The Princess and the Stray Dog (Se-ah's Perspective)
I loved the pure air of our home.
The serene calm of a sterile room, thoroughly sealed off from the outside world—like a transparent glass castle protecting my family.
"Mommy, the bunny doll says it's hungry. Give me strawberry cake!"
My daughter Ari—into whom I had poured every drop of the husband I loved more than my own life—held out a toy teacup with her small hands.
The sight of her made something in my chest swell so full it almost ached.
I offered her a tender smile and slowly stroked her soft hair.
But lately a faint foreignness had been threatening this peace.
From the collar of my husband's shirt, or from the air of the study where he had briefly lingered, a strange, vulgar sweetness would seep out in the faintest traces.
My husband's affair. I was not so dull a woman as to be ignorant of that truth.
Still, I willingly closed my eyes. No—I made a show of closing them.
It did not matter what filth he dipped his feet into outside.
So long as the moment he opened the front door he remained my perfect husband, I could be content with that.
That was how I protected my private paradise. It was my creed.
Beep. Beep-beep-beep. Click.
The sudden chime of the electronic door lock. It was not yet time for my husband to return.
A chill of instinct slid down my spine. Exactly as I feared, a nauseating uninvited guest who made me doubt my own eyes boldly shoved her shod feet across the threshold.
"Hi there, model unnie. Nice house you've got. Hi Ari, too—way cuter than in the photos."
The peaceful air of the living room was ripped open in an instant by the stabbing reek of cheap perfume.
A vulgar stranger.
A trashy red off-shoulder dress that forced her bursting breasts into place, bleached blonde hair, skin tanned far past taste—she was an alien presence that clashed with this mansion in every possible way.
Each click of those cheap heels on the marble felt as if it were churning my insides. The low-class scent of heat she radiated was foul filth that even our perfect climate system could never purify.
Disgusting…
Lu Yuyen.
I remembered. A low-class whore from the Shanghai slums, a parasite clinging to my husband. I had once set people on her trail and learned every scrap of her history; no one knew better than I how filthy the vulgar flesh standing before me truly was.
"You! How dare you set foot in here?"
I growled low, barely holding back the murderous heat rising in my throat. Lu Yuyen stopped and smiled with sly, coy charm.
"Came to say hi to my cute little future daughter, of course."
When Lu Yuyen took a step closer, a terrified Ari seized my skirt hem with her fern-like little hands and hid behind my legs.
Every time the child's trembling breath brushed my calf, it felt as if the reason inside me were being butchered raw.
Lu Yuyen paid no attention. She bent deep at the waist, forcing her eyes to meet Ari's where the girl cowered behind me.
With that vulgar motion her heavy breasts swayed obscenely.
"Our Ari doesn't know yet, does she—how hard Daddy pants every night buried in this unnie's plump chest? It's a whole different level from your mommy's old decorations."
Lewd whispers driven straight into a child's pure ears.
Lu Yuyen deliberately cupped and lifted her massive breasts for show, flashing a sly smile at Ari.
The instant I saw that abominable gesture, the last thread of reason in my head snapped clean through.
"Housekeeper!"
At my cold, heavy summons the housekeeper who had come running from the kitchen froze, her face drained of color.
"Take Ari upstairs to the second-floor room at once. Lock the door tight and do not take a single step out until I call you."
The moment I confirmed Ari had vanished completely into the housekeeper's arms, I charged Lu Yuyen like a beast, without a second's hesitation.
"Kyaaah! Y-you crazy bitch! Let go!"
I seized a fistful of Lu Yuyen's hair with brutal force.
I had long since cast aside the mask of the lady of the house. Pulling her scalp taut as if it would tear free, I dragged her across the marble corridor toward the empty basement at the rear of the mansion.
Unpleasant heat bled from the vulgar blonde clump clenched in my fist.
"Let go of me! You crazy bitch! You think Oppa will just let this slide when he finds out?!"
Lu Yuyen thrashed and raked my wrist with her sharp nails, but I felt no pain at all. That laughable struggle only cruelly woke the predator's instinct that had slept inside me. The venom that had once crushed every rival on the runway boiled madly through my veins.
