episode_0098

“Hehe.”

Upon waking up, my mood improves once again.

It happens every time.

Every time, it’s joyful.

“Ugh….”

Every time, it hurts.

I wonder if my body is optimized for lewd things or if Oppa is just extraordinary.

Whether I’m being seduced or doing the seducing, I’m not quite sure, but one thing’s for sure—pregnancy is confirmed.

It feels like being filled to the brim.

Like when you say “Fill it up at the gas station~” and pay tens of thousands of won to fill your car with fuel until it’s full.

“Ouch….”

Pain is pain. It doesn’t escalate like an illness.

Instead, I seemed to be getting addicted to this pain.

My back hurts, my hips ache, but they start to get better after a while.

It seems like my body is changing to suit Oppa more as the frequency increases.

“Phew….”

After exercising, coffee tastes especially sweet.

Of course… it’s instant coffee.

“Ugh….”

“Oh. Are you up?”

There’s a sense of déjà vu from yesterday.

If I wake up first, Oppa looks for me, and if Oppa wakes up first, I look for him.

Even searching for myself next to me.

It’s exactly the same.

“Come here. Have some coffee.”

I lightly poke Oppa, who’s weak in the mornings, and he quickly gets up to drink the coffee I prepared earlier.

“Should we… rest today?”

“Well, we did enough yesterday, didn’t we?”

“…I’m worried it might hurt.”

“Because we did enough yesterday.”

As if remembering something, Oppa opens his phone and shows me a picture.

“A swimming pool…?”

“Yeah. They have a swimming pool here too.”

A swimming pool by the sea.

It seems odd, but surprisingly, there are many good points.

Swimming while looking at the sea is nice.

You don’t taste the saltiness on your lips, and the view is great from a high vantage point.

Playing with sand might be prohibited, but if cleanliness is a virtue, then the fact that your body can’t get covered in sand could be considered a disadvantage.

“So, today it’s the swimming pool.”

If showing off my lovely figure is the goal, then preparing a swimsuit seems fun.

“Should I… bring stockings too?”

“Nah. I’m not that obsessed with stockings.”

…But that’s unlikely.

Someone who wears stockings with a swimsuit would probably be thrilled.

“Just kidding. I’ll do it tonight.”

“…Okay.”

As expected, that was more likely.

*

“Wow… it’s scary.”

“It’s because they made the glass really thick for viewing.”

Below the explanation about the thick glass displayed, I read the description.

“Wow….”

After reading the explanation, I gaze at the swimming pool spread out before me.

The swimming pool is transparent all the way to the wall.

Naturally, the view widens due to this feature.

It couldn’t be obstructed by a railing.

Since the railing was made of glass, the vast sea was clearly visible.

After some light stretching, I enter the water.

“It’s not too cold.”

It wasn’t cold.

In fact, it was warm.

It was a comfortably moderate temperature, not too hot.

“Ah, hold me…”

The depth was shallow enough for me to touch the ground, so even though I can’t swim, I felt like I could enjoy it.

Despite seeing the bottom, which made me a bit scared despite reading the instructions, I held onto Oppa.

Lightly holding onto him, we slowly moved forward and soon reached the end.

“I might develop an unfounded fear of heights.”

I found another advantage of having a large chest.

The glass below doesn’t show, so I only see what’s in front of me.

But what’s in front is also glass.

“Phew, it’s light. I should eat more.”

“It’s because of the water. And it’ll get heavier soon.”

My weight is increasing because of the baby.

“…Oh. Pregnant women aren’t supposed to exercise, right?”

“Hmm…”

The sudden thought was truly appreciated.

I don’t have to exercise. Right. That’s correct.

“Yes…!”

“I’ll look into it. I’ll definitely consult Suhyun and make sure she exercises properly.”

“Do you really need to go that far~”

“Of course. You need to be healthy for the baby to be born healthy.”

I should refrain from being too excited in front of them.

“Not exercising…is not allowed…?”

“Yes. Not allowed.”

Fresh and cute. Even with politeness, the response returned as a refusal.

“That’s mean…”

“It’s better to give up. Exercise is a good thing that clears both the body and mind.”

Even the brother who says this is taking a break from exercising with me.

I wonder where he goes and what he does; I wonder if his muscles are still toned.

“Do you really need muscles for a sexy and pretty body…?”

“It’s not about muscles but about building stamina, so don’t worry.”

“Aww….”

“If your stamina increases…you might be able to do more for longer…”

With his words about increasing stamina, the thought of exercising comes back to me.

It takes a lot of time to start exercising when there is a reason, intention, and goal.

