No man can call back yesterday, nor bargain with a missed tomorrow.
Life is always this way… once you lose a chance, it is gone for good.
Sometimes the best thing one can do is seize it when it appears.
Before his rebirth, Jae-min had been an obedient, humble younger brother, content to walk in his brother's shadow while doing his best not to cause any financial burden to the family.
That was why he decided not to pursue further studies, at least not in any prestigious academy, and willingly let the CSAT exam slip past him.
Of course, after his rebirth he cast those thoughts aside, but it was already too late.
Still, just because he had lost one chance did not mean his life was destined for mediocrity.
"Applicant 1002, Jae-min."
As soon as his name was called, Jae-min entered the admission officer's cabin.
Since it was still the beginning of admissions, the hallways were nearly empty, giving him an easy entry.
"Good morning, Sir...My name is Jae-min…"
"Please, take a seat."
A brief introduction was mandatory, at least to gauge the student's confidence.
Jae-min sat across from a middle-aged man who introduced himself as a junior admission officer.
"You're applying through the Taekwondo quota, correct? What's your current rank?"
"Black belt, Third Dan. I earned it three years ago after competing in the Seoul High School Championships."
"Your record shows a bronze at Gangnam District, quarterfinals at Seoul Metros… and one-time under-14 national winner. Alright, alright you're in."
Of course, Jae-min wasn't without merit.
The moment he saw his brother being bullied back in middle school, he had joined the Taekwondo club, and from then on, he never looked back.
In many ways, both his misfortunes and fortunes had started with his brother.
Thus...from the beginning, he knew admission would be easier once he presented his record, after all, the same thing had happened in his past life.
But this time, he wasn't really serious about Taekwondo or anything else. What mattered now was money.
To attain assets, gain advantage over others, and live as a winner, nothing else held importance.
"Lectures will start after the first week of March. Alright, it was nice meeting you, student Jae-min."
"Thank you, sir."
With that over, Jae-min booked a cab and headed back to his apartment.
On the way, he picked up a box of sweet cakes, planning to celebrate with his sister-in-law.
The thought of her made his pulse quicken, heat rising in his chest and sliding lower with every breath.
"Tae-hyun… soon I'll make your wife your ex-wife, and your mother your sister-in-law."
...
War ends when peace is declared, but the struggle of living has no treaty, only another day of battle.
For me, that struggle is no different—wake up, work through the house, go to bed, and wake again to repeat the same battle without end.
That afternoon, I walked back toward my apartment block with a bag of vegetables tugging at my wrist.
Beside me, Mrs. Sung, a neighborhood ahjumma, fanned herself with the hem of her shirt, puffing from the heat.
The two of us carried grocery bags in hand, having just returned from the market.
"And that day Tae-hyun drove me home, I really thought I was done for. He's a good man… lucky you, Min-seo."
"Ah… thank you, ahjumma."
"But still, where's that bastard these days? I haven't seen him around at all. How can a newlywed leave his wife all alone? What kind of man does that?"
"No, no… it's not like that. Something came up at his office, he had to leave on an emergency trip."
"Mm, if you say so. Just don't let him forget he has a wife waiting at home. Anyway, we're here. Take care of yourself, Min-seo."
When a woman is married, society expects so much of her, but in some ways I feel fortunate.
I have a younger brother-in-law who always cheers me on, and a mother-in-law who isn't nagging or overbearing like the ones I grew up hearing about.
But the same couldn't be said for my husband.
Tae-hyun dared to neglect his new bride, not even calling once since he left two days ago, not even picking up when I tried.
He must be very busy, otherwise he'd never ignore me like this.
Sadly, there is nothing I can do about it other than wait.
If he called, I told myself I wouldn't pick up, would let it ring, wouldn't talk to him not for three weeks.
Yes… I shouldn't forgive him that easily. But… three weeks? That's too long.
A week, then. No… even that feels harsh. Three days. Fine, three days. Well… it's not entirely his fault, is it?
So… if he apologized by tonight, then… then I'd forgive him.
Carrying those thoughts with me, I walked back into the apartment.
Unlike how I usually dressed at home, this time my gown was extremely modest, covering everything.
That modesty came at a price.
Sweat clung to my chest and dampened my armpits until I could no longer ignore the sticky discomfort.
With a sigh, I resolved to take a bath before starting dinner.
The bathroom inside the room was spacious, stocked with everything a young married woman might need.
Cosmetics, creams, and powders sat neatly arranged beside a bathtub that gleamed with quiet elegance, its inviting surface promising a moment of escape.
