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After finishing lunch with Siyeon, Daehyuk felt refreshed and began organizing information about his target, Kim Heeyeon.
'She grew up in a strict family. Though her parents were kind, they were passive and forced her into marriage. They are the type who cannot defy traditional expectations. Having been raised in that environment from a young age, she must dread how her parents would react if they found out about her lesbian relationship.'
In his mind, Daehyuk pictured Kim Heeyeon, who often wore a gentle smile, suddenly terrified the moment her secret was exposed.
He thought, 'Besides, she loves Seorina enough to risk an affair in the first place. It would be more effective to involve Seorina and scare her. Then...'
A grin spread across his face as he raised the corners of his mouth. He pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and called Park Bongpal.
Trrrr… Dang!
"Hey, Bongpal…"
[Huh! Yes! Oppa! Why am I getting a call out of the blue?]
"Huh?"
As soon as he heard the voice on the other end, Daehyuk realized it wasn't Park Bongpal's deep voice but a woman's moaning voice instead.
'Did I make a mistake?'
[Whoop! Stay quiet. Ah! Brother~ What's going on?]
"I see you're busy. Call me later when you're free."
Without another word, Daehyuk hung up the phone immediately.
No matter how much he wanted to ask for a favor, he wasn't the type to interrupt someone's fucking session.
'… Let him enjoy his game for now.'
….
….
Thirty minutes later…
His phone rang.
"Hello?"
[Ugh, brother, I would be upset if you cut it off so suddenly.]
"Hey, bastard. If you are fucking, just ignore the call!!"
[Isn't this supposed to be my brother's call? Would this Park Bongpal really ignore his own brother's phone and just keep having fun?]
"Ugh. But why are you fucking in this daylight? What about the office?"
[Today, everything runs smoothly even without me. And isn't it the same for you to fuck during the day? All the pretty ladies there are fucked by you day and night.]
"That's it. So you broke up with the girl you were fucking with?"
[No way. It took a lot of effort for me to call you quickly. She is struggling next to me.]
"I put that girl through a hard time for no reason."
[After all the hardships, I'm glad she was able to see heaven quickly~ So, brother, what's the reason you're calling?]
"Ah, that's it. After your store closes, follow Kim Heeyeon. Make sure to get footage of her with Seorina—both entering and leaving. Also, secure CCTV footage from a nearby motel showing them playing scissors."
[Huh? Didn't you already get that last time, brother?]
"I need the most recent footage. Can you handle it?"
[Of course! That'll be a piece of cake. Just leave it to me!]
"Great. I'm counting on you."
[Ah, but brother! We're having Kobe beef for dinner tonight, right?]
"Yes, we'll have Kobe beef. Let's enjoy it until it melts in our mouths."
[Awesome! I can't wait, brother!]
Click.
After ending the call with Park Bongpal, he leaned back, clasped his hands behind his head, and smiled.
"I can't wait to see the look on Heeyeon's face when she gets caught.
...
...
Cha Daehyuk's massage parlor was closed for the day.
As planned, Seorina went out to meet Heeyeon for their date.
"Heeyeon~!"
"Seorina, you're here."
The two met at the café where they had agreed to meet. As soon as they saw each other, their faces lit up with smiles. They greeted each other warmly and sat together at the same table.
After quickly ordering coffee, they began to chat.
Their conversation started with how happy they were to see each other. They talked about everyday things, showed off new jewelry, and complimented each other on how well they looked together.
To anyone watching, it would simply look like two close friends enjoying each other's company.
While the conversation continued, Heeyeon brought something up.
"Seorina, now that I think about it, your store manager is really skilled."
"Oh? Really?"
"Yes. I went because Mr. Jisan recommended him. He was so good—I felt like all the fatigue just melted away."
"Well… He is kind of a big name in this industry."
"I'm not surprised," Heeyeon replied with admiration, speaking highly of the place where Seorina worked.
But Seorina didn't feel pleased. The way Heeyeon praised Daehyuk, a man she wasn't fond of, made her uncomfortable.
"Heeyeon, he didn't do anything strange, did he?"
"Something strange? No, he just gave me a really relaxing massage."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, it felt so good… Hehe, I actually fell asleep."
"You fell asleep?"
"Yes. When I woke up, it was already over. I was a little embarrassed because I didn't even realize I'd dozed off."
