Episode 173. Resolution (2)

“Behave yourself.”

“Just let me touch you a little…”

A thick, rough arm wrapped around her body, and her body, remembering her husband’s touch, flushed slightly. It must be because she, too, had built-up sexual desire. Like the smell of food when you’re hungry, her body, which had been quiet until now, heated up after Edward had pleasured her breasts in the bathroom.

“Hng, ha, don’t…”

“I was disappointed it got cut off earlier.”

When his hand touched her, she lost strength in her body, making it hard to resist. The more he touched her, the more sensitive and delicate she became. She felt like something was wrong with her body.

Before she knew it, his arm slipped between the floor and her body, completely embracing her. Lying on her side like a shrimp, Edward continued to stimulate her from behind. Aside from penetration, this was exactly like a sex position… Just as she was thinking that, she felt intense heat between Monica’s butt cheeks.

The object, which had not only heat but also hardness and immense size… Is, is that a penis? Was it always this big? She didn’t know if it was because he was deliberately pressing it against her, but her husband’s thing, which she hadn’t felt in a long time, was enormous. Feeling the object warming her from her butt to her lower back, Monica felt a strange emotion.

The fact that it had gotten this big because of her wasn’t entirely bad news. But she couldn’t tell if he was doing this because he liked her, or if it was simply because he, too, had built-up sexual desire… She wished it was the former, but even if it was the latter and she felt resentful, she hesitated to scold him.

If he had built-up sexual desire and she didn’t properly satisfy him, wouldn’t he go find another woman to have sex with? In that case, wouldn’t it be better for her to accept him now, when he was turning to her…? Feeling her husband pressed tightly against her back, showing off even more, Monica hesitated.

No, but she shouldn’t accept him this easily. Ugh, if she let him off the hook like this after just one day… wouldn’t he just gloss over everything? What was the reason she ran out of the bathroom earlier? Thinking that made it much easier to steel her resolve.

Right. Now that she’d started, she couldn’t end it on such ambiguous terms. Just in time, Edward’s hand slipped into her pajama pants. Monica firmly grabbed his hand to stop him, then picked up a pillow.

“I told you, don’t!”

“Augh, s-sorry.”

Thwack. Thwack.

She relentlessly beat Edward with the pillow. Heh, she knew that no matter how hard she hit him with her strength, it wouldn’t hurt much. In the first place, the pillow she used was incredibly soft, so there was hardly any impact. Monica shouted even louder in front of her husband, who was pretending to be in pain, to hide her flushed body.

“Get out! Sleep in your room tonight!”

“Your room is my room, honey…”

Thwack-

The pillow flew again and hit Edward’s head. Enough with the useless talk. His depressed face, as if he’d been shocked, bothered her a little, but she shook her head to clear her mind. What a slick man he was. That was all an act, an act. No matter how much she loved… no, loved. She used to love him. Anyway, even if it was the man she used to love, this was an issue she needed to address clearly this time.

It would be fine if she felt his sincerity at once, like with Winnie. But Edward’s apology didn’t have any soul… well, not none, but it was a bit lacking.

“In your room. You. Sleep. Alone.”

“Ah, okay…”

“I clearly said sleep alone.”

“Yeah, I’ll sleep alone.”

Hmph, how could she trust him? Just wait and see if she heard that he spent the night with his mother, Winnie, or Daria. Then she would just… Hooo.

Believing that he had that much sense… no, conscience, she sent Edward out. She would have to endure as much as Edward endured… it was unavoidable if she wanted to punish him. Thinking that, Monica picked up the fallen pillow. She couldn’t sleep without it…

But the pillow wasn’t the problem when it came to sleeping. The sexual stimulation that had only built up earlier and hadn’t been released continued to torment her body.

“Haa, haa…”

Could he have put some kind of strange medicine on his hands? Her breasts, where his hands had touched, were hot. Monica couldn’t fall asleep with her body flushed, unlike usual, even in the middle of winter.

