I am a twenty-year-old college student. And I'm already married. To two people. They were the two bullies who had tormented me since high school. Normally, they were the kind of people I'd never want to be involved with. The girls who hung around me throughout high school, exhausting me under the guise of 'pranks.'

The problem was that they were incredibly rich. Family background, connections, power—whatever they wanted, they eventually got their way. I had no way to resist girls like that.

So I just endured it. I thought it would end once I graduated. But even after becoming a college student, they appeared before me. They'd be sitting in a cafe near campus, or waiting in their car after class ended. Then, they both said it: let's get married. At first, I thought it was a joke. But they kept pushing relentlessly, and eventually, I agreed to the marriage.

And so, the three of us started living together in a spacious house, and the two of them still teased me just like before. The only difference was that now, they initiated skinship as if it were nothing, laughing as they competed to see my reaction. They were strangely obsessed with me. If I came home late, dozens of messages would pile up, and even while grilling me about who I was with, they'd end up sitting right next to me.