Preemptive Preparations
Kim Il-woo's experiment sending objects to the future had succeeded. Most items vanished or shattered, but there were cases where wreckage was found, and exactly one item arrived intact to the two people in the future. With that, if he made a battery, he could summon his future wife back to the past once more.
"Then I could rape my future wife."
Whether my future self had caught on to this devious plan or not, he was surely thrilled by it. Though the intensity might differ from what he imagined. That's why, before deploying his trump card to plunge the fully conditioned future wife into despair, he planned to confide openly in his future self—but that was still a distant prospect.
"Gotta buy some land."
He needed land in his own name. A house would work too, but they were too damn expensive, so he needed funds for a small plot in some remote spot.
"Good thing I prepared ahead just in case."
After turning Lee Seo-yoon into his personal fuckhole, Kim Il-woo had briefly distanced himself from her while a new plan took shape, keeping him busy with groundwork. What he'd painstakingly prepared was lewd footage of the mother and daughter in all their fleshy glory. Videos specifically for uploading to Hartpans, the adult site where you could monetize porn.
"Wonder if it's made any money."
He'd started Hartpans without the mother-daughter duo knowing, initially as a playful side gig. Now, it would serve as precious funding for buying land.
"Not much, as expected."
The videos starred real-life mother and daughter, but beyond that, they were just generic porn. Other Hartpans creators showed full faces and offered varied plays to delight subscribers. Kim Il-woo's uploads had black mosaics over the eyes, all identifying dialogue excised, leaving them bland and utterly commonplace. Plus, the early ones were mostly hidden-cam shots from limited angles, appealing only to niche fetishists.
"Not a bad thing, actually."
Too much fame would be trouble, and he only needed enough cash for the land. He'd made the Hartpans vids partly for his own amusement, but mainly as a tool to break the duo down.
"Money'll trickle in steadily anyway, so let's repurpose it for its original intent?"
Humming to himself, Kim Il-woo shoved back from his seat and headed to the university, bound for Hartpans' true purpose.
As if it were the most natural thing, he dragged Park Jun-hyun out of the research lab and into their usual café.
"What do you want today?"
Park Jun-hyun looked utterly wrecked—dark circles, exhaustion etched deep. Was he even sleeping? He hadn't gone home in days, still in the same clothes, reeking faintly unpleasantly enough to wrinkle noses.
"All that pathetic slaving away, and still no results?"
Kim Il-woo's blatant taunt made Park Jun-hyun bristle visibly, swallowing rage.
The blueprints he'd brought were the crystallized knowledge of future Park Jun-hyun and renowned professors after endless toil. Grasping and improving them on the spot wasn't child's play.
"…"
But to Park Jun-hyun, this ordinary guy Kim Il-woo had plopped down something monumental, fueling neurosis-level distrust and jealousy. He couldn't snap back at the crude jabs, reduced to impotent fury.
"You still seeing Ara?"
Kim Il-woo's casual mention of Choi Ara, laced with smug condescension—like my bad for expecting better from you—plunged Park Jun-hyun's mood deeper into the gutter.
"Research comes first right now."
"You can just leave your hurt girlfriend hanging?"
"That's not what I meant!"
Park Jun-hyun denied it sharply, bordering on hysteria. His love for her—obsessive, manic fixation—was undoubtedly his driving force.
Whatever... dating or not, doesn't matter to me.
Maintaining the relationship just amplified the thrill of stealing her; a breakup changed nothing for him.
"I get you wanna save Ara, but keep ignoring her and I'll take her off your hands."
"So what gives you the right to spout that bullshit…!"
Park Jun-hyun finally exploded. Having heard his beloved's rape screams in real time, half-mad, he poured himself into the time machine—possibly his last shot at saving her. Who was this guy to judge him, abandoning sleep, routine, even his love?
"What matters is what she thinks, right? You really care about Ara?"
"…!!!"
Kim Il-woo sensed Park Jun-hyun's reason snap. The guy lurched up, fist cocked to smash his face—then froze, déjà vu hitting like a truck.
- Mother. Do you really care about Ara?
A rude convo with his girlfriend's mom, Lee Seo-yoon. Slapped, yet unrepentant, screaming madness outside Ara's door—his shameful self resurfaced.
Similar situation, similar words.
Park Jun-hyun halted abruptly, like slamming brakes.
What the?
Kim Il-woo had baited him expecting at least one punch today, but Park Jun-hyun trembled, fist raised, then lowered it with a grind of teeth and sank back down.
"…?"
