Karma (13)
"How could you do this!? And in front of your own daughter!!!"
Jia's entire face had gone scarlet. A vein stood out on her neck as she glared at them with everything she had, her eyes swimming with unshed tears.
"..."
Hanbyul sat on the floor with his head bowed like a man awaiting sentence. Jiwoo, by contrast, seemed not to hear a thing—still panting, lost in the haze of pleasure.
"Ugh... just get out of my sight! I don't even want to look at you!!!"
She stormed into her room and slammed the door shut with a bang.
"..."
A long silence stretched on before Hanbyul finally broke it.
"J-Jiwoo... what should we do...?"
Watching him think of their daughter even now, Jiwoo felt once again that she had lost. Her competitive jealousy toward Jia had been climbing higher and higher, without her even realizing it.
"Why do you think of Jia first? I'm right here. You should only look at me. Why do you look at Jia first? Think of Jia first? Worry about Jia first? Huh? Why? Why? Why the hell? Do you think I'll be fine left all alone? Is that it? Fuck! Why, dammit?!!!"
"J-Jiwoo..."
"I want to be loved too. I know I'm not enough, but I still want to be loved! Why don't you love me first? Why is it always our daughter first? You've changed, Hanbyul."
She erupted like a volcano—then cut off just as suddenly, and went into the master bedroom to fetch a strange object.
"J-Jiwoo...! I-I'm sorry... wait...! Hold on. Please... just wait."
She stood there holding it, staring at Hanbyul with clouded eyes. The look was a silent command: speak.
"I should have thought of you first, not Jia... I'm sorry... I was really wrong... The person I love most is you, Jiwoo..."
The guilty party dropped to his knees and pressed his forehead to the floor.
"I-I'm sooorry..."
His words came out slurred. He wondered if he really needed to grovel this hard—but they had their own secrets between them, and Hanbyul was always the first to tuck his tail.
"Then do exactly as I say."
"You're really making me go out like this?"
Jeon Hanbyul inspected himself and couldn't hide his horror.
"Then that's how you're going. Why? Ah... don't tell me you actually want to go out naked?"
"N-no... that's not it... but looking like this..."
He was wearing short running shorts and a top that left his navel completely exposed. At a glance, it might have looked a little risky but still passable... except he wasn't wearing any underwear beneath those shorts, and he had a dog collar around his neck and a puppy-ear headband on his head.
This is way too dangerous...!
From Hanbyul's perspective, this was an extremely dangerous situation.
"Why? Our little puppy is supposed to look like this."
"Ah..."
He'd expected at least a shred of consideration, but Jiwoo was treating him as a dog, not a person at all.
"What are you doing? Get out here."
"..."
When he kept hesitating, she yanked the leash and pulled him out into the hallway.
"Hyaah...!"
Fearing someone might be there, Hanbyul immediately tried to cover himself with both hands.
"What are you doing? There's nobody here."
She snorted and looked at him like he was adorable.
Fortunately, the elevator was empty when they stepped inside—but the confined space seemed to stir Jiwoo's darker desires.
"Huh? What's this. You're already hard and I haven't even done anything?"
Hanbyul was worrying about running into Yerim, who lived next door—or being harassed by someone else. And without realizing it, imagining those very scenarios had aroused him. His heat had kicked in until he was standing at full, rigid attention.
Jiwoo's words were teasing, but her expression was another matter entirely. It was on the verge of rotting over.
His cock was pushing through the running shorts, tenting them outright. Combined with the way he flushed and turned his head in embarrassment, the sight was so lewd it made her throb.
"You horny mutt...♡"
"Hyaaah...!!!"
Jiwoo grabbed a fistful of his ass and immediately snapped a photo. She was his Queen, claiming Hanbyul—who looked every bit the sex slave—as her exclusive property.
A photo of her husband's startled face and his straining bulge. Of the lewd lines visible even through his clothes. And of herself, wearing a victor's smile.
Right then, the elevator arrived at the first floor.
"Hup...!"
Hanbyul ran into a resident of the apartment building and immediately hid behind Jiwoo. But hiding was pointless—the resident had already seen everything there was to see.
"Whoa..."
The passing resident couldn't hold back a gasp of admiration.
This humiliating situation was exactly what she'd intended... and yet she didn't feel good about it. Maybe it was the thought of someone else getting excited looking at what belonged to her. Just that gaze made Hanbyul's value feel like it was dropping, so she stepped forward roughly, forcing him to follow.
"J-Jiwoo... where are we going?"
"Quit talking and follow me. Since when can a mutt speak human language?"
Hanbyul shrank back from Jiwoo's scowling, overbearing tone. At the same time, he felt a murderous atmosphere so ominous it made him worry.
I memorized your face, you fucking bitch.
