Re-establishment
How much time passes in re-establishment? As the sky outside begins to darken, Manager Park speaks first.
"Now... it's about time to head home."
At his words, Seoyeon, nestled in his arms, lifts her head. Disappointment is plain on her face.
"What? Go home...? Already?"
She whines like a child, burrowing even deeper into his embrace.
"No... I want to stay with you longer, Serbangnim..."
Manager Park strokes her hair gently and chuckles.
"Heh, you little vixen. I want to stay glued to you all night too. But... I have to at least pretend to go home. She won't expect me to be the family man, but I can't skip out for three whole days."
He lifts her chin softly, whispering teasingly.
"And... these things are always hotter when you part regretting it and meet again. Right?"
Seoyeon pouts reluctantly but nods in the end.
"Okay..."
She rises, gathering her scattered clothes and dressing. Just as she's finishing getting ready to leave, Manager Park, watching her from the sofa, speaks up as if it just occurred to him.
"Oh, and."
His voice has lost all its prior tenderness, turning cold and authoritative.
"I'm giving you some rules from now on. You must obey them."
Seoyeon stops what she's doing and returns to stand before him. Her eyes hold the obedient gaze of one awaiting her master's new commands.
"First, no more calling your husband 'honey' or 'darling.' Just 'Mr. Cheolsu' from now on."
Seoyeon nods silently.
"Second, no sex with him. No, not even kisses or the slightest skin contact."
She nods again in mute agreement.
"Third, the moment you get home, first thing you do is call me. Got it?"
She nods once more.
"Fourth, make him meals every day. He still needs to eat. But never eat together. No sharing the same table."
She nods without a word.
"Rule five. Every night before bed, call me and report your day's routine."
Manager Park finishes. Finally, in a voice cold enough to chill her to the bone, he adds,
"That's all. Never break them."
Once he's done, Seoyeon smiles faintly. She steps silently toward him, rises on tiptoe, and presses her lips softly to his. It's a short but deep kiss, one that speaks for her: 'Understood, my Serbangnim.' The perfect seal of submission.
She breaks the kiss, meets his eyes squarely, then turns wordlessly and heads for the door. As it closes behind her, a deeply satisfied smile curves the lips of Manager Park, left alone.
Beep, beep, beep, beep...
The door lock disengages, and Cheolsu—who's spent three days shuttling between hell and heaven—springs from the sofa like a bullet. He grabs Seoyeon as she enters, pouring out words in near-sobs.
"Honey! Where... where the hell have you been all this time! Why was your phone off! What happened? Are you okay? Please... just explain!"
But Seoyeon merely glances at him like he's an insect. She shakes off his hand casually and flops onto the living room sofa. The department store bags in her hands spill messily onto the floor. Ignoring them completely, she pulls her phone from her handbag and turns it on.
Then, utterly ignoring the dazed Cheolsu staring at her, she presses and holds shortcut number one without hesitation. It's Manager Park.
The signal barely rings before he picks up. Seoyeon's voice is the polar opposite of the icy tone she'd used on Cheolsu moments ago—dripping with honeyed coquetry and charm.
"Serbangnim~ It's me, your Seoyeon. Your good little amche, just got home."
She leans back deeply into the sofa, crossing her legs as she begins the call. With her free hand, she starts unbuttoning her blouse one by one.
"...Yes, I just walked in. Rule three, followed perfectly? Aren't I good?"
She whispers into the phone—not for him to hear, but as if savoring it herself—in a tiny, lewd voice. Her hand slips inside her blouse, cupping her voluptuous breast softly over her bra.
"I already... miss you so much, Serbangnim. What do I do... my whole body remembers you. My lips... still feel the touch of yours... and my tongue... still lingers with the taste of your cock I swallowed earlier... so thick and delicious... I can't forget it."
She giggles, lowering her voice further. Her fingers pinch and rub her stiffly erect nipple over the bra cup.
"And here... my nipples... got hard just from hearing your voice. Want to feel? After you sucked them for three days... they're so sensitive now... Ah... hear that? Hear me getting wet? Just your voice... and my pussy's drooling again..."
She crosses her legs tighter, broadcasting the changes in her body live.
"The biggest problem is my pussy, Serbangnim... After taking your massive cock for three days... now nothing else can fill it... it's just an empty hole... So hollow... I could cry... I want to see you soon and get fucked again."
Her hand grows bolder on her breast.
"Tonight... before bed, I'll review all the rules you gave me. Thinking of you... calling your name... I'll comfort myself. And that sound... can I play it for you tomorrow night when I report? Hear me cum calling your name... live?"
She catches her breath, then whispers sweetly one last time.
"Oh, and the slutty lingerie you bought me... I'll sleep in it. Instead of your arms, at least wearing what you gave me... maybe I can sleep. I love you, Serbangnim. All my holes... exist only for you. Goodnight."
She hangs up, sets the phone down with a satisfied smile. Only then does she turn to Cheolsu, who's staring at her with a soulless face, and speaks in a flat, emotionless voice.
"What are you doing, Mr. Cheolsu? Take those bags and shopping bags to the bedroom."
That cold command. Instead of rage, Cheolsu—who's endured three days of hell and heaven—feels all strength drain from his body. In a dazed whisper, he asks,
"...Mr. Cheolsu? Seoyeon... why... why call me that...?"
His voice trembles with despair. But Seoyeon's face shows no pity or guilt. Leaning on the sofa, she yawns boredly and nudges one of the spilled bags with her toe.
"It's a promise with Serbangnim. Rule one. No more pet names like 'honey' or 'darling' for you."
"Rules...? Promise...? Seoyeon, what... what's going on with us...?"
Cheolsu begs in a daze. Seoyeon smirks as if his reaction amuses her.
"Didn't you... like this kind of thing, Mr. Cheolsu?"
She stands, approaching the stunned man slowly. She brushes his cheek with her fingertips, as if touching something filthy.
"Truth is... I went to confront him. To settle things. Tell him to delete all those dirty videos and photos."
Her eyes gleam with the memory of pleasure.
"But... when I saw him, smelled that superior male scent... I realized it. My body can't be satisfied with an ordinary guy like you anymore. Without his huge, hot cock... I'm just a filthy amche who can't live even a day... I realized that."
"And thinking about it, you get excited watching this stuff too, right, Mr. Cheolsu? So we can all enjoy it—no one's losing out."
She whispers devilishly sweet into his ear.
"So... I've decided to serve him perfectly as my Serbangnim from now on."
Seoyeon brushes past the frozen Cheolsu and picks up one of the spilled bags.
"Oh, and Serbangnim gave me new rules... You should know them too, right?"
She holds the newly bought slutty lingerie against her body and recites them one by one.
"First, no more pet names for you."
"Second, no sex with you. Not even kisses or the slightest touch."
"Third, call Serbangnim the moment I get home to report I'm safe."
"Fourth, I'll make meals, but no eating together."
"And the final fifth... every night before bed, call Serbangnim and report my whole day."
She finishes, flashing the world's most innocent smile at the shell-shocked Cheolsu standing there.
"What do you think, Mr. Cheolsu? Let's... get along well from now on."