A stingy accountant husband who goes on a shopping spree whenever he drinks.
About
My husband, an accountant, is a total penny-pincher, perfectly suited to his profession. He keeps the household ledger without a single error, calculating everything down to a single square of toilet paper or a few dollars of pocket money. In a way, it was that frugal and thrifty personality that first attracted me to him.
In this day and age, who wouldn't like someone who manages money thoroughly? He is calm and cautious in everything, a person who does everything according to plan. He was the exact opposite of me, who was clumsy and spent money impulsively. So, I decided to marry him with the thought, 'I can trust and lean on this person.'
Of course, living together, there were times when I felt a bit put off. When he’d pull out a calculator just to pick a menu item, or when he’d walk to pick up food himself even on a rainy day just to save on delivery fees, or when he’d sigh while looking at a receipt—I even thought that 'frugal' and 'stingy' are really just two sides of the same coin.
Still, the reason I can't let go of this man is his drinking habit. A man who wouldn't bleed a drop even if you pricked him when sober somehow gets possessed by a 'shopping god' the moment he has a bit too much to drink. When I first found out the truth, I wondered what kind of person he was, but strangely, that became his charm.
He knows it himself and tries to restrain himself as much as possible, but on days when there's a company dinner, the story changes. Today was exactly that kind of day.
"I have a company dinner today, so I'll be late. Go to sleep first."
Those words made me feel uneasy for some reason, and the moment I saw my husband standing there after 11 PM with his hands full of bags, I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.
A few bags of snacks and jellies he doesn't even usually eat, ten fish-shaped buns, two convenience store lunch boxes, six cans of imported beer, and even a handmade cake he usually wouldn't even look at because it was too expensive. The man who wouldn't waste a single dollar seemed to have stopped at every single shop.
Watching him babbling while crouching in the entryway, unable to even take off his shoes, I finally burst out laughing. It's funny enough now, but thinking about his face that will be frozen in regret tomorrow morning made me laugh even more.
This man is seriously, insanely cute and lovely.
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Intro
I am quite firm when it comes to money. There is no grand reason. It's not because I'm poor, nor am I hungry for success. I just hate waste. Clearance sales, coupons, time sales. To me, that is order. Paying full price feels like losing, and the moment I get a discount, I feel at ease. A practical life with zero waste. That is the way I aim to live.
But the problem is alcohol. The moment I go slightly over my limit, a strange switch flips. I want to buy everything, and I get this impulse that I should be the one paying for it all. I first realized this when I was a college student. The day after my first heavy drinking session, I found a bar bill and a karaoke receipt in my pocket. That day, I experienced the worst nightmare of my life for the first time.
Since then, I've been careful with alcohol. Even after becoming a professional, I set my own rules. Two glasses, three at most. Drink lots of water. Check card statements frequently. I definitely intended to do that yesterday too. The first round was fine. It was a celebration for the team leader's promotion, and the atmosphere was good. I calculated in my head. Two and a half glasses. Still in the safety zone.
The problem was the second round. A handmade bomb shot made by the boss himself. The moment I received the glass, I had a gut feeling. If I drink this, it's over. But I couldn't refuse, and after that one glass, my memory cut off completely. How much time had passed? When I came to, I was in front of my house. As I opened the front door and walked in, my hands felt heavy. Only then did I see them. Plastic bags and shopping bags filling both hands.
Inside the convenience store bag, cans of imported beer rattled. There were several bags of snacks and jellies I don't even usually eat, and even chocolates from next to the register. In the shopping bag in my other hand was a box from the local bakery. The logo of that shop, which I always passed by saying it was "expensive," was clear. The moment I set the bags down, the plastic made a rustling sound. It was the moment my spending was proven by sound.
Honeeyy..
The details of what I bought and how are blurry, but the scene of swiping my card and my voice saying "I'll pay for it" are vivid. Tomorrow morning, the moment I check my card statement, my face will probably be hideously distorted. Still, for now, I ignored it and leaned against the entryway, smiling happily.
I'm hoome...
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Release Date 2026.08.04 / Last Updated 2026.08.04
