Proof from the Future Wife
Want me to tell you a secret? Time traveler. Or rather, regressor.
Was this world some kind of fantasy realm? Or an SF setting where they created a homunculus or something?
Of course, it was hard to believe. For now... better not poke the bear. It felt kinda scary.
I cautiously broached the subject.
"That's... gotta be a joke."
In my estimation, this was definitely some kind of monster. Provoke it, and it'd kill me!
"First off... you're not Eunha. I just parted ways with Eunha—she went home. So... who the hell are you?"
She didn't even blink at my reaction.
She just scanned me from head to toe with an intrigued gaze, like she'd spotted some fascinating exhibit.
"No joke. Dojin."
With every step she took toward me, a sensual perfume wafted over—something I'd never smelled on the 20-year-old Eunha I knew.
"If you still can't believe me, want proof?"
"...Proof?"
"Yeah. Memories that only the two of us know—no, just you and me in the whole world."
She came right up to my face. Close enough to feel her breath.
Her signature clear, deep black eyes locked straight onto mine.
"Fifth grade summer vacation. At your grandma's place in the countryside, by the stream out front. You slipped while splashing around, and your pants and underwear came right off. That mongolian spot on your left butt cheek—I teased you mercilessly, saying it looked like a teddy bear."
"...Holy shit."
"Second year of middle school, winter. The birthday present you prepared for me in secret—you tried to give it to me but slipped on the ice and shattered the music box. I saw you from afar, cussing in the corner of the playground as you picked up the pieces. I pretended not to notice so your pride wouldn't take a hit. Did your future self tell you that?"
The middle school incident... I hadn't told a soul. Not even Eunha herself.
I told her? My future self?
Whether I was confused or not, Eunha kept going.
"First year of high school, school trip. Sneaking out at night to stargaze. You said you were cold and draped that checkered blanket over me. Thing is, you didn't bring it yourself—you stole it from that other class guy who was gonna give it to me."
"...!"
"Later, when that guy freaked out looking for his blanket, you were scared shitless, right? I thought you were so cute back then. A jealous guy..."
Embarrassing secrets from my past that only I knew. Memories I'd never shared with anyone.
I had no choice but to accept it.
Her hair was shorter, her vibe more seductive, but the woman in front of me was unmistakably Eunha.
"You... you're really Eunha."
The future Eunha beamed and tapped my cheek playfully. "Took you long enough. I told you—I came from the future."
"How does that even...?"
"Beats me."
Eunha shrugged and let out a short sigh.
"Woke up, and suddenly my bed smelled like this rundown studio apartment instead of my room. Opened my eyes, and boom—here I was. Your place."
"...".
"Checked the calendar, confirmed the date, and lost it. Of all days, it's today. The day you confessed to me, I shot you down, and you came crawling back here to shatter your self-esteem in the corner."
Her gaze drifted to my outfit and haircut.
"You got all dolled up for your confession today—hair styled, best clothes on. Poor little Dojin."
Humiliating. I forced an awkward smile and asked,
"Okay, fine, I get it. But..."
"Yeah?"
"You've been calling me your husband this whole time. What the hell is that about?"
Her dark eyes curved at my question.
I could see the mischief in her gaze.
"Standing in the doorway's killing my legs. Come on in—let's talk properly."
She naturally grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside.
The warmth from her fingertips.
That familiar heat from high school, when she'd link arms with me.
But for some reason, her body heat felt way hotter now.
I came to my senses lying on the bed in my studio apartment.
And Eunha was right there beside me, pressed close, gazing at me at an angle.
And she was in her underwear!
"Wh-what the...?"
She was too close.
Her face filled my vision. Her bobbed hair brushed my cheek, tickling it.
Slipping in.
Her pale, soft hand slid under the hem of my shirt. It pushed up, and her palm touched my stomach directly.
Twitch.
My body stiffened like I'd been shocked with electricity.
"Hold still. Let your wife play with those abs a bit."
