Chapter 90
Chapter 90
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Relationship
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Chae-won had no choice but to turn back to Baek Seol-hwa.
"Yes... well... whatever you want."
She answered honestly.
At first, she thought Baek Seol-hwa was going to teach her some martial arts.
But the words coming from her mouth were far removed from what she'd expected.
"In that case... you just need to share a bed with my lord."
"...What do you...?"
"If you share a bed with my lord, you'll awaken, Chae-won."
Chae-won suddenly recalled hearing something similar from Han Su-ji.
"...Do you really think I'd believe such ridiculous nonsense?"
"It's ridiculous, but it's true."
"Are you saying that's actually real?"
"I'm only speaking the truth."
Chae-won began to suspect that her sisters and Baek Seol-hwa were all in on some scheme to deceive her.
'But why bother deceiving me? Or did Uncle Un-ho put her up to it?'
No, that couldn't be.
Chae-won figured that if Uncle Un-ho wanted her body, he wouldn't go to the trouble of making up such an absurd excuse to embrace her.
There'd be no need for these pointless, convoluted tricks—he could just pounce on her.
'Or just demand it outright...'
She had no intention of refusing anyway,
and if he set his mind to it, she wouldn't be able to refuse.
Chae-won had no plans to give up this comfortable, safe life here just because he wanted her body.
So Uncle Un-ho had no reason to spread such an outrageous story to get into her pants.
Besides, Chae-won didn't see Park Un-ho as the type to resort to such clumsy, tiresome schemes.
Did that mean what Baek Seol-hwa was saying was really true?
Her serious expression made it seem plausible.
'Is that really true?'
Chae-won found it absurd, but a part of her was tempted anyway.
"If you just give me the word, I'll arrange it for you."
Seeing her waver, Baek Seol-hwa whispered in a subtle tone.
'Ha... how stupid... Why am I even hesitating right now?'
He was an absurdly powerful man with extraordinary abilities.
Thinking about it, forming a deep relationship with him...
Even if this story turned out to be false, it would still be a good choice for the future of herself and her powerless little sister.
Baek Seol-hwa—one of his women and the biggest obstacle to getting with Uncle Un-ho—was setting the stage for her.
She wasn't saving her body to make soup out of it later; this was a chance to welcome him with open arms.
Her body wasn't some priceless treasure.
The only reason she'd remained a virgin this long was thanks to Un-ho.
If she hadn't met him, she'd either be dead and turned into a zombie or long since become some other man's plaything.
There was no downside for her.
"Is this okay with you, Seol-hwa?"
He was her man, after all.
'Does this woman not even feel jealousy?'
"My lord loves women."
Chae-won knew that much.
She'd been street-cast as a kid, so she thought her looks were decent enough.
She was amazed he hadn't jumped her yet.
"Unfortunately, even the two of us together can't fully satisfy his desires."
'Even two women aren't enough?'
"My lord will embrace many other women besides us. No, he definitely will. When that happens, his abilities will eventually come to light."
He didn't force himself on them,
but if the opportunity arose, he embraced women without hesitation.
"That's why I think if he's going to do it anyway, it might as well be with someone trustworthy."
"And that's me?"
"Yes. My lord is destined for greatness. He's quiet now, but people will flock to him soon enough."
'With Uncle's abilities...'
Baek Seol-hwa's words sounded convincing to Chae-won.
"So he'll need many trustworthy people around him in the future. Wouldn't it be ideal if they were his women?"
'No, does anyone normally pimp out their man like this? Normally.'
Even if the world had gone to hell, Chae-won didn't think Baek Seol-hwa's mindset was normal.
Still, thanks to that, a good opportunity had arisen for her.
Looking at Chae-won, Baek Seol-hwa spoke with eyes full of conviction.
"My lord will become a shining hero in this hopeless world."
I was concentrating when my ear started itching.
'Is someone talking about me?'
-Scrape. Scrape.
Smooth skin emerged as the razor moved.
Kim Kyung-sook's face was flushed bright red.
She was squatting on the edge of the bathtub in the bathroom, peeing as I shaved her thick bush.
She clearly hated it,
but she was always obediently following my demands.
Every time the blade grazed her skin, her mound twitched.
"Hey, don't move. You might get nicked."
"Gasp!!"
