Chapter 73-74—Lady Who Is Frustrated
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The next day, Jisan spoke to his wife as he entered the house.
"I'm home."
"Welcome back, husband Jisan."
He carefully watched her expression as she greeted him.
'Hmm… nothing seems different. Actually, she looks even better than before—probably because she's going on a date with the woman she likes.'
It appeared that her training the day before hadn't left much of an emotional impact.
'I guess that's a relief… but also disappointing.'
This meant Heeyeon still had a long way to go in her training.
While Jisan was glad he'd get to see more footage from the training sessions, he also felt let down that he couldn't witness Heeyeon looking broken or upset.
To him now, Heeyeon was nothing more than a promiscuous woman he had married. Someone whose purpose was to be reshaped through training to serve his sexual desires.
'I have no choice but to cooperate and help fill in the gaps.'
"Let's eat first."
"Alright."
After they finished the meal prepared by her, he spoke casually, as if unaware of her affair.
"Honey."
"Yes? What is it?"
"The latest project went well. I've got a bit more free time now."
"Oh, that's great."
"So, let's start doing what we haven't been able to do recently."
"Huh? What do you mean by that…"
"We need to have a child."
"Ah…"
At Jisan's words, she seemed to be jolted back to reality—one she had nearly forgotten.
All the recent events had felt surreal.
Her affair with Seorina.
Getting caught.
Being trained as a result.
It had all been so intense that she hadn't even realized how long it had been since she last slept with her husband.
She had forgotten that Daehyuk had slept with her, so she was deliberately ignoring things about her sexuality.
"I see… Now that you mention it, we haven't done it in a while."
"Yes. I've been busy with the project, so I've been focusing on that."
In truth, it was because of the hatred and contempt he felt toward Heeyeon. But Jisan gave her a more reasonable explanation.
"After dinner, go wash up and get ready."
"…Alright. Understood."
Heeyeon couldn't refuse. She had no choice but to accept his words.
After all, they were husband and wife. Their marriage had been arranged by their families, and from the start, it had been understood that she would eventually bear a successor for the Jisan family.
If she refused now, he might grow suspicious—even if Daehyuk never exposed the affair, she would be caught.
The truth was, she didn't want to sleep with Jisan. More accurately, she didn't want to be with any man at all.
If she shared her body with Jisan, it would stir up memories—indirect ones—of her time with Daehyuk.
Her thoughts drifted to Daehyuk's training, who had reminded her of him back when she was in love with Seorina.
If she had to be with a man like Jisan, those memories would come flooding back even more vividly.
Even so, she had no justification to refuse him now.
Meanwhile, Jisan felt a sense of anticipation.
The night before, on his way home, he had received male contraceptive pills from Daehyuk and had already taken them.
The pills were effective for one month.
No matter how many times he ejaculated inside Heeyeon, there was no chance of pregnancy.
Still, the idea of sleeping with her disgusted him.
Seeing her in person only reminded him of the humiliation she had caused. There was no attraction, no excitement—he couldn't even get an erection.
But his motivation returned when he thought of how this act would improve the quality of future training videos.
He had never felt so eager.
He had never been so satisfied.
These were women who had betrayed him. Women who mocked him simply because of their own desires—women who looked down on him because of their sexuality.
Now, they would be reduced to mere sluts—lowly, whining, and desperate.
Eventually, Jisan became excited because he thought it would help with the video of her acting lewdly to suit her slutty form.
That's why Jisan was eager.
Thinking about the video made his blood rush to his lower body as he imagined the two people who would become vulgar in the future.
'For that, I can endure this humiliation.'
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[POV Change]
Thursday morning….
"Do you like it, Boss Song~?"
"Aww! That's good, that's really good~!"
Daehyuk was giving a massage to President Song, the hotel owner who had been supporting his training work.
The locations used for Heeyeon's second training session and Seorina's two days earlier were both hotels operated by President Song. In fact, she also owned the business hotel that both women frequently visited.
She had provided full cooperation—sharing CCTV footage, offering the venues for training, and granting permission to install high-performance surveillance cameras at Daehyuk's request. Thanks to her help, Kim Jisan was able to enjoy high-quality videos of the training sessions, complete with sound and multiple angles.
When Daehyuk asked for her support, he offered a deal: two months of free massages from him, along with a monetary reward.
President Song, who already knew how highly sought-after Daehyuk's massages were among high-ranking officials, gladly accepted. Now, she was lying back and enjoying one of those massages herself.
