Chapter 6

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Translator: True Detective

Chapter: 5

Chapter Title: Shifting Desires

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"Honey... are you asleep?"

Lying in bed with Byung-joo, Jin-ah finally spoke up after a few moments of hesitation, as if she'd made up her mind.

"Mm? Oh... no, not yet."

Caught off guard by her sudden approach, Byung-joo startled and replied. Normally, they'd be tangled in hot skinship before he even fully lay down, but lately, his poor condition had tanked his libido.

"Mm... honey..."

Unaware or perhaps sensing his inner turmoil, Jin-ah wrapped her arms tightly around him from behind. Her marshmallow-soft, ample breasts enveloped his back in cozy warmth.

Not stopping at the back hug, she mustered a bit more courage.

"Mwah... smooch..."

'It's... so embarrassing, but I have to step up as his wife.'

Still hugging him from behind, she timidly pecked the nape of his neck. For Jin-ah, who had always been passive, this was a huge step forward.

'Gasp!'

Byung-joo, who had been gently coaxing his conservative wife bit by bit, jumped at her bold flesh-and-blood assault.

Her soft tongue teasingly tickled his nape. Her full breasts asserted their presence against his back through the thin nightshirt, the fluffy, warm marshmallow-like sensation transmitting directly.

Thanks to that, his previously limp dick stood straight up at attention.

'Yeah. If Jin-ah's making the effort, I have to respond in kind.'

Receiving her caresses, Byung-joo resolved himself and turned to face her.

"Smooch... mwah... smack smack."

"Haa... haa..."

Their bedroom, long deprived, heated up fiercely. Byung-joo and Jin-ah's tongues intertwined messily, exchanging sticky saliva.

"Haa... haa..."

Their lips parted, a transparent thread stretching thin before snapping in the air. Jin-ah's face was flushed beet red from embarrassment and the deep kiss's pleasure.

Without a word, Byung-joo stripped off both their nightshirts. Her pale breasts, hidden beneath, were revealed. Embarrassed by her perfect 65D cups, Jin-ah covered them with both hands—but they spilled through her fingers, unintentionally accentuating them further and driving Byung-joo wild.

'Phew... it'll be fine, right???'

The kitchen disaster from last time flashed in his mind, but how many men could resist such a loving, lewd wife?

'You got this, Byung-joo. Don't tense up.'

He kept steeling himself. Slowly lowering his head, he stared at Jin-ah's tightly clenched pussy, like a clam.

Fortunately, it no longer evoked shellfish phobia. Without that fear, they could have another hot night like before, he thought.

Finally, he positioned his throbbing cock—swollen from her aggressive teasing—toward her demurely pursed pink folds.

'It'll be fine, right?? Fine, right?? Why am I so anxious? It won't fail midway like last time, will it?'

Anxiety echoed and amplified in his head. The pressure to satisfy his bold wife, the failed kitchen sex, what if he failed again and disappointed her massively... Why now, when it never happened before? Was he getting old? She was plenty attractive—was he already bored? Worries chained endlessly.

"Ahh..."

In the end, the overwhelming anxiety crushed his confidence once more. His rock-hard erection wilted away like it had never been. A shocking first for him.

"Huh... what? Wha-what... It's... it's okay, honey."

Noticing his state, Jin-ah panicked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠but hid it, comforting him.

'Damn it, what's wrong with me!'

Fury boiled inside, but before his wife, he shrank like a guilty man.

"Uh... ha... haha, guess my condition's off lately."

"It's okay, honey!"

Jin-ah hugged him tight. Her sincere comfort eased his frustration a bit.

'Yeah. Happens sometimes. It'll get better.'

As his extreme stress subsided, Byung-joo drifted off. But Jin-ah tossed and turned until dawn, her body burning hot.

Yet contrary to his hopes, his dick grew ever more powerless before her. Mornings still saw it standing firm—no issue with erections themselves.

He even got checked at a urologist for the first time in his life. Perfectly normal. His testosterone was even higher than average. No physical problems, so no treatment needed.

'What's the issue? It stands fine—why does it die when we try? Damn it.'

He had no face to show his wife. How did it come to this? Him, Lee Byung-joo?

