Butterfly Caught in a Trap
In the marital bedroom, I sat alone before the vanity mirror, relying on the faint glow of the mood lighting.
"Haa…… nn……"
Carefully taking the hem of my white slip and slowly rolling it up over my breasts, a suppressed moan of pain slipped between my lips.
My upper body, laid bare in the mirror, bore every mark of the savagery that had unfolded in the basement that afternoon.
Where smooth, dazzling milk-white skin should have been, ugly handprints of deep purple bruises were branded into my flesh—the vicious imprint of Lu Yuyen's ten fingers digging in.
I scooped a multi-million-won regenerative cream my husband had bought for me onto my fingertips and spread it over the bruised mounds. Even the lightest touch made my breasts throb as if they were being torn apart.
Wounds like these…… they're nothing.
To hide the swollen bruises, I pulled on a negligee that covered me densely from cleavage to collarbone.
My body was a wreck, yet I needed to confirm his tender warmth tonight if my fragile world was not to collapse.
Eleven o'clock. The bedroom door opened and Jin-hyuk stepped inside.
"Honey, you're still awake?"
His low, soft baritone wrapped around the silence of the room. I rose as if I had been waiting and sank into his broad embrace.
"You worked hard again today, didn't you?"
"You're the one who must be exhausted looking after Ari. Why is it so dark in here?"
Jin-hyuk encircled my waist with careful hands, as if handling the world's most precious piece of glasswork. The shame of the afternoon melted away beneath him like snow.
"You're even more beautiful than usual tonight, Se-ah."
He cradled my cheeks in both hands and kissed me with exquisite slowness and gentleness. A perfectly romantic kiss—lips overlapping as if sharing breath, then licking upward like a feather's stroke.
That overwhelming tenderness disarmed every last shred of my reason.
Jin-hyuk lifted me effortlessly and laid me carefully onto the bed. He did not rush. Rather than flaunting the massive presence hidden beneath his zipper, he peeled back the hem of my negligee with agonizing slowness, as though drawing aside the veil of a sanctuary.
"Haa…… Jin-hyuk……"
His hot lips found my thighs and hips. From my slender ankles all the way to the insides of my knees he kissed with meticulous devotion, and I trembled along my spine, letting out soft cries.
Yes. This man loves me. Only me—he holds me this gently.
An overwhelming girth slowly parting me and pressing inward. His thick length filled my narrow depths.
Instead of rough motions he gripped my hips firmly and began to roll his waist in a deep, heavy, unhurried tempo. With my husband's warmth tenderly filling me to the very end of my womb, I closed my eyes and surrendered to the waves of pleasure.
But at the very peak of that happiness, Jin-hyuk's hand slid upward onto my breast.
The place that had screamed in pain at the mere brush of fabric lace was suddenly crushed in his large hand.
"Euhp……!"
The flesh that Lu Yuyen had already violated was ground mercilessly once more, as if fed into a blender by my husband's ruthless grip.
Yet I bit down hard on my lip and swallowed the scream back into my throat.
If I cried out here, he would discover the hideous bruises.
"Hng……! Hh……!"
Even as I convulsed, I forced the corners of my mouth upward and gasped for breath.
"Se-ah? What's wrong? You're sweating so much. Does something hurt?"
Jin-hyuk added sly pressure to the hand still crushing my breast, mashing it cruelly once more, and asked in a voice of feigned concern.
"Ah—no…… hng, honey…… it's just too good……!"
Even as pain tore through my chest I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face against him.
The worse the pain grew, the sharper my murderous intent toward Lu Yuyen was honed.
That filthy whore who dared disturb my perfect world. I'll crush you soon enough.
Jin-hyuk stroked my shuddering back and breathed a sweet whisper into my ear.
"Don't worry, Se-ah. I'll protect you from everything."
Overwhelmed, I came with a sob-laced cry of ecstasy.
After he finished, spent and limp, he held me tightly and fell asleep.
Jin-hyuk's even breathing gave me a sense of fulfillment, yet the throbbing pain in my breasts kept me from sleep. Over the bruises he himself had pulverized, Lu Yuyen's greasy laughter layered itself like an auditory hallucination.
