The air in the room seemed to change, becoming heavier, charged with a new kind of energy. The decision had been made. There was no turning back.
Susan's smile was warm. "Excellent. The first step is an introduction. Esther will want to see you. She'll want to talk to you herself."
A fresh wave of nervousness passed through the group. These weren't strangers meeting a queen; they were neighbors about to face the mother of the man they were agreeing to have sex with.
Susan held the phone to her ear, her voice softening. "Esther? It's Susan. Yes... There are a few people who want to meet you. They all want to ask you something." She listened, a gentle smile on her face. "Of course. We'll be right there."
She hung up. "She's waiting for us at the house."
The walk to Esther's house was quiet. It was just a few doors down, a beautiful home they had all passed a hundred times. It felt strange to be approaching it now with such nervous hearts.
Susan opened the front door without knocking. "Esther? We're here."
They filed into a cozy, warm living room, not a cold, modern space. Esther was there, placing a tray of cookies on a coffee table. She looked up and smiled, a genuine, kind smile that reached her eyes. She wasn't a scary figure; she was the sweet woman from the neighborhood garden club, the one who always remembered everyone's names.
"Come in, come in, don't crowd in the doorway," she said, waving them in. "My, what a large group! Susan, what are you up to now?" She said it with a hint of sarcasm and shock
The fourteen women stood awkwardly, unsure what to do.
"Please, sit," Esther said, gesturing to the sofas and chairs. "There's plenty of room. Susan, Linda, girls, help me with the tea."
As the five original women began pouring cups, Esther looked over the group, her gaze warm and knowing.
"I know most of you," she began softly. "I've seen you at the supermarket, at school events. Mrs. Kang, your zucchini bread won first prize at the fair, didn't it? And Ms. Han, I always see you walking that adorable little dog of yours."
Her familiarity put them at ease. She wasn't judging them as strangers; she was seeing the women she already knew.
Esther smiled warmly as the women found their seats, her eyes crinkling at the corners. She accepted a cup of tea from Linda, looking around the room with pleasant curiosity.
Esther looked up from her cup as the women filed into her living room forming a semi circle around her. Her expression was one of mild, amused curiosity. She took a slow sip of her tea, her eyes scanning the crowd before finally landing on Susan, who had instinctively moved to the front of the group.
"Well, well," Esther said, her voice light and laced with a dry, sarcastic humor as she looked up from her book. "Susan. What a treat. And you brought... almost half of the neighborhood. To what do I owe this... invasion?" She didn't sound angry, just supremely unconcerned, as if Susan's actions were a slightly puzzling but predictable quirk.
Susan didn't cower. A warm, familiar smile touched her lips as she moved forward with an easy confidence that spoke of years of friendship. "Oh, hush, you," she said, her tone affectionate. She walked behind Esther's chair and began to gently massage her shoulders. "You've been reading for too long. You're getting tense."
Esther let out a soft, contented sigh, leaning into the familiar touch. She closed her eyes for a moment. "It's your job to prevent that, isn't it? And yet you're here, cluttering my living room instead." Her words were sharp, but her tone was playful, accepting the attention.
"I am doing my job," Susan murmured, her fingers working expertly on a knot of tension. "This is part of it now. I found something for him. I'm sure he'll be happy."
Esther's eyes opened, though she didn't turn around. "Did you? And what might that be? A new brand of tea?"
Susan laughed softly, leaning down to speak quietly near Esther's ear, a gesture of intimacy between them. "Better. Look at them, Essie."
Esther's gaze, now curious, swept over the group of women who were watching the easy, intimate exchange with a mixture of awe and nervousness.
"See them?" Susan continued, her voice a low, excited whisper meant only for Esther. "I've been talking to them. About Samuel. I've managed to convince them to pursue Samuel. They all want him now. Every single one of them. They see what we see. They understand what he offers."
She gave Esther's shoulders a final, reassuring squeeze before coming to stand beside her chair, looking down at her friend with earnest excitement. "I brought them to you. For you to see. For your approval. It's the best gift I could think to bring you... and him."
Esther looked from Susan's hopeful face to the silent, waiting women. The sarcasm was gone from her expression, replaced by a look of genuine contemplation and deep, maternal interest.
