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In the vibrant, sun-soaked world of the elite, a stunning brunette woman emerged from a sleek, black limousine. Her graceful, statuesque figure was swathed in an ensemble that spoke of opulence and sophistication, the epitome of chic in designer clothes. Oversized, designer sunglasses shielded her captivating hazel eyes from the world's gaze. With every step, her demeanor exuded the confidence and entitlement befitting a true socialite.
She strode with purpose towards the entrance of the prestigious tennis club, an event of grandeur and extravagance sprawled before her eyes. A charity tennis match was in full swing, the rhythmic thwack of tennis balls punctuated by polite applause from the well-dressed audience. Yet, for all the glitz and glamour around her, her eyes scanned the sea of faces, searching for a particular someone, someone who appeared to elude her.
Disappointment hung in her expression as she recognized no familiar features in the crowd. With a hint of frustration, she decided to redirect her path towards the opulent restrooms. Eager to regroup and perhaps send a message to her absent acquaintance, she made her way, her high heels clicking against the polished marble floors. Meanwhile, in the restroom, two women found themselves caught in a passionate embrace. One was a radiant blonde, her wavy locks cascading down her shoulders. The other, a dark-haired beauty, surrendered to the intensity of the moment. Their lips met in an ardent kiss, and their hands began to explore new territories.
The dark-haired woman stroke the blonde’s cock, who threw her head back occasionally when she wasn’t devouring the other woman’s breasts. The blonde was almost on the verge of coming. Feeling the rush of excitement, she whispered huskily, "Come on, don't stop now. I want more." Their heated moment was about to escalate when the restroom door burst open with an unexpected force, in a moment of panic and surprise, they turned to face the unexpected visitor, their eyes wide with apprehension and curiosity.
As the restroom door swung wide open, the brunette was greeted with an expected intimate tableau, a scene that caused her features to contort with disbelief and simmering anger. The dark-haired woman, still flushed with passion, met her gaze with an expression of shock. In the blink of an eye, the blonde woman frantically donned her designer sunglasses, in an attempt to hide her red, hungover eyes. The dark-haired woman, realizing the precariousness of the situation, hastily collected her disheveled clothes, her eyes betraying a mixture of embarrassment and fear. She muttered an apology and made a hasty retreat, fleeing the restroom as quickly as her unsteady legs would allow.
Left alone with the disheveled and sunglasses-concealed blonde woman, the brunette's ire intensified. She slammed the restroom door shut with a resounding bang that echoed through the tiled chamber, leaving no room for escape. With deliberate, measured steps, she closed the distance between them, her hand poised and trembling with the promise of retribution.
Without any warning, the brunette delivered a resounding, stinging slap to the blonde woman's cheek. The force of the impact reverberated through the restroom, leaving a painful red mark in its wake. The blonde woman winced in pain, her sunglasses slipping slightly, revealing the redness in her eyes, a telltale sign of her hangover and guilt. The room was charged with tension as the two women faced each other, one seething with rage, the other flinching from the sting of the slap. Amid this emotional storm, they locked eyes, a silent confrontation that held within it the promise of a storm yet to come.
The brunette's fury still crackled in the air, but she didn't seem to care about the recent indiscretion, as though it were a tired, repeating chapter in their shared history. Instead, she cut to the heart of the matter, her hazel eyes narrowing as she questioned the blonde's whereabouts from the previous night. "Where were you last night?" she demanded, her voice cold and unwavering. She had long grown accustomed to the tumultuous, unpredictable nature of their relationship.
The blonde, still nursing the sting on her cheek, hesitated. Her silence was a fortress she had built to guard her secrets, but the brunette was not about to let her get away with it this time. In a swift, controlled motion, she cupped the blonde's jaw firmly but not violently, her fingers digging into the delicate skin. "I won't ask again," the brunette hissed through clenched teeth, her gaze unwavering. The world outside the restroom seemed to hold its breath as the seconds ticked by.
