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Join the ServerSeo-woo, nearing her first birthday, absolutely adored walking. Even before she took her first steps, she couldn’t stay still, constantly rolling over or crawling. Once she truly started walking, she never stopped for a moment. Watching her waddle about, I had already been following the child for an hour. I had only intended to play with Seo-woo while her nannies were briefly away, never anticipating she would keep moving without a single pause. Clutching her favorite rattle, Seo-woo walked excitedly, only to suddenly tumble forward.
“Yoo Seo-woo!”
Just as I startled and moved to rush to her, the child whimpered, stood up, and giggled as if nothing had happened, continuing on her way. I had long since given up counting how many laps she had made around the living room. Seeing the child show no signs of fatigue, I ultimately decided to resort to my last option.
“Our Seo-woo, it’s time for a nap.”
Upon realizing her feet were dangling in the air, Seo-woo began to cry. Even as I tried to soothe her by patting her back, she squirmed wildly, as if demanding to be put down immediately.
‘What should I do?’
I already knew the answer to stop her crying, but I simply lacked the energy to follow Seo-woo around anymore. Moreover, her nap time had already passed.
“Seo-woo, let’s go ‘ko-ah’ with Daddy.”
As I tried to coax the ceaselessly crying child toward her room, he approached without a word and swiftly took Seo-woo from me. Having just returned from work, he looked less like the familiar Seon Woo-jung and more like Han Jung-woo, an executive at Daejin Group.
A melting smile softened his usually cold face as he gently wiped the tears from the child’s swollen cheeks.
“My little princess, do you want to walk a bit more?”
As if understanding his words, the child gave a small nod. When he carefully set her down, Seo-woo sniffled and began waddling around the living room once more.
“It’s nap time.”
“Well, she’ll probably fall asleep once she gets tired.”
He shrugged, then subtly took my hand. Glancing back, I saw his secretary standing quietly, bowing in greeting.
“Did you finish all your work?”
“Hmm, more or less?”
It was clear to anyone that he had abandoned his tasks to come home, but from past experience, I knew nagging him would be futile. All I could do was let out a deep sigh.
“Didn’t you miss me?”
He suddenly leaned in, his expression shifting to one of feigned pity as he asked. The answer he wanted was obvious, but caught off guard, my reply was a little delayed.
“Was I the only one who missed you?”
“No, I missed you too.”
Despite saying so, the truth was he had left at 10 AM and returned at 3 PM, meaning we had only been apart for a mere five hours. Yet, he acted as if we had been separated for days. His sincere declaration that he wished we could be together twenty-four hours a day was an added bonus.
He had always suffered from severe separation anxiety. However, its intensity had escalated significantly after I failed to awaken for a week following the birth of our child.
If I was out of his sight, he would cause a complete uproar. During our unavoidable separations, I had to contact him almost every five minutes.
Eventually, I, unable to bear it any longer, promised not to leave without a word. Only then did he finally let go of some of his anxiety.
Of course, I pretended not to know that he was still watching me through the CCTV cameras installed throughout the house.
“Should I quit my job?”
“If you do, Chairman Han will clutch his neck and collapse.”
“What does it matter? He’s not even my father anyway—”
Startled, I clapped my free hand over his mouth. I glanced back at his secretary, relieved that he seemed not to have heard everything.
“I told you not to say that.”
“Why? It’s the truth.”
He pouted, then kissed my palm. Regardless, to others, we were Yoo Seo-jin and Han Jung-woo.
Here, Yoo Joon-hee and Seon Woo-jung simply didn’t exist.
“I think acting is better. Do you know how hard corporate work is?”
“No, I’ve never done it.”
“Good, never do it. I’ll take care of you, hyung.”
He awkwardly contorted his body, resting his forehead on my shoulder. Taking a deep breath, he murmured to himself, “This feels good.”
“Shall we go upstairs?”
“Now?”
He took my hand, intending to go up to the second floor. When I expressed concern for Seo-woo, who would be alone, he gestured to his secretary.
Only after seeing his secretary begin to trail dutifully behind the excited child did I allow him to lead me up the stairs. He led me across the long corridor directly into the room. As soon as the door closed, he pinned me against the wall and pressed his lips against mine.
“Hmph.”
His thick tongue brazenly swirled inside my mouth, stealing the last vestiges of my breath. I lightly tapped his chest, a silent plea for him to slow down, but he, predictably, paid no heed.
