly swapping tongues with another man right in front of him...
"Aargh!!!"
Bang—! Bang—!
His fists weren't going to survive this.
"Fine. I'll destroy those bastards for sure...!"
The rage of a man whose woman has been stolen is beyond imagination.
"I don't know who the guy is... but Kim Ha-eun, was it? That swimming instructor bitch...!"
His most terrifying power and weapon. He entered combat mode, intending to use law and authority to snatch their entire lives away.
"If I dig into that bitch's background, I'll find out who that fucker is too!"
At a time when he already had so much to worry about — even though if he indicted a conglomerate chairman and his company and nothing came of it, the backlash would hit Kim Sung-jin himself...
"I'll make you realize whose woman you laid hands on while you were blinded by pleasure...!"
His mind was completely elsewhere.
In the end...
Shuffle... shuffle...
Unable to do a thing, he found himself coming home. Without solving a single piece of his actual, important work, he had poured the entire day — time and energy alike — into investigating his wife's affair partner and the Kim Ha-eun who had appeared at the scene.
"Kim Ha-eun... twenty-seven... only three years as a swimming instructor..."
But...
Huff, huff—
Just because time had passed and some energy had been spent didn't mean his anger had cooled. He hadn't slept a wink, and half a day had gone by since the rage first took hold...
"She's only been employed here about three weeks..."
His eyes were filled with hatred and fury, as if a grudge had taken root.
"I let my guard down because she was a woman. That bitch is definitely the one who introduced that bastard..."
Otherwise there was no reason she would have appeared so naturally at that scene.
"Three weeks. How in that short a time...!"
Jealousy toward the man who, in such a brief span, had drawn out a side of his wife he'd never seen in his entire life... and yet...
"Nnngh..."
Inferiority crept up, slow and crawling.
"I was so careful...! What the hell were those bastards even doing!"
He raged at the drivers who had been supposed to watch her, but they were already gone. If he'd been that worried about his wife from the start, he should have hired someone professional — someone trustworthy who could work consistently. But that was all in the past. Regretting the past changed nothing.
"..."
Lost in a tangle of stray thoughts, Kim Sung-jin eventually arrived at his own front door.
...She's home, right?
After showing that spectacle yesterday and running away... how was he supposed to greet his wife? But... why should he even care about that?
Aargh! Why should I have to read that bitch's mood!
By any measure he was the victim, and the absolute villains — the perpetrators — were on that side.
That bitch should be reading MY mood!
Beep—
He punched in the password with fighting spirit, then—
Yank—
The moment he wrenched the front door open and stepped inside...
Sniff, sniff—
The smell of home cooking rushed into his nose.
Ha...! So she crawled back home after all...!
But he wasn't happy at all. Because he knew it wasn't welcoming him.
I wondered who she was cooking so hard for. This is all practice for the dishes that'll go into that bastard's mouth from yesterday, isn't it?!
Thud—thud—
Kim Sung-jin stomped roughly into the house, as if to announce that he was here. Yesterday at the scene he'd played a humiliation game of running away in fear... but now it was different. He'd steeled himself in his heart, and his body had already entered awakening mode. The most adrenaline he'd ever produced in his life was enough to smash the whipped-slave nature that twenty years of being kept and trained had beaten into him.
"You're home~?"
Soon Jang Hyo-jin's voice drifted from the kitchen.
Listen to how casual her voice is?! Just...!
Then he saw her, and Kim Sung-jin—
"Y-you..."
—froze on the spot.
"That outfit...?"
His wife in an apron. But it could not be called ordinary.
"Hmm? Ah... was the outfit a bit much...?"
She had appeared in a naked apron — completely nude, with nothing but a single apron dangling on her. No panties. Her Y-zone fully visible where the flesh folded. Wide-spread hips and plump riding thighs jutting far out beside the apron. And above all... those characteristically meaty breasts overflowing over the top of it...
Gulp...
"Have I gotten old? Lately my thinking's been changing..."
"Suddenly... what..."
