Chapter 31
Chapter 31
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: SISS-233 (7)
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"A-ran. Wake up and eat some breakfast."
I'd finished up the cooking and cleaning, then woke the soundly sleeping Choi A-ran.
At my touch, she blearily opened her eyes, then dazedly glanced around.
"Hmm. What? Why's it so clean? Did you do all the cleaning, oppa?"
"Yeah. You looked exhausted, so I handled it myself."
"Aw, you should've woken me anyway. Must've been tough doing it alone."
"Haha. Forgot my job? I'm a janitor."
She let out a little snort at my dumb joke.
Then she got up from her seat, hunched over in nothing but a single sheer slip.
"Ow ow ow. My back hurts. My thighs are killing me too."
"Rest up properly today. It'll probably take a couple days to recover."
"Ugh. I must be insane. Like fucking a wolf. How do you just pound away nonstop?"
"But it felt good, right? Good enough to remember for the rest of your life."
At my question, Choi A-ran flashed a bright smile.
"Yeah. It felt like we were really lovers. Like we were truly connected."
I gave her a light hug and led her straight to the kitchen.
A simple breakfast I'd prepared myself was laid out on the table.
"Wow. You made this, oppa?"
"Yeah. Nothing fancy since I rushed it, but dig in. You must be starving."
"...Oppa. Can't I really marry you? Marry me."
"Haha. That again? Hmm. Maybe I'll think it over this time?"
"Aw, no thinking. Live with A-ran forever. Okay? I'll take such good care of you. We can travel together. Have kids. It'll be so happy, don't you think?"
Being with her really would guarantee happiness.
How many women in this country were as pretty, with bodies like hers, talented, and still virgins?
Our kinks matched perfectly too. What more could you want?
But there was no need to nail things down right this second.
A fish in hand loses its value, after all.
No reason to get swept up in emotions and lower my own worth.
"Yeah, it'd be insanely happy. Serving breakfast to my wife. Cooking her delicious meals. Just watching her eat would make me happy. You're so pretty and cute."
"Right? So live with A-ran. I can't even imagine life without you anymore. I'd want to see you every single day."
She snuggled right into my arms, pouring out her affection freely.
I fed her a bite of the breakfast sandwich I'd made and answered.
"I know you're sincere, A-ran. I know how much you care for oppa and like him. But marriage is something you really need to think through carefully. The hotter the flame burns, the more you have to see what comes after. When the passion cools and it's just two ordinary people... whether you can still love each other then? That's a whole different question."
"No. I could love you even then. For real."
"A-ran. That's something only time can tell. Why do all those couples who were crazy about each other end up breaking up or divorcing? Did they not love each other? Were their feelings fake? No, right?"
She fell silent at my question, unable to respond right away.
Our relationship had ignited so quickly after such a short time together. It was hard to just call it love outright.
But she soon shook her head like she didn't want to dwell on the doubts anymore, then planted a fierce kiss on me.
Staring hard into my eyes, she declared.
"Shut up. I don't care about any of that. You're mine now. No excuses. You're just saying this 'cause you wanna fuck other bitches. If you marry me, you'd have to look only at me."
"......"
"Fucking them? Fine. I'll let that slide. No way one woman satisfies your lust. But the spot next to you is mine. Kang Min-hyuk's other half is Choi A-ran. I won't yield that even in death. Got it?"
"......"
A woman's intuition can be downright chilling sometimes.
The timing of this warning, right before the mother-in-law shoot.
Nothing but animal instinct could explain it.
Even I, who rarely gets rattled, was left speechless by her bold declaration for a moment.
It took a while before I could respond.
"...Yeah. Honestly, I wanna fuck every woman out there. Even after rolling around with you like crazy yesterday, I'm rock hard again this morning. So when you start talking serious relationships, I dodge and make excuses. Scared you'd demand a real commitment. Ask me to look only at you. Bind me down. That fear was lurking in the back of my mind."
"Hmph. Yeah, figures. With that monster dick, no way one's enough. Playboy bastard."
