episode_0070

Elysia not only put a burden on me with her eyes, but also with her actual actions. He put down the fork he had been holding just a moment ago next to the plate and started begging me to feed him cake just like I fed the kids cake.

“Paula, feed me cake too.”

“Huh? You’re a grown adult, so you can eat your own cake. Why are you asking me to feed you?”

“Feed me~ Feed me~”

To my eyes, the sight of Elysia puffing out her cheeks and making a fuss looked cute, but I was scared to show it to other people. Since logic doesn’t seem to work, I guess I have no choice but to feed him cake.

“Really… it’s difficult. I thought there were two adults, two babies, and a maid in our house. Now I see that I was the only adult and there were three babies.”

I shook my head as if I really had no choice and tilted my fork to dig into the cake, and Elicia whispered in my ear so the children wouldn’t hear.

“Your eldest daughter can’t cover up her pee, so she soaks the bedsheets every night… Are you going to pretend to be a decent adult?”

“What… what!”

I was so shocked that I turned my face back, but it was a statement I couldn’t find anything to refute. Since being reunited with me, Bryn has never once drawn a map on the baby’s bed. In fact, she is so proud that she changes the diaper of her younger sibling, who is a little older than me, but I feel like she is a grown adult…

If we add to the criteria for distinguishing adults from children whether they are over 19 years old or not and whether they have trouble urinating normally without wearing a diaper, Elysia would pass without any problems, but I, who developed urinary incontinence at this age, would be considered an adult. The child who failed passed the test… I guess.

“Ugh… Okay. Okay… let’s end that story here. I’ll feed you cake, ah~ ”

“It’s bland… Ah~”

When I held the fork with the cake on it right in front of my lips, Elisia stopped talking about the topic that was making my face burn and opened my lips. I was scared that Elysia might change her mind, so I rushed in and put the cake on her pink, ripe tongue and came out.

Elysia glanced downward to confirm that the fork was out, closed her lips and cupped her cheeks to melt the cake, just like the two children did before, then threw it down her throat and said a word of thanks.

“I think it tastes better when my beloved wife feeds it to me than when I eat it by moving the fork myself. Thank you for feeding me.”

Elysia smiles like a young girl with her first love. Really… She’s a pure beauty who doesn’t seem to have anything to do with extremely thick dicks when you look at her like this… Why does she get so rough in bed every night?

“But I was expecting something different… Can you feed me with your mouth instead of a fork?”

After hearing that, I felt uneasy for no reason. My intuition is that if I grant Elysia’s request, I will have to pay a huge price, but if she does not, I will be forced to grant that favor. However, other than intuition, there is not a single physical evidence that shows what exactly Elysia is up to.

I asked the question in the cautious manner of a German reconnaissance party entering for the first time what was once a large Soviet city turned into a silent ruin after being bombarded by heavy artillery units.

“Mouth… With your mouth? Are you really going to just eat cake and strawberries and do nothing? Be honest. What are you planning to do to my mouth when the kids are around?”

“What do you mean? No matter what you say, you always do it. Aren’t you doing too much to me for making you a strawberry cake to relieve your morning sickness?”

It wasn’t wrong, so I lost again.

“Mi, I’m sorry… I’ll feed you with my mouth… whatever you want. This time I will put a strawberry in your mouth, so try to open your mouth.”

After giving a warning in a passive manner, I lightly bite the green leaf part of the strawberry with my front teeth and move towards Elysia’s lips, who are waiting for my lips to come closer. I felt like a captain driving a ship, knowing that a hungry Cthulhu was waiting ahead, but I couldn’t stop.

When I got right in front of Elysia’s lips, which were wide apart, she suddenly grabbed my chin with one hand and pressed the back of my head with the other hand, pressing my lips hard. It happened so quickly that it was impossible to avoid it.

“Whoop?!”

First of all, I succeeded in putting a strawberry in Elysia’s mouth as she wanted, but I had no intention of giving a deep kiss that would have a detrimental effect on the children’s healthy emotional development, so I had to apply strength to my neck… to pull it back. … I don’t have any strength…!

