Side Story. Mr. Kang Joo-hyuk’s Family Affairs (17)

Dinner, faced after a hurried cleanup.

It wasn’t exactly a feast, but with shabu-shabu as the main dish, accompanied by sashimi, sake, and various other odds and ends, it looked appetizing enough to eat.

Even seeing the slightly suspicious combination of two women and one man, the server didn’t lose their smile once while setting up and clearing the table, and we filled our moderately hungry stomachs with protein and alcohol before sprawling out lazily in the room where only the three of us remained.

…I ate way too much.

I feel like I’ll get indigestion if we do it right away.

“Brother-in-law.”

“…Let’s digest a bit first.”

“…I was just about to say that.”

Likewise, Ye-eun, whose stomach was also full, stealthily crawled over next to me and lay down, resting her head on my arm.

Soo-ah, lying on the bed and looking down at the scene, was pondering something deeply before suddenly turning her back sharply.

“…Why don’t you come down too, Soo-ah unnie?”

“Forget it. …The floor’s hard.”

Soo-ah muttered in a tone that sounded a little sulky for some reason.

Since the atmosphere didn’t seem particularly good, I removed my arm from under her head, stood up, and slowly climbed onto the bed.

“…”.

Wondering if she might be upset, I carefully hugged her from behind, and Soo-ah didn’t particularly reject me or anything.

Instead, she silently placed her palm on the back of my hand and just breathed softly.

…What is this all about?

I understood everything about her body, but when it came to her mind, there were still many points of uncertainty.

Why was she acting like this suddenly, when she was so active just a moment ago?

“…Joo-hyuk oppa.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m realizing anew… Seo Jia is incredibly beautiful.”

“…?”

“…Just. That’s all.”

…Ah.

Was that what she meant?

Just as the picture was starting to form, Jia, who had been lying on the tatami after I removed my arm, suddenly sat up.

“What are you two talking about?”

“Ah, nothing-“

“Soo-ah said you’re pretty.”

“…? What?”

“President…!”

Betraying Soo-ah, who was trying to brush off even Jia’s simple question casually, I reported every last bit of what Soo-ah had mumbled.

Jia, brushing her hair back as she tried to climb onto the bed, tilted her head in confusion upon hearing that, while Soo-ah, held tightly by me, protested angrily and covered her face with her hands.

“What? You said it yourself.”

“Just, shut up…!”

“…?”

…Honestly, what was she so embarrassed about.

Who in Korea doesn’t know that Seo Jia is pretty?

Even Haeun was practically living as a bundle of inferiority complex because of her own sister.

“Wait, President-nim! Why are you suddenly touching my breasts…!”

“Why? …Because I like it, that’s why I’m touching them.”

“…”.

As long as one is human, it’s inevitable to feel inferior when meeting a same-sex person more attractive than oneself.

I’ve often experienced times in the past when such feelings would suddenly surge up, even if I didn’t think much of it normally.

But resolving such unpleasant feelings wasn’t a particularly difficult task.

…Physical contact with someone of the opposite sex you like is a cure-all.

Even though they’re quite small compared to Jia’s, they’re soft when touched, arousing, and produce milk, which isn’t really any different, is it?

“Loosen the waist tie a bit. Let me put my hand in.”

“Wait a moment! Ye-eun is watching from behind…!”

“Weren’t you doing it before?”

“That was different…”

Right before dinner, despite the fact that we had engaged in oral sex while half-naked, she kept talking nonsense, so I forcefully untied Soo-ah’s waist tie and pushed my hand between her loosened yukata.

Whether it was embarrassment from her true intentions seeming revealed or just uncharacteristic shyness, Soo-ah resisted quite fiercely.

“…”.

Only after seeing Ye-eun, who had been quietly watching us, leave the room silently did Soo-ah finally stop resisting and obediently yield her body to me.

…Really, such an unnecessarily honest woman.

She somehow managed not to get caught by her parents about who the father of the child is.

“Haaah…”

Now, alone in the room with just the two of us, I caressed her feminine parts without adding any words.

Breasts small enough to be covered entirely with one hand, unlike Jia’s.

A pussy neatly groomed smooth, just like Jia’s.

A round, full belly, filled up just now, just like Jia’s.

While tenderly stroking her soft, supple body, I pressed my erect penis firmly against her yukata.

“Soo-ah.”

“…Yes.”

“Jia is pretty, isn’t she? Not just ‘relatively’ pretty, she was just an openly popular celebrity.”

“…Right.”

“And her breasts are big too. …She looks fucking lewd. Fuck. I wonder how much people masturbated looking at her.”

“……President?”

And then, deliberately uttering vulgar words as I roughly hugged Soo-ah, she turned her head, startled by the unexpected words, and stared intently at me.

Looking at Soo-ah, who lacked childishness but still retained the fresh innocence unique to a college student, I showed the world’s most evil smile.

