Each One's Resolve
Lee Seo-yoon woke up with a heavy body, like a sponge soaked through, forcing herself out of sleep after crying all night in an awkward position.
"Ugh..."
Her eyelids felt leaden from the night's tears, and she was in the worst possible state—fishy semen stench wafting from her face, her body sticky and unclean.
"What time is it...?"
Realizing it was well past noon, she jolted in alarm and snapped a nude selfie to send to Kim Il-woo before it got any later.
"...What the hell am I doing?"
A wave of self-loathing crashed over Lee Seo-yoon for taking such a vulgar selfie of her own volition. Her tear-streaked, haggard face contrasted with her sensuous body, lips still marked with the obscene residue of cum—shameful details that could never see the light of day, brimming with intimate depravity.
To willingly send a photo like this to my daughter's friend...
She barely stifled another sob, sent the nude to the trash who had ordered it, then started tidying up the clothes she'd flung off.
"Has Ara not woken up yet?"
She had to wash up before her daughter noticed. The shock of last night's events was so profound that imagining her daughter seeing her in this wretched state and thinking they'd fought would make her want to bite her tongue and die—but right now, cleaning up came first.
Click.
Wearing only loose clothes that barely covered her, Lee Seo-yoon cautiously opened her door and stepped into the hallway. Fortunately, her daughter seemed holed up in her room, so she hurried toward the entrance to hide the high heels she hadn't put away last night.
"Sneakers?"
Men's sneakers—utterly out of place in a house of women—were carelessly left by the door.
"Kim Il-woo...?"
The only man who could barge into this house at will was that scum. He wasn't in the hallway?
A chill crept up her spine at the realization she hadn't seen him there. The moment she whipped her head toward her daughter's room, a moan escaped that she should never have heard.
"Kuhhheuk?!"
A primal wail mixed with her daughter's raw cries—something Lee Seo-yoon had never heard in her life. Her blood turned to ice in an instant.
"That fucking scum—is he...?!"
Her lower belly tingled with a mix of lewd thrill and dread at her daughter's dizzying moans. Pale with terror, Lee Seo-yoon stumbled forward, legs nearly giving out, until she reached the door.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Heart pounding wildly with tension and fear, she gripped the doorknob. Her maternal instinct screamed to burst in and save her daughter, clashing with the doubt—fueled by last night's horrors—that maybe, just maybe, they were lovers by choice.
I have to go in. I have to...
The idea that her daughter and that scum actually liked each other was absurd. He was surely raping her daughter just like he'd violated her, leaving her too helpless to resist.
"Haaah..."
A pitiful, deflating whimper leaked from beyond the door, startling Lee Seo-yoon. Her daughter was being raped in there—what was she hesitating for?
I'm going insane, Lee Seo-yoon...
She felt ashamed for even a moment's hesitation, haunted by her daughter's tearful cries last night that the scum was wonderful.
"Ara...!"
As Lee Seo-yoon called her daughter's name and reached for the door—
Thwack!
"Haaahh?!"
A wet smack and her daughter's dizzying moan erupted from inside, making Lee Seo-yoon flinch. The sounds left no doubt: a man and woman were fucking beyond that door. Her lips trembled in horror, but sheer determination to save her daughter propelled her forward—until their conversation rooted her in place.
"Ow, it hurts! I told you to go slow!"
"No way, slow or not, I've only thrust twice now!"
Playful banter, like a couple teasing.
Wh-what did Ara just say...?
From the words alone, it didn't sound like rape—they wanted each other, consummating willingly.
"Pfft!"
"What the...?"
Laughter bubbled from the scum and her daughter. Soon after, dull thuds and lewd moans leaked out again, yanking at Lee Seo-yoon's ankles, freezing her.
Thud, thud.
Legs buckling, she collapsed to the floor. The rattling door mirrored her chaotic heart.
"What the...?"
She murmured in hollow despair. She'd sacrificed everything for her daughter, defiling her own body, but it was all for nothing. Her daughter had the right to love, and no parent could forcibly stop it.
"Hic...!"
But she couldn't stem the surging sorrow. She'd killed her emotions, endured violation, yet her daughter remained oblivious to her pain—it hurt too much. She started to resent the girl who'd wailed so pathetically that the scum was wonderful. She knew she shouldn't... but her feelings erupted anyway.
"Honey... what should I do...?"
Lee Seo-yoon clutched the wedding ring on her left ring finger like a final lifeline, her hand shaking. Bowing her head felt like defeat, so she resisted, but her torso kept slumping forward. Overflowing grief welled as tears, pooling on the floor to measure her sadness. Through her blurred vision, the ring gleamed as if urging her on, warmth seeming to emanate from her grip.
"Not that scum..."
She couldn't accept that the monster who'd humiliated, defiled, and crushed her dignity was now proving his love by fucking her daughter. He was surely wearing a grotesque, false mask, defiling her girl. That beast alone—no.
"I have to tear them apart."
No matter what, she had to separate that scum from her daughter. Forcing them would risk another explosion like last night; it had to be natural. If she couldn't...
Lee Seo-yoon lifted her head, resolve hardening her face, her once-tender eyes now fierce and predatory.
After consummating with his childhood friend, Kim Il-woo slipped quietly back home. His heart brimmed with such joy that he could've magnanimously tossed his future wife Ara to Park Jun-hyun for a taste.
"Huh? When did Ara's mom send this?"
Checking his phone, he found the dutiful nude selfie waiting.
"While I was fucking Ara?"
The timestamp confirmed she'd woken mid-fuck and sent it. But when he'd left, Lee Seo-yoon's door had still been shut tight.
"Hmm..."
Had she caught him with Ara? Or pretended not to know? Knowing her bottom line and personality, if she'd realized he was fucking her precious daughter, she'd have burst in—since she hadn't, she probably didn't know.
"No point overthinking what I can't know. Time to share this joyous news with our future selves."
Kim Il-woo told the two greatest contributors that he'd finally fucked his childhood friend.
"Sending photo too."
He attached a bonus: Choi Ara, cum-drenched and sleeping shamefully.
My future wife thrashed in embarrassment; I teased her more before getting to the point. After fucking Choi Ara, I'd decided to marry her no matter what. That sparked one curiosity and a lecherous desire: how different was present Choi Ara from her future self? I wanted to fuck the fully conditioned future version. To do that, I'd need future wife to time-travel back again—but time machine inventor Park Jun-hyun's "accident" had frozen the project.
But if past me and Park Jun-hyun develop consumables like the battery first and pass them to the future duo?
A hole-riddled plan: hide the battery like a time capsule, guide them to find it. With the machine existing, just supply the battery to power her extended stay in the past, and she could return.
A base urge to forcibly claim future wife.
Future me would probably love it, right?
Stealing and raping my own wife? Future me wouldn't refuse such a kink-inducing play. Hiding my sleazy intent, I pitched the plan. Future wife got excited at the possibility but cautious.
She couldn't decide alone; chat cut off. While sorting my treasure collection, future me replied after consulting.
Hoping future me grasped my lechery, I relentlessly probed ways to extend stay time. He paused, oddly fixated too.
Did he see through me, or just smell fun? He jumped in eagerly.
"Things are getting fun."
Imagining fucking future wife alongside the mother-daughter duo made my heart race with anticipation. To avoid screwing up, I began moving methodically yet diligently, step by step.