"Shut your mouth. Today your hide is going to be peeled off right here by my hands."
Dragged by the hair down the steep basement stairs, Lu Yuyen was flung hard onto the cold cement floor. The space was a storage room temporarily emptied for sorting unused things.
"This crazy old bitch… nothing but stupid brute strength…"
Lu Yuyen pushed herself up from the floor, staggered to her feet, and glared at me with eyes swimming in poison.
"What, are you afraid of me?"
Her taunt was nothing but a shallow ploy meant to scrape at my reason.
"My husband going into heat over that vulgar lump of flesh is only a temporary urge. Nothing more than a diversion for excretion."
At my icy sneer, Lu Yuyen's brows twitched ever so slightly.
"Interesting words, unnie."
She deliberately twisted the corners of her mouth upward, then roughly yanked the zipper down her back.
Srrr—
The red dress dropped uselessly around her feet.
Beneath it lay sheer red mesh lingerie. The flimsy straps could not contain her explosive breasts; flesh spilled out roughly, and through the mesh holes her purple nipples jutted in obscenity. The string panties that dug deep between her thighs were every bit as blatant.
Exactly the cheap whore I expected.
Sensing my disgusted stare, Lu Yuyen smiled slyly and stripped even the lingerie off with rough hands.
"Look carefully. At this lump of flesh Oppa goes crazy sucking and biting every single night."
Faced with that arrogant display, I too slowly undid the buttons of my blouse. My neat hair came loose and spilled down my nape; I paid it no mind.
When blouse and skirt fell to my feet, pure-white silk lingerie embroidered with elegant lace was revealed. I reached behind my back and unhooked the bra.
In the middle of the empty basement, two pairs of massive breasts faced each other.
Lu Yuyen's wildness and my elegance.
Admiration for charms the other could never possess, and a raw blue jealousy that wanted to tear those charms apart this very second, coiled together like snakes.
As if by unspoken agreement we both locked our hands behind our own backs and began driving our chests forward into each other.
The crushed masses of flesh warped one another's shape as they collided with savage force.
"Heut…!"
"Haang…"
A grotesque probing duel of breast grinding into breast.
The surface of contact widened steadily. We held our breath and crushed each other as if to shatter, until the entire swell of those massive breasts was flattened completely. Insultingly, we were equal. I clenched my teeth and momentarily eased the pressure that had been grinding my opponent, putting distance between us.
Surprisingly—and insultingly—we were equal.
The sheer mass I felt at the end of mashing each other until flesh spilled out—the fact that this whore and I matched without the slightest error—drove me even madder.
Murderous rage surged at the knowledge that a creature like her dared possess weapons equal to mine.
Touched by the cold basement air, both our chests had flushed a pitiful, furious red.
As if that visual spark lit the fuse, Lu Yuyen's poison-laced eyes flashed first; both her hands shot out like snakes.
"I'll check for myself just how firm those old tits really are!"
Her hands seized my entire breasts in a brutal, crushing grip.
I refused to yield. Both my hands shot out and roughly clamped her swaying bronze breasts from either side. I put power into every finger joint and squeezed the elastic flesh as if to pulverize it; Lu Yuyen's upper-body muscles jerked short in pain.
I raised the nails of all ten fingers, clamped Lu Yuyen's breast flesh so hard the blood could not flow, and twisted with cruel force.
We mercilessly crushed and wrenched each other's massive breasts. Flesh that seemed ready to burst between our fingers turned white; taut, swollen veins bulged grotesquely beneath the skin.
The agony of my precious femininity being hideously distorted gouged through my entire body, yet I gritted my teeth and drove my nail-tips deeper into that disgusting whore's breasts, grinding them without mercy.
Only the murderous will to turn the other into a permanently broken lump of meat filled the raw air of the basement.
"…Auk! You old bitch!"
"Haek…! Don't call me that! You whore!"
A dizzying deadlock of squeezing and twisting each other's breasts as if to destroy them.
Nothing but the obsession to overpower the other burned thick and sticky through the basement air.