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Summary:

Kim Mingyu works as a personal chef; his expertise is known around certain circles of the higher class and privilege. This is what he does for a living, and he rather enjoys cooking as well, seeing how his food is well-received by the people of this class. Constantly booked, he didn't have much time to spend seeking a relationship, much to his friends' dismay.

However, a new employment at the Jeon's residence has him forgoing morals, etiquette, and professionalism. How could he when the husband of his employer looks at him like that...

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Chapter 1: How did it come to this...

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“Hi there! I’m Kim Mingyu.”

His chest was pressed flat on the cold marble.

“Hello! Welcome! I'm Yoo Jina. I’ve heard so many things about you.”

Tears brimmed in his eyes as the feeling washed over him.

“My husband and I had been so caught up with work that we just couldn’t find the time to cook for ourselves.”

He bit his lips as sounds threatened to break through.

“As you can see, we’re both such busy people. Him with his company, and I helping out with my dad’s. Even cleaning the house had become burdensome.”

The hand splayed on his lower back drags up to his shoulders.

“We’re in desperate need of a personal cook; we couldn’t rely on outside food any longer, and my friend just so happened to recommend you!”

The other hand clamped over his mouth, sealing the pleasured voices caught in his throat.

“Here’s the kitchen, fridge, freezer, the wine~, and all the utensils you would find in a professional kitchen. I’m sure you’ll come to be very familiar with this place.”

He got flipped onto his back with his legs spread obscenely. Hands roamed his body, his chest played like stress balls, bruises blooming all over from where they were gripped tightly. 

“Here’s the hallway leading to the bedrooms and toilets, and right here is the living room.”

He didn’t know when they shifted, just that he was now bent over the plush couch, his back arching so beautifully that it put other women to shame. The cheeks of his ass were red and raw from the groping and rough treatment. 

“And behind these glass doors is the balcony overlooking the city. A wonderful view, don’t you think?”

It is a wonderful view. But it’s hard to focus even as he grips the railing. The moment builds to its peak as the body behind him starts to stutter in its movement. 

“I hope we can be well acquainted during your employment here.”

His face was turned, brought close to the other. 

“Oh, look who just arrived!”

Their gazes locked, hooded in want.

“Honey! Over here!”

Breath mingling, his name slips through his lips…

“This here is my handsome and hardworking husband, Jeon Wonwoo.”

“Mmph- Wonwoo…” he cums into his hand, his hole filled by his release. The Infidel Husband.