"…Heeyeon, are you absolutely sure he didn't do anything?"
"Hey, I love you. Why would you doubt me, Seorina?"
"But he's still a man, right? And Heeyeon, you're beautiful. You need to be careful."
"Hehe, you're always worrying about me."
Heeyeon didn't sense any danger at all. She smiled gently, touched by how much Seorina cared.
"Thank you, Seorina. But you said it yourself—he's well-known in the industry. Plus, I was introduced by Mr. Jisan. Why would he do anything to me?"
"Well… that's true, but…"
Seorina knew just how powerful Kim Jisan's family was, thanks to what Heeyeon had told her.
Even so, she couldn't help but feel uneasy. She still disliked the fact that Daehyuk had touched Heeyeon's body at all.
"Tch! I'm better at massages than the director."
"Really?"
"It's true. I studied a lot too. Besides… if it's your body, I'd know it much better. Of course I'd be able to give you a more comfortable massage."
Seorina gave her a sly smile, and Heeyeon blushed at her words.
"Hehe… Well, maybe that's true…"
"Hehehe… shy Heeyeon is so cute."
"Don't say things like that here," Heeyeon said, glancing around.
"Why not? It's not like anyone's watching us. It's not like your cold, clueless, and overbearing husband is here. Oh, right—Heeyeon, I saw your husband."
"You mean Jisan?"
"Yeah. It was my first time seeing him, but he was exactly how I imagined. He gave off this vibe… like someone obsessed with work, totally indifferent to his wife."
"Really?"
"I was shocked when I found out he was your husband. I never expected someone to match the image in my head so perfectly."
Seorina gently took Heeyeon's hands in hers.
"Honestly, marrying a guy like that… What am I going to do with you, my Heeyeon?"
Heeyeon blushed again, feeling the warmth of Seorina's touch.
"Well… He's been buying me some things lately. Isn't that thoughtful? And he did recommend your massage place…"
"He just recommended a massage parlor. Heeyeon, did you forget everything you've told me before? He treats you like a machine—for cooking and for having kids."
"That's…"
Heeyeon fell quiet, reflecting on Seorina's words. She thought back to her daily life.
Kim Jisan treated her more like a machine than a partner. Her married life lacked affection and warmth. There was no emotional connection, no loving words. At night, he would mechanically hold her a few times a week—nothing more than routine.
Jisan barely caresses her body, only shakes her hips, and once he cum, he immediately changes his clothes and goes to sleep.
Just as Seorina said, there were many times when Heeyeon felt like nothing more than a housekeeper who also had sex just to bear a child.
Despite feeling weighed down by her situation, she couldn't voice any complaints. Instead, she kept everything bottled up inside.
After reconnecting with Seorina, her high school classmate, Heeyeon felt a sense of joy and comfort. They spent time chatting, laughing, and catching up, and in that joy, she began to open up more. She shared her concerns and leaned on Seorina emotionally.
Eventually, that growing dependency led them to cross a line, and their relationship changed.
They both knew that their lesbian bond was wrong in the eyes of society and would never be accepted. But even so, Heeyeon couldn't bring herself to end her marriage.
In her darkest moments, it was Seorina who listened. She offered care, affection, and emotional warmth—something she had long been starved of.
Heeyeon cherished that warmth. She didn't want to let go of the comforting presence that now wrapped around her like a soft blanket, melting the frost she had grown used to feeling inside.
"Yes, I know, Seorina," she said softly.
Then, holding Seorina's hand—her fingers tightening gently around it—she added,
"The person who loves me the most is you, Seorina."
"Heeyeon…"
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Heeyeon and Seorina spent their date walking through the streets, chatting, and browsing various stores.
It was a simple routine, but their destination was always the same.
Since they could only meet like this once a week, their time together often ended with a deep expression of love. To share warmth and intimacy, Heeyeon and Seorina always headed to a quiet business hotel with few guests.
"..."
As always, the two entered the hotel room in silence.
They didn't speak, not because there was nothing to say, but because they both understood the weight of what they were doing. No matter how many times they repeated it, they knew it wasn't right.
But still—
They had already crossed too many boundaries. At this point, stopping simply because it was "wrong" felt impossible.
"I'll take a shower first."
"Okay."
Just like every time before, Heeyeon stepped into the shower first without hesitation.