The blonde woman, her pride wounded and her hangover guilt weighing heavily on her conscience, finally murmured a reluctant confession, "I was... I was out partying last night." The words seemed to hang in the air like an unspoken accusation. The brunette's expression darkened with anger and betrayal as the reality of the blonde's actions sunk in. She seethed, her grip on the blonde's jaw tightening. The tension in the restroom reached its zenith as the brunette's fury exploded into a deafening scream. Her voice reverberated off the marble walls, the words biting and incisive.
"How many times," she thundered, her voice shaking with raw anger, "have I told you not to mess up our family’s events? How many times have I warned you about the consequences of your recklessness?" The blonde woman, her sunglasses still in place, quivered under the weight of the brunette's tirade. Her hangover and remorse seemed insignificant compared to the tempest that had descended upon her. She knew that her wife's patience was wearing thin, and her secrets had strained their marriage to its limits.
The brunette, a powerhouse within their millionaire conglomerate family, continued her tirade, her words slicing through the bathroom air. "You have no idea how many times I've had to clean up your messes, to ensure our family's reputation remains untarnished. Do you realize what it means to have the kind of influence our corporation wields over the media? Do you even care?" In her eyes, the blonde woman could see not just disappointment but a profound weariness, the exhaustion of constantly covering up her wife's scandals and protecting the family legacy. The power they held was as much a burden as a privilege, and the blonde was reminded that her actions had placed it all in jeopardy.
The brunette leaned in, her face inches from the blonde's, and her voice turned cold, bitter, and desperate. "Is this how you intend to secure your position as the heir? By constantly messing up, by threatening everything we've worked so hard to build?" Dahyun, her hangover now mixed with shame and desperation, tried to muster an excuse. Her voice trembled as she attempted to justify her actions, "Sana, you don't understand, it was just one night. I needed to let loose, to feel alive. It's not like I'm the only one who ever—"
Sana, however, was no longer willing to tolerate any justifications. Her eyes filled with a mix of anger and sorrow as she cut Dahyun off sharply, "One night? How many times have you pulled this 'one-night' nonsense? Do you even realize what this is doing to our family, to our children?" "I'm sorry, Sana, but it won't happen again," Dahyun murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she reached out to touch her wife's hand, trying to pacify her. But Sana pulled away, her patience entirely depleted.
"Sorry doesn't cut it anymore, Dahyun," Sana snapped, her voice laced with exasperation. "I cannot be the only one handling everything in this marriage. You need to step up and be a responsible partner, a responsible parent!" "Without me," Sana continued, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt, "you're nothing in this family but a spoiled pervert and a neglected brat." With one final act of exasperation, Sana shoved Dahyun's sunglasses back onto her face, obscuring the tears that threatened to spill. Her eyes, once filled with love and affection, had now hardened into a look of stern resolve. She leaned in close, her voice a cutting whisper, "You’re thirty now, Dahyun. It's time you grew up and stopped these childish actions. Our family needs more than your recklessness."
Dahyun watched in silence as her wife straightened her attire and, with a last remorseful glance, walked out of the restroom, leaving her standing there, hungover and humbled. As Dahyun walked out of the restroom, she stuck her dick back into her pants, zipped them, and adjusted her sunglasses, her conflicted emotions hidden behind the dark lenses. Her body still thrummed with the remnants of desire, but she knew that for now, she had to push those thoughts aside. Her hangover was a nagging reminder of the night before, but she couldn't indulge herself any longer. She had other responsibilities to attend to.
Sana was nowhere in sight as Dahyun emerged into the elegant, sun-drenched courtyard leading to the tennis court. Her wife had moved on, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She sighed heavily and trudged in the same direction, the consequences of her actions weighing on her shoulders. Kim Dahyun, the thirty-year-old heir to Samsung Electronics, had strayed far from the path that had been laid out for her. Neglected by her parents as their only child, she had grown into a spoiled and wayward young woman. It had made her cousins, the potential competitors in the future, into formidable threats, and she felt the pressure of her family's expectations bearing down on her.
Then, her life took an unexpected turn when she was married off to Minatozaki Sana, a woman who was the antithesis of everything Dahyun represented. Cunning, ambitious, and relentlessly calculating, Sana had been positioned as the guiding force to secure Samsung Electronics' future. She had fought tooth and nail for Dahyun to succeed, but her spouse's actions and seeming lack of ambition had made that an uphill battle.
