Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Crossed Fates
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Three days had passed since the tasting party ended.
During that time, I commuted to Master's mansion and spent my days in the usual routine.
My main tasks were cleaning the bed that Hui-yeon and Master had left a mess from their sex, or preparing meals for Master to eat.
'Not much time left...'
However, even amid this ordinary daily life, my mental strength was being pushed to its absolute limit.
Because in just three days, I would hear Mom's answer to Master's "hot spring trip" proposal.
If Mom felt any guilt about the affair now and tried to sever all ties with Master, she would refuse the hot spring trip. Otherwise, she would fall completely into Master's clutches and meet the same ruin as me.
'What should I do...'
My head was spinning.
Master had taken the once-radiant Lee Ha-young and dragged her down to rock bottom, turning her into the "Mistress." There was no reason he couldn't do the same to Mom.
If she went on this two-night, three-day hot spring trip with him, it was obvious: her brain would be pickled in pleasure, and she'd be remade into a completely different person, just like flipping over one's palm.
"Ooooh! Hooooh! Uuuuum...♥ Ma...Master...♥"
Hui-yeon, getting pounded by Master's cock right in the middle of the living room.
Even the sweet, shy Hui-yeon had ended up like that in the end.
Depending on Mom's answer in three days, she could wind up the same way at any moment.
Now, I had to make a choice.
'Fuck. What the hell am I even hesitating for.'
I thought to myself.
Gazing at Hui-yeon—her anus twitching as Master's monstrous cock hammered into her—I wondered if it would really be okay for Mom to end up like that.
Not just anyone, but Mom, who had given birth to me and raised me. I asked myself again if it would truly be fine for her to become that way.
-Twitch. Twitch.
But ironically, the first to react to that answer was my body.
My twisted sense of immorality, my corrupted mindset, my humiliation—they devoured my reason and made my cock swell.
I imagined it: Mom, the woman who had ruined my life, receiving injections of pleasure from that man, abandoning her family and falling into depravity.
It was, truly... an absurd scene.
Something that should never happen.
But at the same time, something incredibly arousing.
"Ha... hahaha..."
I watched the two of them.
Master and Hui-yeon, devouring each other's genitals with nothing but breeding in mind.
The backs of the pair locked in sloppy, sticky sex.
Like black and white dividing the upper and lower camps, Hui-yeon's snowy-white ass contrasting with Master's deep bronze one.
The black and white asses slammed together violently.
The pitch-black, ferocious cock rampaged freely through the pristine white domain, producing wet squelching sounds with every thrust.
Hui-yeon wrapped her legs around Master's waist, accepting it all, their anuses twitching in rhythm like they were dancing to a beat.
After dozens of pounding thrusts, Master's precum mixed with Hui-yeon's juices into a lewd, thick concentrate that trickled down into her anus and soaked in.
Staring at the filthy spectacle, I began to smile bit by bit.
I grinned grotesquely at the blasphemous thought of what if it were Mom under Master instead of Hui-yeon.
And with that, I finally pulled out my cock and jerked it like a madman.
"What do you mean by that?"
In the quiet car interior, Lee Sin-a's sharp voice rang out.
Her husband, Jeong Hyeon-jae, responded.
"Yeah. It's hard to believe. That 'the incident' is connected to Ha-young."
The incident.
It referred to what her son had done on the day of the cooking competition.
The ever-dependable son committing public indecency live on air.
The worst incident in broadcasting history—a memory she never wanted to recall.
"...Wait a minute."
Lee Sin-a pressed her temples.
Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion.
Why was her husband bringing this up right now, of all times?
He was clearly having an affair with her son's ex-girlfriend.
Without a pang of conscience, how could he so casually utter the name "Lee Ha-young"?
"..."
Lee Sin-a slowly lifted her head and met her husband's eyes.
His pupils held nothing but pure sincerity—no hidden agenda.
Something was off.
"Wait. I'm going to step out for some air."
"Uh... okay."
Lee Sin-a left her flustered husband behind and opened the car door to step outside.
She walked briskly, her racing heart pounding in time, trying to untangle the jumble in her head.
Right now, the worst possible assumption—the one she dreaded most—was rising in her mind.
'Maybe I've been misunderstanding Hyeon-jae all this time.'
They say eyes don't lie.
Especially for a couple who's shared over twenty years together—you can glimpse their thoughts just by peering into their gaze.
In that sense, the look her husband had just given her was filled with worry and concern, not deception or guilt.
It was the same warm, caring gaze she saw every day.
But—.
-Grit.
Lee Sin-a chewed her lower lip.
Believing her husband now? The evidence of his affair was far too clear.
Even now, those photos of him and Lee Ha-young were sitting in her desk drawer.
