Ch.331331. The Third Will Be a Little Sister

Late at night. After changing into my pajamas, I checked on Woocheon’s sleeping face before returning to my room. Maybe because he’s still young, by the time I get home from work, he’s already had an early dinner and fallen asleep, so I hardly see him except when he’s sleeping.

Before I got a job, I at least got to make eye contact with him every day, but since I’m so busy, I can’t even show him his father’s face properly. I hope Woocheon doesn’t forget what his dad looks like.

This won’t do. I should spend a lot of time playing with Woocheon on the weekend while looking at cherry blossoms. With that resolution in mind, I arranged the bedding. The pillow and blanket were already in place, so I just smoothed out the wrinkles and rolled up a towel to put in the bedside drawer, just in case.

It’s within easy reach, so I can take it out and lay it down immediately if needed. For example, if we need to do that kind of thing, or something like that.

“……”

I suddenly came to my senses after having strange thoughts. Hmm, what’s wrong with me? Maybe because of the photos I saw earlier today, I keep having inappropriate thoughts.

Think only good thoughts, good thoughts. As I was repeating this to myself, the closed bedroom door creaked. Like something out of a spy movie, carefully opening the door while trying not to make a sound was none other than Hwa Nabi.

Wrapped in a thick shower robe, she quietly closed the door, approached me, and whispered in a voice so low that only I could hear.

“Husband, Woohee just fell asleep.”

“Yeah, good job. I’ve set up the bedding, so you can come lie down.”

“Huh, thank you.”

Hwa Nabi, with her hair tied up prettily, came and lay down beside me. I turned off the room lights with the remote, switched to the night light, and lay down as well.

“Did you read her a fairy tale again today?”

“Yes, I read ‘The Fairy and the Woodcutter.’ Woohee was listening very attentively, you know?”

“Really? Why?”

“The reason was really funny. What was it again? She said she liked how the woodcutter would use any means necessary to get what he wanted. Huh, isn’t that amusing?”

“……”

Did I just hear that wrong? Liking how someone would use any means necessary to get what they want—what is she, some politician secretly nurturing ambition?

Our Woohee, is she really going to be okay like this? As I was seriously pondering this, Hwa Nabi caressed my chest and quietly laughed.

……I immediately erased all worries from my mind. Ah, well. It’ll be fine. People need ambition to move forward in life. You know, as they say, great inventions start from personal desires, and human history progresses because of people’s ambitions. So having some ambition might actually help Woohee’s future.

“By the way, husband. Do you know what our Woohee’s dream is?”

“Dream? Didn’t she say she wanted to be president last time?”

“Yes, that’s what I thought too. But when I asked her today, she said she doesn’t want to be president anymore. And the reason is…”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“She said the president is just a president in name only and can’t do whatever they want, so she wants to be something else instead of president. Um… I think she said she wants to be a high prosecutor?”

“She wants to be a high prosecutor…?”

Well, certainly, with investigative authority in Korea, what couldn’t you do… but regardless, it’s a bit shocking.

A four-year-old child dreaming of becoming a high prosecutor. Not a president, doctor, or scientist, but a high prosecutor. Something seems wrong here.

“Does our Woohee want a lot of things…?”

“Oh my, you didn’t know? Woohee has such great ambition. You’d be surprised if you really knew.”

“Huh, really…”

If the word “ambition” is coming from Hwa Nabi’s mouth, just how grand a picture is she painting? I couldn’t even begin to imagine and just let out a hollow laugh, when Hwa Nabi suddenly sat up and placed her hand on my chest.

“Woohee is a child who wants many things. You saw it earlier, didn’t you? How she was using tactics on you to get another cat.”

“That was a tactic…?”

“Well, ‘tactic’ might sound a bit strange, but you get the nuance, right? Woohee is smarter than you think. Maybe that’s why? She wants a lot of things. Like cats, or siblings.”

“…She wants more siblings too?”

“Yes, she said she’d like to have just one more little sister. She said that would make being the eldest daughter more enjoyable.”

Usually, don’t kids ask for siblings because they’re lonely or bored with no one to play with? She’s asking for a sibling for a much more mature reason than I expected, which honestly leaves me a bit dumbfounded.

Needing two siblings to enjoy being the eldest daughter—what is this? I was at a loss for words, just fumbling with my lips, when Hwa Nabi started unbuttoning my pajama shirt one by one.

“What do you think, husband?”

“Huh? Well, I…”

“Answer clearly. Yes or no?”

I suddenly wasn’t sure what was supposed to be yes or no, as the question lacked a clear focus. But for some reason, I felt like I should answer yes.