They had three children together, a family that Dahyun was barely involved in. Her disinterest in family life had become apparent to everyone around her. She often felt like she wasn't cut out for it, that the expectations of motherhood and domesticity chafed against her very nature. But she was afraid of Sana, and she had to obey her, as she knew that without Sana's guidance, she was insignificant in the complex and ruthless world of Samsung Electronics. Dahyun, attempting to hide from her parents who were always eager to discuss the family business, made her way through the bustling spectator boxes toward the tennis court. Her parents expected her to carry the legacy forward, a responsibility she neither fully understood nor felt prepared for.
Sana, her seemingly ever-ambitious wife, sat in the prime position, her eyes fixed on the tennis match, though Dahyun knew all too well that Sana had no genuine interest in it. Instead, she was focused on the bigger picture, on securing the conglomerate's future. With an awkward, apologetic smile, Dahyun gingerly settled beside Sana, who paid her no mind. It was an age-old pattern in their tumultuous relationship, an uncomfortable silence that hung between them. Dahyun sighed, running a hand through her disheveled hair, and then took a chance. She reached for Sana's hand, her fingers intertwining with hers.
"Yah, S-Sana," she whispered, her voice laced with sincerity. "I’m sorry. I promise things will be different from now on." However, Sana remained immobile, her focus remaining firmly on the tennis match. She seemed impervious to Dahyun's words and touch, leaving Dahyun with a familiar sense of frustration. She knew that eventually, Sana would relent, as they had cycled through this toxic pattern countless times before. Their marriage was a constant tug-of-war between their emotions, power dynamics, and their shared responsibilities.
With a defeated sigh, Dahyun turned her attention to the tennis match, her gaze fixed on the players as they moved with grace and precision across the court. Sana could tell Dahyun was bored by the way she fidgeted in her seat. After a while, as she felt a glimmer of hope, she slowly let her hand slide down Sana's thigh, her fingers gently rubbing her wife's leg. Sana, caught off guard by Dahyun's boldness, froze at the unexpected touch.
Her immediate reaction to Dahyun's touch was a mix of surprise and frustration. She whispered harshly, "What the fuck, Dahyun? Not here." But Dahyun, emboldened and stubborn, didn't withdraw her hand. Instead, a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of her lips as she leaned in closer to Sana, her voice a sultry murmur, "I won't stop until you forgive me, Sana." Sana's protests died on her lips as Dahyun's words sent a shiver down her spine. She knew that trying to resist Dahyun's advances was often a futile endeavor. Their relationship was a chaotic blend of love, power, and desire, and Dahyun had a knack for pushing Sana's boundaries in the most unexpected moments.
Dahyun's hand slid further up Sana's inner thigh, and she couldn't help but suppress a gasp. She was torn between focusing on the tennis match and the tantalizing sensations Dahyun's touch was igniting in her. The spectators around them remained oblivious, engrossed in the game unfolding on the court. Sana, her patience running thin, angrily jerked Dahyun's hand away as her fingers brushed dangerously close to her underwear. She shifted her seating position abruptly, frustration etched into every line of her face. "For the love of... Dahyun, could you please stop being such a horn dog all the time?" she snapped, her tone laced with annoyance.
Dahyun frowned. “What else have I ever done with my life?” Sana, caught in the banter, was momentarily at a loss for words. She knew her wife's nature all too well, and resisting her advances was often an exercise in futility. Seizing an opportunity, Dahyun gently guided Sana's hand toward her crotch. Her voice took on a more desperate tone. "I promise, Sana, I'll behave. I'll obey you like a dog, no more messing up. And if I don't, you're free to cut my allowance off and take my cards and car keys away. You- you have my word.”
Sana gazed at Dahyun, her eyes reflecting a mixture of frustration, desire, and doubt. She knew the tempestuous nature of their relationship, and she had witnessed Dahyun's broken promises before. It left her wondering whether her wife would ever truly behave. With a heavy sigh, Sana relented, lightly rubbing Dahyun's crotch as she focused her attention back on the tennis match. Dahyun bit her lip and watched Sana's hand massage her cock through her pants. She was terrified that they would get caught but at the same time, it turned her on to have someone find out that Sana had been touching her out in the open.
