Chapter 10

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Translator: True Detective

Chapter: 9

Chapter Title: A Changed Honeymoon

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My honeymoon life with my wife had changed.

Lately, Lee Byung-joo was feeling this fact deep in his bones. How on earth had things ended up like this?

It was a bit embarrassing for him to say it himself, but he had a decent appearance, a wealthy family where money ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was never a worry, and polished dating skills honed by a flashy history with women.

Seducing the young and innocent Seo Jin-ah had been a piece of cake for a guy like him.

At first, he'd planned to just toy with her a bit, but in this day and age, a virgin like some natural monument? Plus, those naturally voluptuous D-cup breasts he'd always dreamed of, her milky pale skin, her kind personality, and her pure devotion focused solely on him. Seo Jin-ah was the kind of woman who could shatter even his lifelong commitment to staying single—she was someone he didn't want to let go.

With his virility well above average, Byung-joo couldn't just leave such an alluring wife alone. Ever since the wedding, they'd been enjoying a passionately burning honeymoon phase.

If only for the sudden onset of erectile dysfunction.

At first, he'd rationalized it away—blaming bad condition, psychological anxiety, and the like—desperately denying the truth. But now, Byung-joo could no longer refuse to accept the harsh reality.

He was impotent. No longer capable of a normal erection.

Bam!

He slammed the table with force.

"Damn it... damn it... fuck."

He'd tried everything—hospitals, traditional medicine, folk remedies. But his dick showed no signs of recovery. What the hell was wrong? He wasn't even thirty yet, still in his prime.

"Byung-joo... are you okay?"

His wife, Seo Jin-ah, who was getting ready for work, asked with worry. Even though she must be struggling too, she always put her husband first. Byung-joo found her so lovable.

The tight white dress that came down just above her thighs blatantly outlined her voluptuous breasts and her entire figure. The thin fabric even let a hint of black lingerie peek through underneath, more than enough to stir any man's imagination.

'Whoa, she's extra sexy today.'

That visual stimulation made Byung-joo's cock twitch faintly. But as expected, no erection.

'Huh?'

A sudden sense of wrongness flashed through his mind, leaving him flustered. Had his wife ever worn something like that? With her pure face contrasting her ample chest, she'd been subjected to men's lecherous stares since childhood. That's why she'd always stuck to clothes that hid her figure.

Because of that, even Byung-joo hadn't known about her national-treasure-level breasts until their first time. For his wife to wear something so tight—and short?

"That dress? ...Did you buy it new?"

"Yeah, I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thought I'd try changing up my style. Hehe."

"..."

"Um... does it look okay?"

"...Oh, yeah, yeah. You look gorgeous. It suits you perfectly."

Byung-joo had long wanted to see her in a dress like that, but knowing her trauma, he'd been cautious. In fact, he'd planned to gift her a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sexy one-piece for their upcoming wedding anniversary and spend a steamy night.

Due to her conservative family upbringing, she'd always instinctively refused oral sex or any position besides missionary in bed, as if she thought they were dirty. He'd planned to train her bit by bit—pure and innocent outside, but a lewd whore just for him.

Having experienced countless women, Byung-joo knew rushing was the quickest path to failure, and he was confident he could mold Jin-ah that way too.

'Why'd she wear something like that? Because of my problem? No sex lately? Pent-up frustration? No way, should I really let her go to work like that?'

All sorts of thoughts raced through his mind, but with his confidence as limp as his flaccid dick, he couldn't bring himself to tell her to change.

'If she goes to work like that, the male employees will stare all day.'

He knew from experience—guys gathering in groups to critique female employees' outfits ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and bodies, spewing dirty talk during breaks. Men were just like that.

'Damn it, damn it, damn it.'

His erectile dysfunction had only piled on the frustration.

But it wasn't over yet. His wife pulled out glossy black high heels from the closet that looked over 10 cm tall. Open-toe style, exposing her toes.

And as she bent over to put them on.

"Whoa!"

'Am I seeing things now? Please, let it be my imagination.'

Bending deeply at the waist down to her ankles, her already short dress rode up enough to nearly show her ass. And there, barely covering Jin-ah's plump rear—a tiny black T-back with minimal fabric.

"Ah."

Byung-joo reeled from the successive shocks, barely steadying himself. The thong strap so thin that the surrounding flesh was fully exposed to his eyes. He'd thought nothing could surprise him more, but her pale ass cheeks were impeccably smooth—not a single hair in sight.

Waxed clean like a child's.

"Oh, honey, you have fieldwork today, right? I'll head out first. Take care out there."

She greeted him affectionately as always, but the overwhelming anxiety kept Byung-joo's stiff expression frozen.

Their newlywed life had clearly reached a massive turning point.

- Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack -

The crisp sound of heels striking the marble floor echoed through the office. Moments later, the somewhat lively Friday office fell briefly silent.

"H...hello."

"Good morning. Have a great day."

'Ooh yeah...'

'Wow...'

'Damn, jackpot. Was Jin-ah always that hot?'

'Fuck... Deputy Manager Byung-joo must be living the dream.'

'Hot damn, sis, you're killing me.'

