< Episode 9 >

 

 

My newlywed life with my wife has changed.

 

Recently, Lee Byung-joo had been experiencing this fact with his own body. How did it end up like this?

 

He's a little embarrassed to say it out of his own mouth, but he's a wealthy family with good looks and never had to worry about money. Romance skills and techniques cultivated by gorgeous female sidelines.

 

It was easy for him to flirt with Seo Jin-ah, who was young and innocent.

 

At first, I was going to play with her in moderation, but nowadays she is a virgin who seems to be a natural treasure in the world, and she has always longed for a natural plump D-cup breast, milky skin, and a gentle personality that only looks at herself. Seo Jin-ah was a woman she didn't want to let go of, as much as she broke her creed of being a non-matrimonist.

 

Byung-joo, who was also above average in terms of energy, couldn't let such an attractive wife go unnoticed, and he had been living a hot newlywed life since the wedding.

 

If it weren't for the erectile dysfunction that came suddenly.

 

At first, I tried to rationalize it because I wasn't feeling well, because I was psychologically anxious, and so on. However, Lee Byung-joo was now forced to accept this frequent fact.

 

The fact that he is a eunuch who can no longer get a normal erection.

 

"Bang!"

 

Slam the table violently.

 

"Damn... Oh no.... Sivaal."

 

I tried everything from hospitals to oriental medicine clinics to home remedies. But his belongings showed no signs of recovery. What's the problem? I'm not even thirty yet.

 

"Mr. Byung-joo..... Are you okay?"

 

His wife, Seo Jin-ah, who was getting ready for work, asks worriedly. It must have been hard for me too, but my wife, who always cared for her husband, was adorable.

 

A tight white dress that reached just below her thighs showed off her entire body, from the contours of her voluptuous breasts. In addition, perhaps because of the thin fabric, the black underwear peeked through, which was enough to stimulate the imagination of the men.

 

'Oh! You're so sexy today, aren't you?'

 

The visual stimulation makes Byung-joo's twitch. But again, it doesn't get an erection.

 

'Huh?'

 

He was taken aback by the strangeness that suddenly flashed through his mind. Did she wear that? Because of her innocent face and contrasting plump breasts, she had suffered from men's lustful gaze since she was a child. That's why I've always stuck to clothes that didn't show off my figure.

 

That's why he didn't know the chest of the national treasure until he went to bed for the first time. How could such a wife wear such a tight, even short dress?

 

"Clothes? ... Did you buy a new one?"

 

"Oh, I changed my style. Hehe"

 

“.....”

 

"I... Are you okay?"

 

“... Oh yes, it's so pretty. It's a good fit."

 

He had always wanted to wear a dress like that to his wife, but he was cautious because he knew her trauma. In fact, I was planning to give her a naughty dress for our upcoming wedding anniversary and have a hot night.

 

Because of the conservative atmosphere at home, my wife has always instinctively refused to give a in bed or any position other than the missionary position. It was as if he thought it was dirty. Little by little, I was going to train her and educate her like a who was innocent on the outside but only in front of herself.

 

She had learned that haste is a shortcut to failure through many women, and she was confident that she would change that way as well.

 

'Why did I wear that? I have a problem? Because you don't have a place to sleep? Are you frustrated because of that? No, I'm wearing crazy things, should I just let them go to work?'

 

He thought of arrogance, but was it because his confidence had hit rock bottom, just like his limp things? I couldn't bring myself to tell my wife to wear something else to work.

 

'If I go to work like that, the guys will stare at me all day'

 

He had the experience of getting together in threes and threes to evaluate the clothes and bodies of the female employees, so he knew very well that they would gather and talk obscenities during breaks. That's what men are.

 

'Damn'

 

He was just irritated by his erectile dysfunction.

 

But it was not yet reassuring. My wife pulls out her glossy black high heels that look more than 10 centimeters tall from the shoe rack. It was an open-toe heel style with a hole in the front, exposing the toes.

 

She bent down to put on her high heels.

 

"Oh!"

 

'Do you see the vanity now? Please, I'm mistaken.'

 

She bent deep at the waist to her ankles, so her short dress was pushed up to the point where you could see her buttocks. And a black thong that is too small to wrap around Jin-ah's plump buttocks catches a glimpse.

 

"Ahh

 

Byung-joo staggers from the shock of the successive shocks. Because of the thong-thin thongs, the surrounding buttocks are clearly visible to him. I thought there would be nothing more to be surprised, but her immaculate hips were so clean and tidy that there wasn't a single hair.

 

It was waxed as clean as a child.

 

"Oh, honey, you were on a business trip today, right? I'll go to work first. Then be careful."

 

His wife greeted him affectionately as usual, but Lee Byung-joo couldn't let go of his stiff expression due to the anxiety that was creeping in.

 

He and her newlywed life were clearly at a turning point.

 

* * *

 

- Again and again -

 

The cheerful sound of the marble floor and heels colliding reverberates throughout the house. After a while, the office, which is somewhat excited because it is Friday, quiets down for a while.

 

"An... Hello."

 

"Hello. Good morning."

 

'Oooh...'

 

'Wow...'

 

'Crazy Sucker Ozzy. Was that enough?'

 

'... I'm so fucking jealous of you.'

 

'Oh my gosh, my sister is dying'

 

'What kind of are you crazy? Are you going to wear that uniform to work?'

 

'Huh... Are you insane? This is a company."

 

'You're not going to let your wife do that?'

 

The employees greeted each other in the morning as if they were casual, but the male employees couldn't take their eyes off Seo Jin-ah's bare breasts, and the female employees were swearing inwardly out of jealousy of Jin-ah's breasts.