Jiwoo was in a foul mood from having shown this side of him to some random woman. Silently sharpening her knives, the Queen headed toward the convenience store near their building, Hanbyul trailing behind.
Wait, that place...
It was the place Jia had once glared at with a mix of superiority and a hint of unease. He'd wondered at the time what had prompted that reaction. Now, realizing he was about to find out, a strange anticipation welled up in him.
"Jiwoo... there are people around, though..."
"Hanbyul? Could you stop talking? I'm already pissed off enough because of that bitch just now. You want to walk around completely naked? Ah... no, wait. Then other people would stare at our Hanbyul, wouldn't they? Should I just kill them all... Yeah. I'll make you walk around naked and then slaughter every last one of them."
Faced with Jiwoo's rage and those bone-chilling words, he shut his mouth. His silence said he'd just quietly follow along.
"Shame. If you'd said even one more word, I would've done it right then and there."
The bloodlust receded, but Jiwoo sounded genuinely disappointed.
Ding-a-ling~
The convenience store door opened, and a greeting drifted over from the counter.
"Welcome... ah...?"
A strangely familiar voice. Wondering about it, he followed his wife inside—then froze. Only then did he recognize the owner of that familiar-sounding voice.
Seo Yerim...?
"Ah..."
"Hmmm...?"
Jiwoo shot the two of them a strangely piercing look. A woman's instincts were going off like fireworks.
"What's with you two? You know each other?"
Yerim was a PE major who didn't get intimidated by most people—and yet, for some reason, her instincts were putting her on guard.
This woman is strong.
"Ah... I used to live next door a while back..."
"Ah... is that so...?"
Jiwoo's response was utterly indifferent. Then she yanked the leash—hard—and pulled Hanbyul in. Her husband naturally fell into her arms.
"Our Hanbyul? Are you close with that bitch?"
The answer came out instantly, without a second of thought.
"N-no... I just felt like I hadn't seen her in a really long time."
"Ah, I see. So you're nothing to each other, then."
"Mm-hmm..."
Satisfied with Hanbyul's answer, Jiwoo studied Seo Yerim's face. There wasn't the slightest flicker of reaction, so she judged they really weren't anything to each other. And yet something still nagged at her.
"Well then, let's just buy what we came for."
As they browsed the store and picked out items, Yerim...
O-Oppa...?
The way he treated her like a stranger—like he'd forgotten her entirely—made her heart collapse.
After everything I've felt, everything I've liked, everything I've loved... How could he? I gave him my first time, I gave him my love, I gave him everything...? How could Oppa do this to me?
Her face looked ready to explode at any second, but she didn't want to repeat the same mistake as last time. So, uncharacteristically for Yerim, she decided to stay calm.
My chance will come. I'll wait...
Just then, a man's hand entered her field of vision. A beautifully fair, long-fingered hand, taking items out one by one. A cup. Bottled water. A dog chew. Condoms...?
Only then did she get a proper look at Hanbyul's face. Oppa, wearing a dog collar and a headband with puppy ears, showing off a rather lewd figure.
She clapped a hand over her mouth without thinking and sucked in a sharp breath.
O-Oppaah...♡
The wound in her heart from just moments ago was instantly healed.
Seeing Yerim gawking at her pet instead of ringing them up—
BANG!!!
Jiwoo slammed her hand down on the counter.
"Are you going to check us out or not?"
"A-ah... yes, I'm sorry..."
Yerim had been so absorbed in Hanbyul that even the loud bang barely registered, and she rang them up with a vacant calm. Watching this, Jiwoo decided this was no ordinary college student.
So there's one more annoying bitch to deal with?
Hanbyul was being led along by Jiwoo's hand, wondering where they were going now.
Huh...?
They arrived at an old public restroom he hadn't been able to come to—or more precisely, hadn't wanted to come to. The restroom he'd first learned about through Yerim, whom they'd just run into. The place where he'd first had sex and started to break. The place where Jia had milked him dry.
"J-Jiwoo...?"
"Speak."
"Q-Queeen...?"
"Speak."
Calling her Queen should have been the correct answer, but she still looked unsatisfied.
"Speak."
Seeing her gaze directed not at him but at the collar, the pet finally caught on.
"W-woof..."
Fighting down his shame, he made a dog sound with a face flushed as red as it could go.
"That's a good boy~"
She ruffled his hair with a look of fond approval, mussing it up.
"Then shall we go for a little 'walk'?"
She looked at Hanbyul with eyes full of swelling anticipation. The difference in their heights cast a shadow across his face.
"W-woof..."
He'd said it hoping she'd go easy on him—but it only stoked Jiwoo's darker desires even further.
"Kneel. You fucking mutt."
"Hic...!"