“Yes…?”

“……Huh.”

Seemingly satisfied with my answer, Hwa Nabi slowly pulled down the loosely fastened front of her robe with her finger. Through the gap, milky white skin and pink underwear peeked through.

My Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously, probably because I’m a man. Sometimes I hate my gender at times like this. Regardless of my will, visual stimulation alone keeps making strange thoughts spring up.

Is it because of my instinct as a male? I just can’t take my eyes off Hwa Nabi’s underwear that keeps peeking through. So I just stared intently, and Hwa Nabi, noticing my gaze, laughed quietly.

“Our husband is so consistent. Do you like breasts that much?”

“It’s not that I like breasts, I like you…”

“You like me, and you like my breasts?”

“……”

Being a man, I can’t deny it. To be honest, what man in the world doesn’t like his woman’s breasts?

Breasts are nice on their own, but if they’re big, pretty, smell good, and soft, it’s impossible not to like them.

If you don’t like them, either you have sexual function issues or you don’t like women. Unfortunately, I don’t fall into either category. I’m just like any ordinary man who goes crazy for breasts….

“Husband, why can’t you speak? Do you dislike my breasts?”

“No, well… I don’t dislike them, I like them.”

“Your voice is too quiet, I can’t hear you.”

“I said I like them…”

“What did you say, ‘like’? Are you cursing at me right now?”

“Nabi, are you doing this on purpose…?”

Hwa Nabi, who had just used a vulgar word, gives me a smiling glance. Judging by her reaction, she’s definitely pretending not to know to tease me, but her smile is so pretty that I can’t even press her hard about it.

Indeed, I’m too soft on Hwa Nabi….

“Husband, your hand.”

“Why my hand?”

“Quickly. Come on, your hand.”

I gave her one hand as she asked, and she immediately interlocked our fingers tightly. Surely she’s not just trying to hold hands, right? She must have some purpose… but what is it?

There aren’t many things a married couple can do holding hands indoors. At most, they can embrace each other or make eye contact and talk. Isn’t that why people hold hands in the first place? Outside, you can at least walk around holding hands, but on a bed, all you can do is -smooch.

“……Huh.”

Besides kissing like this, there’s nothing special about it.

“……”

Right, there’s nothing special. But I don’t know why my chest keeps tingling. They say if your heart beats fast for no reason, you should suspect arrhythmia. Maybe I should go for a health checkup.

While I was having such foolish thoughts, I didn’t notice Hwa Nabi’s other hand moving. She had already grabbed my other wrist and slowly pulled it to place it on the tie of her shower robe.

“Husband, do you know?”

“……What?”

“They say if you make love from behind, there’s a higher chance of having a baby girl.”

“……”

It was a statement without scientific basis or credibility. But somehow, right now, it felt like it could really be true.

And come to think of it, lately we’ve always been facing each other, haven’t we? It’s nice to make love while looking into each other’s eyes, but sometimes doing it from behind like animals isn’t bad either. They say it stimulates a man’s desire to conquer and a woman’s masochistic tendencies.

“So, you want to do it that way tonight?”

“Yes, do you mind?”

As if I would.

“When I can’t see your face, I can’t control myself well, but is that okay?”

“Huh, you talk as if you control yourself so well normally? When your eyes roll back, you show no mercy anyway.”

“Someone might think that’s true if they heard you.”

“Oh my, are you saying I’m lying? I still have the video we took last time, want to check?”

“……There’s no need to check.”

“Oh, you’re avoiding my eyes. There’s something you feel guilty about, right?”

As if telling me not to avoid answering, Hwa Nabi pokes my cheek with her finger. I grab her finger and lightly lick the tip.

As my tongue touches it, she seems ticklish, twisting her body and trying hard not to laugh. I don’t let go of her finger and continue licking it. By the time it’s covered in saliva, the tightly tied knot of her shower robe has loosened.

“Whoa, mmm… husband, you’re such a pervert, why are you licking my finger…?”

“Why, should I lick somewhere else?”

“Wow, just listen to you. You’re really a pervert, a pervert.”

“All men are perverts by nature.”

I answered briefly and laid Hwa Nabi down. The front of her shower robe is wide open. Through the gap, her slender waist and rounded breasts captivate my gaze.

Though less revealing than a swimsuit, a woman’s bare skin has a strange power to hold a man’s gaze. After admiring Hwa Nabi’s figure intently, I firmly held both her hands and interlocked our fingers.

“Woohee said that, right? That she’d like to have one more little sister.”

“Yes, she did, didn’t she?”

“Then, since it came up, shall we make one tonight?”

“……Huh, pervert.”