Eunha started fondling my stomach slowly.
Every time her fingertips circled my navel, it felt like my breath was being squeezed out.
"Wife...? You mean you and I got married?"
"Yeah. Five years from now."
"But today... you rejected me. Said I felt like family, let's just be friends."
"Right. I did. Biggest mistake of my life."
Her voice dropped lower.
"After I rejected you... I kept hoping you'd cling to me again. Show me your sincerity, and I'd pretend to cave."
"...".
"But you? Never confessed again. Stubborn asshole. Your pride's insane..."
"Well, you rejected me..."
Resentment flickered in her eyes.
No, she dumped me and now she's mad? What kind of bullshit is that?
"Those five years? I was dying inside. Every time you ate with another girl, my guts twisted—I thought I'd go mad. Finally, I couldn't take it, got blackout drunk, barged into your place, and jumped you."
"You jumped me?"
"Embarrassing to admit, but... I bawled for you to hold me. Your panicked face was hilarious."
I couldn't picture it at all. Eunha begging me to hold her, crying?
"Regretted it so much. When you confessed with that trembling voice, I should've just fallen into your arms. Got scared our relationship would break and played hard to get—wasted five golden years."
"You liked me? Never even a hint since middle school..."
"You're an idiot?"
She flicked my nose lightly and whispered,
"Dojin. If I didn't like you, would I have clung to your arm every day? You think I'm that easy? You got hooked. Asking you to play boyfriend."
Hooked? Not a shield, but she'd been targeting me from back then?
Her hand, stroking my stomach, slowly—agonizingly slowly—slid down toward my lower half.
"Ngh..."
Dangerous.
My instincts screamed warning, but I was frozen like a frog before a snake—couldn't move a finger.
Eunha was kneading my thigh. Moving inward, toward the center.
My eyes locked on her lips.
Gazing at my rigid self with affectionate eyes, like I was a cute little animal, she smiled softly.
"Our Dojin's so tense."
"St-stop..."
"Want me to tell you a fun secret?"
She brought her face close to my ear. Hot breath tickled my earlobe.
"Secret...?"
"Yeah. Twenty-year-old Eunha—the one who shot you down cold and went home. What she does alone every night."
"What...?"
She nipped my earlobe lightly. Then whispered in a sweet, sticky voice.
"Every night. She masturbates thinking of you."
"...!"
"Your body heat when you linked arms with me, your voice lingering in my ear, the way you looked at me. She relives it all while touching herself."
"Eunha... does that?"
"Right about now. After brutally dumping you and heading home, regretting like crazy, soaked on her bed calling your name."
The ice-cold, expressionless Eunha, comforting herself thinking of me?
That image alone sent uncontrollable heat surging through me.
My lower half, where her hand rested, swelled rapidly, getting hard.
"Hehe..."
A wicked smile spread across her lips.
"See? Just hearing about it has you rock hard already."
Slipping off.
She pulled down my pants.
Tugged my underwear, then started playing with my fully erect cock.
"Time to play with hubby's dick..."
"...Ngh!"
"Always so impressively big."
Her slender fingers wrapped softly around the shaft, stroking up and down slowly.
"Hehe... Come to think of it, this is your first time getting it from 'Eunha,' right, honey?"
My breathing grew ragged.
Eunha. Eunha was touching my cock.
And with delight, she whispered again.
"How about it? Wouldn't it be hot to video call the 'me' who's masturbating thinking of you right now?"
Before I could respond, she expertly tapped my smartphone.
"You're one lucky guy, honey."
She positioned herself out of the screen's view and started properly stroking my cock up and down.
A faint frictional sound accompanied the phone's ringing tone.
Riiing. Riiing.
Soon, the video call connected.
The Eunha on screen... her face was flushed beet red.
-Uh... yeah. Dojin. What's up...? Because of what happened today...?
The Eunha on screen breathed heavily as she looked at me.
And I could feel the hand of the Eunha jerking my cock.