A Morning of Deception
At the deepest ridge of Hannam-dong UN Village, a vast mansion rose like a sovereign on the cliff overlooking the Han River.
Its walls were floor-to-ceiling glass, brazenly open to the outside world. Yet even if one strode naked through the living room without a scrap of clothing, the ironclad security ringing the estate sealed off not only every entrance but every unworthy gaze as well.
"Daddy, I'm going nowww—!"
Five-year-old Ari, dressed in a yellow kindergarten uniform, pressed her tiny hands neatly over her belly and bowed with an adorable formality.
"My little princess, you forgot something."
I bent lightly at the waist and swept the child up in one motion. Ari floated into the air, giggling as she locked her arms around my neck. I pressed a soft kiss to her plump cheek, warm and white as freshly steamed rice cake.
"Have a good day at kindergarten, then."
"Yes! Daddy! See you later!"
Once Ari disappeared with the housekeeper, I walked slowly into the living room.
My wife sat on the sofa.
Yoon Se-ah. Once a living myth of the fashion world, a legendary icon. Now a madam cloaked in elegance, she was called by all who adored her the Madonna of Gangnam.
One hundred sixty-five centimeters. Petite for a model, yet blessed with perfect proportions. Her pale, elastic skin and figure created the illusion that her prime had been perfectly preserved in amber.
And those sensual breasts that contradicted the pure, lily-like impression of her face. The Z-cup swell strained against the limits of her blouse, a mass no mere adjective like "enormous" could ever contain. Ripe melons—no, two enormous, densely packed watermelons hanging in full from her chest, an unreal weight of flesh.
The queen who held the world at her feet crumbled like magic the instant my gaze touched her.
"When did you get here? Honey……."
A faint flush bloomed across Se-ah's cheeks in an instant.
"You were so beautiful I lost myself just looking at you."
I approached with a languid smile. Sitting beside her on the sofa, I drew her waist into my arms, and Se-ah naturally rested her head against my shoulder.
"Honestly, honey……. You'll come home early today, won't you?"
"If I come home early, what will you do for me?"
"I'll have your favorite dinner ready…… and then……."
"And then?"
Without waiting for her answer, I reached across the neat silk of her blouse. I seized one of those heavy breasts that a single hand could never fully contain, squeezing it roughly through the fabric.
"Hnn……! H-honey……. W-what if the housekeeper hears……."
"Se-ah. Does that matter right now?"
I crushed her plump red lips beneath mine. Slowly, deeply. I plundered her mouth as if I meant to swallow her tongue by the root, tangling our saliva until her body shuddered.
Then my hand drove without hesitation beneath her skirt. I pulled the thin black silk panties aside, revealing her already soaked, glistening, delectable soft-pink pussy.
"Haaah……! H-honey……. We can't, please……!"
"Already this sloppy?"
"Haa, ahh……! Th-that's…… because you're touching me……."
I buried my fingers without mercy between those wet folds. Parting her tight entrance, I thrust two long, thick knuckles in at once. Her pussy clamped down hard around them, convulsing and writhing madly. Squish, schlick. The lewd friction rang out, mocking the silence of the living room.
"Ah, ang……! It's too, hnn, it feels too good, honey……!"
Se-ah's unfocused eyes held only blind love and trust for me, and the naked craving of a thoroughly trained bitch.
Every time my fingers stabbed roughly against her inner walls, she swallowed a small breath and buried her face in my shoulder. Beneath the blouse, those massive breasts heaved obscenely with her ragged breathing. Beautiful and vulgar motions, perfected and tamed for me alone.
Poor thing.
I sneered coldly inside as I yanked my fingers free from her deepest point in one pull.
"Ahh……? H-honey……?"
Se-ah looked up at me in startled loss, eyes pleading. The starved expression said she was ready to drop to the floor and pull my zipper down with her teeth.
But I rose, planting a gentle yet firm kiss on her forehead.
"Shame. It's almost time for work."
"Haa…… Y-yes……."
I took a disinfectant wipe from my pocket and carefully cleaned the fingers coated in Se-ah's sticky juices.