She tried to ignore it, deliberately diverting her attention elsewhere, but the more she blocked out information by closing her eyes, the clearer her remaining senses became. For example, her sense of touch, things like that.

The more she paid attention, the worse it got. Thinking that, she buried her face in the pillow and burrowed into the thick blanket, but that was a mistake too. Her heightened senses, her nose that smelled, picked up an unusual scent lingering on the bed.

The spot where Edward had been lying earlier, the pillow that had touched Edward’s body. Monica hurriedly jumped out of the blanket because of the masculine scent coming from there. Covering her flushed face with both hands, Monica sat up on the bed. Really, was her husband not going to be helpful even at times like this?

Sleeping was the best when she was in a bad mood. After agonizing over it for a while, Monica finally decided that she had to resolve it somehow and then sleep, so she lay back down in her place. She couldn’t call her husband. It wouldn’t make sense for her to call another man just because her husband had done that. Hmm…

Should she cover herself with the blanket or not? Um… it was chilly, so it would be better to cover herself. The smell of her husband trapped in the blanket would be helpful for what she was about to do. With a different purpose than before, but in the same position, Monica curled up in the blanket and brought her own hand to her hotly flushed breasts.

She never thought she would be doing something like this after getting married. Before getting married, she hardly knew anything about this kind of act, and after getting married, she had a husband. Even in sex education class, they only taught her how to treat her husband, not how to pleasure herself.

So Monica’s hand movements were very clumsy. She could only vaguely recall the feeling of her husband’s touch and awkwardly imitate it. The stimulation that followed couldn’t compare to the pleasure she always received. Edward must have touched her a lot, because he was good at this… In the end, Monica, who didn’t find much fun with her breasts, changed her destination.

‘…It’s a little hot.’

Still, she was doing that kind of thing inside the blanket, so she was sweating even in the middle of winter. Before her pajamas got completely wet and soggy, she took them all off. Naked, she curled up in the blanket again.

‘Edward, you bad guy.’

Making her do such a… embarrassing thing at her age. Actually, she had done it a little whenever Edward went on business trips. But she didn’t like the fact that she had to be doing this even though her husband had returned. Not that she was going to suggest having sex first.

Fortunately, the lower part was originally put there by God for this purpose, so it was easily stimulated. In particular, the small bean attached to the top provided a subtle stimulation just by touching it, and if she gently pressed it once with something like a fingernail, it would give her a strong, twitching stimulation. Monica’s body trembled slightly at the intensity.

But something felt different. It was different from the suffocating stuffiness and dizziness, and the pleasure that came from being filled with a thick object that didn’t seem like it would ever fit inside. The feeling that didn’t reach that level was frustrating in a different way, so she put her finger inside, but even with her small hand, she couldn’t get a similar feeling.

‘No, ha…’

What was she supposed to do if she wanted to do it even more after masturbating? Frustrated, she moved her fingers diligently, but the more she did, the more she thought of her husband, who used to reach deep inside her. Still, at that precarious moment when she was trying to reach something similar to an orgasm by repeating the movements.

Knock knock.

Monica’s body stiffened at the sudden knock. Who was it? Had Edward come back again? She thought he had obediently left… How dare he not listen and disturb her time. Firmly resolving that she wouldn’t sleep with him here tonight no matter what he said, Monica immediately lay down as if she hadn’t done anything.

Squeak-

‘He just opens the door without waiting for an answer.’

“Um, excuse me…”

But Monica, slightly flustered by the high, thin voice that was different from what she expected, looked towards the door. There, Winnie was looking at her with a very frightened expression, watching her reaction.

“From today, would it be okay if I stayed here, Count-nim…?”

“…What do you mean, Count-nim.”

Awkwardly.

It was true that she had done something that could make things awkward, but she should know how to be more flexible. Winnie needed a bit of Edward’s slick attitude. Looking at it like this, it would be nice if they were half and half.