Sana could already feel Dahyun's erection, stiff and insistent in her jeans. But Dahyun wanted Sana to touch the pulsating shaft, and feel the ridges of the veins in her hand. "Unzip my pants for me?" Sana rolled her eyes as she unbuttoned Dahyun’s pants, and slowly unzipped it so it wouldn't make so much noise. Sana faced the tennis match, her hand squeezing the length of Dahyun's cock. She squeezed it through Dahyun's boxers, and rubbed her hand over it, before slipping it through the slit of Dahyun's underwear. Sana gulped, looking around in case anyone was looking at them. Dahyun's dick jutted out proudly, despite the fear that was running through her veins.
Sana gripped Dahyun’s cock hard. "Fucking hell.." "Shh, " Sana murmured as she pumped Dahyun's nine-inch cock up and down with the tips of her fingers. The pressure of her fingers was not enough, but it caused precum to spill, it pooled on the tip until Sana swiped her thumb on it to spread the slickness. Dahyun shuddered and sighed "Faster. " Her grip on the edge of the seat handle was so tight that her knuckles paled. She had to stop her hips from rising off the seat and fucking herself into Sana's fist, but she needed to come “Shh,” Sana repeated, her fist pumping faster. "We're going to get caught if you don't keep quiet, Dahyun."
Dahyun bit her lip and closed her eyes, as the final set of the tennis match went on fiercely. She could care less about the damn charity tennis match. She needed to come. Sana used her palm to rub against the tip of Dahyun's cock, smearing her slick come all over her hand. She then gripped the shaft, surrounding it with her fist, and slowly pumped. “Gonna….cum.” Dahyun murmured, pinching her temples with her right hand. She tried to keep her breathing steady but it was difficult. "S-Sana, please-"
Sana ignored her wife and was now focused on the match, yet her hand was persistent in rubbing Dahyun in a slow, fluid manner. She could feel Dahyun's heartbeat through the veins that spiraled all over the thick shaft. Dahyun breathed hard, ignoring the fact that the match was almost ending. She reached out to grip Sana's thighs as she gulped for air. "A b-bit faster.-" She choked and released the tautness of her muscles. Thick come spurted out of the tip of her dick in a violent rush that Dahyun couldn't seem to catch her breath. She could smell her cum that hit the next chair, dripping down on the floor.
Without another word, Sana gently tucked Dahyun's softening penis back into her boxers. "Ah, the match was lovely."
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The opulent hotel suite exuded an air of extravagant luxury, epitomizing the excesses of the city's elite. In the lavish jacuzzi, three semi-clothed women lounged with an air of nonchalance that reeked of wealth and spoiled privilege.
Dahyun reclined lazily in the bubbling water, her eyes half-closed, and a faint smile playing on her lips as she waited for her friend Momo, who juggled between a blowjob from a girl and handling weed to roll up a joint. The blonde’s fingers idly traced the rim of a crystal glass filled with expensive champagne. It was just another ordinary day in the world of these affluent heirs.
Momo, equally languid and carefree, worked deftly to prepare the weed as Dahyun’s other hand pushed the girl to take in all of Momo’s cock. She had become an expert in crafting the perfect joint, a skill she had honed through years of indulgence. Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief, her sense of rebellion mirrored in her actions. Her head was thrown back when she could feel the girl’s nose hit her hips, engulfing all of her giant meat.
Chaeyoung, the last one, on the other hand, was lost in the pleasure of blowing a girl’s back aggressively. Sweat dripped down her face as she thrust inside the girl doggy style, making her scream long and hard. The pussy received a violent beating because Chaeyoung cared for nothing in this world except for her cock. The three best friends shared striking similarities - they were rich, spoiled, and incredibly attractive heirs who had been married off in attempts to control their wild tendencies. However, they had never learned their lessons, and their penchant for rebellion continued to defy the expectations placed upon them.
