A Miserable Miracle
[Lee Jae-hyuk's Perspective]
[May 2nd]
It was five in the afternoon inside the Entertainment Agency Representative Office.
I sat buried in the expensive leather chair, letting out a hollow, foolish laugh.
Every time that message appeared, a sharp tingle shot through my dead lower half.
"Perfect. Absolutely perfect."
It was all thanks to that driver bastard putting on a flawless manager act.
Now I could set the next stage with an easy mind.
Yet my head was consumed by something else entirely.
The footage from the miniature camera I'd secretly planted in the van that morning.
The impulse to watch it was impossible to resist.
I jabbed the intercom with urgent fingers.
"Secretary Kim."
"Yes, sir."
"I'll handle the rest of the documents tomorrow."
"Are you leaving already?"
"Yeah. Something urgent came up I need to check immediately."
I snatched my briefcase and fled the building as if escaping.
My breath came short at the thought of rushing home to the study and turning on the screen.
The moment I stepped inside the house, I locked the study door tight.
My wife hadn't returned yet.
I powered up the laptop and opened the folder linked to the camera.
"Haa..."
With shaking hands I played the file from the morning hours.
On the screen was Song Ji-yoon—the woman I worshipped more than anyone else in the world.
She was panting like a beast between that vulgar driver's legs.
"Haa, Ji-yoon… I'm losing my mind, for real…."
The sight of her invoking my shame and forcing out those humiliating words.
The instant my eyes confirmed that miserable, immoral scene, the center of my body that had refused to stir for two years swelled violently, as if by a lie.
I stroked myself roughly, matching the animalistic thrusts of the man on screen.
Horrible guilt flooded me, yet at the same time an overwhelming pleasure unlike anything I'd ever felt pierced my entire body.
"Haa… haa…!"
After I finished, cold sweat trickled down my spine.
I despised myself, but the emotion of finally reacting after two years rose like a tide.
Click. Beep—
Then came the sound of the front door unlocking.
I yanked up my zipper, slammed the laptop shut, and hurried into the living room.
"Honey, you're home early?"
Song Ji-yoon looked utterly exhausted, yet she forced a smile.
"Yeah. I missed you, so I came back as soon as I could."
"How was your day? Did the driver do a good job?"
"Huh…? Yeah. He was… surprisingly excellent."
"Really?"
"Yes. He drove smoothly, and…."
"And?"
"In the shop and the waiting room, he handled everything perfectly—even the other girls' tasks."
A faint note of relief threaded through my wife's voice.
It seemed the bastard had stuck to the strict rules and put her at ease.
The perfect manager, and the secret tyrant.
"That's a relief. I knew I had an eye for talent."
I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and whispered against her ear.
"But honey."
"Yes?"
"Before dinner… shall we go to the bedroom?"
"…Huh?"
Her eyes widened like a startled rabbit.
"It's been so long… I want to hold you."
"Ah…! Uh, y-yes! Okay."
"I-I worked up a sweat… I'll wash up quickly!"
She dashed into the bathroom as if fleeing.
She must have been desperate to scrub away the mouth and body that had serviced another man that morning.
The filthy truth made my blood boil all over again.
I lay on the bed and closed my eyes.
The image of my panting wife from the video replayed in my mind.
The moment I pictured it, blood surged downward like a miracle and I grew rock-hard.
Click.
A short while later, freshly washed Ji-yoon approached wearing a robe.
The instant she saw between my legs, she gasped.
"Honey! It's… it's standing!"
Tears of pure joy shimmered in her eyes.
She had no idea it was because she had been violated; she was simply overjoyed that her husband had recovered.
"Haa, Ji-yoon. Come here."
She approached cautiously and pressed her body against mine.
The moment her soft skin touched me and her lips sought mine for a kiss—
"Huh…?"
"……."
Only her face—gazing at me with pure love—filled my vision.
And just like that, the member that had swollen like a miracle deflated coldly, like air escaping a balloon.
"H-honey? What's wrong?"
"Ah, haa… just a second."
"Ji-yoon. A moment ago it was definitely…."
"Jae-hyuk…."
No matter how hard I tried to summon the video back into my head, it was useless.
In front of her honest, loving eyes so close to mine, the cursed preference that only grew hard when I was a voyeuristic third party took over.
"Haa… I'm sorry, honey."
"It looks like I'm not completely cured yet."
The joy on Ji-yoon's face instantly drowned in miserable despair.
She hid her disappointment and patted my shoulder.
"N-no… it's all right."
"Still, it did stand earlier. There's hope…."
"……."
Her comforting voice trembled violently.
I covered my face, wanting to crawl into a hole from the sheer wretchedness.
A miserable silence hung over the bedroom.
"I'll go to the study for a bit to catch my breath."
"Go to sleep first."
"Huh?"
She grabbed the hem of my shirt as I stood.
