Extra. Mr. Kang Joo-hyuk’s Family Affairs (4)

Dragging my stiff body, I get into the car.

I was already tired to the limit since morning.

Well, it’s only natural since I came four times before I even fully woke up.

I feel like I wouldn’t be surprised if I died soon like this.

Even for me, I don’t have any desire to die from over-exertion, so I need to take better care of myself.

…If I die, it’s the end for me, but it’s not the end for my wives, you know.

Now, if we don’t have each other, everyone will become a loner.

It’s the same for my wives, but the human relationships left for me were truly faint.

Of course, there are many acquaintances like colleagues, seniors, juniors, and Coach-nim whom I maintain decent relationships with.

However, I don’t have anyone I can call a ‘friend,’ so ever since they got pregnant, I’ve only spent time with my wives.

If someone called out to go drinking first, they’d all come running, but I only have relationships where the other party doesn’t proactively suggest drinking.

There was at least one senior-nim who used to call me out first… but because I have karma I’ve built up with that guy, I’m reluctant to meet him.

…If we met and drank, I’d inevitably complain while talking about Soo-ah, wouldn’t I?

No matter how thick-skinned I am, I don’t particularly want to hear that.

So, it means my life is completely filled with them.

That was the price for filling their lives entirely with me, and,

To be honest, it wasn’t particularly bad.

Rather than eating and drinking with acquaintances I’m not even close to,

It was a hundred times, a thousand times better to be fooling around with my beloved wives, even if it was just over a glass of water.

True to being a henpecked husband, I drove while thinking only of my wives, and soon a large supermarket came into view.

I parked the car, got a cart, put in diapers and formula first, and then wandered the store aimlessly.

Basically, there are many people at home, so I have to shop every few days.

Me, Haeun-i, Hinami, Ye-eun-i, Haeun-i’s son Siwoo, Ye-eun-i’s daughter Jiwoo, and Hinami’s daughter Yuna-that makes 7 people.

It’s truly a big family, unlike any other.

I heard the person living downstairs is selling the house soon, maybe it wouldn’t be bad if Hinami bought it and we lived separately on the 3rd floor.

It might be okay now since the children are young, but once they grow up, they’re bound to feel something’s strange.

Like seeing the person who looks like their dad getting suspiciously close with another aunt, things like that.

…And eventually, Ye-eun-i’s daughter, who is currently under Haeun-i’s name on the family registry, will have to be told who her real mother is.

Sex, and this twisted relationship too.

It felt good when I did it, but cleaning up the mess is always burdensome.

Well, no matter how tired my body is or how much my head hurts, I don’t regret it.

Even if a god appeared and whispered that they’d send me back to when I was 20, I’m confident I’d refuse outright.

No matter how successful I became as a baseball player, I’d just live somewhat recklessly, get old, marry normally, and that’s it, right?

Like a retired idol who got old, or a cheerleader from the same team, or maybe just a pretty ordinary civilian.

…Compared to that wholesome life, this damn flashy life is more my style.

It seems I’m the kind of guy who can’t be satisfied with just one woman.

The reason I can love them all without lacking right now is because having multiple people means there’s no boredom, right?

Thinking about it now, I see why I changed sexual partners so often during my playing days.

It was almost 100% of the time that they broke up with me first, and honestly, after dating for a few months, my attitude probably got boring, so the women ended up contacting me less.

Well… there weren’t any women I had enough lingering feelings for to try and hold onto.

Who was the one I put the most effort into, though?

Ah, right. That cheerleader-

“…Huh?”

…And.

I ran into her completely by chance.

But,

What was her name again, this woman.

I remember she had the same last name as me, Kang.

Is she still working as a cheerleader?

Since it’s near the home stadium, maybe it’s not really a coincidence…

“…”

As I was thinking to myself, the other person clearly seemed to recognize me too.

She stopped walking and glared at me, frowning.

But neither of us opened our mouths.

…Well, because there was another man next to her.

A man who looked young, no, practically a kid, still looking fresh.

…Like,

Seeing myself right after I graduated and debuted.

“…Who is it, Noona?”

“Huh? Oh… No. It’s just, he looks like someone I know.”

That guy, who looks like he just graduated high school, is probably a rookie.

I don’t know if he’s a baseball player, soccer player, or volleyball player, but…

His height is similar to mine, and though his build is still slender, he looks like the type who’d bulk up quickly with a little training.

He looks… like a kid.

…That woman’s taste hasn’t changed, huh.

That was exactly what I was like back then.

“Who…? Ah. That person…”

I almost burst out laughing for no reason, so I quickly averted my gaze and walked past the two of them.

We didn’t break up badly, but we weren’t exactly on talking terms either.

We never dated in the first place.

We just slept together a few times back then.

The reason she remains in my memory is because she was the last woman I met before reuniting with Haeun.