Momo, ever playful and candid, couldn't help but notice Dahyun's lingering gaze on the girl in Chaeyoung's arms. With a mischievous grin, she leaned closer to Dahyun and asked, "You want her too, don't you?" Dahyun, a mix of longing and apprehension in her eyes, deftly shook her head, a trace of sadness shadowing her features. “I don’t know, man. Sana absolutely cannot know, or else she’ll cut me off. Completely. Also….Chae picked this one up from a high school. Nobody can know at all.”
Momo gaped at her and then stared back at the girl still blowing her cock. Fuck. She was blowing a teenager’s mouth. She smirked and thrusted her hips, fucking the teary-eyed girl’s mouth. Momo laughed in response, her fingers carefully handing over the well-rolled joint to Dahyun. The orange glow of the burning tip illuminated her face as she took a long drag. She let the smoke curl around her and sighed in relief as it whisked away some of her worries.
They observed Chaeyoung and the girl as she rammed her cock inside the girl like a dog rutting, eyes closed, mouth open, pleasure hitting her like a truck. Dahyun slightly gave in and brought the free hand of Momo’s girl up to her cock, making her stroke it. Dahyun couldn't help but voice her envy. "I'm so jealous of Chaeyoung," she admitted a hint of bitterness in her voice. "She's rarely afraid of Mina."
Momo raised an eyebrow, taking a drag of her own. "Yeah, well, somehow Chaeyoung manages to wrap Mina around her fingers," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and bewilderment. "Something you could never do, huh?" Dahyun's response was a simple, irreverent middle finger, a gesture that punctuated the complex dynamic between her and Sana. She pulled the girl up from Momo’s side up to her and sat her on her lap, playing with her boobs. Momo didn’t complain, she’d just blown a huge load into the girl’s mouth. Dahyun sucked onto the girl’s breasts, not caring for any consequences anymore.
Dahyun aligned her cock into the girl’s entrance and was about to go in when her phone rang. With Sana’s call. She muttered a string of curses and shoved the girl aside, handling her phone. Chaeyoung moaned hard as she released her load into the girl and Momo's eyes widened with alarm, her carefree demeanor frozen in an instant as Dahyun sternly whispered into the phone, "Shut up, you two!" Dahyun answered the call. “H-Hey, Sana.”
“Where are you?” Sana inquired almost immediately, of course with a suspicious tone. Dahyun, honesty being her only virtue at this moment, replied, "I'm with Momo and Chaeyoung, hanging out." Momo leaned back into the jacuzzi while Chaeyoung held herself and the girl in the same position, trying very hard not to moan. Sana's skepticism persisted as she probed further, asking, "What are you all doing?" Dahyun, no longer able to hide her actions, admitted, "We're just smoking a little weed."
Sana sighed, the tension in her voice dissipating slightly. "How much have you had?" she asked. Dahyun, aware that honesty was her best course of action, replied, "Just one joint, Sana." Sana seemed satisfied with the response and dropped the bombshell, "Well, I'm standing right outside your hotel room. Open the door." The call was cut. Momo laughed hard, while Chaeyoung's face turned pale. Sana was Mina's best friend, and if she discovered the debauchery taking place inside, the consequences would be dire.
Chaeyoung hastily threw a wad of cash at the girl who had shared her intimate moment, warning her urgently, "You better not breathe a word of this to anyone." The girl, pockets jingling with the sudden windfall, nodded quickly, her fear of the consequences outweighing her desire to gossip. As they left the bathroom, their robes hastily donned, they locked the door behind them, effectively sealing their secrets within.
Dahyun, still indulging in the remnants of her rebellion, took one more drag from her joint before finally mustering the courage to open the hotel room door. The sight that met her eyes left her both relieved and anxious. There stood Sana, an annoyed expression etched across her face, her beauty only heightened by her annoyance. Her dark eyes bore into Dahyun, and it was clear that the atmosphere in the suite had not gone unnoticed.
