The Three Obediences
Fujiwara Koharu…? That was her name, right? I know it’s rude to suspect someone who helped me. Her way of speaking, her face—she looked exactly like the cherished youngest daughter of some noble family, the kind of appearance and tone that naturally inspires trust in anyone who sees her. When she saved me, I genuinely felt grateful to her.
But that crazy bitch Yoon Arin had helped me at first too, hadn’t she? The problem was that it wasn’t out of pure goodwill—it was just a choice to satisfy her own desires… So the same doubt crept in again. Was this woman saving me only because she wanted me too?
With that suspicion in mind, I had intended to follow her instruction to wait by her car, but instinct made me turn back and press my ear to the door to eavesdrop… The ending wasn’t pretty. The moment I realized she was no different from Yoon Arin, my body froze right there in front of the door. She hadn’t even used her Individuality on me, yet the shock hit just as hard. I wanted to believe in her, at least… Even though we’d only met today and I hadn’t known her long. I didn’t want to doubt the kindness of the person who had saved me…
"……Y-yes?"
I was so tense that I stuttered.
"Pardon?"
It was something I’d heard at least once during Korean history class back in school. I hadn’t forgotten its meaning even now.
"……"
"Y… yes… I think that’s right…"
It seemed the saying existed in this world too. One of the moral norms from Confucian culture that defined women’s status and roles… The other one was probably the Seven Sins of Womanhood, right? Of course, in this world the genders were reversed, so the meaning had flipped accordingly.
Fujiwara Koharu took my hand. She slowly stroked my palm with both of hers. The warmth of her touch was unmistakable.
"Yes…"
She was confirming my identity.
With a terrifying expression, she stared straight into my face and scolded my behavior.
"K-Koharu-ssi… you’re… not… my wife…"
For some reason, a sudden surge of courage made me question her in return. Was it born from the desperate longing not to have my freedom taken away again?
Koharu let out a deep sigh.
She released my hand, placed one of her own on her slender waist in clear displeasure, and gazed off into the distance as if the road ahead truly stretched endlessly.
"Huh?"
Her hand rose. It landed on my cheek.
SLAP!
It was the second time Siwu had been slapped since arriving in this world. The force was so strong his head whipped all the way around. Look at that dazed, bewildered expression on his face—he couldn’t even process what had just happened. If someone who didn’t know the situation saw this scene, they might assume the man had committed some grave offense. But those of us who knew exactly what Siwu had been through could only feel pity for this small, fragile boy.
Stay strong, Namgung Siwu!
SLAP!
Another blow landed on the same spot. His head, which had just returned to center, spun again. Then it came back. Her hand rose once more.
"W… what…?"
SLAP!
Hand and cheek collided violently again. Without pause, Koharu’s hand flew up once more, aimed squarely at Siwu’s left cheek.
"J-just a moment—"
SLAP!
"Haa… haa…"
Koharu’s breathing grew ragged as she continued the assault. This wasn’t from vigorous physical exertion. From a young age, she had undergone countless trainings to become a Special Security Maintenance Officer. One of them was physical conditioning. Her current stamina rivaled that of a professional track athlete. A few slaps weren’t enough to tire her.
No. Her breathing had grown rough because she was sexually aroused. Dopamine flooded her brain and coursed through her entire body. Her heart raced faster. It pounded wildly, as if she had just sprinted at full speed.
A droplet of fluid slid down between her thighs, tracing along her leg. At the same time, water flowed down the small, adorable boy’s face as well. Both of them were leaking fluids from their bodies—an utterly absurd scene.
Siwu was crying.
"……"
Yet he remained strangely quiet. At first his expression had been one of shock and utter surprise… but with every slap, it grew darker. It resembled the face of a kitten that had lost its mother—pitiful, helpless, and unbearably sad.
SLAP!
She could have switched to the other cheek, but instead she kept brutally striking the same left side over and over.
SLAP!
Life drained from Siwu’s pupils. The light in them faded. He thought about blocking with his hands, but they remained still. It seemed even his hands understood it was pointless. If he tried to block, he would only get hit harder. So he simply endured the slaps… waiting until her hand finally stopped.
Her hand rose again. But this time… it settled gently on his shoulder. At last, her “husband training” had ended. A husband must be disciplined from the very beginning—that was what her mother had taught her. After all, she couldn’t very well show herself beating her husband in front of their future children, could she?
"Yes……"
Her terrifying expression melted into the gentle face of a woman gazing at her beloved husband as she asked the question. Siwu had finally submitted. Whether it was complete submission only Siwu himself knew…
After beating him, Koharu offered the medicine. She lovingly embraced her husband(?). While holding him, she pulled his head back just enough to gaze at the lovely Siwu with both eyes.
Her face flushed bright red as she asked shyly. It was a girlish expression no one would ever associate with the woman who had just been beating a man senseless.
"…Once or so…"
Her expression froze over again.
"……"
Without a word, he turned his head toward the conference room door behind him. Even though he hadn’t spoken, Koharu understood the meaning perfectly.
THUD!
"Ugh…!"
This time it wasn’t her hand—it was her foot that slammed into Siwu’s stomach. He crumpled backward.
"Kuh-hek…"
He let out a grotesque sound as he collapsed.
"Cough… cough… khup…"
The kick had been so powerful that he couldn’t stop coughing violently.
"Cough… y-yes…"
Our idiot fool Namgung Siwu could have lied and said he hadn’t, and probably wouldn’t have been hit—but instead he honestly confessed. By the way, he had already become quite docile after all those slaps; he didn’t even protest the kick. It was a truly remarkable change in attitude. It seemed the overwhelming difference in power he felt from Koharu had completely crushed his spirit.
