Chapter 102: What a complete pervert.

Chapter 102: 102: What a complete pervert.

Finding Managing Director Choi Doha had been half coincidence.

If I had not noticed that the wind around me sounded identical to the wind over the phone...

Or that a nearby older man was speaking in a voice remarkably similar to the one in my receiver, I probably would not have realized.

Of course, if we had arranged a meeting, I would have discovered his identity eventually.

"...Remarkable. Truly remarkable."

We sat on a nearby bench. Managing Director Choi looked me over from head to toe, genuinely astonished.

"...Do you smoke?"

"No, sir."

"Then allow me."

He placed a cigarette between his lips. I quickly lit it for him.

Somewhere, I had heard that even a nonsmoker should carry a lighter for moments like this, so I had prepared one.

"You have the basic sense expected of an employee."

"Haha..."

I had considered asserting myself as MonsterCam Guy.

But we were at the company, so I decided to remain deferential for the moment.

I could see how he behaved and adjust afterward.

He blew out a stream of smoke and met my eyes.

"This is the first time I’ve had a proper conversation with you."

"I also have complicated feelings about speaking with you under these circumstances."

"It’s all right. You heard everything yesterday, didn’t you? You know my problem, and I know your situation. There’s little point hiding anything now."

"If anything, I’m relieved that we can discuss it openly."

"Yes. Relieved. Perhaps this is for the best."

He sent smoke toward the sky, then looked back at me.

"Does the CEO know?"

"Know what?"

"That you’re MonsterCam Guy."

"The CEO was the first person to contact MonsterCam Guy."

"Ha... Is that so? Then she and I are alike."

"Apparently."

He gave a disbelieving laugh.

I found it strange too. How did every person I met through an anonymous MonsterCam account somehow belong to my company?

At this point, it was difficult to explain unless someone was deliberately arranging it.

"To the point."

He tapped ash into the receptacle beside the bench.

"As I said on the phone, my second wife..."

"You want me to fuck her?"

His eyebrows twitched at my blunt question.

I knew it was disrespectful. I had chosen the wording deliberately.

If he could not tolerate even that, then cuckolding play was impossible from the start.

"...Yes."

"As far as I’m concerned, a new woman is always welcome."

"From that answer, I gather the CEO is not the only woman you meet."

Sharp old man.

"I have no intention of prying into your private life. What matters is whether you can create the scene I want."

"The scene you want?"

Without looking into his mind, I could not know exactly what picture he imagined.

But surely it was simply his wife being humiliated before him.

"I don’t think I’d be satisfied if my wife and I agreed, ’We’ll now have sex with another man,’ and afterward announced, ’We’re finished.’"

"Hmm... I see."

"Nor would it be desirable for her to have an affair freely somewhere beyond my knowledge. Do you understand?"

"..."

What exactly did he expect me to do?

Managing Director Choi continued circling the subject in vague language.

Was he incapable of speaking directly? Or did he not understand his own desire?

Either way, I needed to identify the wish he was hiding.

Think.

He feared his wife having an affair, yet allowed her to sleep with me—as long as it remained under his control.

But simply watching consensual sex would not satisfy him. The act itself was not the whole fantasy.

I let his circular explanation pass through one ear while I thought.

Then I understood.

Because his first wife had cheated, he did not genuinely want his current wife to betray him.

But his kink was netorare.

He wanted to satisfy that kink while secretly hoping she would never give another man her heart.

In other words, what he truly wanted was to witness the moral purity of a wife who was physically unfaithful.

That was the only way he could quiet the fear that his inability to satisfy her body would one day make her abandon him.

"...Do you understand now?"

I snapped back to find him looking at me.

I grinned.

"Yes. I understand what you want."

"I’m glad you’re quick."

Perhaps all he wanted was for someone to understand him.

I did. Entirely.

Whether events would unfold exactly as he wished was another matter.

"Then, Managing Director Choi."

I voiced the idea that had come to me without hesitation.

"Are you any good at acting?"

***

Managing Director Choi’s apartment was in a luxury district across the main bridge.

The complex was luxurious enough that its name alone would make people look twice.

Surprisingly, it was not a high-rise. It seemed to have fewer than ten floors—the opposite style from Celeste’s home.

"Get out here."

"Here?"

"They provide valet parking."

We stepped from his imported car. An employee appeared as though waiting and took the keys.

How did anyone drive a car that expensive without shaking? I would probably ram it into the nearest wall just out of nervousness.

"This way."

I followed him into the elevator. Naturally, a residence this exclusive used a call-controlled system.

"As we discussed, from this moment you are the CEO of an investment company."

"Understood."

I nodded.

What situation would fit his desire—one in which his wife surrendered her body without surrendering her heart?

Perhaps a circumstance that forced her to comply against her will.

With that in mind, I had proposed a scenario.

I would play the CEO of an investment firm, demanding his wife’s body as a condition of funding.

With a setting like that, perhaps we could deceive her convincingly.

"I’ll explain the situation to my wife. You only need to support the story."

"You’ve prepared thoroughly."

"...I’ve imagined something similar for a long time."

What a complete pervert.

Thinking that, I reviewed the plan.

One concern remained: his wife had no idea what was about to happen.

For her, this would not be role-play performed by mutual agreement. It would be real.

She did not know her husband’s kink or the scheme behind the evening.

I had suggested telling her in advance, but Managing Director Choi refused that one point firmly.

He said it was the only way to learn her true feelings.

He needed to know whether, even sexually frustrated, she continued to love him.

The elevator chimed and the doors opened.

"Here."

I followed him out, and he pressed the bell.

"Yes?"

A young woman’s voice answered. The door opened a moment later.

"Ah, honey... Hm?"

His wife’s eyes fixed on me.

Mine fixed on her chest.

Fuck. They were enormous.

I licked my lips. Managing Director Choi watched with a meaningful look.