Dahyun, nervously welcoming Sana into the room, tried to ease the tension by gesturing towards Chaeyoung and Momo. "You don't want to hang out with these horn dogs?" she asked tentatively. Sana, her annoyance unabated, shook her head. "No, I don't," she replied curtly. "You, dress up and come with me."
Momo, recognizing the unspoken order, waved towards Sana in acknowledgment. She had been hesitant about inviting Sana into their escapades, given the woman's close friendship with Mina. Sana nodded back and turned away to avoid making things awkward. Dahyun, reluctantly stubbing her joint, shot one last, longing glance at Chaeyoung, hoping that she wouldn't mess up in her absence. Then, she obediently headed towards the elevator with Sana. As they stood together, Sana raised two fingers to test Dahyun's sobriety. "How many fingers?" she inquired.
Dahyun, determined to prove her sobriety, answered promptly, "Two." Sana remained skeptical and decided to test her further. "Where are my breasts?" she asked. Without hesitation, Dahyun immediately moved to touch them. An embarrassed Sana quickly shut her down. She knew now that Dahyun was indeed sober. They exited the hotel and slipped into their waiting limousine. As they settled in, Dahyun's eyes remained fixated on Sana, who couldn't help but notice. "What's the matter?" Sana asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. Dahyun's response was heartfelt, her voice sincere, as she said, "You look really beautiful today."
Sana's cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink at Dahyun's compliment. She couldn't help but look away, her usual composed demeanor momentarily shaken by the genuine admiration in Dahyun's eyes. For a moment, it felt like the world outside the limousine had ceased to exist. As they arrived at Dahyun's parent's grand mansion, Sana took on the role of making sure Dahyun was perfectly dressed for the extravagant party. She meticulously adjusted her tuxedo, her face inches from the blonde’s. Their eyes locked in a brief moment of intimacy, and Dahyun couldn't resist grinning, the chemistry between them undeniable.
Sana, her eyes filled with a mixture of fondness and exasperation, rolled her eyes at Dahyun's playful advances. She leaned away, adjusting her dress with a hint of annoyance. Together, they made a striking entrance into the opulent party, where the city's elite had gathered. The grandeur of the surroundings was matched only by the expectations placed on Dahyun, the heir to the family fortune.
In the grandeur of the party, Dahyun made good on her promise to stick close to Sana, refraining from drinking much and barely socializing with the other guests. She was the dutiful wife, standing by her wife's side as Sana had ordered. The remnants of the weed still lingered, making her senses sharp and her mood unpredictable.
As the night progressed, a man approached Sana, engaging her in a business conversation. They moved to a quieter area, far from the noisy party, where the man's intentions quickly became evident. He began getting uncomfortably touchy and flirtatious, making Sana's skin crawl. Things took a darker turn when the man tried to grab Sana, his actions crossing a line. Before anyone could react, a powerful fist collided with the man's face, courtesy of Dahyun. Her anger, fuelled by the remnants of the weed and a fierce protective instinct, flared. She began to rain down slaps upon the man, daring him to utter another word.
The partygoers around them rushed to intervene, but Dahyun's rage was unparalleled, and she fought off their attempts to subdue her. She was on the verge of delivering a punch when Sana managed to pull her away, guiding her to a balcony. In the solitude of the night air, Sana felt moved by what Dahyun had done for her. It had been a long time since she'd witnessed such a display of courage and protectiveness from her wife.
She sighed and cupped her wife’s face. “Calm down, yeah?” Dahyun nodded, mesmerized by Sana’s eyes. “Here’s what we’re gonna do,” Sana whispered carefully. “We’re gonna head down and pretend none of this happened. And we’re gonna have dinner. Okay?” Dahyun stared at her. “If you behave, we can have some fun while going home. Ok?” Sana could feel Dahyun tenting slightly down there, and she leaned in, her lips pressing to Dahyun's, in a passionate, almost desperate kiss.
Dahyun, overwhelmed by a rush of emotions, wrapped her arms around Sana, clinging to her as if she were a lifeline. At that moment, it became clear to Dahyun that there was only one person who had the power to truly tame her unruly heart—Sana.
