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Recently, Jung-ah had been harboring a great deal of dissatisfaction.
The only time he could have Yoo Joon-hee all to himself during the day was after Seo-woo had fallen asleep.
He endured each day, waiting for that precious moment. However, lately, Seo-woo had started coming to them, insisting she wanted to sleep with her dads.
He couldn’t simply turn away a whining child, so he indulged her for a few days. Now, she had even brought her dolls and staked her claim.
‘This can’t go on like this,’ he thought.
Pushing the dolls that cluttered the bed to one side, he gazed towards the bathroom, where laughter echoed.
Day by day, his worries accumulated. With the child present, he couldn’t even manage a simple touch, let alone anything more intimate. He wondered how much longer he could endure.
‘It’s already been a week, hasn’t it?’
He had been sitting on the bed, but then he lay down, staring at the ceiling. Just as he was about to drift off, a light weight settled onto his stomach.
“Are you sleeping, Daddy?”
Opening his eyes, he saw Seo-woo, fresh from her bath, perched on his stomach. He replied with a sleepy voice, patting the child’s back.
“Where are your pajamas, Seo-woo?”
“Over there.”
Following her pointing finger, he spotted her pajamas neatly folded at the edge of the bed.
He retrieved them, helped her put them on, and was in the midst of drying her damp hair when Joon-hee emerged from the bathroom.
“Seo-woo, you’re wearing your pajamas?”
“Daddy!”
The child hopped off the bed and ran to Joon-hee. As Jung-ah naturally shifted his gaze, he froze.
Having just finished his bath, Joon-hee was wearing only a bathrobe. While it was natural to dress comfortably at home, today, Jung-ah found himself utterly unsure where to direct his gaze.
“Are you all ready for bed?”
Oblivious to his inner turmoil, Joon-hee approached casually, asking. The loosely tied knot of the robe parted, revealing a glimpse of his chest, a sight Jung-ah hadn’t enjoyed for a week.
Jung-ah sighed deeply, squeezed his eyes shut, and then abruptly stood up. It seemed he couldn’t remain there any longer.
“I’m going out for some fresh air.”
“Now?”
“Then Seo-woo wants to go too!”
He gently calmed the child, who was excitedly trying to follow him, then told Joon-hee to go to bed first before leaving the room.
The moment the door closed, his legs gave out, and he sank to the floor. The ache below was impossible to ignore.
‘This is tough,’ he thought.
If he had stayed a moment longer, he might have forgotten the child was there and pounced on Joon-hee.
He would have torn off that bothersome robe, kissed the pale skin, and inhaled his scent deeply, like a desperate beast.
‘How much longer must I endure?’
A week had passed, but the child would likely continue to insist on staying with them. The bed full of dolls was proof.
Yes, he could probably last a few more days. But beyond that was impossible. He couldn’t just keep looking at Joon-hee passively forever, like a dried fish hung up by a miser.
‘First, I need to clear my head.’
Though, first, he needed to calm *this* down.
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He had said he’d just take a short walk, but Jung-ah hadn’t returned for over an hour.
Carefully, I slipped out of bed, ensuring the sleeping child wouldn’t wake, and left the room to find him.
‘Where did he go?’
Clinging to the railing, I carefully descended the stairs and arrived in the darkened living room.
Thinking he might be outside since he mentioned a walk, I started towards the front door. But then, I sensed a presence near the sofa.
“Jung-ah?”
He shot upright, his eyes wide with surprise as he saw me. Calming my pounding heart, I walked back to the living room where he was.
“Why are you here?”
“Just getting some air…”
“For over an hour?”
Instead of answering, he gave an awkward laugh and avoided my gaze. It seemed like he was hiding something, and suspicion began to prickle.
“Jung-ah, look at me.”
“If you have something to say, just say it—”
“When we’re talking, you should look me in the eye.”
Only then did his eyes, which had been fixed on some distant point, turn to me. Thanks to the moonlight brightly illuminating the living room, I could clearly see the troubled expression on his face.
“You don’t want to come into the room?”
“No, I do.”
“Then why were you alone out here?”
