The One Who Writes Existence - Chapter 22: The Fraudulent Businessman and the Gullible Customer

Polygamy is abolished.

We don’t have to force ourselves to live together anymore…

The sky was painted gray forever. The light of the sun was restrained. The darkness of the night was deeper than ever. At such a time, he belonged to a class people didn’t even recognize as ’human’. He was at the bottom of the social stratum, a slave. And when his only family was taken away from him... he no longer had a purpose in life. Yet, he clung to life because of his promise. And he set an impossible goal for himself, just so he’d have an excuse to live. When he finally reached a place he never expected to be, in pursuit of a purpose he expected to fail and die miserably trying to fulfill... he awoke to a night that would change his entire life. He was an insignificant fly, a mere speck in the destruction of the Empire. But he... survived. And, despite being a slave, he gained the blessing of a king. Or rather, the curse...

On the day I went to the hospital for an abortion, I met my husband holding his ex-girlfriend. That woman was just suffering from menstrual pain, but he was taking great care of her and being very gentle.He said, “I never thought of marrying you, so please behave yourself.”He said, “You are just a scheming and fickle woman. How could you bear my child?”I sneered and decided to abandon him!After the divorce, that woman showed off their engagement ring to me. Then, I pointed at the man who had just walked into the hotel and said, “Let me introduce. This is my new boyfriend.”Since then, this tycoon, who was only temporarily working as a doctor out of boredom, somehow got a girlfriend who had come to him for an abortion.

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.