He even married his own mother, she was his first and now she's the head wife, that's how devoted he is to the women he loves."
This new bombshell left them speechless. The taboo of it only added to his mystique, painting him as a man beyond conventional rules.
"We've pledged ourselves to him," Susan announced proudly. "As his slaves. And it's not a demeaning thing. It's the most liberating choice we've ever made.
We serve him, and in return, he takes care of us in ways our husbands never could or would. He protects us, provides us with pleasures beyond our wildest dreams, I even left my husband officially for him."
The room was utterly silent, save for the soft ticking of the clock. The women were no longer discontented neighbors; they were captivated listeners, each one secretly measuring her own lackluster life against this incredible fantasy being woven before them.
Linda looked around the circle, making eye contact with each woman, connecting their stated miseries to her unstated solution.
"You said your husband is always working, Mrs. Kim. You feel lonely. Samuel would never let you feel lonely."
She turned to Mrs. Lee. "You're bored. With Samuel, every day is an adventure."
Her gaze fell on Ms. Han. "He would never choose a video game over you. You would be his sole focus."
She looked at Ms. Choi. "All that stress from work? He has the most amazing way of working out the tension."
She glanced at Mrs. Suh. "A desire for physical affection? He's the most affectionate man I've ever known."
Susan looked towards Mrs. Kang, her voice softening. "All those nights alone while he's away? Samuel would make you feel like the only woman in the world. He'd fill that empty space with his complete attention."
Her eyes found Ms. Yoon, who was nervously twisting a ring. "You miss being touched, don't you? Samuel's hands are... attentive. He would remind you what it's like to feel truly desired, to have every inch of you appreciated."
Diane gave a sympathetic nod to Mrs. Shin. "A husband who looks right through you? Samuel would see you. He'd watch you with a focus that would make you feel like a masterpiece. He wouldn't be able to look away."
Karen caught Ms. Song's thoughtful gaze. "A fulfilling personal life isn't just about dinners, is it? Samuel would bring... inspiration. He'd awaken a passion in you that would spill into everything you do. He is the ultimate muse."
Sarah raised a knowing eyebrow at Mrs. Min. "The spark is gone, replaced by routine isn't it. Samuel is anything but routine. He would reignite that fire, make you feel that thrilling, heart-pounding excitement you thought was a memory."
Linda offered a warm, conspiratorial smile to Ms. Bae. "A 'stress reliever'? Samuel is the definition. He's incredibly strong, knows how to take control, and would absolutely melt that tension away. You wouldn't have to be the strong one for once."
Sarah expression turned gentle as she looked at Mrs. Jung. "To feel unloved is a coldness. Samuel radiates heat. He's not just physically warm; he makes you feel cherished, wanted, and deeply, thoroughly loved with every look and touch."
Susan turned to Ms. Oh, the newcomer. "Eager to make connections? Samuel is the best connection you'll ever make. He's immediately... engaging. He doesn't believe in taking things slow. He'd make you feel welcomed and adored from the very first moment."
Finally, Susan smiled at the openly intrigued Ms. Kwon. "Still single, outgoing and flirty, deemed as a whore and way too forward, Samuel will match that enthusiasm of yours, and even take the lead."
The room fell into a heavy, breathless silence. The air, once thick with polite boredom, now crackled with a potent mix of shock, intrigue, and desperate, unspoken hope.
"But… how?" Mrs. Jung whispered, her voice full of a desperate hope that seemed to startle even her. "How could we ever…?"
It was as if she had given voice to the question echoing in every mind. The dam broke.
"He's one man," Ms. Choi stated, her professional skepticism surfacing, though her cheeks were flushed. "The logistics alone… it's impossible."
"Would he even agree?" Mrs. Shin asked softly, her warm eyes wide. "To… to all of us?" The concept was both terrifying and thrilling.
Mrs. Min adjusted her pearl necklace, her voice low and measured. "And what about his now wife? Esther. Does she know? Does she… approve?" The question of the other woman's consent was a crucial anchor in this swirling fantasy.
"Is it safe?" Ms. Bae asked, her voice small, thinking of her child at home. "I mean… discretion?"
