Married Woman Full Course (4)
Before I knew it, she had taken the lead at the dinner table.
"Honey, try some of this too."
She kept grilling eels and stuffing me with vegetables that were supposedly good for stamina. Whenever garlic or ginger ran low, she'd immediately call over a server for refills. She was so blatant about feeding me all these virility-boosting veggies that the staff bringing them over eyed us with a mix of envy and amusement.
After watching me eat for a while, she spoke up.
"I've been thinking... this seems like the perfect time to give Geon-woo a little brother. What do you think?"
I barely swallowed the mouthful of eel and asked, "Who?"
"Our son. Kim Geon-woo."
Ah, right—the kid from the family photo. That was his name.
She continued with a beaming smile, as if envisioning some blissful future. "If we start now, the age gap with Geon-woo won't be too big. What do you say?"
As she spoke, her gaze lingered on my lower half, and she licked her lips.
Something about her now felt different from before. Was it because of the [Impregnation Sex] scenario? Wondering if I could check, I pulled up the MC OP app.
For smooth scenario execution, Choi Mi-hye's thought structure has been temporarily altered.
Would you like to confirm? Y / N
...Altered thought structure? It was so baffling I couldn't even process it, so I hit Y right away.
The screen that appeared was—
"Whoa..."
The mind of this prim suburban housewife was overflowing with a burning desire to get pregnant.
"Huh? Honey? What do you think? You said during our honeymoon you wanted two kids. I want to give Geon-woo a sibling. Up for it?"
With her head stuffed full of those thoughts, her change made perfect sense. Every idea in her mind—aside from the command to obey me—was centered on impregnation.
"Do we really have to? You had a tough time recovering after Geon-woo."
"Huh? Not really... no, no, I'm fine. Really fine. I've been through it before, so I'm used to it now."
The moment I casually voiced rejection, her face lit up in shock, and she rushed to reassure me.
...I hadn't realized it until now, but I must have a pretty sadistic streak. Setting up the situation myself and then playing dumb to watch her reactions—it was weirdly fun.
"Honey...? How can you say no?"
She clasped her hands together, gazing at me with longing eyes. That pitiful expression made it seem like a heartfelt plea, but the content was utterly absurd.
"I've been asking for our second child forever... Can't you grant my wish?"
She looked every bit the shy wife begging her husband to bear the fruit of their love. But to me, who had just met her today, she was nothing but a faithless slut pleading with a stranger to knock her up.
"Hmm... what to do..."
The more I pretended to mull it over, the more desperate her face grew.
I want to get pregnant with my husband's seed today.
I must obey my husband.
Those two suggestions clashing inside her. Her mind was crammed with the urge to conceive, yet she couldn't defy the man who refused her.
She was on the verge of tears from the agony. And despite all that inner turmoil, she had only one choice.
"Please, please, I'm begging you. Think of it as my lifelong wish and grant it? I'll do anything you say from now on—just this once. No, just this one time. I really want a baby. Your baby. I want our second child tonight."
All she could do was beg me.
I kept eating my meal while savoring her reactions. Naturally, I'd chosen the [Marital Impregnation Sex] option, so once we got back to her place, I'd give her what she wanted.
But that didn't mean I had to reassure her yet, right?
"Aigoo, what's going on here? Whatever she did wrong, you gotta forgive your wife, sir. Right?"
Just as I was enjoying the show, a portly middle-aged man approached.
"I could hear the commotion from the back while prepping. What's the trouble?"
Her pleading must have drawn a crowd; the restaurant owner had come out. He thought he was playing peacemaker for a quarreling couple in his shop... From my perspective, he was just an unwelcome intruder.
Ah, but then a great idea hit me.
"Honey, you want it that bad?"
"Yes, really. It's the most I've ever wanted anything in my life."
When no one was around, she'd blurt out her desire for a second child without hesitation, but with others present, she chose her words carefully. Understandable—begging for pregnancy in front of strangers was mortifying. Well, technically I was a stranger too, but whatever.
"Then say it in front of the owner. Tell him what you want."
"Pardon...?"