"Oh my~ I love it! Ugh~!"
She moaned in delight as Daehyuk worked on her muscles with skillful precision.
"Wow, I must be special. The best masseuse in the world is giving me a massage. This is incredible!"
"I'm glad you're enjoying it."
"No wonder you're so popular. But tell me, is this rumor true?"
"What rumor?"
"They say even the chairman of the Shinsung Group comes here for your massages."
"He does. Please feel free to stop by sometime."
'His wife actually visits more often than he does.'
"As expected! They say the chairman is really picky. Is that true?"
"He's known to be strict with the people around him. But he's never acted that way toward me, not even during a massage."
"Really?"
'He was stiff and formal at first… but not anymore.'
Daehyuk had once treated Kang Taeyong, the chairman of Shinsung Group. It happened some time after Daehyuk had opened his massage practice.
Kang Taeyong had visited after hearing rumors about Daehyuk's skills, especially his ability to relieve back pain. When he arrived, he was blunt and skeptical, not hiding his doubts about Daehyuk at all.
But everything changed once the session began. The suspicion on his face melted into pure relief, as if a decade's worth of stress had been lifted in one sitting.
That wasn't all.
Thanks to his unique ability, Daehyuk could pinpoint exact pressure points—whether they brought pleasure, tension, or pain. It was during this session that he noticed a faint but unusual dark mark on the chairman's abdomen.
Most would have overlooked it, but Daehyuk recognized it immediately. Over time, he had developed the skill to identify symptoms and conditions based on these marks.
"Chairman, I'm going to press on your stomach now. It may sting a little, so let me know if it hurts."
"Huh? Sure, go ahead."
Trusting Daehyuk after already feeling much better, Kang Taeyong agreed without hesitation.
The moment Daehyuk applied pressure, the chairman's stomach tensed sharply.
He winced from the sudden pain.
"Aahhh! It hurts! It really hurts!"
"Yes, I've confirmed it, Chairman."
"Aahhh! Something's wrong!"
"I think it would be wise to visit the hospital and have your stomach examined."
"What?"
"I've worked with many clients. When pressing a certain spot causes tingling or stomach pain, there's often an issue."
"What kind of issue? What is it?"
"Most likely cancer."
"Cancer!?"
Kang Taeyong was shocked to hear the word cancer.
Daehyuk quickly tried to calm him down.
"Calm down, Chairman. But I don't think it's that serious yet. If you get tested, it might just be a tumor."
"How can you be so sure?"
"If it were really severe, you'd scream so loud it could cause premature death when pressed."
"Hmm…"
"I recommend you don't ignore it and go get a colonoscopy."
If it had been anyone else, Kang Taeyong might have been angry or thought it was a trick. But Cha Daehyuk's skills and reputation for excellence made him trust the advice.
A few days later, Kang Taeyong was examined at the hospital as Daehyuk suggested.
The doctors found a tumor on the verge of becoming cancer.
He underwent surgery immediately, and the tumor was completely removed.
After being discharged, Kang Taeyong went straight to thank Cha Daehyuk.
From that moment, he trusted Cha Daehyuk more than anyone else.
Ascle's reputation grew even more after news spread that Chairman Kang Taeyong was a satisfied client.
'And then I met Lady Seolha,' Daehyuk thought as he talked with President Song, reminded of his past.
'I heard Miss Seolha will be coming too… It's been a while since I had to satisfy her.'
"Mr. Daehyuk? Did your hand stop?"
"Oops, sorry. I'll continue."
"Oh wow~! That's good, that's really good~!"
...…..
...…..
The next day, Daehyuk was relaxing in the director's office when he received a phone call.
"Yes, Miran?"
["Lady Seolha has arrived."]
"Alright, I'll head there right away."
After hearing Yoo Miran's words, he stood up immediately and made his way to the lobby.
There, he greeted the woman waiting with a smile.
"Welcome, Lady Seolha."
"It's been a while, Director Daehyuk."
She had straight black hair and deep blue eyes. Her well-proportioned figure, wrapped in a sleek black office outfit, resembled that of a model.
Kang Seolha was the only daughter of the chairman of Shinsung Group.
She looked at him with a cold, sharp gaze.
"Don't you have something to say to me?"
"Well, all I can say right now is that I'm glad to see you again after such a long time, Miss Seolha."
"Tsk."
Seolha clicked her tongue in response to his sly smile and walked forward with confident, measured steps.
"Let's get a massage."
"Yes."
He also followed behind her.