"We'll finish what we started tonight. I'm off. I love you, Se-ah."
"Come home safe. I love you too, honey. Early—you have to come home early……."
I turned my back on my wife as she twisted her thighs together, unable to control her flushed body, and saw me off.
The moment the front door closed, my smile evaporated like a machine whose power had been cut, turning ice-cold.
I climbed into the waiting Maybach's back seat. The door shut, sealing a perfect soundproof space, and I immediately took out my phone and pressed a speed-dial number.
"Oppa~! Why didn't you call me yesterday."
Her coquettish, high-pitched voice poured through the receiver.
"Did my Lu Yuyen sleep well?"
"Sleep well, my ass. You didn't rock me on top of you, so my bottom hole felt so empty I thought I was gonna die. That washed-up model unnie's arms must've felt that good, huh?"
The vulgar, scheming bitch dared to spit out such overreaching jealousy.
I crossed my legs at my leisure and whispered sweetly, low against her ear.
"You know. Se-ah is boring. The only things that drive my cock crazy are that pussy and those tits of yours—you know that perfectly well."
"Oppa, you have to come to my place today. I'll suck every last drop of your cock juice into my pussy without leaving a single one. Hurry over and fuck my hole properly."
"Hmm…… if I feel like it."
"Haa, you're so mean. You're a goddamn master at making people desperate……."
Her breathing grew steadily rougher through the line. Cloth rustled and fluttered, then she ground her teeth and continued.
"Haa……. Just thinking about Oppa's cock makes my pussy so wet I could go crazy."
Schlick, squelch. Explicit wet friction of flesh rubbing against itself rang through the phone. I didn't need to see it.
"Ahhk……! That high-and-mighty flower bitch…… haeung! She's probably never even properly sucked Oppa's thing once……."
The lewd wet sounds grew faster and more violent. The sound of her thrusting her own fingers mercilessly into her cunt and panting like an animal. With her free hand she was surely mauling those stupidly huge tits.
"Eung! It pisses me off.…… All that bitch has to do is lie there with her pretty face and spread her legs, right?"
"What's got you so worked up? There's no hotter bitch than you."
"The place Oppa always goes back to is the main house. If I sat in the lady-of-the-house seat, I could support you a hundred times more perfectly than that old washed-up hag!"
Lu Yuyen's cries were completely ruined, steeped in pleasure and inferiority. In my mind I watched that vulgar naked body thrashing her hips madly, thighs dripping with her juices, and I flicked a blatant spark onto the powder keg of her inferiority and greed.
"Lu Yuyen. The Hannam-dong mansion. Want the password?"
"……W-why all of a sudden?"
"0418. See for yourself with your own eyes just how noble Se-ah pretends to breathe. And freely imagine yourself sitting on that lady-of-the-house seat, ruling over everything."
"Oppa, are you serious right now?"
I could feel her breathing tremble through the line, soaked in greed.
Instead of answering, I let out a languid laugh and ended the call.
The bait had been cast perfectly.
That hunting dog, blinded by her hollow craving for the lady-of-the-house seat, would soon cross a forbidden line. And then my perfect wife, Yoon Se-ah, would shed her own purity to tear apart the vermin that invaded her sanctuary—and fall into the ugliest beast of all.
"I can't wait. Hurry……."
Imagining that wretched and beautiful ruin made the thing in my pants swell to bursting. A bitter smile spread across my lips.
Before long, the Maybach arrived at Avalon, the tower rising in the middle of Gangnam-daero.
"We've arrived, sir."
"See you later."
Just as I was about to step out, Driver Kim, still gripping the wheel, glanced at the rearview mirror without reading the room and added a warm little remark.
"The weather's lovely again today. Shall I take you to Cheongdam-dong later?"
I met his eyes through the rearview mirror and answered in a gentle voice.
"Haha, thank you for your concern, Driver Kim. I'll tell you the destination after work."
Despite the soft reply, my insides had frozen solid.
I've used this one long enough. Running his mouth when no one asked. I'll use him until the end of this month, then replace him.
Other people's lives were disposable goods, to be used and thrown away at any time. That was the sole principle governing my existence.