The owner, catching on to the situation, grinned good-naturedly and stepped closer. He'd come to intervene, but curiosity about the drama had clearly piqued his interest.
"I don't know what it is, but spit it out loud and clear. No husband could refuse a wife begging like this in public, right?"
"............"
Her face flushed crimson. It was too embarrassing to say aloud in front of others, so she just worked her lips silently.
Just as I was relishing the moment—
"Honey! I want to get pregnant with your baby tonight! Can't we power up on eel and make our second child?"
"........."
"................"
She suddenly shouted it out.
For a weekend lunch, it was an incredibly lewd declaration. Not just the staff—all the customers' eyes turned our way.
"Y-Young couples these days have such good chemistry..."
The owner subtly backed away.
I covered my face, suddenly aware of the stares. Okay, sure, I was the one who made her like this...
...But I hadn't expected her to go that far.
"Honey, wait for me in the bedroom. I'll wash up."
From the moment we half-fled the eel restaurant, she'd been grinning ear to ear. When I urgently shushed her with "Okay, okay, just be quiet...!", it only made her smile wider. She must have been eagerly anticipating this.
Hearing her showering in the master bathroom, I let out a small sigh. Handing over the couple's private sanctuary to me and aiming for impregnation sex. It was supposed to be a scenario for that thrill of conquering another man's wife...
"This is already too on-the-nose..."
If I'd been aiming for humiliation play, maybe it'd be different. But my intended vibe had twisted weirdly, killing the mood.
"...No way to fix this?"
While she washed, I fiddled with MC OP. But I'd already picked all the options under Daily Wife Play, so nothing new jumped out.
"Wait, maybe?"
I scrutinized the bottom of her entry.
"Can I even change scenarios mid-setup?"
On a whim, I hit the switch to Daily Mother-Son Play.
MC OP popped up an alert.
Change settings while current scenario is active? Y / N
Daily Wife Play → Daily Mother-Son Play
Current scenario will be adjusted accordingly.
Please wait a moment.
"Oh? Where's Daddy?"
As messages poured in on my phone, Mi-hye emerged from the bathroom, checking her own device. Gone was the flirtatious wife; now she looked stern, like a strict mother.
She shot me a glare and said, "But Geon-woo, who told you to come into Mommy and Daddy's room? You wanna get in trouble?"
"Huh...?"
Her sudden shift left me stammering like an idiot.
Scowling at my reaction, she snapped sharply, "Daddy was here when you came in, right? Where'd he go?"
"...It's just been you and me here from the start."
"You! Is that how you talk to your mother? Tell me where Daddy went. Mommy's in a hurry right now."
"........."
She said she was in a hurry, but I'd already hit the switch. The app just showed [Please wait a moment.], so I was as stuck as she was.
"You really didn't see Daddy? Sigh... where the hell did your father go? I didn't even hear the door."
She couldn't even imagine that the man she'd seen as a stranger yesterday was now husband and son in her warped mind.
She plopped down beside me, tousling her wet hair clinging to her shoulders. Half-covered by a towel, this mature woman emanated a fragrant scent right next to me—yet she showed no caution, just grumbled on. As if I were truly her son.
"Go on out for now. When you see Daddy, tell him Mommy's waiting in the bedroom. I'm letting it slide today, Geon-woo, but not next time. You can't just barge into Mommy and Daddy's room. Got it?"
"Y-Yeah..."
Once I figured out the scenario, I'd come back in. As I moved to leave—
Both our phones buzzed at once.
Scenario change complete.
The updated scenario is—
"Hold on a sec."
She strode toward me from the bed. Thinking she had something to say, I looked up—only for her to brush past and lock the door with a click.
She glanced around suspiciously. With her sighing dreamily behind me, I checked the alert.
Updated scenario: 'The Only Man in Front of a Frustrated, Pregnancy-Craving Mom Is Her Son'
"Just got a text from Daddy. He's not coming home tonight."
She beckoned me over. As I approached, her face shed both the stern mother and the gentle wife.
"My son. Wanna do something nice with Mommy?"
It was the face of a bitch in heat.