At my words, Kim Kyung-sook swallowed in surprise.
In truth, even if she danced around, my abilities would let me shave her cleanly without issue.
So she wouldn't get cut anyway,
but not knowing that, she seemed scared by my warning.
I teased her because it was amusing.
"Hm? What's this sticky stuff... Don't tell me you're getting turned on?"
"N-no, I'm not."
"Then is it piss?"
"N-no!"
There was that Brazilian waxing thing for a clean look,
but doing it by hand like this felt better.
Since it was a shave instead of waxing, with the stubble embedded, it somehow felt even more lewd.
"Whew~"
I blew a breath onto her pussy.
"Eek!"
Kim Kyung-sook jolted, and love juices seeped from her slit.
-Splash.
I rinsed her pussy with the showerhead.
"Nice and smooth now."
I said, gently stroking her mound.
"Th-this kind of... thing..."
Kim Kyung-sook stared at her now hairless pussy, the slit blatantly visible, with a stunned expression.
No way she could go to a public bath like this.
I hooked my arm under her squatting legs and lifted them.
"Kyaa!"
Having strength was great for sex.
No position was tiring.
My glans pressed against her pussy hole.
-Squish.
"Haah...!"
Kim Kyung-sook's face was a mix of anxiety and anticipation.
I thrust my cock in roughly.
-Plunge!
Her already slick pussy swallowed my dick without resistance.
My glans shot straight up, pounding her cervix.
"Agh!!"
Her eyes rolled back.
With her legs over my arms, I rocked my hips violently.
My cock stirred her insides roughly.
-Slap. Slap.
Liquid—whether juices or water—splattered everywhere.
"Aaah! Ah!!"
Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, Kim Kyung-sook clung to my neck and wailed.
Her moans and the slapping of flesh echoed loudly through the bathroom.
Kim Kyung-sook let out a sigh.
The relationship she'd entered under the pretext of getting her daughter back.
Whenever she spent time with that man and returned, memories of writhing in pleasure in his arms filled her with self-loathing.
She'd been seriously agonizing over whether to continue this relationship ever since their first time.
Was this really for her daughter?
Now even that meaning felt blurred.
Yet whenever he called, she went to meet him without fail.
"Haa..."
She sat dazed at the vanity, staring into the mirror.
For some reason, her reflection struck her as ironic—she looked more vibrant and beautiful than before.
Lee Man-su sensed a seductive allure in his wife Kim Kyung-sook as she sat at the vanity gazing into the mirror.
It had been nearly 20 years since their sex life had fizzled out vaguely.
The intimacy cut off by her pregnancy dragged on for years unnoticed, and by the time he thought to revive it, he couldn't bring himself to, letting time slip away.
Lee Man-su wasn't overly libidinous anyway, and business kept him busy.
But Kim Kyung-sook had never once demanded childcare or housework from him like other friends' wives.
She even made sure he had breakfast every morning, which friends envied.
When he brought Yu-na home, she'd accepted without complaint.
She was a good woman.
Lately, she even seemed prettier.
Gazing at his wife, who felt different from usual,
his long-forgotten lust stirred faintly.
Maybe the company troubles easing up reduced his stress, he thought.
Though they'd been sexless for ages,
Lee Man-su decided to muster some courage.
"Uh, honey..."
But before he could continue, his wife spoke first.
"I still have something to do, so you go to bed first."
She stood and left the room.
"Huh? Uh... okay."
Lee Man-su mumbled awkwardly in a subdued voice.
He wasn't sure if she'd noticed his intentions.
Now that he thought about it, trying to initiate sex after all this time felt embarrassing for him too.
His aroused feelings deflated in an instant.
Kim Kyung-sook sensed her husband's unusual mood and excused herself.
She left the room and sat on the living room sofa.
She stared blankly at the unpowered TV.
"Whew..."
Her husband had probably felt desire for her.
She felt guilty for dodging when he might have wanted intimacy.
It felt like "now of all times," but
sex with her husband wasn't an issue.
She did it with that man, so why not her husband?
But she couldn't.
One reason was she couldn't show him her shaved pussy.
More fundamentally, she was afraid of sex with her husband.
What if...
What if she felt nothing with her husband, unlike with that man?
Kim Kyung-sook felt that if that happened, something irreversible would occur.