More than half of the time spent thinking about exercising takes up 99%, and the remaining 1% is the time spent actually exercising.

And that’s about two hours a day…?

“Since I’m going with you, you won’t go alone, right?”

“…That’s correct.”

“Usually, when you first start exercising, having someone with you forces you to exercise even if it’s forced. Later on, you slowly discover the joy of exercising.”

Joy…

If he answers so enthusiastically like that, making plans for exercise later, I can’t avoid going anymore.

“Yes…I’ll go. I’m going.”

We decided to talk about exercising later and for now, we enjoyed swimming.

Since breath-holding was already trained through kissing, I did well and scored high.

You shouldn’t hold your breath while kissing… but I was quite clumsy at first.

“Mmm…it tastes good.”

We played in the water, fooled around, then came out and lay in the shade, drinking mango shakes and resting.

“I want some too.”

Playing is nice, but lying quietly and resting is the best.

It seems like playing is better than staying in the shade to escape the heat and enjoy the scenery, but I’m still just a kid.

“Hmm. How old do I look?”

“…High school student?”

“Do I look like a kid?”

Looks are one thing.

This time, I answered a bit differently, talking about my mental age.

“You seem youthful, but…that’s not it, so adult…?”

“Hmm…what does that mean?”

“Sometimes I think you look like a kid…but you cook at a professional level, have a strong sexual appetite…though young, you’re pretty, cute, comforting. Yes, like an adult, right?”

I decided to take it as a compliment.

Having a strong sexual appetite isn’t a big deal.

Seems like it’s all good news for my brother.

“Did you take your medicine today?”

“Yes. It’s tough without it.”

Praising with full of compliments but slipping in criticisms in between makes one focus only on the flaws.

There were many positive comments, though.

“Thank you for seeing the good in me.”

“That’s why you married me, right?”

“Hehe. That’s right.”

I tasted a bit of the apple juice my brother had heard about.

“Mmm. Shall I tell you about your strengths?”

“Huh? What is it?”

“You’re handsome…and big?”

“…What?”

Turning his head, my brother checked if there was anyone else around and asked again.

At that moment, this was the only thing that came to mind.

But there are more good things.

If I had only seen this, it would have been a fan club, not a marriage.

“Honest, understanding, kind, and a bit foolish, but I like that foolishness. Always compliments me a lot, says the food I make during meals is delicious… hehe. There’s more, should I say it?”

“If you put it like that, I feel like I should say more.”

Brother covers his mouth with his hand, his face turning red.

“Should I explain my flaws now?”

“….”

“Oh, just kidding.”

“Phew. I almost got offended for a moment there.”

“He only likes stockings, but as long as it’s not an issue… shall we say?”

To call it a flaw would be to overlook something I also enjoy.

It’s the return of the stockings, as expected.

“Well, what can you do about liking good things.”

“When will you get tired of them? You complain it’s hot in the summer.”

“Summer… I agree. But you’ll make sure I wear them in winter, right?”

“I’ll wear tights. Around 300 denier. Plus fleece-lined ones.”

“…Still fine with that.”

It seems like there must always be something hugging my legs.

Every time I ponder what stockings to buy, the internet seems to pick up on it and the algorithms take over.

Thanks to my brother, the shopping app I mainly use only shows me stockings every time.

Sexy underwear or sexy stockings.

Does the word “sexy” alone make me think I need to buy it?

“Sigh… It’s a major flaw.”

That’s correct.

Things he would like are already finding their place in my closet at home.

While searching, I found out there are stockings for winter, but winter has passed and summer has begun.

Thinking about how thin legs faced the cold wind that stockings alone couldn’t stop, I will definitely buy some later.

“Hehe. I’ll be careful.”

“Don’t worry about it. I like it too.”

I don’t understand why stepping on someone’s foot is fun.

A sense of conquest…?

It seems more fitting to attribute that to my brother.

I’m always the first one to fall.

“But why do you like feet? You have breasts here.”

“…I don’t know. It’s instinct.”

“Instinct…?”

I never really had any feelings about feet.

“Am I the only one? Aren’t those things popular because people like them?”

“Those things… I haven’t seen anyone like that.”

“Then how did you learn about it? That thing with… feet.”

“Oh. Through videos…”

Rather than doing it later, men took charge directly.

It wasn’t just left in videos for no reason.

It was a product of supply meeting demand.

“Right? Surely there are people around the world who like it besides me.”

“Even so, it doesn’t seem like something to boast about.”

He turned my wrapping words into solid facts.

Strange hobby indeed.