Clutching his throbbing stomach, he struggled to his feet. He had coughed so much that drool was dripping from his mouth.
In an instant, she closed in again and stole his lips.
She pushed her tongue inside as if she had done it many times before. When Yoon Arin had violated Siwu’s mouth during their first kiss, she had been surprisingly skilled too. It seemed this was simply the realm of instinct.
"Mmph… haa…"
Completely ignoring the fact that Siwu had been drooling, she began ravaging the inside of his mouth. She kept kissing him while holding him in her arms. She even gripped his head with both hands and slowly savored every corner of his mouth. Koharu drank Siwu’s saliva, and Siwu drank hers. The spit of a Japanese woman and a Joseon man mingled inside his mouth. Siwu had no choice but to accept Koharu’s violent tongue.
"…It feels good…"
She mixed in a Japanese word and kissed him again. Even while kissing, he kept shedding big, fat tears. The pitiful sight of him crying only excited Koharu more. The flowing tears, the unfocused eyes—everything about it was unbearably stimulating to her.
"……"
Siwu had gotten hard down there. The body was honest. It seemed the act wasn’t stimulating only to Koharu. Siwu’s lower half was standing tall and proud, as if shouting ‘What does the situation have to do with me?’ at his current circumstances and feelings. Was there any man in this world—or even the previous one—who wouldn’t get hard while deep-kissing a beautiful girl with a flawless face?
She had noticed the change in his lower body.
"Yes… I’m sorry…"
Siwu apologized again. It seemed his entire body was unconsciously doing everything it could to avoid getting hit anymore.
Koharu’s palm slowly stroked the area where his erection strained against his clothes.
"……"
With those words, she stopped stroking his cock through his clothes, grabbed his hand, and began leading him out of the building. Siwu followed obediently like livestock being dragged to the slaughterhouse.
"…Where are we…"
After staying silent and powerless for so long, Siwu finally spoke up to ask their destination.
"……!"
The mental shock from the beating had clouded Siwu’s focus, but it snapped back into clarity. What awaited him ahead was painfully obvious. His mind understood perfectly that resisting would lead to the same result. Yet his brain must have decided to struggle until the very end, because his body reacted on instinct and moved.
He suddenly yanked his hand free and sprinted in the opposite direction.
But Siwu’s desperate escape attempt ended pathetically in less than three seconds. Her reflexes were truly monstrous. She hadn’t reacted when he pulled away, but the instant he did, she responded immediately and caught him again within three seconds. One hand wrapped around his waist from behind while the other seized a fistful of his hair.
"FUCKING BITCH!!!! Let go!!! Let go, you crazy cunt!!!!!!!!!"
He must have already forgotten about the beating, because he began thrashing and hurling curses at the overwhelmingly powerful woman before him without any thought of the consequences.
Koharu had long since been consumed by lust. As proof, she twisted her legs like someone desperate to pee and even let out soft moans. The hallway wasn’t an appropriate place for a married couple’s intimate acts, so she had been holding herself back.
"Let gooooo! Fuck… AAAAAAAGH!! FUUUUUUCK!!!!!"
She dragged him by the hair, pulling him toward the building’s exit. Siwu pounded desperately at the hand gripping his scalp.
"Let go!!! I said let go!!!!!"
Yet Koharu’s hand didn’t budge. Of course not. Would anyone feel pain from a kitten throwing a weak little punch? She ignored him completely and continued dragging him by the hair until they finally reached the main entrance.
By now she seemed to secretly enjoy his resistance. She could have easily dragged him using the Order she originally possessed or the Brainwash she had borrowed from Professor Yoon Arin, yet she deliberately chose this rough method.
"F… fuck… let go… ugh… uwaaaaah…"
Our poor Siwu could do nothing but cry. After screaming and rejecting his fate, he even stopped hitting her hand.
She dragged him outside and soon reached the parking lot. Even as his clothes scraped harshly against the asphalt, Koharu continued at the same pace.
When Koharu reached the car, the female bodyguards in black suits standing guard bowed deeply to her.
"FUUUUUUCK!!! S… save… save me!!!!!!!!"
The foolish Siwu, unaware they were her people, begged them for help. As if that would work.
They didn’t even seem to hear Siwu’s desperate pleas. The terrifying women showed no reaction whatsoever. Even while watching a man being dragged by his hair like a dog, they didn’t bat an eye. Instead of showing surprise, they simply opened the limousine door for her.
It was a large, long black limousine that looked exactly like the ones Siwu had seen in various media. The windows were heavily tinted, making it impossible to see inside. That was precisely why Koharu had decided to consummate her first union with her beloved husband inside this limousine.
She finally released his hair so she could get in first.
"Kek!"
THUMP!
Because she let go so suddenly, Siwu’s head slammed hard against the limousine floor. His face twisted in pain. He had already been grimacing from the pain of being dragged by the hair, but Koharu didn’t seem to care at all. Her mind was entirely focused on the consummation that was about to take place. Instead, a broad smile spread across her face as she slipped her arms under his armpits from behind, hugging him tightly as she pulled him into the limousine. Head, shoulders, torso, knees, feet—his body was sucked inside in that order.
"Uwaaaaah… uwaaaah! Don’t… don’t do this!!!!"
Siwu wept bitterly, sobbing so pathetically that anyone who saw would feel sorry for him. Koharu’s bodyguards closed the limousine door for her. They were cold and ruthless. They showed no emotion whatsoever toward Siwu. Like machines, they simply carried out the orders given to them.
After they closed the door, not a single sound leaked out. The limousine seemed to be fully soundproofed. Instead, the expensive vehicle rocked ever so slightly from side to side… There was no need to explain the cause.