## Chapter 119 – Affairs Are Pure Love
I still wondered why Yujeong was acting like this, but whatever the reason, it was working out well for me. After Miyeon caught Yujeong in her submissive state last time, I’d been contemplating whether I should threaten, rape, and brainwash Miyeon to add her to my collection, just in case.
But seeing Yujeong, the school’s top authority and the lowest-level slave to my dick, getting completely dominated, I thankfully didn’t think I needed to go that far with Miyeon.
Unable to withstand Yujeong’s logical nagging, Miyeon abruptly hung up. Yujeong, without any hesitation, was about to call Miyeon again when she noticed me staring at her. She grinned sheepishly and bumped her head against my chest.
For a moment, I was quite surprised, thinking she was headbutting me…
And it kinda hurt.
“I’m sorry, darling. I have to go.”
“…You don’t need to be sorry. Just get lost. I can’t do any more for you.”
“Oh my, how cold. But you know, I know everything, okay?”
“All you need to know is that you have to take the morning-after pill within 48 hours.”
“Tsu? Tsu…? Ah, right. Tsundere. So, you’re being tsundere to me right now, aren’t you? That’s a word young people use a lot these days. I know it all. I’m not some outdated old lady.”
“What are you talking about? Get your hand off my dick! Stop shaking it!”
“Ooh-hoo-hoo, so this is it. Being tsu-tsu. Even if you pretend you’re not with it standing up so hard, it’s not very convincing, darling.”
“……”
I can’t win against her with words. I think I now know where Yujin’s outrageous self-centeredness comes from.
“Auntie…”
“You always call me ‘Auntie’ at the drop of a hat, hit my chest all the time, and spew nasty words at me that I, as an educator, can’t even bring myself to say. But, even though I’m a clueless old lady like you say, I know everything.”
“…Know what?”
Yujeong smiled brightly and hugged me. With her entire body weight on me, she tilted her head up and whispered to me.
“That you actually love me, very, very much. As proof… here, look.”
Yujeong grabbed my wrist and forcibly made my fingers touch her pussy. A sticky, hot sensation. It’s mine, but it doesn’t feel good.
But Yujeong seemed to like it, as she chattered with a flushed face and a happy voice.
“Here, it’s here. The proof that you love me. It’s full, full of it.”
“We’re having an affair, Yujeong.”
“I know! That’s why I’m not asking you to marry me anymore! You, you, you! You, son of a bitch! You son of a bitch! Do you know how much I’m holding back from wanting to stab you to death with a knife? Do you know, you bastarddddddd!”
Yujeong, who had been smiling sweetly, suddenly started hitting the steering wheel and dashboard with her fists, screaming.
What, what the hell…? Bipolar disorder? Menopause?
I was shocked by Yujeong’s rough language, which I’d never heard before, the same woman who always lectured students to use only kind and virtuous words, and by her expression, which completely revealed her raw emotions in front of me.
So, I immediately tensed up, expecting Yujeong to pounce on me or do something equally crazy, but nothing like that happened.
Yujeong stopped talking as abruptly as she had started cursing. Then, she lowered her head and remained silent for a long time.
In the meantime, the strength in Yujeong’s hand, which was holding my wrist, gradually increased. As if wanting to inflict pain on me, Yujeong stabbed my thigh with the nails of her other hand.
Just when I thought I was going to bleed, Yujeong suddenly released her grip and, with a smiling face again, lifted her head and chattered.
“Darling, do you know? The kings and queens of the past were just like us. In fact, kings didn’t love their queens. They were forced to marry queens due to political interests, but the kings’ true love was directed towards their mistresses. Just like us, a couple having an affair who love each other. Oh, how embarrassing. I said I love you. Ooh-hee-hee.”
“Auntie, no, Yujeong-ssi. Please get a grip— Ugh!”
Yujeong, who had been gently caressing my dick even while she was cursing at me, grabbed my testicles tightly.
Yujeong and the twins, why do all the females in this world like grabbing my testicles so much? They’re going to break, really.
“So, you’re saying you’re not? You’re saying you don’t love me? Then, then… the fruit you filled my womb with. This, which will soon become our lovely baby. Is it actually, just like with Yujin, not a product of love, but just a byproduct of lust carelessly splattered by a rapist who raped me? Huh? Tell me.”
Squeeeeeze!
“Ughhh!”
Yujeong spewed words at me like a machine gun and then fell silent again. And again, she lowered her head, avoiding my eyes.
Because of that, I had to lower the hand I had raised high to slap Yujeong’s cheek. I had no choice.
Yujeong was crying. And, unbelievably, Yujeong now… was in her right mind.
She wasn’t drunk like last time, nor was she high on drugs, nor was she in a state where her brain was broken from being obsessed with my dick when she was spewing these actions and words at me.