Kim Il-woo was genuinely surprised. He'd come to scrape nerves and erode composure, but the guy was cooler than expected.
"Whatever, your call."
Figuring more prodding wouldn't yield results, Kim Il-woo slid over his prepared ploy.
"You jerking off regularly?"
"What?"
"You know."
Kim Il-woo pumped his fist up and down like wanking. Even in this near-empty café, the bold obscenity left Park Jun-hyun dumbfounded.
"Are you insane?"
"Insane? We're prime-age guys—if you don't bust a nut regularly, you get prostate issues."
It was true; neglect led to real problems. Park Jun-hyun vowed to pry this smug bastard away from his girl ASAP.
"You look backed up. Big bro knows a good spot—use this as jerk-off fuel."
"No, I don't need that crap!"
Park Jun-hyun clutched his head, repulsed in earnest. Ignoring him, Kim Il-woo texted Park Jun-hyun's phone the link to his Hartpans channel.
"I'm telling you this for a reason. We both like Ara, yeah? The Hartpans I sent has mosaics, but the girl's Ara-like."
"Pfft!"
Park Jun-hyun, gulping iced coffee to quell boiling guts, sprayed spectacularly.
"Cough! Cough!"
Snot bubbling, he hacked miserably, but Kim Il-woo pressed on.
"Bet you haven't fucked Ara yet. Jerk to this at least, live vicariously."
Actual porn of his girlfriend and her mom. Mosaics hid eyes, voices identifying them were cut—but would he notice?
Not that I sent it just to tip him off.
He planned to use Choi Ara's boyfriend to shatter Lee Seo-yoon. If this flops, pivot to Ara. As a final blow to her iron will, he'd use Choi Ara—but first, shake this guy one more time.
"I'm out. Don't overdo it and drain yourself dry."
"Cough! That psycho fuck…?"
Kim Il-woo was already gone. Park Jun-hyun, clutching impotent rage, trudged back to the lab.
"Hoo…"
Ignoring the weirdo who'd scratched his itch and vanished, he dove into research. Night deepened unnoticed.
"Shit… Meant to see Ara today…"
Not from Kim Il-woo's jab, but he'd skipped too long—today he had to go. Too late now.
"Crash here, shower and change early tomorrow…"
Too shabby for his girl; tomorrow morning it was. He collapsed in the lab corner, exhausted.
"…"
Fatigue warred with sleepless dread. Nightmares gnawed relentlessly; even sleep brought no relief.
"Booze maybe…"
What could knock him out? Kim Il-woo's Hartpans link surfaced.
Prime-age man, yet guilt over arousal from hearing his girl's rape screams killed his libido—no wanks.
Ara-like girl?
Self-soothing that lust for his girl was fine, he clicked in.
"Not free—gotta pay, huh."
Kim Il-woo's rec: a guy fucking a mother-daughter duo. Post-payment, he scanned the vids.
"……Lame."
Few pics/clips of the "Ara-like" girl; mostly "mom" content. Shaky cam, mosaics, chopped audio—mediocre quality.
Still, the women stirred odd excitement.
"She really looks like Ara."
Mosaics or not, the looks, voice tone evoked his girlfriend. Her untouched, he'd fantasized hot nights—matched perfectly.
"Even 'mom' resembles Ara's mom…"
Park Jun-hyun finally jerked off to the lewd, seductive duo mirroring Lee Seo-yoon and Choi Ara. Scarce "daughter" vids forced "mom" as fap fodder.
Screams pierced from the phone. Man atop the woman forced her ass; pinned, she couldn't resist, raped raw.
Park Jun-hyun's rare arousal crashed.
"Tch…"
The scene, cries echoed Ara's rape shrieks in his ears.
"Money-hungry bullshit concept."
Unaware it was his girl's mom getting railed, he cursed her as a whore.
Irked, he quit the vid for sleep—then spotted the channel notice.
A's Mom. Outdoor Exposure?!
Date & Location: ----/----
"Participation event?"
Date a few days out, ironically nearby.
"Near Ara's place."
The eerie coincidences unnerved him.
"…Ignore it."
Drowning in research, neglecting his girl—what right had he to chase sleaze?
Unfulfilled, half-assed release nagging, plus creepy resemblances haunting, Park Jun-hyun tossed sleeplessly.
"…"
The participatory outdoor exposure notice on Hartpans—visible only to link-invited members like him—was Kim Il-woo's trap, perfectly sprung. It gnawed at Park Jun-hyun, robbing sleep for hours.