His cold hand slipped beneath my clothes, teasing my erect nipples. Then, with a squeezing pinch, beads of milk, not yet dried, welled forth.
He playfully flicked my damp nipples before finally separating our tightly sealed lips. “Haa,” I gasped, desperately trying to regain my breath.
“It seems to be getting lighter.”
He murmured regretfully, then bent low and slowly licked my breast. Just as I was about to cry out for him to stop, his thick hand covered my mouth.
“Shh, someone might hear us outside.”
He usually paid no mind to such things, only bringing it up when it suited him. He knew perfectly well that no sound from this room, nestled in the farthest corner of the second floor, could possibly reach the living room.
“You’re not breastfeeding Seo-woo anymore, are you?”
I gave a small nod, and he smiled in satisfaction before taking a large bite of my breast. His tongue, which had been wantonly exploring my mouth moments before, now began to persistently lick the small, sensitive nub.
It was already a sensitive spot, and with the continuous stimulation, my hips involuntarily arched, and my core grew damp. I could feel my pants becoming saturated.
“So, this place is only for me to feast on now.”
He sucked until the small nub visibly swelled, then moved his lips to the other side. If his hand hadn’t been covering my mouth, embarrassing sounds would have escaped uncontrollably.
‘I’m dizzy.’
Before I knew it, our pheromones were wildly entangled within the room. With every breath I drew through the gaps in his fingers, my vision blurred, and my legs weakened.
“Shall we go to the bed?”
I nodded, and he swept my swaying body into his arms, carrying me toward the bed. Gently setting me down, he swiftly loosened the tie constricting his neck.
“Why are you so excited?”
“It’s all because of you… ngh.”
“Yes, it’s because of me.”
Each time our lower bodies brushed together, a soft moan escaped. With every rub against my clothes, I felt a gush of moisture.
He stripped away my pants and underwear in one swift motion, revealing my thoroughly wet core. Getting his fingers sticky with my slick precum, he licked it off with his tongue.
“Why would you—”
“Then, shall I bury my face and properly feast on it?”
Though we had been intimate countless times, I never grew accustomed to him caressing my nether regions. The thought of him burying his face between my buttocks and licking my opening was, in particular, horrifying.
“S-stop it.”
“Hmm, what should I do?”
He playfully cocked one eyebrow, then grasped my ankles and spread my legs wide apart. His gaze, openly scrutinizing my exposed core, felt overwhelmingly intrusive.
“I told you not to do this!”
“Why? It’s so beautiful.”
He pressed down firmly on my struggling thighs, then bent low. The hot breath caressing my twitching opening made my shoulders tremble.
“B-but Seo-woo is outside—”
“It’s fine. My secretary is here, and the nannies will be back soon.”
“If they hear sounds—”
“You know it won’t be heard.”
I glared at him, my eyes sharp at his changed words. He offered an apologetic expression that didn’t quite match his words, then buried his face between my slick, wet buttocks.
“Do you know this? That your inner flesh is also so beautiful, hyung.”
He uttered words that sounded nothing like a compliment, then thrust his tongue into my opening. “Hmph,” I stifled a sound, choosing instead to close my eyes and try to ignore the situation.
“Don’t hold back your sounds.”
His thick fingers forced their way between my tightly pressed lips. As the gap widened, panting breaths mingled with the groans I had desperately tried to suppress, escaping uncontrollably.
He sucked persistently until my core felt utterly pliant, then somewhat abruptly unzipped his pants. Thinking it might be over, I cautiously opened my eyes to assess the situation.
As he pulled down his underwear, his confined erection sprang out with a thud. Clear precum oozed from his menacingly twitching shaft.
He roughly wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand, then opened the bedside drawer and fumbled inside.
“Ah…”
It seemed the condoms, which should always have been there, were nowhere to be found. Now that I thought about it, I recalled mentioning yesterday that we had run out and needed to buy more; it must have slipped my mind.
“…This is driving me crazy.”
He gritted his teeth, carefully choosing his words in front of me. Pushing his fallen hair back, he pondered what to do.
To stop now would be impossible, as we were both too aroused. However, proceeding without contraception carried a high risk of pregnancy, leaving us with no viable options.
“Hyung, first, there are no condoms…”
He made me squeeze my thighs tightly together, then buried his shaft deep between them. The column rubbing against my tender flesh was hot and incredibly firm.
“Just this once, then I’ll order condoms immediately.”
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