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Late at night, Sana sat on the expansive terrace of their luxurious mansion, a glass of wine in her hand, and her twin daughters sleeping soundly in her lap. The cool breeze ruffled her hair as she gazed out at the city lights, lost in her thoughts. As she sipped her wine, the events of the day played on a loop in her mind, and she couldn't help but drift back in time, flashing back seven years to the beginning of her tumultuous marriage with Dahyun.
Their marriage had been sudden and difficult to navigate. But what was worse was that somewhere along the way, Sana had caught feelings for Dahyun, the last person she ever expected to love. It was a burden she had never wanted to bear, and it had complicated their already complex relationship. Sana hated how, even after all these years, it seemed that nothing had changed between them, except for the fact that they now had children—daughters that Dahyun hadn't even wanted. Every day felt like a battle, and the toll it took on Sana was immeasurable. The facade they wore in front of the world, the image of the perfect couple, was a far cry from the reality of their private lives.
As she stared at her daughters, sleeping peacefully in her lap, Sana couldn't deny the weight of her emotions any longer. All she wanted now was to be a good mother to her children, to protect them from the chaos of her strained marriage and give them the love and stability they deserved. She was lost in her thoughts as she held one of their twin daughters, deeply contemplating the complexities of her marriage. She didn't notice when Dahyun silently approached, her usually playful and carefree demeanor replaced by a sense of awkwardness. In her arms, she carried their younger daughter, Chaeryeong, who slept peacefully.
Dahyun hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to handle the situation. But then, Chaeryeong, in her slumber, instinctively reached out and hugged Dahyun tightly, burying her small face in her mother's chest. The unexpected embrace left Dahyun feeling both surprised and somewhat touched. Sana's gaze shifted from her wine glass to the heartwarming sight of her two daughters hugging their mother. It was a rare moment of harmony that she had longed for in their turbulent marriage. She couldn't help but smile, a genuine smile that had been absent for far too long.
But as her eyes settled on Dahyun, she noticed something was different tonight. Dahyun appeared troubled, her usually confident demeanor replaced by an aura of unease. She was almost sweating, holding Chaeryeong so tightly that it seemed as though she was trying to protect her from an unseen threat. When their eyes finally met, Dahyun looked at Sana with a fear that was impossible to ignore. Her wife's distress sent a shiver down Sana's spine, and she knew that something was amiss. She immediately got up, setting down their other daughter carefully and taking in the whole scene.
She questioned her, her voice laced with worry, "Dahyun, what's going on?" Dahyun, overwhelmed, turned abruptly and rushed back inside. She began to hastily remove her clothes as if she needed to breathe, to escape from the overwhelming emotions welling up within her. Sana, unable to comprehend the sudden change in Dahyun's behavior, grabbed her wife by the collar, her voice stern as she demanded, "Dahyun, what happened?"
Dahyun, her words tumbling out in a panicked rush, revealed the shocking news: "Chaeyoung......fucked some girl tonight.” Sana blinked. “Again? But what’s new in that?” Dahyun huffed before running a hand through her hair. “She…high school girl…” Sana’s jaw dropped. “The parents are pushing for rape charges, that the girl is hurt……” Sana closed her eyes, aggressively massaging her forehead. Dahyun looked at her with fear in her eyes. “Momo fucked that girl’s friend too. But-” Sana opened her eyes, panic entering her veins. “But. What?”
She let out an exasperated sigh, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “I was there. Fuck. If they go for rape, Sana I become a witness-” "Were you complicit in this?" It seemed that Dahyun's friends, who were eventually in her circle and her friends’ wives, had an uncanny knack for messing up. Dahyun, her voice trembling, shook her head vigorously, denying any involvement. "No, Sana, I had nothing to do with it," she insisted.
But then, with an admission that felt like a punch to Sana's gut, Dahyun confessed, "I did smoke some weed though. You knew it, Sana. It's still illegal, but I didn't think it would lead to this." Dahyun's panic was palpable, her desperation evident as she pleaded with Sana, "I don't want to go to jail, Sana. I haven't messed up this time. I've been obeying you completely."