…And then.

“…But do you know that’s true for you too?”

“……”

“Don’t stay silent. …The whole world knows you retired after getting pregnant while doing internet broadcasts. You’ve seen how many fanfics people wrote about you.”

“…I don’t know.”

Even if not as much as Seo Jia,

I made sure to remind her, again and again, that Soo-ah was also a source for masturbation for countless people.

…It might not have been good for her,

it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing right now.

Besides,

Hwang Soo-ah is a perverted bitch who still posts sexual content on her private account.

“Don’t know? …Hundreds of malicious comments were posted saying she’d get fucked like a dog by her boyfriend and then pretend nothing happened when she went live later.”

“…”

“How horny you must have been for people to risk lawsuits and post all sorts of sexual harassment. …Then again, it’s rare to find a girl as pretty as you who likes games, baseball, and dirty things.”

“…Are you praising me, or teasing me?”

But no matter how much I tried to praise Soo-ah, I couldn’t surpass a girl idol who had been somewhat popular globally.

It’s the same as me not being able to make it to the majors, even if I had pitched consistently well without injuring my shoulder.

What can’t be done, can’t be done, and even if you don’t want to distinguish, there’s always a hierarchy between people.

“I’m praising you.”

“Where do you see that?”

“I’m saying indirectly that you’re fucking hot.”

“How is that indirect speech…?”

“Well, in my own way. …I always liked being with my fans.”

“…”

…Fans don’t just gather around the most outstanding person.

Even a player like me, who shone for just a year and disappeared without winning Rookie of the Year, had fans.

Like her, who is now in my arms.

“…Sex with you, sex with Jia, sex with Haeun or Hinami. They’re all different, to me.”

“……”

“Setting aside which is better or anything… they’re just different. …You knew me when I was a baseball player.”

“…Didn’t Haeun unnie know me too?”

“She hated me back then. …That part is hot.”

“…What about me?”

“You liked me, even back then.”

“…”

A love-hate relationship stemming from a desire for revenge.

Obedience sprouted from fear and dread.

Unlike love born from pleasure and transgression,

Soo-ah had always liked me.

Not as a romantic interest, but simply as her favorite player on her favorite team.

She had liked me since long ago,

and still does now.

…Sometimes looking at me with a disappointed expression when their team makes a comeback while watching baseball.

“…Soo-ah.”

“Why?”

“Should I give you an autograph? Even though my shoulder is ruined, I can still lift you and give you an autograph.”

“No thanks. …It’s not very exciting to get an autograph from someone who retired ages ago.”

“Don’t be like that, it’s disappointing. I’ll give you one. Take off your clothes.”

“Why do I need to take off my clothes to get an autograph?”

“There’s no paper. …And no uniform, so I’ll do it here.”

In the first place, a perfect person doesn’t exist.

There are probably abundant men taller than me, with bigger dicks, and better at sex if you searched the whole world, and numerous men enjoying debauched lives with women superior to my wives.

But… why does that matter?

It’s much more important and precious that the woman held in my arms right now wants my autograph.

“Eugh, it tickles…”

“Bear with it.”

I forcefully removed her yukata and scribbled an autograph on her exposed back with a red pen.

But maybe because it was full of sweat, the autograph I’d carefully inscribed soon smudged.

Well, can’t be helped.

I’ll just have to leave an indelible autograph somewhere deeper later.

“I haven’t digested it all yet, but shall we do it after resting 20 more minutes?”

“……Yes.”

But Soo-ah, unaware that the autograph had smudged, stroked her own back tenderly with a complex, subtle expression.

…Whether that was the expression of a fan happy to receive an autograph from her favorite player,

Or the complicated feelings of a fan realizing her once-favorite player was this kind of piece of shit, I don’t know, but

Well, if she really hated it, this relationship wouldn’t have happened.

Because she was my fan, she gave me her first time even knowing I already had women.

“But why are you acting like this suddenly today? Seo Jia being pretty isn’t a new thing.”

“Ah…, that’s. Uh…”

“What is it?”

“…Thinking about it, Jia, Haeun unnie, Hinami… they all… they did it that way.”

“What?”

“The first time, I properly did it with Joo-hyuk… oppa, but… only I… did it with a dildo…, so…”

“…”

“……That, since only I… didn’t have my virgin…ity… I thought it couldn’t be helped… if you were a little neglectful… towards me…”

“…”

…This kind of

She probably wouldn’t have had such ridiculous worries.

“The other… day, when you were caught… masturbating alone. You really… hated it. Oppa…, Ah, Kyaak…!”

…Forget it.

I was planning to do it after digesting a bit.

Even though Ye-eun went out of her way to leave the room.

I didn’t expect her to take advantage of that and seduce me like this.

…Really,

Fucking perverted bitch.