Yujeong was more serious and in her right mind now than when she was wearing a suit at school and lecturing students, or when she was welcoming parents and preaching the right educational theories, or even now, not long after she had taken off her clothes in the car and hugged a male student naked, and had her explicit outdoor sex exposed to that male student’s parent.
But I instantly sensed that just as a small crack can collapse a huge dam, my one small word could completely collapse Yujeong’s entire system of reason.
“I’ve lived my life thinking that two men are enough in my life. I suddenly told him I was getting married without even properly receiving a confession, my first love, whom I only had a brief fling with before breaking up. And my ex-husband. …My ex-husband who raped me. The man who is also the father of my lovely daughter.”
Yujin’s eyes became hazy as if she was reminiscing about the past.
“Watching the child of a rapist grow in my belly, waiting for that man’s seed to swell up in my belly… was horrifying. I comforted myself that things would be different after giving birth, that I would be able to love him… but that wasn’t the case either. It was still horrifying. I wanted to kill him.
…Before I knew it, I was trying to throw Yujin out the window? Funny, isn’t it? The director trying to kill a newborn baby. Trying to die with a newborn baby.
But, but, every time I did that, that child called out to me.
‘Mommy, Mommy,’ she said.
Every time, I made a resolution. To live as a mother in this life. To live only as Mother Yujeong, not as Woman Yujeong.
To become a mother that Yujin wouldn’t be ashamed of, not the bad mother who once tried to kill Yujin, but a mother that Yujin would be more proud of than any other mother in this world.
Thanks to desperately trying, I was able to live like that until recently. There were many difficult things, and sometimes it was so painful that it was hard to bear, but I endured it because I was Yujin’s mother.
But… you appeared. And you showed me that I was still a woman, just a pathetic old lady who couldn’t control her long-accumulated sexual desires.
But you only ate my body deliciously and then threw me away like trash. I allowed you so many things that I only allowed you, but you treated me like a slut. And then you went to another young woman, even my daughter.
…Do you understand? I can’t even be a mother anymore. So, you have to love me. You have to love me.
I was raped by my ex-husband, got pregnant, resolved never to let that happen again, and worked hard for a long time to become the director, but again, I was raped again, even by you, who is much younger than me and no different from a kid to me. But that the rapist doesn’t even love me, that I’m pregnant again with the child of a man who doesn’t love me… that, that, that… is too cruel, isn’t it? If you have a human heart, you’ll think so too, right? So, tell me.”
Yujeong turned her head, glared at me, and said as if spitting out the words.
“That you love me. Just three words.”
I was planning to roughly resolve and move on from the situation with violence and coercion, as I had done before, so I was about to say, “I don’t love you.”
But when I thought about those words in my mind without saying them out loud—
A very realistic image of Yujeong stabbing me to death with a kitchen knife, stabbing her swollen belly with that knife covered in my blood, and then stabbing her own neck after her belly to make sure she committed suicide flashed through my mind, so I didn’t do it.
No, I couldn’t.
What I just imagined wasn’t a delusion. It was a future that would happen in front of me if I chose the wrong option.
Perhaps in some world, I chose that option and am now being stabbed to death by Yujeong’s knife.
So, the words I have to say are decided.
To tell the crying Yujeong, [Yes, Yujeong. Of course, I love you too.]
It’s not a difficult thing at all.
It’s just a matter of moving my lips and telling a lie.
With that one short word, Yujeong will no longer pester me to marry her, and she will do anything for me if it’s what I want. Even if it’s illegal, she will follow my orders.
If Yujeong asks me for money, she will borrow money from loan sharks to lend it to me, and if I ask her to take care of my sexual desires, she will lower her skirt and lift her butt towards me, no matter when or where she is.
S-class in administrative work.
S-class in handling sexual desires, but there’s no fear of her betraying me, and all she asks of me in return for helping me is a ‘lie’ that I love her. It’s like the best underling with the best cost-effectiveness is coming under my dick.
So, there’s no reason not to say it.
That lie.
The words that I love her.
I turned my head and looked at Yujeong. Her face is still tearful and pitiful.
I recalled the time I spent with Yujeong, the memories we shared together.
As befitting a couple having an affair, over 90% of it was sex. Other than that, it was the times I treated Yujeong badly. There were no romantic memories at all.
The memories of us that Yujeong remembers will probably be no different from mine.
So, Yujeong probably knows it too.
That even if I tell her that I love her, it’s just a lie.
But even so, Yujeong was hoping for my lie.
In order to ignore the terrible truth that she had been traumatized by being raped by her ex-husband and had been suffering for a long time while raising Yujin, and that she had been raped again by me, Yujeong was desperately hoping for my sweet lie.
After a long silence, I finally opened my mouth.
“Yujeong, I…”
Yujeong turned her head and showed me her sadly smiling face.
“I don’t love you.”