"I've been too cold to you all this time, haven't I? The cooking practice too... I just... thought I'd been too harsh..."
"No... that's..."
"I tossed and turned all night, and only then I understood how you felt... hehe."
"S-so..."
He couldn't even get his words out — just stammering while his wife poured out only what she wanted to say. And no wonder. In their entire married life she had never once done an event like this.
Twitch...
Age had reduced his libido... but right now he was extremely aroused from rage. Thanks to the flood of adrenaline, his body was primed to react hypersensitively to sexual excitement. And in that situation...
"Even now I'm trying my best to look good for you..."
Seeing his wife's body — that sensual figure emphasized by a suffocating outfit...
"Hngh..."
As if his head had been struck by a hammer, the script he'd organized for getting angry was deleted all at once.
"I'm sorry for everything..."
I-I'm sorry...? Did she just... apologize to me...?
At the same time her cleavage slammed into his eyes as she slightly bowed her head. The blood that had been concentrated in all his muscles rushed all at once to his eyes... and his cock...
Y-yesterday... are they trying to treat it all like it never happened?
There was no way she didn't know he was the one who had interrupted them yesterday. He hadn't shown his face, but Kim Ha-eun would definitely have told her.
That's it...! Suddenly doing this is also to quietly paper over yesterday's wrongdoing...!
The moment his eyes met his wife's as she looked up at him...
"..."
Even his thinking stopped. At the same time, a thought began to surface that his rational self would never have entertained.
What if everything that happened yesterday was actually all a nightmare?
His brain dumping sexual hormones made him dazed, and somehow it sounded plausible. Moreover...
"I'm sorry for everything, oppa..."
"...What did you say...?"
"Hmm? What?"
"Just now... you said oppa..."
"Why? Oppa... hehe."
His wife calling him by a title he'd never heard from her. And at the same time—
Squeeze—!
She linked her arm through his, sliding his arm between her breasts.
"..."
Kim Sung-jin was completely wrecked.
Yeah... yesterday was a nightmare. And right now... this is definitely a dream too...
But so what if it was a dream.
Reality can go fuck itself.
The rage of a man whose woman has been stolen is beyond imagination. But there are various ways to soothe that rage... and one of them is this.
Squeeze—
Making the man go into heat. The testosterone risen from rage reacted to his wife's breasts, converting anger into lust... and at the same time the dopamine pouring out forcibly overwrote his hatred toward her. Moreover, what his arm was touching...
Squish—
The soft feel of his wife's breasts under the apron made oxytocin pour out, lowering stress and easing anger, forcibly granting relaxation mode to a body that had entered combat mode. And finally...
"Oppa... after dinner tonight, for the first time in a while... how about it...?"
As if about to kiss, she brought her face close — her thick perfume and the scent of her skin, the sound of her breathing, the strange heat felt through the skin... and lips that looked even more fuckable than usual today...
Ah.
His frontal lobe issued a command.
I get that you're angry. But is that really the best move?
Bulge—
If you get angry and split up now, you'll never have sex with your wife again. But if she's seducing you this much...
Gulp...
Can't you have the unprotected creampie sex you've wanted so badly — the ultimate pleasure?
No matter how high-ranking his social life was outside... right now, living recognized by his own woman like this... that was a man's real happiness.
Slide—
Led in a daze by the wife holding him, he was drawn to the kitchen table.
"Here. Aah~"
His wife sat beside him, feeding rice and side dishes into his mouth.
"..."
Knowing it was absurd, but the shock too severe, he denied reality himself and simply...
"...Aah."
...savored the present.
I don't... even know anymore...
Savoring the side dishes his wife fed him, one by one, until—
Clatter—
He slammed his head into the table.
Thud—
And collapsed sprawled out.
"Haha, he goes down way too easy, doesn't he?"
The moment he fell, Master revealed himself.
"Told you~ He'd be secretly looking forward to it, haha."
An utterly obvious thing... but all of this had been their plan.
"Looks like our Chief Prosecutor... has quite the talent for being a masochist~"