Always confident thanks to superior looks and physique since childhood, he was unprepared for this trial. His mental state crumbled rapidly.

"Heh heh heh."

Checking Byung-joo's personal info after a while, Hyunwoo couldn't hold back his laughter at his completely shattered state.

The shellfish phobia was long gone, but the anxiety over sexual function—the real culprit behind his mental collapse—had morphed into despair. His love for Seo Jin-ah remained, but newlywed bliss had plummeted to frustration.

No doubt, with mental stats hitting rock bottom, serious marital issues had arisen.

"Hmm... what about Seo Jin-ah, then?"

Husband and wife were one body; Byung-joo's problem was hers too.

'Yes!! Right on cue.'

She still loved Byung-joo, but felt anxiety over his changes.

A normal newlywed couple would ignite at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a glance. If her husband suddenly refused sex, stress was inevitable.

'Has his heart wandered? Have I lost my appeal? She must be overthinking it. Heh heh heh.'

Through the work system's psychological messages, Hyunwoo grasped their situation. Seo Jin-ah's once ironclad mental was nearing its limit.

One week later.

"Perfect!"

Seo Jin-ah's plummeting mental hit its lowest. Hyunwoo seized the moment, switching her craving target to himself.

"Damn it?"

The message doused his excitement. It cleared up the Leadership stat mystery—like a general commanding troops, administrators led employees?

Kim Ji-young was probably already under [Female Employee], occupying his Leadership slot.

"Useless bitch..."

Forgetting how he'd used her like a toilet whenever horny, Hyunwoo spat curses at Kim Ji-young.

'If Seo Jin-ah's mental recovers even 1 point, this chance is gone!'

Thoughts brief, action swift. Yi Hyunwoo dumped his remaining points into Leadership.

Confirming the Leadership boost, Hyunwoo switched Seo Jin-ah's craving to himself.

"Yes!!!"

Fucking Seo Jin-ah was now just a matter of time.

Unable to have sex with Byung-joo for weeks, Seo Jin-ah's body burned hotter each night. Even she was startled by her raging libido.

'Haa... honey, I want it so bad...'

Gazing fondly at her back-turned husband, but no sign of the man to quench her fiery body like before. She'd braved embarrassment, seducing him like a slut—only to get his limp dick in return.

'Am I... boring you now, honey?'

Unable to cool her heat, she began doubting Byung-joo's love too.

Even during work hours, Jin-ah brimmed with sexual desire, unable to focus.

'Haaang... why am I like this? I want it so bad...'

She glanced at her husband in the distant Tax Team. Then, her eyes met Deputy Manager Yi Hyunwoo's as he passed the office hallway.

'Byung-joo, Byung-joo... Huh? That's Deputy Manager Yi? Wonder what he's like in bed?'

"Ah!"

Suddenly possessed, Jin-ah imagined sex with someone other than Byung-joo. A man she'd never spared a thought for—now her husband faded from her mind, replaced by Yi Hyunwoo.

'Crazy, Seo Jin-ah... Snap out of it! Your husband is Byung-joo!'

Forcing thoughts of her beloved husband, but Byung-joo's image blurred, usurped by Yi Hyunwoo.

Passing by Seo Jin-ah's desk casually, Hyunwoo noted her expression and gaze mirrored Kim Ji-young's exactly. She, who'd ignored him before, now clearly fixated on him—quickly averting her eyes upon meeting his. Checkmate.

'Heh heh... finally time to fuck Seo Jin-ah?'

Recalling her innocent face contrasting her voluptuous bust, Hyunwoo pitched a tent right there in the office.

'Great! Like with Kim Ji-young, call her to the storage room!'

Strike while the iron's hot—he messaged her via company chat. Minutes later, Hyunwoo and Jin-ah met at the annex basement 1F supplies storage.

"Hey, Jin-ah."

"H-Hello... D-Deputy Manager Yi."

Hyunwoo greeted nonchalantly on purpose. Tense, Jin-ah couldn't meet his eyes.

'Heh heh, same reaction as Kim Ji-young.'

Pretending to grab supplies in the cramped storage, Hyunwoo pressed close to Jin-ah. At breath-sharing distance, their eyes locked.

"Deputy Manager Yi..."