"...But you still like oppa? Even though he's a playboy? Rolls around with other women? You could still love me?"
She nodded without a second's hesitation.
"Of course. Long as I'm sure your heart's with me. Who you fuck and how many times? Doesn't matter. They're just sex toys anyway. The real deal's me. Right?"
"...Yeah, pretty much."
It was a somewhat dangerous mindset, but only she could say it.
She seemed to know exactly how valuable she was to a man.
Confident that even after I'd gone through countless women, her position wouldn't budge.
She had that kind of self-assurance.
Her cool attitude piqued my interest quite a bit.
Hell, if she'd clung and begged, I might've cooled off a little.
That wasn't her charm anyway.
But this attitude of giving where due and taking what she deserved? Incredibly attractive.
Trashy thought maybe, but how sexy is that confidence allowing affairs?
"...But really okay? I can't stand seeing a woman cheat either. In the end, you'd have to look only at me. Still wanna spend life with oppa?"
"Yeah. I'm confident, honestly. No matter how wild you get, you won't abandon A-ran. The more we roll around, the more you'll love only A-ran."
"...Why?"
"'Cause I'm a virgin. Sure, plenty of pretty girls out there. But how many have you as their first man? Could you seriously date a slut who's been fucked by this guy and that? Hmm? Even with you, she'd subconsciously compare to past guys."
"......"
"You know pretty girls trade on their looks? Think they've only been with one or two guys? You think guys with dicks would leave them alone?"
"......"
"Your possessiveness is off the charts. A pure, obedient woman who's only ever known you your whole life. Or a used-up slut pussy tamed and broken by other hotshot guys. Which would you pick?"
"......"
"Kinda weird saying it myself, but virgins are rare these days. Looks and body count go hand in hand. Those women you wanna fuck? They're kissing you with mouths that've diligently sucked other dicks. Keep that in mind."
"...Stop. Please, stop."
"No. Gotta make it crystal clear. Those pussies you wanna eat? They're all pre-broken toilets fully trained by their previous owners. Why eat that? When you've got my pussy that you trained yourself. Why lick a dirty toilet when you've got a clean one right here?"
"...Ahh. A-ran. I don't wanna hear any more."
"No. Listen. Don't plug your ears. A pretty virgin's a fantasy creature. You're insanely lucky to meet one. But I love you, so I won't try to block your twisted lust. Fuck whoever you want as much as you want. Just remember this one thing."
"......"
"...That pussy's already been licked like a dog by someone else. And you're gonna lick it again."
Scary. Terrifying, really.
I know it's gaslighting, but my resolve is wavering anyway.
This logic is way too dangerous.
I should refute it, but there's no ground to stand on.
Yeah. This must be the power of virginity.
Stimulating a man's possessiveness.
Making him attached.
Erasing his insecurities as a male.
Bearing only your seed.
That purity's power could even quiet beastly lust for a moment.
Was it just my imagination, or did she suddenly feel more precious, more beautiful?
She must've sensed the shift in my attitude, because she grinned.
"Hehe. Fine, go have your fun fucking around. See if you feel the same affection as with A-ran. I'll just wait patiently for oppa. Those pussies desperate for any other guy? The ones only oppa can have. The lovely pussy our wife personally tamed. Gotta keep it pure and ready for you."
Ahh. This is the virgin's curse.
A horrific curse I never knew existed until I fucked a virgin.
Honestly, I'd never given a shit about virginity before.
Past doesn't matter in fuckbuddy relationships anyway.
But after sex with a virgin, I fell under the curse.
Now every time I meet a non-virgin, her incantation will echo.
—That pussy's already been licked like a dog by someone. You're gonna lick it again.
The more I think it, the more this indescribable disgust surges.
I never cared before.
But once aware, I can't stop.
My expression must've looked awful, because she smirked like she'd won.
Then she squeezed me tight in a hug and whispered.
"Oppa’s mine forever now♥︎ I love you♥︎"
Somehow, it was a spine-chilling confession.