Newlywed Week Three: I Want to Kill My Husband
The alarm hadn't even gone off yet, but my eyes were already open. The pale dawn light seeping through the window painted the bedroom in a soft blue hue. Thin beams of sunlight slipped through the gaps in the blinds. It was the same dry morning as always.
When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by the white ceiling and the minimally arranged furniture. This newlywed home was incomparably larger than the officetel I'd lived in alone, but after three weeks, I was finally starting to get used to it.
"Haa... Another day at work, huh..."
The moment my whole body felt crushed by the tedium of this wretched routine—
"Mmm... Honeyyy... You're already awake? You must be tired, so sleep a little moreee..."
A rustling of sheets accompanied the sleepy, gentle voice that broke the quiet morning. With those few words, my entire world flipped upside down.
'...This woman is really my wife?'
It had been three whole weeks since we got married, yet I still couldn't build any immunity to her unreal beauty. Suyeon's silhouette as she turned over in bed shimmered softly in the dawn light. Her breathtaking figure was visible through the thin slip, and the black underwear peeking out between her thighs made my heart race from the very start of the day.
"Oh, Suyeon, you're up? Sorry, did I wake you? Still, just looking at my baby makes all my tiredness vanish. This must be why people get married."
Just hearing Suyeon's voice filling the spot beside me on the bed added vivid color to my previously monochrome world. A wide smile bloomed across my previously furrowed face.
"Tchii, what are you even saying, heung~♪ The moment I open my eyes and see my adorable husband's face, I'm so happy toooo~"
Those seductive red eyes that curved like crescent moons. The deep crimson gaze that had shaken me to my core last night as if devouring me whole was now swallowing me completely under the brilliant morning sunlight.
"My dear husband has to work hard again today! You're always working so hard, it must be exhaustinggg..."
After speaking, Suyeon bumped her forehead against my chest and nuzzled me like a cat. The warm body heat and dizzying sensation transmitted through her thin slip made my lower abdomen grow heavy as my instincts surged.
If I followed my heart, I'd forget about work and everything else, pinning her to the bed for hours and tormenting her... but—
"...If you keep acting like this, baby, I really won't want to go to the office?"
Half sincere, half joking, I pinched her soft cheek as I wrestled with the conflict. Suyeon looked up at me with a smile so pure and holy that if a saint existed in this world, this would be exactly what she looked like.
"Are you really going to work~? I'm... always ready whenever you want, you knowww~?"
"No, I have to go to work. That's how I can provide for my Suyeon! I'll wash up quickly and head out."
For a split second, a shadow seemed to flicker across Suyeon's eyes. Was she that sad and reluctant about me leaving for work? Heh heh, what an adorably loving wife. I finally peeled myself away after clinging to her like a leech, grabbing a handful of her plump, firm ass before forcing myself to get up. Feeling the cold floor against my bare feet, I walked to the bathroom. I could feel Suyeon's warm, affectionate gaze sticking to my back like glue.
'When I get home from work today, I need to make sure Suyeon can't even stand properly. Ha... I really hit the jackpot with this marriage. Every morning is heaven. Pure heaven.'
The bathroom door clicked shut with a heavy thud, followed by the roar of rushing water—shaaah—echoing through the room.
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Shaaaaah—
Just moments ago, Suyeon's face had been beaming with a bright smile on the bed. Now, an intense look of disgust and contempt had taken over. She pounded the sheets with her fists, leaned her back against the headboard, and let out rough, ragged breaths.
"Ah... Fuck!!!! Fuuuuck!!!! I seriously feel like I'm gonna puke!!!!"
The scream she'd been holding back finally burst out. She kicked and punched the sheets wildly before slamming her back against the headboard.
'The second I wake up, I have to see that hideous mug. It's fucking disgusting. How can a person even look like that? I can't get used to it no matter what... What the hell did I even say? "My dear husband~?" Bullshit. Wow, it's actually repulsive. And I've only been doing this act for three weeks...'
Suyeon scratched viciously at the goosebumps covering her arms. She felt like she wanted to cut her tongue out for forcing out all those fake, nasal, cutesy sounds.
'That horny, brain-dead, socially-inept, virgin loser bastard...!! Look at him grabbing my ass like he owns it. If it weren't for the Association's orders, I'd twist both his wrists until they snapped...'
The memory of his lecherous eyes peeking at the deliberately slipped-down shoulder of her nightgown and the way he'd suddenly grabbed her ass made her whole body shudder. She barely held back the urge to break his joints and tie him up with the shredded bedsheets.
But what annoyed Suyeon the most was something else entirely.
'If a perfect woman like me openly seduced him, shouldn't he at least say something like "I can't hold back anymore"? Of course a pathetic virgin loser would take it all seriously. "No, I have to go to work." What the actual fuck!!!! This is exactly why virgin losers like him are hopeless.'
'No, no. Why am I even thinking like this?! I don't want to do it with that bastard either...! It's not like I was expecting anything... Though the first day was nice... Wait, no? It wasn't nice at all.'
Suyeon irritably smacked the headboard with her palm. If she could, she would've smashed the bathroom door right now, grabbed that idiot by the hair, and shaken some sense into him.
