The Jealous Gloomy First Wife Desperate to Block Her Husband's Harem 1
There are times when someone comes up to complain about noise between floors but leaves after just a word or two. She seemed fine on the outside, but maybe she had a fragile heart. Or perhaps she was just naturally timid. She'd been screaming hysterically outside the door, after all.
Well, considering my current state, it's no wonder she freaked out. She must've thought some muscle-bound giant of a woman was standing there half-naked. Still, her face struck me as pretty enough. That fiery red hair burning like flames and those pumpkin-orange eyes left quite an impression. Maybe I should go down later to apologize.
"U-um... S-Si... Sihoo-nim...!"
"Hm. Coming around?"
In the meantime, Eunha had regained her senses and called out to me. But she still couldn't control her body, so it looked like there were aftereffects.
"Feeling any better?"
"Hehe... I c-can't move at allll..."
"Figures. Rest up. I'll handle the cleanup."
"Y-yes...? N-no, no...! That's my job... Urk?!"
"Enough. Don't push yourself. I'm grateful for your devotion to me, but as my first wife from now on, you need to learn to take care of your own body too."
"Hng...! Y-yes... Th-thank... Huh? H-huhh...? W-wife...?!"
The moment I called her my wife, Eunha jolted in shock, her words stumbling. She'd forgotten her pain, trembling and panicking in a way that was almost funny.
Well, it wasn't unreasonable to be surprised. We'd had sex, sure, but this was the girl I'd only glimpsed briefly yesterday. Hearing "wife" from her must've been a shock.
But this was decided the instant I chose to sleep with her. Even if she hated the idea.
"What, you don't want to be my wife?"
"N-no, it's not that...! Not at all... I-I just can't believe someone like me could be Sihoo-nim's wife..."
"Looks like we'll need to fix that self-deprecating attitude too. Those who belittle themselves look the same to others. From now on, carry yourself with confidence as my wife."
"Haah...♥! Y-yes...! I'll try...! As Sihoo-nim's wife... Hehe, hihihi...♥!"
"And what else would you call a man and woman who've already joined bodies and shared their passion, if not husband and wife? Unless... you've got some other man in mind besides me..."
"No such thing! F-for me, it's always been and always will be only Sihoo-nim...! Forever...! Other men...? Even before meeting you, I never even thought about it, let alone liked anyone...! Really...! Believe me...!"
Her near-hysterical declaration that she'd only ever have eyes for me was admirable. And that's why I felt a bit sorry too.
Because I had no intention of letting it stay that way.
"Very well. As your husband, I'll believe my first wife's words."
"Ah...! Th-thank... Huh? F-first wife...? Does that mean... there's a second wife too...?"
"Not yet. But if I find someone whose heart aligns with mine, I'll make her my wife without hesitation. Second or beyond—doesn't matter how many."
"Th-that...!"
For the first time, Eunha raised her voice in real indignation upon hearing my true intentions. But she couldn't bring herself to yell at me, so the words died in her throat.
I'd already known about her possessiveness and jealousy, so I'd expected the backlash. That's why I'd rushed to declare her my wife first. If we'd stayed in some ambiguous relationship and I took another woman, her obsession might explode.
Of course, in the world I'd lived in before, no woman would be happy hearing this. But this was a reversed world. A place with values flipped completely from my old one.
Polygamy wasn't just accepted here—it was actively encouraged by law. Other women took it for granted.
In other words, in this world, she was the weird one, not me. She probably understood that on a rational level, which was why she couldn't protest more.
Still, emotions were separate from logic. She'd need time to accept it.
But letting her wallow in those thoughts wasn't wise. Time to follow the warriors' advice: if complicated ideas arise, fill your belly first.
"I'm hungry. Let's go eat."
"...I'm fine. Not hungry yet..."
Oh? Sulking and playing hard to get, huh? Let's see if this works.
"That so? Too bad. Meat someone else buys doesn't come easy."
"...Someone else? You're eating with another person?"