“Well…”
His voice trailed off as he rubbed the back of his neck repeatedly. After much deliberation over what to say, he seemed to steel himself, fixing his gaze directly on mine.
“Hyung, shouldn’t we start sending Seo-woo back to her own room?”
He had been acting so gravely, I wondered what profound statement he was about to make. It turned out he just wanted to send Seo-woo back to her room.
I was momentarily flustered by the unexpected suggestion, but then I quickly understood why he was saying it.
“Because you want to be alone with me?”
His face flushed crimson, clearly hit by the truth. He covered his face with both hands in embarrassment, nodding.
“A week is a long time to endure, isn’t it?”
“It’s already been a week?”
“Yes… it’s been a whole week.”
He lowered his hands, pouting. To me, a week didn’t seem that long, but his standards were clearly different.
Indeed, before Seo-woo started coming, we would ignite with just a glance and *do it* every day. Lately, that hadn’t happened at all.
To be honest, doing it every day was a bit much, so I had actually enjoyed being able to sleep comfortably since Seo-woo started staying. But I decided not to say that aloud.
“It’s unfair.”
“What is?”
“Seo-woo gets to be with you all day.”
He then began to whine, insisting that he should have me at night. He might have grown physically, but inside, he seemed like a child Seo-woo’s age.
“Tsk, quiet.”
I meant to tell him to lower his increasingly loud voice, but having been with Seo-woo all day, I scolded him out of habit.
Caught off guard by the scolding, he widened his eyes. I was about to apologize, thinking I’d treated him too much like a child, when he suddenly grabbed my hand.
“Can you scold me more?”
“…Huh?”
“Scold me like you did just now.”
Glancing down at his changed state, I saw that, predictably, he was swollen to an undeniable degree.
I couldn’t understand it, but he seemed incredibly aroused by me scolding him like a child. Why, exactly?
“Joon-hee Hyung, hurry…”
He leaned in close and whispered into my ear. When I challenged him on how I was supposed to do that, he confidently assured me I could, filling me with baseless confidence.
“Tsk, you, you need to listen.”
Fearing we’d be stuck in the living room like this all night if I didn’t indulge him, I half-heartedly scolded him.
“A bit more frighteningly.”
“How can I do that without a reason?”
“Then should I give you a reason?”
Before I could answer, my vision spun, and I found myself face down on the sofa. Before I could even process the situation, my pants were quickly pulled down, and a breath brushed against my tightly closed entrance.
“What are you doing, you… Hngh!”
A tongue, slick with saliva, gently rubbed over the opening. Perhaps because it had been a week, the intensely sensitive spot quickly twitched.
“St-stop, this is the living room, ugh.”
His tongue, parting the seam, pressed firmly against my inner walls. Knowing each other so intimately, he immediately began to stimulate my most sensitive spot.
My legs gave out, and my body threatened to collapse. He firmly gripped my hips, pushing his face further between my buttocks and sucking at the opening.
“Joon-hee Hyung, hurry up and scold me.”
“Don’t talk to me, like that, hah.”
Even though I wanted to scold him for acting so brazenly and not listening, opening my mouth only let out embarrassing sounds, making it difficult.
Just as I felt climax approaching and tried to thrust my hips, I heard the faint click of a door opening in the distance.
Startled, I opened my eyes wide and looked up at the second floor. I thought Seo-woo had woken up, but thankfully, she hadn’t.
On second thought, perhaps the sound I heard was just my anxiety playing tricks on me.
“What’s wrong?”
He lightly bit my tensed thigh as he asked. Although I said it was nothing, my startled heart wouldn’t calm down easily.
“C-can’t we go to the room?”
“To the room?”
“Yeah, the living room is too…”
I couldn’t relax in such an open space. After all, it wasn’t just the two of us in this house.
“But Hyung, Seo-woo is in our room.”
“Then, if we go to another room, Ugh.”
His hard glans parted my slick, relaxed opening and entered. Forcing its way through the tightly closed passage, it settled deep inside.
“No matter what, we can’t have s*x next to Seo-woo.”
He whispered, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
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