Tonight, I've Chosen You
Is it just... my imagination?
That car I'd spotted on my way out of the apartment... it had looked just like Uncle's. I'd tried to check the license plate, but my friend had grabbed my arm and tugged me the other way before I could get a proper look.
Even while we wandered the grocery store, even while we sat in the café afterward trading gossip... I couldn't get that car out of my head. Why would it be parked there? Unless... unless he'd come from our building. Unless he was staying at Ye-rim's place, the two of them living together...?
Min-ah. Get a grip.
The fact that my brain would even spit out something that ridiculous probably meant I just wanted to see him that badly. It had been so long. A considerable stretch of time had already slipped by since I'd last laid eyes on him.
Ah... I miss you, Uncle...
Something cold touched my tongue and I couldn't even taste it. We killed a stretch of meaningless time after that, and when my friend and I finally headed home, the car that had made me think of him was still sitting in the exact same spot. I wanted to walk over and check, but my friend slipped her arm through mine, laughing as she started talking, and I never got the chance.
We stepped into the elevator. I watched that car through the narrowing gap until the doors sealed shut.
"Hahh..."
"What's wrong, Min? Something on your mind?"
"...It's nothing."
Why wouldn't he come see me? The hurt of it welled up so thick I could feel my eyes starting to sting — and then a distinctive notification tone chimed against my ear. I unlocked my phone in a flash. That sound was one I'd set for a single person and a single person only.
I looked at the screen... and there it was. A message from the one I'd been waiting and waiting for.
Hehe♥
Every ugly thought vanished on the spot, and my heart flooded over with joy. It really did have to be him. Nobody else. I was going to have to pick a day and sit down and make a real plan — a way to keep Uncle right here beside me, starting now.
By the time I stepped out of the apartment after my round with Eun-ju, the hour had gotten away from me. Beyond the buildings, the sun was already sinking, slow and syrupy. Dusk settled in. The whole world flushed red beneath the sunset.
What a beautiful world. Was it beautiful because I was happy looking at it — or had it always been this way, and I was only just now seeing it?
Pointless thoughts. I climbed into the car I'd left in the lot and checked my phone, wondering who'd been trying to reach me. Fox. Dozens of messages. Something wrong? I opened them in a hurry, worry already knotting in my chest — and then I actually started reading, and... good grief.
Once an Obsessive Girl, always an Obsessive Girl.
Just getting through them took a while. Looking at the timestamps, she'd sent at least one a minute. There was a lot of noise in there, but the bottom line was simple enough: he'd done it one-on-one with Mom, so next time he had to do her too.
Greedy little thing. As if she could even handle it. Four rounds in and her brain would check out completely — she'd just lie there making a mess of herself. And still the greed on this girl was second to none.
She'd gone to all that trouble flooding my inbox, though. Least I could do was answer. I kept it to one sentence — the kind of line she'd been aching for, the kind that would set her heart hammering.
God, she was lively.
I lifted my head and spotted two girls walking toward the building from a distance, each of them carrying something cold, laughing as they talked. Min-ah and Fox. Maybe it came from spending so much time together, but the two of them had a surprising amount in common. Both of them had that bright, youthful bounce — a freshness, a snap in their reactions that set them apart from other girls their age. They laughed easily. They were full of mischief.
And yet there was a subtle difference between them. If Min-ah was a slightly naive little troublemaker overflowing with that airheaded charm, Fox was... well, she was fine in every other context, but the second she stood in front of me she turned into a walking disaster. All thumbs. A complete mess.
Bottom line: they both act like elementary schoolers.
Min-ah was the genuine article — an actual child in a twenty-one-year-old's body. Fox was elementary-schooler-coded. Not that I was knocking her. That was just her personality. Just the way she moved through the world.
I watched the two of them disappear as the elevator doors closed, then sent Min-ah a message of her own. She'd worked hard today. I loved her.
A moment later, the reply came back.
Well. Daily obligations: handled.
Time to keep my evening appointment. I turned the key and pointed the car toward my target.
I was going to see Sul-ah — and fill her womb to the brim.
Rush hour had the roads in a chokehold, so the drive took a while. I worried, briefly, that she might have already left by the time I arrived... but no. True to the reputation of a woman who'd earned the CEO's chair on merit alone, she was still at the office, working hard, when I walked in.
The secretary in front of the executive suite bowed as I approached. She seemed more polite than she had this morning. Had Sul-ah said something to her? No way to know. What I could tell was that there wasn't a trace of hostility coming off her. If anything, she looked at me with something like goodwill — and a healthy dose of curiosity.