"Yeah. This morning, after working out with Maria, we made plans for dinner. With her friends too."
"Eek...?! Leaving your wife alone to eat with other women...?"
"I invited you, and you said no."
"Th-then I'll go too...!"
"Good. Then hurry home, wash up, change, and come back. Time's almost up—if you're late, I'll leave without you."
"Hiii, that's too much...!"
I know. Even I think it's harsh. But what can you do about it? What else could you—
"All done!"
"...What?"
She hadn't even left the apartment, let alone showered. Was she planning to go in just her robe? I turned to check—
"H-how's this...? Good enough, right...?"
There stood Eunha, fully dolled up without a trace of mess, her face flushed with embarrassment. The floor, sticky with fluids before, was spotless too.
"...What, some kind of magic?"
"Y-yes. A cleaning spell that makes everything pristine. For the clothes, I just imagined something that'd suit me, and this happened... Weird?"
"Suits you perfectly. Very pretty."
"P-pretty...? You only say that to men... But it feels good... Hihihi...♥!"
"Alright, I'll hurry and get ready too, so wait. Oh, can you use that clothing spell on me?"
"Ah, sure...! Something super pretty—"
"...No. Make it cool clothes, if you can."
Who knew she wasn't just a black mage but handy with utility spells too. Those are trickier for mana control than elemental magic, from what I knew. If she'd self-taught this as well, she might be a true prodigy.
Maybe test some other spells later?
2.
"Hng...?! Haaah...! Haaaah...!"
"Step lively. You walk like you're dodging traps every stride."
"Hii...! N-not that...! It's been so long since I went outside...!"
And so Eunha tagged along to my dinner plans. She'd been more of a shut-in than even my pre-reincarnation self, so just leaving the apartment was a huge ordeal. Walking itself seemed tough; her steps were cautious, like every moment was a trial.
If she spotted someone coming, she'd try to hide behind me.
I'd had my share of hikikomori days, so I got it. Even deciding to come out with me was a miracle.
It was her wife's resolve to protect her husband from those bitchy females that made it possible. Though honestly, his declaration of taking multiple wives was still hard to swallow.
She knew it. She was the weird one for showing this jealousy, not Sihoo.
Men took multiple wives as standard, and women accepted it as normal. That's what she'd been taught.
But still, the thought of any woman besides her with Sihoo made thorns sprout in her chest. Imagining his eyes on another, sharing affection—it hurt.
But the deepest fear? What if he stopped loving her because of some other woman?
Even if he'd called her pretty, compared to others, she fell short. If they became wives too, her place would vanish in time.
So she had to stop him from adding wives, somehow. Especially that cow bitch...!
Burning with resolve as she walked, she still stuck right to Sihoo's back like a turtle in its shell. He asked her,
"This some black magic training pose? Like when you're supposed to cling to a host?"
"N-nooo...! Nothing like that...! E-every time people pass, my heart drops...!"
"...Fair enough. Coming out at all is impressive. Here, lean on me."
"Y-yes...?! Squeeeze—! Ah, a-ah...?!"
Suddenly, his arm wrapped around her shoulder at his words. He pulled her to his side, walking abreast.
The warmth of his huge hand enveloping her melted away the fear; the scary outside world vanished. Her rigid tension eased, and she even hallucinated cool breezes and scattering petals.
Then he turned, looked at her, and asked,
"Better for walking now?"
"...Y-yes...♥"
As he said, her legs felt light—no more heaviness or slowness. She could run like this.
But really, she wished this moment could last forever. Maybe find a spell to freeze time, just for them?
No, later. Savor this now.
Relishing the walk nestled in his arm—
"Ah, Sihoo~!"
A voice shattered it all, revealing that detestable woman. Watching her breasts jiggle with every wave, Eunha thought,
"Krr...!"
That vulgar cow bitch...! Shaking those trashy udders at who, exactly...? Not that I can talk, with my own huge tits pressed to his arm.