As if even the spinal nerves I had trusted could no longer live without Elysia, Elysia did not listen to the commands of her brain, and after pushing the strawberry I had delivered into her cheek, Elysia began to move her tongue in earnest and ravage my tongue.

Like a vine climbing up a rotten old tree, it starts from the tip of my tongue and wraps itself around the root of my tongue. It pushes the sticky saliva left over from melting the cake deep into my mouth, and places a piece of strawberry cut with its own teeth into the joint of my lips. After placing it, you can turn the pieces into juice and share it.

I couldn’t resist Elysia, so I fluttered my eyelids, felt where and how her tongue moved, engraved it in my mind, and let out an exclamation of joy.

“Ha-eup…♡ Hung, wow-eup♡”

There was no time to raise complaints such as ‘Such an unhealthy kiss in front of children…!’ Only after the strawberry between our lips was replaced with 100% juice was I able to break away from Elysia with a flushed face and regain the freedom to breathe.

“Phew… Haaa…♡”

When I opened my half-closed eyes again, I saw Elysia smiling leisurely, and Bryn’s eyes were wide and not making any sound, as if he was seriously contemplating what he had just seen.

Of all the people in the kitchen, Free was the only one sitting with a truly nonchalant expression. Although Free was smarter than other babies, she wasn’t smart enough to understand adults’ love. She didn’t even glance at this and was only focused on the cake her hummingbird friend was feeding her. He is truly a consistent child.

I didn’t know about Free, but I opened my mouth because I felt like I had to explain to Bryn, whose innocence was threatened.

“Uh, umm… So… This is like the kiss between the prince and princess in the storybook my mom reads to me every day. It’s nothing else, so don’t misunderstand.”

“Po…po. Then the princess is the mother, and the prince… who is he?”

It feels like making an excuse only makes the situation worse rather than resolving it. I feel like if I make a mistake here, I’ll end up in the same situation again… What should I say?

Since I presented an excuse based on a children’s book, it seems I have no choice but to provide an answer based on a children’s book this time as well.

“Where is the prince? It’s here. Here, over here, the pink-haired sister… no, dad. Dad plays the role of a prince from a fairy tale book, and mom plays the role of a princess. You can think of it that way.”

“The pink-haired sister…is Bryn’s father…? He’s mom’s prince…?”

Bryn, who saw Elysia’s face every day but had no memory of playing happily with her, tilted his head back and forth as if he was not convinced. My heart shrank when I saw that. I wasn’t sure I could convince them all at once, because if the story really went like this, there was nothing more to say.

From a legal perspective (let’s forget for a moment that there is no country that legally protects same-sex marriage in this day and age), there is room to show Elisia to Bryn and introduce her as her (new) father.

Thanks to Hannah’s document manipulation skills, a legally valid adopter-adoptee relationship was established between Bryn and me, and although Elisia and I did not even register our marriage, let alone hold a wedding, we are in a common-law relationship, dating on the premise of marriage. .

If you combine these two into one, the formula ‘Elysia = my husband = stepfather of my adopted daughter, Bryn’ is born.

Fortunately, before I could say such a complex story that would be of no use to my child, Bryn nodded slowly, indicating that she would trust me and move on.

“Ugh… Since mom is telling lies to Bryn, Bryn is going to take care of mom!”

I’m sorry, Bryn… I was lying when I said it was a kiss, and what I did with Elysia wasn’t a kiss, it was a kiss. When you are in middle school, or as early as the upper grades of elementary school, you will realize what the actions you saw today are, so until then, please remain in the world of innocence.

Afterwards, Elysia and I took each piece of cake on each person’s plate and had time to eat it by dipping it with a fork until it was all gone. The children then lay down until the pieces of whipped cream cake and strawberries in their stomachs were properly digested. After playing with him so he could keep his eyes open, I took him to a room with a baby bed and put him to sleep.

Protecting children’s innocence seems to be harder than you think.