"Honey… can't you just stay with me tonight?"
"……."
"Today, because of the driver… no, never mind."
"It was so frightening and exhausting all day… please, just stay beside me."
Her eyes were desperate.
After what she'd endured that morning, she must have wanted comfort in my arms at any cost.
But I peeled her hand away.
"I'm sorry."
"Honey…."
"I'll be back soon. Rest first."
I fled the master bedroom and slipped into the study.
Click.
The instant I locked the door, I turned the laptop back on as if in a trance.
"Haa… I'm really going insane."
My wife submitting on the screen.
The moment I saw it again, my lifeless center swelled violently as if it would burst.
I am completely broken.
A body that only responded to the sight of my wife being violated by another male.
This thrilling immorality could not be stopped.
I need… more to watch.
The short morning commute footage wasn't enough to quench my thirst.
With trembling hands I picked up my phone and dialed.
Ring—click.
"Yes, boss."
"Geon Sang-go. Were you sleeping?"
"No, sir. What is it?"
"Haa… I need more footage."
"…You mean the videos?"
"Yes. Not the short one from the morning commute."
"I need something longer, more stimulating. You're going to have to help me."
A brief silence followed on the other end.
Then a low, skin-crawling laugh leaked through.
"Ha. You really are an interesting man, boss."
"Since you're asking so earnestly, I'll specially assist you this time."
"How? Should I clear her shop schedule tomorrow?"
"No, boss."
"Why don't you take an overseas trip by yourself?"
"What? An overseas trip?"
"Yes. Tell the madam it's an urgent business trip."
"A sudden business trip… will Ji-yoon believe that?"
"It will be perfect if you say a major problem has come up with rookie Han Yu-ra's overseas contract."
"You can return… around May 6th."
I swallowed hard.
He was telling me to leave my wife alone with this beast for days.
"That long…?"
"When you come back on the sixth, won't it be thrilling to binge on everything that's accumulated?"
"……."
"Of course, you may refuse if you wish."
"Then we'll simply have to continue slowly, bit by bit, as we are now."
The devil's whisper.
I gripped my swollen front and squeezed my eyes shut.
"Fine."
"I'll book a flight leaving tomorrow morning."
"An excellent choice. I'll prepare some entertaining scenes for your return."
The next morning.
I stood in the master bedroom with my suitcase and announced it to Ji-yoon.
"What? A sudden overseas business trip!"
She shot up from her vanity in shock.
I deliberately put on a grave expression while knotting my tie.
"There's a serious issue with Han Yu-ra's overseas advertising contract."
"So?"
"It won't be resolved unless I go myself."
"B-but… leaving me here alone…!"
"I'll be back by May 6th at the latest."
"The driver will take care of everything in my place, so don't worry."
My wife's face drained of color.
That look of utter despair pleasantly stirred my sadistic urges.
I gripped the suitcase handle and added gently.
"Oh, right."
"I gave the driver our house passcode."
"…What?! Why would you give him the passcode!"
Her voice tore sharp with panic.
"You never eat properly on your days off."
"I specially asked him to prepare breakfast, lunch, and dinner for you."
"Are you insane?! No matter how good a manager he is, how can you let a man into the house!"
"Change it right now!"
"Huh? Why are you reacting like this?"
"Yesterday you praised him yourself for doing a good job."
I tilted my head with an innocent look.
"Is something wrong? Did he make a mistake?"
"Ah… no, it's not that…."
"Still, the house is a private space!"
"Your schedule is brutal lately. I'm worried you'll collapse."
"He's diligent and physically strong—perfect for security as well."
She trembled like a leaf and clutched my sleeve tightly.
"I'm really okay…."
"Having the manager come inside the house is truly too much, honey… please…."
"If you hate it that much, I have no choice."
"Then I'll fire him."
"Huh…?"
"Instead, you'll take a break from activities for a while. Focus solely on supporting me at home."
"I'll cancel every schedule until I find someone I actually like."
At the firm threat, her breath caught in her throat.
Firing him meant the Diagnosis Certificate would be leaked to the press.
It also meant the end of her position as a top star.
"Haa… ugh."
A miserable groan slipped from Ji-yoon's lips.
A perfect stalemate—she could neither reveal the truth nor overturn my decision.
"What will it be?"
"If you don't like it, shall I call right now and dismiss him?"
"……N-no."
"No?"
"Yes…."
Her eyes brimmed with tears.
"I… I must have been too sensitive…."
"Sang-go does his job well…. Don't fire him."
My wife had just given permission for the beast to enter our home.
"Really? That's good."
"I knew you'd understand how considerate I was being toward you."
I swallowed the mad ecstasy raging inside me and kissed her forehead.
"I'll be back. Be good and make sure to eat properly."
Bang.
The front door slammed shut.
Until May 6th, this house would be Geon Sang-go's perfect private stage.