"What would it even be like?" Ms. Han wondered aloud, her phone forgotten in her lap. "A… a schedule?" The word sounded so clinical, so at odds with the lush promises being offered.
Ms. Yoon's restless fingers stilled. "It sounds too good to be true. What's the catch?"
Mrs. Lee fanned herself a little faster, a slow, intrigued smile playing on her lips. "An adventure, indeed."
One by one, they looked at Susan, Linda, Karen, Sarah and Diane, their expressions a mosaic of longing, doubt, and burning curiosity. They were dignified women, pillars of their community, and yet they were being offered a key to a hidden garden of sensation and attention they had only ever dreamed of.
Susan let the questions hang in the air for a moment, allowing the reality of the offer to settle. She met each of their gazes in turn, her own expression one of serene confidence.
The room was so quiet you could hear the faint hum of the refrigerator. Fourteen pairs of eyes were locked on Susan, wide with a mixture of shock, yearning, and deep-seated doubt. The initial fantasy was now colliding with the stark reality of rules.
Susan let the silence stretch for a beat, a masterful pause that made them all lean in unconsciously. She smiled, a warm, reassuring gesture that reached her eyes.
"Ladies, please," she began, her voice a low, confidential murmur that forced them to listen closely. "I see the questions in your eyes. The worry. It's natural. But let me be perfectly clear, because transparency is the foundation of everything we do."
She placed her teacup down with a soft, definitive click.
"Esther isn't just his wife; she is the heart of this. Her approval isn't a formality—it's everything." Susan's gaze swept over them, kind but unyielding. "You will meet her. You will speak with her.
You need to prove to her that your intentions are pure, well let's say you don't wish to harm him. That you seek this not to take from Samuel, but to add to his life. To receive the incredible gift he offers with the gratitude and respect it deserves."
Mrs. Min, shifted slightly, a flicker of indignation in her eyes. Susan's gaze softened as she addressed the unspoken thought.
"This isn't about humiliation. It's about order. Think of it not as a 'hierarchy,' but as a... garden. Esther is the head gardener. Samuel is the sun. And we?" She gestured around the room.
"We are the cherished plants, each blooming in our own time and way, thriving under their care. The more you devote yourself to that light—the more you show your commitment and loyalty—the more you will flourish.
Act entitled, try to fence off the sun for yourself, or neglect the garden's harmony..." She gave a delicate, almost sad shrug. "...and you will find yourself simply transplanted elsewhere. It's not a punishment. It's merely a matter of not being the right fit for this ecosystem."
She saw Mrs. Jung's hands clasp tightly together, a gesture of hope and fear. Susan's voice became even softer, more intimate.
"The reward for that devotion?" she whispered. "Is a world of attention you can scarcely imagine. Samuel is a man of... profound energy and focus.
He possesses a unique talent for making each and every woman feel like she is his sole priority in that moment.
The 'how' is his magic to perform. Our part is simply to be ready, to be worthy, and to understand that his time with Esther is sacred.
It is the source of his power, and we would never, ever seek to interrupt it. Their connection fuels everything. What you receive is an overflow of that abundance."
A small, knowing smile touched her lips, a look that promised shared secrets and immense pleasure.
"Are there rules? Of course. But they are not shackles; they are the guardrails that allow this beautiful, extraordinary vehicle to run smoothly and safely for everyone. Follow them, and you will experience a level of happiness and fulfillment you thought was only for storybooks."
"We can show you," Karen said softly. "We can introduce you. We can vouch for you. Samuel is looking for more women. Not just any women, but women of quality. Women who are yearning for more. Women like you."
She leaned back, opening her hands in a gesture of offering. The speech was over. The pitch had been made. Now, she simply watched, her expression one of serene confidence, as the women before her exchanged glances—their faces a canvas of temptation, contemplation, and the terrifying, exhilarating leap of faith they were all being asked to take.
The air was no longer crackling with shock, but with the heavy, potent silence of a decision being weighed.
The silence in the room was thick and heavy. You could hear the soft rustle of fabric as someone shifted in their seat, the faint, shaky exhale of another. Fourteen women were trapped in their own thoughts, each wrestling with the unbelievable offer laid before them.