 

However, what was certain was that everyone in the office, both men and women, was paying attention to her.

 

'I've been staring at you'

 

When the male employees' sticky gaze is focused on her chest, her face heats up as if it is about to burst. She kept pulling the dress down her thighs as if she was anxious, but the length of the dress was still above her thighs because of her short and plump breasts.

 

He sits down, turns on his computer, and concentrates on his work, but he can't get his work done because he hears all the chatter of his employees as if they were talking about him, and he feels like everyone is watching him.

 

"Miss Jin, look at me for a minute."

 

The team leader calls Seo Jin-ah through the partition. She gets up from her seat and goes to the team leader's seat, cautiously lest her underwear be visible because of the short dress.

 

"What's the matter, Captain?"

 

The team leader slowly glances up and down at Seo Jin-ah standing in front of him. And his gaze is fixed on her chest.

 

"Team leader.... Sir?"

 

Jin-ah, who was burdened by the blatant gaze of the middle-aged team leader, calls the team leader once again.

 

"Big... Ahem.... Jina-san. Even though today is a casual day, please be careful. This is my workplace."

 

She was instructed to dress modestly, but as she spoke, she felt an unpleasant sensation as if an insect was passing through her body because of the insidious gaze of the team leader.

 

"Uh-huh... I'm sorry. Captain."

 

Because of the insidious gazes of the male employees and the team leader openly scanning her body, Jina held back tears of shame and returned to her seat. When I went outside in high school wearing a tight T-shirt, the trauma I experienced because of the sticky stares of men on the subway came flooding back to me.

 

Whether she did or not, the team leader's eyes were fixed on her until she returned to her seat. And his thing was erect for the first time in a long time, and he was pitching a big tent.

 

'Have I ever stood so stiff?'

 

The head of the tax team kept a lustful eye on Seo Jin-ah, who was sitting in her seat with a long-forgotten sense.

 

Lee Hyun Woo, who was watching her go to work from a distance, also had his erect. This is because Seo Jin-ah's fashion, which is usually unimaginable, is her own work that she ordered just a few days ago.

 

* * *

 

Hyun Woo, who signed an employment contract with Seo Jin Ah through the work system, called Jin Ah by messenger the next day.

 

"This... Mr. Lee.... What's going on?"

 

Seo Jin-ah, who always worked in the company with a smile, stares at him with extreme wariness.

 

"I'd like to talk to you for a minute."

 

"I... I don't have anything to say to you."

 

To Hyunwoo, who is smirking as if nothing had happened, Seo Jin-ah speaks in the most decisive voice she can. However, Hyun-woo feels even more strange aspirations due to Jin-ah's clumsy attitude.

 

"Oho... Okay? Didn't you forget last Friday's hot hour?"

 

"This... Mr. Lee! If you tell me about it one more time, I'll report you for sexual harassment!"

 

Remembering the day she was semi-forcibly robbed by Lee Hyun Woo in the consumable warehouse, Seo Jin Ah's face flushed with anger and shame.

 

"Jin-ah, did I sexually harass you?"

 

"So what's that?"

 

Before Jin-ah can finish speaking, Hyun-woo picks up his smartphone and plays the video he recorded.

 

-Oh boy.... Aang.... Ahh Do more.. -

 

- What do you want me to do? When you ask for a favor, you have to be precise. -

 

-More... Please put more that... It-

 

- What is it? -

 

- Ugh.. Black.... That... That's it -

 

- Deputy's that ... He... Sleep! -

 

- Ahhh Ahh Ahhhhhh -

 

In the video that Hyun Woo executed, Seo Jin Ah, who couldn't keep her mind awake due to a series of insertions and climaxes, was being in in a consumable warehouse.

 

The day she was raped by Hyunwoo, Jin-ah couldn't remember much from the moment she went more than 10 times. But I can't believe he had a conversation like that.

 

'I... Did I beg you like that?'

 

Since she didn't usually use any vulgar words, the fact that she pleaded with Hyunwoo with the vulgar word came as more shocking than the sex videos she was filmed with.

 

"Is this sexual harassment? Jin-ah Seo?"

 

“....”

 

Jin-ah glares at Hyun-woo, biting her bottom lip to the point of bleeding, but sadly realizes that she has no objection.

 

Of course, if Seo Jin Ah had thought a little calmer, she would have known that a sex video secretly filmed without her consent would not prove Hyun Woo's innocence. However, although she was not willing, it was difficult for her to think normally due to the disillusionment she felt with herself with a man other than her husband.

 

And even now, the work system continued to amplify her libido. Her body, which was hot just by looking at Hyunwoo's face, was also a factor that prevented her from thinking normally.

 

"Now, can we take that silence as a sign of acceptance? Oh, and Miss Jin, now we need to talk about our employment contract, right?"

 

When Seo Jin Ah is embarrassed after showing her the recorded video, Hyun Woo naturally mentions the employment contract that was signed using [Employment Contract]. He, too, is a little nervous because he doesn't know how Seo Jin-ah will react to the employment contract.

 

"Twice a month, non-work-related meetings on request. The date of the execution will be arranged in advance by mutual agreement. I'm well aware of that. Mr. Lee."

 

Hyunwoo is embarrassed by her natural answer, as if she were talking about work.

 

"Oho? You're well informed. Then, please make a reservation for one night at the Walk Wheel Hotel next Friday. By the way, you'll have to keep your time clear for the evening."

 

"Yes, I see. I'll make a reservation at the Walkwheel Hotel next Friday."

 

Hotel reservations that have nothing to do with work. And the evening time spent alone. To my surprise, she had dismissed the employment contract, "private gatherings," as work at work. The work system, like the terms of the employment contract, had changed her common sense.