A woman's heart could be as strong as a mountain, yet her body remained as fragile as glass. I felt the strength in mine draining away.
The weight of heavy grocery bags still ached in my arms, my steps had been slow with exhaustion, and now even the simple act of unhooking my dress demanded effort.
The gown slipped from my body in a languid fall, the straps sliding down my damp shoulders until the fabric surrendered to the floor, pooling soundlessly around my ankles.
My fingers moved again, unfastening my soft bra.
Then, with my thumb sliding inside my panties, I brushed against the swell of my thighs until my reddened toes nudged the fabric aside...
In the mirror appeared my flawless figure, a body so smooth and enticing it could drive any man to sin without a second thought.
And that's me being humble...
"Why does it hurt again…"
But...
What men saw as perfection, to me, was nothing but a curse most of all my large, beautiful breasts, which I despised.
Many men or rather, lecherous dogs loved women with voluptuous chests, but in my case it was the opposite.
More than once, Tae-hyun had even suggested surgery to cut away what he called "unnecessary fat."
That's when I thought he was different...
Anyway..
They were the source of my endless back and shoulder pain, the weight that made my walks heavy, the bounce that left me feeling exposed even when I tried to carry myself casually.
"Should I take an appointment and get this done…"
With those thoughts, I turned the shower on.
Steam thickened the air as I stepped beneath the spray.
Warm water beat across my skin, gliding down the curve of my spine, spilling over my ass, dripping across the soft femininity between my thighs.
Ring!
"Huh?"
The phone I had left on the basin suddenly rang.
My heart lifted...
Finally...
Maybe, Tae-hyun had finally realized his mistake.
I snatched it up with a rush of hope.
"Good morning, ma'am, this is Nari from Damazon. It's a confirmation call for your—"
Beep!
Just a spam call.
The fragile hope that had bloomed inside me shattered instantly, leaving my chest tight and simmering.
I set the phone aside and returned to the shower, slicking my wet hair back, my armpits flushed red from the heat.
"Bastard, bastard, bastard… why would he care about me now? He said he loved me, but since the day he married me no, even since we first confirmed our relationship he hasn't kissed me once. Am I not beautiful enough?"
My hands found my breasts, gripping them hard, anger pouring into every squeeze.
I wasn't like this from the start.
No, I'm sure I've never been like this my entire life.
Maybe that's why, when I finally got married, my craving for such lewd acts grew so much.
So much that I couldn't help but dig my nails into my breasts, as if punishing them.
But instead of easing the ache, it only sparked a different, hotter fire inside me.
"What's this feeling? What's happened to you, Min-seo… snap out of it…"
"Ahh…"
My breasts were so large that my small hands couldn't hold their full weight. So I focused on my areolas, my nipples hardening under my palms, begging for more.
"Ahh… Tae-hyun…"
More.
"Tae-hyun…"
I needed something—something more, something to fill me up… but my husband wasn't here.
So I bent my head, my lips closing around one swollen nipple. The taste of my own skin spread across my tongue as I sucked hungrily, moaning into the soft flesh.
My free hand slipped lower, trembling, gliding past my stomach to the place already slick with desire.
My fingers brushed my folds, circling gently, too afraid to go deeper.
"Should I use the dildo? No, that's too much. My first belongs to Tae-hyun."
I was still untouched there, still his virgin wife. Even in this lonely haze, I couldn't break that fragile veil.
Instead, I teased the entrance, shallow strokes spreading the wetness over my folds. My thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing in desperate circles as my hips jerked into my hand.
"Ahh… Tae-hyun…"
As I pleased myself down there, my mouth sucked on my other breast. This nipple was slightly harder, more demanding. I tugged at it with my lips until pain melted into pleasure.
My fingers moved faster between my thighs, sliding just inside, never piercing further, in and out, over and over, enough to make me cry out.
The water splashed softly against the tub with each movement. Yes, I'd already turned off the shower and was now bathing in the tub.
"Why… why did you leave me alone?"
Tears spilled again, streaking down my cheeks, but I couldn't stop. My clit pulsed under my thumb, my body tightening around an aching emptiness, craving more.
The heat built until my thighs shook, my toes curling against the porcelain. My fingers worked harder, circling, stroking, shallow thrusts that made my body tremble.
But even after doing this for more than thirty minutes, I couldn't come.
Why?
I didn't know.
One second, it felt like I was close, the pressure building, ready to burst. The next, it slipped away, far out of reach.
Why?
I didn't care anymore.
Because then I remembered something important. D
"Didn't' I have to make something good for Jae-min?"
So, reluctantly, I moved my hands from my virgin pussy and started to bathe seriously.