Sana stared at Dahyun, something clicking inside her. “So…..at that hotel room,” Dahyun gulped as she stared at her wife the fear just gripping her tighter. “The three of you were inside the jacuzzi,” Sana walked up to her dressing table, picking up her discarded rings. “Fucking minors. When you knew how wrong it was.” She made sure the ring’s head faced the inside of her hand. “Sana-Sana listen I have nothing-”
The slap was so powerful that the unbearable pain made Dahyun shout, gripping her bleeding face. “Give me one reason why I should step in.” Dahyun crawled up to Sana’s leg, wrapping her arms around it. “No, Sana you cannot do this to me. Fuck, please listen-” “I’m gonna call Mina. She’s going to shut the fuck up.” Sana removed her bloodstained rings and threw them onto the floor. “Let’s see,” She jerked Dahyun’s arms off her leg. “How do you three deal with this.” Her voice was cold, hard.
Dahyun got up, her blood trailing down her face. “Sana. Listen. I’m not telling you to help us out. I’m saying,” She wiped her blood hastily. “Please just help, or at least protect me. I don’t wanna go in for weed. And I had nothing to do with those girls.” “How do I know you’re not lying? How can I trust you when you’ve never allowed me to in seven years of our marriage?” Sana had a valid point, and Dahyun knew it. Desperation is a bitch.
Dahyun looked at the blood splattering onto their plush carpet. Then looked back at her wife. “Can there be a deal? Is there…um something I can do for you?” Sana's piercing gaze bore into Dahyun, her eyes unyielding and cold. Dahyun knew the risk she took in submitting herself as inferior to Sana, but she had no other option. Sana was the shrewdest and most powerful person in their family, and Dahyun had been fortunate to have her as an ally. In a voice that dripped with cold arrogance, Sana issued a commanding order, leaving no room for ambiguity. "Strip, kneel, and lick the blood off the floor."
Dahyun's mind glitched for a moment, finding it hard to believe what she had just heard. She sought confirmation from her wife, "Sana... did you...?" Sana's berating glare silenced Dahyun, and her ego crumbled. With a sense of profound humiliation, she reluctantly began to undress. Once naked, she knelt before the bloodstain and began to lick it off the floor.
Sana's display of dominance left Dahyun feeling battered, and the weight of her surrender settled upon her like an anchor. Sana's warning was clear, her tone unyielding, "You've surrendered your life to me now. You will be my puppet until I say otherwise." Dahyun had no choice but to obey, the echoes of her humiliation and surrender reverberating through the room.
She felt Sana dismantle her robes. And grab her head pulling her up to stumble. “Starting tomorrow,” Sana gripped Dahyun’s jaw tightly. “You will live inside the office.” Dahyun whimpered in pain as Sana slapped her once more. “You will talk to your father. Show your interest in your company . ” Sana felt Dahyun’s cock turn hard despite the harsh treatment. She pulled her good-for-nothing wife closer. “You’re gonna be there for the kids. Every day.” Dahyun nodded, tears and blood streaming down her face as she held Sana’s waist to steady herself.
“And if you don’t do what I say,” Sana whispered menacingly as their noses touched. “I will get rid of you. In an uncouth manner. And you will not see it coming.” Dahyun choked in pain and fear as she tried to nod in between. Sana was one of the largest shareholders in their family, and she was more of a daughter to Dahyun’s parents than she’d ever be. Sana was untouchable. “I….promise.” Dahyun managed to promise as she recovered from the physical assault Sana’s powerful grip brought her. Sana bore her eyes into Dahyun, waiting for her to make eye contact.
A weak point for Dahyun. She could never keep eye contact until she was very serious about it. Which itself was rare. So Sana waited. For Dahyun to stop sniffling and shaking like a puppy and look at her. A minute later Dahyun went silent. And then looked up to Sana, admitting defeat yet displaying obedience. She was calm now, hands still loosely holding her wife’s waist as Sana’s grip on her hair gradually became soothing. As she petted Dahyun.
Dahyun collapsed onto Sana, who with an eerily calm face hugged her tightly. Treating her like the fucking child she was. Some things would never change, Sana knew. But Sana knew how to embrace the shadows.