'What the hell, a whore? Coming to work in that slutty outfit?'

'Holy shit... is she sane? This is an office.'

'Does Byung-joo just let his wife prance around like that?'

The employees exchanged casual morning greetings on the surface, but the men couldn't tear their eyes from Seo Jin-ah's fully exposed cleavage, while the women inwardly spat curses out of jealousy toward her breasts.

One thing was clear: every single person in the office, men and women alike, was focused on Seo Jin-ah.

'They're all staring...'

As the men's sticky gazes locked onto her chest, her face flushed beet red. Anxiously tugging her dress down below her thighs, but it was short to begin with, and her ample bust kept pushing the hem up above them.

She hurried to her seat, turned on her computer, and tried to focus on work, but the buzzing chatter from her coworkers all seemed to be about her, the pressure of everyone watching making it impossible to concentrate.

"Jin-ah, come here a sec."

The team leader called her from beyond the partition. Careful not to flash her underwear with the short dress, she stood gingerly and approached his desk.

"Yes? What is it, Team Leader?"

The middle-aged team leader slowly scanned Seo Jin-ah up and down where she stood before him. His gaze fixed on her breasts.

"Team... Leader?"

Uncomfortable under his blatant stare, Jin-ah called out to him again.

"Ahem... uh-huh... Jin-ah. Even if it's Casual Friday, try to show a little consideration. This is a workplace."

It was an order to dress more appropriately, but throughout, his lecherous gaze made her feel like bugs were crawling over her skin.

"Y-yes... I'm sorry, Team Leader."

Under the male employees' perverted stares and the team leader's open ogling, Jin-ah swallowed her tears of humiliation and returned to her seat. Memories flooded back of high school, when she'd naively worn a tight T-shirt out and endured men's groping gazes on the subway—her trauma resurfacing.

Whether Jin-ah felt it or not, the team leader's eyes stayed glued to her until she sat down. And his cock, erect and tenting massively for the first time in ages.

'Have I ever been this rock-hard?'

Savoring the long-forgotten sensation, the Tax Team Leader leered at Jin-ah in her seat for a good while.

Yi Hyunwoo, watching her arrive from afar, had also gotten fully erect. Her fashion, unthinkable in the past, was his handiwork—just a few days ago, via directive.

After sealing the employment contract with Seo Jin-ah through the Work System, Hyunwoo messaged her the next day to summon her.

"D-Deputy Manager Yi... what do you want?"

Seo Jin-ah, who usually worked with a smiling face around the office, stared at him with undisguised extreme wariness.

"Just wanna talk for a minute."

"I... I have nothing to say to you, Deputy Manager Yi."

To Hyunwoo grinning slyly as if nothing had happened, Jin-ah mustered the firmest tone she could manage. But her clumsy defiance only stoked his bizarre desire further.

"Oh ho? Really? You haven't forgotten our steamy time last Friday, have you?"

"D-Deputy Manager Yi! If you bring that up one more time, I'll report you for sexual harassment!"

The memory of that day—being half-forced into rape in the supply closet by Yi Hyunwoo—made Jin-ah's face burn with rage and shame.

"Jin-ah, are you saying I sexually harassed you?"

"Then what the hell was it?"

No sooner had Jin-ah finished than Hyunwoo pulled out his smartphone and played the recorded video.

In the video Hyunwoo played, Seo Jin-ah—lost in a haze from repeated insertions and climaxes—begged desperately in doggy style as he pounded her relentlessly in the supply closet.

That day she'd been ravaged by Hyunwoo, climaxing over ten times until her memories blurred. But to think she'd begged like that.

'Did I... did I really plead like a slut?'

She never used vulgar words normally, so the fact that she'd begged for his "cock" hit harder than the sex tape itself.

"Still calling this sexual harassment, Seo Jin-ah?"

"..."

Jin-ah bit her lower lip until it nearly bled, glaring at Hyunwoo, but frustratingly realized she had no ground to argue.

Of course, if she'd thought calmly, she'd know a secretly filmed sex video without her consent couldn't prove his innocence. But self-loathing over feeling pleasure from a man other than her husband clouded her judgment.

Plus, the Work System was still amplifying her libido nonstop. Just seeing Hyunwoo's face heated her body, hindering rational thought.

"I'll take that silence as agreement, then? Oh, and Jin-ah, we should talk about the details of our employment contract now."

While she reeled from the video, Hyunwoo casually brought up the contract he'd sealed via [Employment Contract]. He was a bit tense, unsure how she'd react.

"Twice a month, meetings unrelated to work upon request. Dates coordinated in advance. I know that much, Deputy Manager Yi."

Her response, delivered as naturally as business talk, left Hyunwoo—the one who'd asked—taken aback instead.

"Oh? You're well aware. Then, please book a one-night stay at the Workwheel Hotel next Friday. Keep your evening free afterward."

"Got it. Workwheel Hotel next Friday, booked."

A hotel reservation totally unrelated to work. An evening alone together. Astonishingly, she treated the contract clause [Private Meeting] like routine office duty. The Work System had warped her common sense just like the contract stipulated.