She reported my arrival with practiced efficiency. A woman in her late twenties, glancing at me every few seconds, until whatever she heard on the other end of the line must have been permission, because she set the receiver down and opened the door herself.
"Thank you."
"Have a wonderful time."
A wonderful time, huh. Courtesy, probably — but it landed with a distinctly suggestive edge. Well. I'd been cheered on by the secretary. Time to go breed the CEO.
I stepped inside. The office looked different than it had this morning. Earlier, the space had felt wide open, almost airy; now, with the hard sunlight gone, everything was flatter, cleaner, more sharply defined. The change in atmosphere didn't touch the woman who owned the room, though. She was sitting in the same place I'd seen her that morning, wearing the same face, watching me come in.
"...You actually came."
"Of course I did. A man doesn't pass up a meeting with a woman as beautiful as you."
"How very flattering."
"Were you hoping I would?"
Her brow furrowed at that. The look she gave me said she couldn't believe I had the nerve to ask something so shameless out loud. Then she pressed her thumb and forefinger into the space between her eyebrows, working at her forehead, and answered.
"I was hoping you wouldn't. And yet here you are. What a shame."
I almost laughed. Our CEO really didn't know how to be honest with herself.
I crossed the room toward her at an easy pace, reached out, and started working the tension out of the back of her neck while I looked over whatever she'd been studying. New business, by the look of it. KUC Food was in the middle of launching a fresh venture. Times had changed, and a lot of things that used to be fixtures of daily life had changed with them; companies whose entire purpose was making money had been forced to change too. And since eating was the one habit you could never separate from a human being... KUC Food's new play was lunchboxes.
She's got to be drowning in this.
I'd put money into the project myself, specifically to manufacture a reason to sit down with her, so I knew exactly how the board looked. The market already had its frontrunners. KUC was arriving late. If it worked, they'd carve out a whole new territory, and the results would be impossible to ignore. If it failed... she might have to give up any shot at the chairman's seat. There simply wasn't enough time to start something else from scratch.
In a way, she's a monomaniac.
I turned my head and watched her stare through the papers as if she could bore a hole in them. I was still kneading her neck. She was still entirely absorbed in the documents. I'd almost never seen anyone succeed by spreading themselves across a dozen different bets — you could count those people on one hand — but most people still hedged, didn't they? You never knew which one would hit, so you prepared a spread.
Kang Sul-ah was a different animal. Once she locked onto a target, she saw it through to the end. Success or failure didn't matter. She poured herself into that one thing until there was a result. That was her style.
So if I whispered love in her ear... would she look at nothing but me for a while?
The thought arrived uninvited. And the more I turned it over, the more plausible it seemed. Seventeen years divorced and she still hadn't remarried. I'd also never once put a woman under my hands and not had her end up clinging to me, saying she loved me. A woman who'd spent seventeen years as a divorcée wasn't likely to be the exception.
I'd find out soon enough. That wasn't the point right now. The point right now was how I was going to eat this woman properly.
I let my hand slide down from her neck and started pressing into the upper swell of her chest, firm and rhythmic. It must have felt good, because she hesitated for a beat and then twisted in her chair, angling her body so I could work more easily around the furniture.
"How is it? Feel good?"
"...Yes. Thank you. Really."
"Must be exhausting, carrying these around all day. They're huge..."
I dropped my gaze. Even through her clothes, her breasts were enormous — big enough that they looked ready to spill out. When I'd lifted her earlier today she'd been surprisingly heavy, and I was willing to bet these accounted for a serious share of that weight.
She set the documents on the desk, let out a long breath, and tapped her fingertips over her eyes.
"You're not wrong. They're so heavy I could die by the end of the day. Mornings aren't so bad, but by the time I'm leaving at night my shoulders are killing me."
I could believe it. Built like that...
I slid my hand down and into the open neckline of her blouse, then carefully eased both masses out into the open. They swayed — two, three heavy rolls — announcing themselves with a bounce that spoke of serious elasticity. I set my hands on them and squeezed, and they overflowed my grip on both sides, too much to hold.
God. What a pair of tits.
A chest that size, and a body she kept in fighting shape — her waist was genuinely wasp-thin. I worked both breasts without rest, mauling them, and she tipped her face up at me with something like genuine curiosity.
"...Do you like my chest?"
"Yeah. Beyond anything I could put into words."
She gave a small nod, and when she spoke again her voice had gone quiet, as if she were looking backward through time.
"I suppose so. My ex-husband loved them too. Before he'd put it in, he'd slide himself between them and rock."
"Before you had kids? So they were always this big?"