She reached up and patted Susan's hand where it rested on her shoulder, a gesture of thanks and ownership that was gentle but absolute.
"My clever girl," she said, her voice warm with approval. "Always thinking ahead. Always serving him." She turned her attention fully to the newcomers, her eyes now alight with a welcoming, yet deeply assessing, warmth. "Well then," she said, her voice clear and kind. "Let's have a proper look at you all."
Esther's warm, assessing gaze slowly swept over the group of women. Her expression softened, the last traces of amusement fading into something more profound—a deep, maternal tenderness mixed with concern. She reached out without looking, and Susan instinctively started massaging her hand.
"All of them, Susan?" Esther asked, her voice softer now, almost wondering. "My dear… that's so many." She paused, her free hand coming to rest gently over her heart. "This is my son. My beautiful, generous boy."
She turned her attention back to the women, her eyes lingering on each face as though memorizing them. "His heart… It's so big. Sometimes I fear it's too big for this world. He wants to give everything to everyone. He wants to make you all happy… and he doesn't always know his own limits."
Esther leaned forward slightly, her voice warm but earnest, inviting confidence. "My only worry, my only real concern in all of this, is his happiness. His well-being." She smiled gently. "I need to know you will care for that big heart of his. That you will put him first. Not just what he can do for you… but what you can give to him."
Her tone was not scolding, but encouraging, yet it carried a new weight as she continued. "But girls," she said, her voice lowering just a fraction, the kindness in her eyes now framed by an unshakable certainty. "You must also understand something, and understand it clearly. I am his wife. I was his first, and I will be his last."
She held each of their gazes in turn, her expression open but firm. "My place is not a suggestion. It is not up for discussion. This home, his heart—it is ours, but it runs through me first."
Her voice, while still sweet, held the steady protectiveness of a lioness. "I don't mind sharing him with you guys. I will welcome you. But I will not be replaced. I will not be sidelined. The love you give him should include a respect for that. For us."
She leaned back, her posture regal and sure. "If you can promise me that—if you can promise to cherish him without ever trying to own him, to love him without ever challenging my place beside him—then there is a place for you here."
Her tone softened back into its maternal warmth, though the authority remained. "If he is tired… if he needs quiet… will you understand? Will you give him that peace? This can't be about just taking."
Her voice dropped to a murmur, sweet and full of feeling. "It must be about giving as well. Your kindness. Your patience. Your devotion. Can you promise me that? Can you promise you'll cherish my son and honor my home?"
The room fell still, wrapped in the sincerity of her words.
Mrs. Jung was the first to respond, her voice soft but clear. "I promise, Esther. We would never want to burden him."
"We only want to make him happy," Ms. Yoon added, her eyes glistening. "Just to see him smile."
One by one, they nodded, their faces open and sincere, their promises whispered like vows.
Esther's eyes turned to Susan, full of trust and a hint of playful knowing. "And you, my love… you'll help me watch over him? You'll help… organize things? You'll make sure no one oversteps… even yourself?"
Susan smiled, squeezing Esther's hand. "I promise, Esther. His comfort and joy will always come first."
A slow, affectionate grin spread across Esther's face. She chuckled softly. "You… making that promise." She shook her head in gentle mockery. "If anything, I expect you'll be the first to suggest another round… or decide you want to keep him all to yourself for the afternoon!"
Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Remember how you let your husband watch? How you told him you'd send videos of Samuel turning you into a bitch in heat and fucking your brain out? You can't help yourself, my dear. You were made for this. A natural born slut."
A stunned silence sucked the air from the room. This was not the gentle, dignified Esther they knew from garden parties and charity events.
This was a woman laying bare a shocking, profound truth about her friend or should I say about her slave. The revelation was so intimate, so unexpectedly fierce, that it was more shocking than any crude word could ever be.
Mrs. Min's hand fluttered to her pearls, her face pale with disbelief. Ms. Choi stared, her professional composure completely shattered. Ms. Kwon's flirtatious smirk vanished, replaced by a look of genuine, deep respect as if she found someone to make her role model.
They weren't shocked by vulgarity; they were humbled by the terrifying depth of a love that would willingly shatter every convention for its object.
It was a stunning display of what Samuel was capable of, and it made the entire offer feel infinitely more real, and more serious, than any of them had initially understood.
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