…If my shoulder hadn’t given out back then, would I have continued dating her?

I don’t know.

Whether I got tired of her first, or she got tired of me first.

Tall, not busty but slender, with a pretty decent pelvis.

The first woman I ever met felt like that, and the woman I just ran into had a similar vibe and was the closest to my ideal type, Noona.

…But looking at her face now, I felt nothing special.

Objectively, I thought ‘she’s pretty,’ but I didn’t feel ‘she’s attractive’ at all.

It’s not just because I’ve met women before, because even now, I feel the emotion of ‘fluttering excitement’ every time I see my wives.

In the end, it means my tastes have changed.

Or perhaps, it means I myself have changed.

The me from a few years ago and the me now are completely different people.

The thrill of hearing the silence of the away fans in an unpopular team has disappeared,

and the sacrificial spirit of pouring my body into the game, lost in the thrill of being an underdog, is long gone.

The young baseball player who liked tall, slender women has somehow become a married man, a crazy pervert obsessed with breasts.

…And despite that, he’s a strange man who gets excited every day by his short and delicate wives.

Looking at myself from an objective perspective, it’s truly bizarre.

But. I don’t dislike this version of myself.

I might not be cool, but I’m fun, aren’t I?

You wouldn’t find a guy like this anywhere, no matter how much you searched.

Discussing ‘love’ or ‘pure love’ while seeing four women-how ridiculous.

…But the fact that the person involved genuinely believes it is even funnier.

Ah,

What a funny life.

To others, it probably looks,

damn flashy.

**

Where will the end of this funny life be?

Will Jiwoo, upon growing older and realizing the secret of her birth, try to get revenge on her father?

Or will one of my wives, tired of this relationship, try to stab me with a knife?

Or perhaps one of their fans will realize the whole truth and commit a crime out of resentment?

Well, I was confident I could accept any ending.

…As long as I don’t die.

People don’t die as easily as you’d think.

Even if a man who dedicated his life to being a pitcher breaks his shoulder, there are ways to live.

Even if someone with genuine murderous intent stabs you in the gut with a knife, you can survive.

So…

Instead of worrying about the future, I should live in the present, the present.

“…Brother-in-law?”

“I’m back.”

“What is it. Why are you here…”

“I went grocery shopping, and just because. I wanted to see your face, so I thought I’d put it here.”

Carrying the shopping bags in both hands, I barged into Ye-eun-i’s house.

Anyway, whether I put it here or downstairs, it’s the same putting it in the fridge, so there’s no real difference.

Besides, I showered the downstairs residents with love this morning, so I thought it was only fair to show Ye-eun-i love too.

…Well, it’s also because I just wanted to see Ye-eun-i.

The cheerleader I ran into earlier had a strange resemblance to Ye-eun-i in vibe.

Their faces and body types were completely different, but their heights were similar.

“What are you talking about- Ah. Wait a moment…”

I quickly shoved the items that would melt badly into the freezer, then threw off my shirt and hugged her, who was in her pajamas.

…She probably never imagined I’d come over. Seeing her dressed so casually.

Yet when she calls me over herself, she always tries to seduce me dressed in something sexy disguised as loungewear.

My sister-in-law really has a cute side.

Sometimes she’s fierce, which makes her even more delicious.

“Let go, Brother-in-law. I need to wash up first…”

“Let’s wash together. …You must be tired from taking care of the kids all morning.”

“Okay, okay, just…!”

Pretending to act spoiled, I stumbled around with her like we were doing a clumsy waltz.

Our sister-in-law, flustered by the unexpected display of affection, pushed away my face as I tried to kiss her greedily and looked utterly horrified.

Our sister-in-law must not have imagined her brother-in-law acting like this all of a sudden either.

Then again, considering what I’ve done so far, it is a bit strange.

Normally, it would be more like me to secretly send a message telling her to wait dressed in something lewd.

But right now, I wanted to have casual sex without any of that.

“Haa…. Why are you acting like this all of a sudden, Brother-in-law…”

“Just because. I wanted to see your face.”

“…”

“Well, that’s half the reason. …I ran into a woman I used to date on the way here.”

“…What?”

“But, you’re prettier, so I didn’t feel much of anything… I came to check if it was my imagination or if you’re really pretty.”

“…How pretty?”

“…Do I really need to say it?”

…It’s in my nature, so sometimes she’s still fierce, but.

You’re incredibly cute and lovely in bed too, aren’t you?

Since I fully enjoyed the love of my other wives this morning,

I want to taste you this afternoon too.

Though if you refuse, I can’t help it.

“…Please, just say it.”

“…Of course, you’re really pretty. How can you be this beautiful even without makeup?”

“…Hey, I was an idol, even though I retired?”

“Pffft. Right.”

…You like me too, don’t you?

This funny,

contemptible man.