Sul-ah's breasts were enormous even by the standards of a woman who ran a company — bigger than Da-hye's, the idol I'd seen not long ago. She was tall enough that they didn't look quite so overwhelming from a distance, but the second you actually got your hands on them they spilled over your fingers. And because she trained, they didn't sag. The density of them, the packed, living weight — top-tier. You'd have a hard time finding a pair like this in the country. You'd probably have to go overseas.
She shook her head.
"Not quite. They were large, but not like this. Then I had two children, and they just... became this."
"Right. You have a daughter too, don't you?"
"Yes. Just the one. She turned twenty this year."
She let out a long breath that was halfway to a sigh. I understood. The daughter was almost as much of a problem as the son.
Im Ha-na. Kang Sul-ah's second child — and another piece of prey in the hunt I was running. I was planning to deal with the rapist bastard first, so for now I was only watching her. Knocking her over didn't look like it would be particularly difficult. She was a little hellion who hit the clubs every night and went through men like she was trying to set a record. She was so promiscuous it had actually started to worry me; I'd asked Ring-ring to look into whether she had anything. And thank God — according to the information still coming in real time, she didn't. Not yet.
"Sul-ah... you've really had it rough."
Two children, both of them disasters. Just imagining it was enough to make your skin crawl.
Maybe she heard the honesty in my voice. She let her head fall all the way back and looked up into my eyes with a gaze like a deer's — still water, a lake with no current I could read. She held that quiet look for a while. Then she closed her eyes.
She wanted a kiss.
A soft press. A pull. Another. Another. The tender give of her mouth traveled through me, and a sharp, dizzying heat poured strength into my cock. It swelled against my slacks, pitching a tent that looked ready to tear through the fabric, and I eased myself off her lips.
"I..."
She started to say something and then shut her mouth again. What was she trying to get out that had her hesitating like that?
"What? Say it. Don't hold back."
"...It's nothing."
I almost pushed. Then I saw the confusion written across her face and let it go. I didn't know what it was, but when a woman was turning something over, waiting was usually the right move. That didn't mean I was going to sit there like an idiot, though. Whatever she was wrestling with, I needed to steer it in a direction that worked for me.
I took my hands off her breasts and sank down. Then I started taking off her shoes, and after that her stockings, one at a time. Her eyes went wide. She tried to pull her legs back.
"Did I tell you to move?"
"...Understood."
She put her legs back where I'd had them, but she clearly had no idea what I was about to do. The two hands she'd folded over her knees kept fidgeting, restless with nerves. Cute. It made me want to tease her. I swallowed the impulse. Scoring points came first.
I still didn't know what she was chewing on, but every time a woman hesitated on the verge of telling me something, something enormous tended to follow. This time wouldn't be any different. I needed her worry to travel in a direction that favored me. What I was doing right now was the first step.
Once I had everything off, two pale feet sat in front of me. Even those two seemed determined to advertise her state of mind — her toes wouldn't stop squirming.
"Stay still."
"Y-yes..."
I took one of her feet in both hands and started pressing into the sole, kneading it in slow, firm circles.
Sul-ah made a sound that was almost a scream.
"W-what are you—! S-stop! Stop that right now!!"
"I told you to stay still."
"B-but... they're dirty...!"
I pinned her with a look. The force of it stopped her struggling cold. God. This woman took so much work.
I started again, this time pressing my thumbs into each toe and the spaces between them.
"How is it? Feel good?"
"...Yes."
"You worked hard today. Raising two kids on your own... that's a lot. It really is."
I finished one foot and moved to the other, and she didn't say a word the entire time. I didn't either. I knew this wasn't a moment that needed filling. Silence settled between us, clean and still, until the massage was done.
I put her stockings back on, then her shoes, and stood. Then I looked at her, checking for any shift.
She had her eyes on the floor, both hands gathered in her lap as if she were praying. Her ears were a little red. That was it.
...Not yet.
I even went to the bathroom and washed my hands, just in case — and when I came back, nothing had changed. Her fondness for me had clearly gone up. I could feel that much. But she still wasn't ready to say whatever she'd swallowed.
So I'd have to sweeten her a little more. My hands were cold from the tap; touching her again was off the table. I leaned against the desk right beside her instead.
"Want to get dinner?"
Her head came up. Apparently the possibility that I might ask her to eat — without doing that first — had never even occurred to her. I put on a face with no ulterior motive in it whatsoever and asked again, smiling.
"Deal?"
"Deal."
She smiled. It was the kind of smile that could put a crack in a man's chest just by existing — genuinely, dangerously charming. I hadn't known she could look like that. I forced my heartbeat back down to something civilized and held out a hand.
All right. Let's hear what you've been chewing on.
And after that — breeding. A man who could look at a smile like that and not follow through didn't deserve to call himself one.