The screams I had swallowed to preserve the shell of the noble wife now scraped at my heart like sharpened blades.
Stronger than my husband's promise to protect me, the rage that demanded I personally cut off that whore's breath burned darker in the darkness.
If only I had known, even then, what madness glinted in Jin-hyuk's eyes as he soothed me—would anything have been different?
The next morning, sunlight filled the dressing room.
I erased the purple brands on my chest with thick concealer.
The woman in the mirror had once again become the pure madam of the house.
Two o'clock in the afternoon, private hotel lounge in Cheongdam-dong.
In this place where every scrap of Gangnam high-society intelligence gathered, I sat in the seat of honor and lifted my teacup with elegant poise.
"Everyone's already here. Am I the only late one?"
Kang Hee-kyeong, black fan in hand, walked in and sat snugly beside me. She slithered up to my ear like a snake and whispered.
"Se-ah. I heard the mistress is daring to eye the main bedroom. Are you just going to stay all refined and proper?"
The moment Lu Yuyen's name surfaced, I froze.
"Don't make that face. I'm trying to help you. Have you ever heard of Avalon's Black Room?"
"……No. But I want to know."
Hee-kyeong began to murmur, in a soft voice, of Avalon's secret: the Sex Duel.
It was a cruel yet just combat in which the façades of law and morality were cast aside and ranking was decided by the flesh of females alone.
"I'm sorry for bringing it up first and scaring you, but if you truly intend to do this, steel yourself. This isn't just grabbing hair and brawling, Se-ah."
A faint note of worry colored Hee-kyeong's voice.
"If you lose, it will be truly horrific. The loser is stripped of every right before the winner."
Suddenly the crushing weight of Lu Yuyen's heavy breasts flashed through my mind.
I would grind that arrogant mass of flesh to pulp under my overwhelming weight. Even the mere fantasy sent a chill of excitement racing up my spine.
"I appreciate the concern, but I'd like to hear more details."
My head was already filled with the perfect plan to butcher Lu Yuyen.
The main house in Hannam-dong.
A wooden swing hanging from the branch of a decades-old great oak sliced through the air with a pleasant creak of friction.
"Daddy, higher! Higher!"
"Hold on tight, my little princess. Here we go—whoosh!"
My daughter Ari, dressed in a white frock, kicked her feet in excitement. Wearing the mask of a doting father, I gently pushed the swing.
Bzzzt.
At that moment the second phone in my pocket gave a short vibration.
With one hand I continued pushing the swing; with the other I checked the screen.
She had taken the bait I cast, and Se-ah had finally asked.
With one hand I typed a quick reply.
Almost the instant I sent it, the "typing…" bubble appeared, followed by a sticky reply.
On the surface she ruled as the elegant queen of information who held every secret of Gangnam high society in her palm; beneath the text, Hee-kyeong was nothing but a bitch in heat.
"Daddy! Put me down now! I saw a butterfly over there."
"Where? Wow, Ari has sharp eyes. That's a really pretty white butterfly."
Just like your mother.
I kept the rest of the thought to myself, played along with the child's chatter, and unhesitatingly punched in the most vulgar, insulting text imaginable.
I switched the phone screen off without a second thought.
"Shall we stop playing and have a snack, my girl?"
"Hiiing! But I haven't caught the butterfly yet!"
"Don't worry. Daddy will catch the butterfly later. Mommy says she prepared snacks, so let's hurry. My pretty daughter."
"Okay!"
I scooped Ari up and settled her firmly on my solid shoulders for a piggyback ride.
The white butterfly was already caught dead-center in the spiderweb I had woven so carefully. The more she struggled to escape, the tighter the tough silk would bind her large, beautiful wings. I was merely the predator who savored those faint vibrations and waited for the perfect moment to choke the life from her.
Right about now Se-ah would be perfectly snared in Hee-kyeong's trap, refining her murderous intent while fantasizing about how she would crush Lu Yuyen's massive breasts.
My perfect wife, Yoon Se-ah.
I truly love her.