Mrs. Kim was the first to break. A single, silent tear traced a path down her cheek. She didn't wipe it away. It was a tear of pure, aching loneliness finally seeing a possible end.
"I just... I'm so tired of eating dinner alone," she whispered, her voice cracking. Her hands, usually folded so neatly, now clutched at the fabric of her skirt. "I want to say yes."
That small confession seemed to give others permission to breathe.
Ms. Han let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through her messy ponytail. "My boyfriend didn't even notice I got a haircut. You're telling me... Samuel... would notice everything?" She looked at Susan, her expression a mix of hope and disbelief. "It just sounds... too good."
"It is that good," Linda said simply, her voice firm with experience.
Mrs. Lee snapped her magazine shut with a decisive flick of her wrist. A brilliant, excited smile spread across her face. "Bored? I'm dying of boredom.
Golf tournaments and charity luncheons. An adventure? Sign me up. I don't even care about the details anymore." She fanned herself vigorously, her eyes sparkling.
Ms. Choi, held up a hand. "Wait. Just... wait. A schedule. How does it work? Logistically." Her professional mind was trying to map out the impossible, seeking comfort in structure.
Karen smiled. "It's simpler than you think. There's a private calendar. You request time. Esther approves it. It's respectful, it's organized. It works because we all want it to work."
Mrs. Kang, her soft face usually so placid, looked conflicted. "My husband... he's a good man. He just... travels." She wrung her hands. "This feels like such a betrayal. And I know for sure that he's definitely sleeping with other women as well, but sadly I don't have any proof against him."
"It's only a betrayal if you're getting nothing at home, while he's having all the fun," Sarah said gently, not unkindly. "You're seeking what any woman deserves. Attention. Warmth. Is that so wrong?"
Ms. Yoon couldn't sit still. She stood up and paced to the window, her arms wrapped around herself. "I haven't been kissed in a year," she said to the glass, her voice hollow. "I miss the weight of someone next to me in bed. I miss... feeling wanted." She turned back, her eyes glistening. "I'm in."
Mrs. Shin, the gentle one, looked overwhelmed. "I just want to be seen," she murmured, almost to herself. "To feel like I'm more than just the woman who brings him coffee." She offered a timid, nervous smile to the group. "If you say it's true... I believe you."
One by one, they crumbled. Not with drama, but with soft sighs of surrender and looks of dawning hope.
Ms. Song, the artist, chuckled softly. "A muse? Well. I haven't painted anything worthwhile in years. Perhaps I need new inspiration." She gave a definitive nod.
Mrs. Min straightened her already-straight spine, a new light in her eyes. "A lack of spark is an understatement. Our routine is a tomb. I am... intrigued." It was the closest to enthusiasm she would ever get.
Ms. Bae, the young mother, bit her lip. "A stress reliever," she repeated, a slow smile spreading across her face. "God, yes. Just to not be in charge for one hour... to have someone else take control..." She blushed deeply but didn't look away.
Mrs. Jung was weeping quietly now, but they were tears of relief. "To feel loved," she sobbed. "I just want to feel loved."
Ms. Oh, the newcomer, clapped her hands together softly. "I moved here to meet people! I think this is definitely the best welcome party I could have imagined!" Her enthusiasm was infectious.
Finally, all eyes fell on Ms. Kwon. She had been quiet, a rare thing for her, just watching with a sharp, calculating look. Now, she leaned forward, a slow, wicked smile playing on her lips.
"An man who can handle me? Who won't call me names for knowing what I want? Who will actually lead?" She laughed, a rich, throaty sound. "Ladies, I think we've just won the lottery. What are we waiting for?"
A collective energy surged through the room. The doubt was gone, replaced by a nervous, giddy, electric anticipation. They weren't just fourteen separate women anymore; they were a group, bound together by an incredible, shared secret.
"So," Mrs. Kim said, her voice stronger now, filled with a new purpose. "What happens next?"
Susan smiled, standing up. "Next," she said, her voice full of promise, "we make a call."
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