"I need to finish this mission quickly, get divorced, and live my own life. Ha... If it weren't for the Association's orders, I would've used a guy like him as my personal chair a long time ago..."
Suyeon took a deep breath to calm her pounding heart and got out of bed. The reflection staring back at her from the vanity mirror was grotesque. Her body was wrapped in a scandalously sexy slip that looked ready to burst, but her face was twisted into something utterly rotten and hideous.
But no matter how many times she looked...
'I really am fucking gorgeous, aren't I~'
She flashed a silly grin at her reflection in the mirror. The smile looked even more bizarre on her disgusted face, but pretty was pretty. Just then, the sound of running water from the bathroom began to fade.
'Tsk, already done showering? With that huge body, I bet he didn't even wash properly.'
Suyeon once again smoothed her voice like the natural-born actress she was. She slipped on a robe over her nightgown, ran her fingers through her messy hair to tame it, and walked toward the bedroom door.
"Honeyyy~? I'll be in the kitchen making some meat side dishes, so come out quicklyyy~!"
The voice that flowed out the door was that of the world's most delicate, devoted wife. But the face heading toward the kitchen was twisted with disgust, as if she'd just looked at dimensional debris.
When she heard the bathroom door click open, Suyeon's spine straightened reflexively. In 0.1 seconds, she rearranged her rotting facial muscles and walked cheerfully into the kitchen wearing an apron.
Taerang emerged, shaking water from his hair. With only a towel barely covering his lower half, his muscular build and terrifying face that looked like it could make babies cry made him seem less like a human and more like some unknown swamp creature. Steam billowed out from behind him, faintly outlining his massive form.
"Honeyyy~ You came out without even drying your hair or putting on clothes. How sloppy~ I made breakfast for you, so come sit down quicklyyy~"
Taerang slid his hand under Suyeon's apron and kneaded her breast. The heat from his rough palm spread across her body.
"Why are you so beautiful even in the morning? It's so bright I can't even see the menu."
Watching Taerang's face, which looked like he was about to cry from sheer emotion, Suyeon used the angle where he couldn't see her to twist her expression into a scowl and slowly raise her middle finger. The force of her trembling fist looked strong enough to shatter the marble countertop.
Taerang began devouring the stew with gusto. Even the sound of him eating the soup was irritating, so Suyeon moved to the back of the kitchen and started slicing the bulgogi meat she'd planned to make for dinner.
"Whoa, Suyeon, is the meat hard to cut? The knife sounds unusually cheerful."
"Ahaha..♪ The meat's being extra stubborn today, isn't it~? As you know, I'm not very strong, after all~.."
'The tough thing isn't the meat—it's your damn life. The fact that I'm holding myself back like this is already impressive.'
Suyeon imagined her husband's thick neck as she drove the kitchen knife deep into the cutting board.
Thud! Thud!
The dull sound of the blade sinking into the wooden board echoed through the kitchen.
After the meal, the moment she'd been waiting for finally arrived—his departure for work.
'The long-awaited time of enduring... It's finally paying off.'
While Taerang went into the bedroom to put on his suit jacket, Suyeon sat on the sofa with her back to the morning sunlight streaming through the living room windows, waiting for him. In her head she was counting sheep, but on the outside she looked perfectly relaxed. When he finished adjusting his clothes and came out to the living room, Suyeon swayed her hips as she approached him. She naturally grabbed his tie and looped it around his neck.
His face instantly turned red. She could clearly hear him swallowing hard as he stole glances at her chest, which rose and fell with every breath beneath the slip.
'This pathetic virgin loser, I can hear you swallowing your spit~ Should I just grab his carotid artery right now and beat the shit out of him, Association orders be damned?'
Every time her fingers brushed against his shirt collar, her brain had already simulated folding this man up thirty-five different ways and breaking all his joints. Yet her touch remained as delicate and careful as the world's most fragile, devoted wife.
She pulled the tie snug and knotted it. He wrapped his arms around her waist with eyes full of emotion.
'Get your hands off me.'
The reflection of the two of them in the entryway mirror was the picture-perfect image of a loving newlywed couple. Anyone who saw them would probably call them lovebirds. The world really was a Truman Show. And a fucking comedy at that.
"Should I really go to work? Maybe I should just stay home with you today, baby? I'll rush straight home the second I finish. Do you need anything? I'll buy everything."
'Ah fuck, please just leave already.'
"I don't need anything like thaaat~ The world's cutest husband is all I need? You have to keep thinking about me while you're out, okay~? Have a safe trip, my loveee~"
Taerang kissed Suyeon and reluctantly headed out. The sound of the door lock engaging echoed through the silence. Click— Beep.
The moment the lock confirmation beep sounded, the smile vanished from her face like it had never existed.
"Ah... ugh..!! Fuck..!!! Blegh!! This is so fucking disgusting I want to die.."
She immediately dove onto the sofa like she was doing a belly flop. With her face buried in the soft cushions, she unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks. The cushions bounced and tumbled to the floor.
"Haa... I still have things I need to do... When should I make my report?"
The red eyes reflected in the vanity mirror no longer belonged to a devoted wife. They were the cold, piercing eyes of the Association's top elite agent—the one and only S-class agent known as the Red-Eyed Assassin.