'But that look in his eyes...'
Lee Sin-a clutched her head with both hands.
She squatted down, reminiscing about the days she'd spent with her husband.
Her romance as a chaebol daughter with an ordinary man.
The resolve to spend her life with him.
Exiled from her family for it, yet achieving the happiness they had now.
And above all, the beautiful memory from their wedding: vowing to love only each other forever.
"Do you, groom Jeong Hyeon-jae, vow to love bride Lee Sin-a for the rest of your life?"
"Yes! I swear it on everything I have."
The memory flashed vividly.
Him beaming at her, vowing eternal love.
And even now, twenty years later, that same unwavering man.
'Have I... have I gotten something wrong? Just trusting what the detective agency said...'
Lee Sin-a wiped away her tears with her forearm and stood back up.
She grabbed her smartphone to double-check the affair photos from the agency.
They'd sent high-capacity files with the images, after all.
Lee Sin-a sorted her thoughts and opened her messages.
She scrolled through, searching for any signs of tampering or anything unnatural in the photos they'd sent.
"...Uh... uh, what..."
But Lee Sin-a froze solid before she even reached their message.
As she scrolled, she'd spotted that person's nickname.
[Mr. Choi Teacher]
The contact saved as "Mr. Choi Teacher"—Mr. Choi.
Lee Sin-a stared at the string, wide-eyed, as memories of him flooded back.
Memories of the filthy, ugly affair she'd committed with him.
"Ah... ah..."
She wanted to believe her husband.
Recalling his bright smile and vow from their wedding day, she yearned to trust him again.
But that same wedding day, she'd worn an identical smile, giving the same answer.
Herself, vowing to love one man for life—even forsaking her vast family background.
But look at her now.
Hadn't she taken another man's cock deep inside, squirting love juices like a fountain?
Hadn't she clung to him like a frog—arms around his neck, legs locked around his waist—begging for his cum?
'I love you...'
And it wasn't just that.
Utterly lost to sex, she'd whispered her true feelings of love to him.
Even now, didn't she harbor affection for him rivaling what she felt for her husband?
"Hngh... hnn... hnnngh..."
Lee Sin-a sobbed openly.
She felt revulsion at herself, trying to judge her husband's wrongs now.
She'd already lost any right to suspect him.
"What should I... how should I..."
Distrust toward her husband.
Guilt toward her husband.
And the lingering love for her husband.
All those emotions erupted, throwing Lee Sin-a's mind into chaos.
She clutched her head in torment for what felt like ages until suddenly, a pair of suit pants appeared in her vision. She looked up.
A man stared down at her, visibly flustered.
Jeong Hyeon-jae stood with his arms crossed, lost in thought.
His wife's behavior lately had been off in some indefinable way.
She spent more time spacing out alone, fussed excessively over her appearance.
Her attitude toward him had grown subtly cold, and she kept dodging conversations.
Even now, she'd bolted out of the car mid-talk.
-Swish.
Jeong Hyeon-jae uncrossed his arms.
He opened the car door, locked it with the remote.
Smoothed out the wrinkles in his suit pants from sitting so long, then walked toward where his wife had vanished.
From her eyes and reactions, she clearly had troubles too hard to voice. He couldn't just pretend not to notice anymore.
He always trusted and waited for her, but sometimes a man had to step up and take the lead.
With that in mind, Jeong Hyeon-jae quickened his pace toward where she'd gone.
"Feeling calmer now?"
In Mr. Choi's office.
Lee Sin-a nodded and took a sip of her black tea.
Mr. Choi watched her, then leaned back deep into his chair.
'No way I'd run into Lee Sin-a there. Is heaven on my side?'
Mr. Choi organized his thoughts and smiled.
He'd spotted her by chance in the underground parking lot and heard her story. His "conditioning" might have failed.
'Lucky I found her when I did.'
Lee Sin-a was wavering.
Her faith in her husband had rekindled, filling her with intense guilt over her own affair.
Meeting her here now? He could only conclude heaven was helping him.
If he'd left her alone, she'd have gone back to her husband—and the grand finale of the hot spring trip in three days would fall apart.
'Looks like she needs re-conditioning. What a high-maintenance bitch.'
The bond they'd built over twenty-plus years as a couple—their trust, their connection.
It formed a tougher barrier than he'd expected.
A fortress solid enough to hand him his first defeat, despite his record of toppling every woman before.
But today, that ended.
A bit early, but deploying the trump card he'd saved for the hot spring trip's final day right here would shatter her hopes in her husband beyond repair.
Mr. Choi flashed a sleazy grin and pulled out the USB he'd prepared.
"Madam. I think... you need to see this."