episode_0143

In each room, A-reum takes care of Bomi, and Sarang takes care of Yeoreum.

Of course, we tried to merge them a few times, but due to the nature of children, they would start crying without even trying.

And this crying spread very quickly, as if it were contagious, so for us and for the children, this was the best we could do.

But we still slept together.

Although it wasn’t a very large space for the three of them to lie down and spend time together, thinking back on the days they spent apart, it was much better, even if it was a little uncomfortable.

It was a series of similar days.

When the children wake up in the morning, we take turns taking care of them.

The three of them sometimes fall asleep together.

I benefited a lot from my mom coming home for work almost every other day, and she really helped me out a lot in many ways.

“Here, I’m putting side dishes in the fridge. These are kids’ clothes, but they’re pretty, so I bought a few. And some toys… … ”

If you look at them, they look like they are taking refuge, but the children’s gifts are in such a large bundle that you wonder how they managed to bring them all.

“… Are you okay? And it must have been hard to bring all of this.”

“It’s hard, how much luggage there is.”

“Ugh, our kids aren’t even one year old yet, what am I going to do with all this clothes?”

“Don’t you know that they grow so fast every day? Look at them later. Even though they seem to be all grown up now, they quickly get smaller and you’ll have to buy new clothes?”

But even so, it’s still too much.

I could say that the children’s clothes were already more than ours at home, so it was safe to say that there was enough to say.

“Hey, spring is here for a bit.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Brother, Yeoreum fell asleep a little while ago. Don’t wake her up for no reason.”

“Oh my, is that what love is telling me to hear?”

“… Hehe, Mom can go and wake her up. Should I tell Yeoreum to wake up because Grandma is here? ”

“Haha, you speak well. Hmm… But, you guys… .”

My mother was looking around at us with an unusually serious expression on her face.

“Why?”

“… Son.”

“No, why are you hesitating? It makes me feel uneasy for no reason.”

“You guys still call each other “hey hey” and “oppa”?”

“… Why is that.”

“No matter how much the genealogy is a dog genealogy, don’t you know how important the title is?”

“… .Mom, no matter what, what’s a dog’s family tree to your own son… .”

“Oh my, did I say something wrong? And that’s not important right now, but how long have you guys been living together like this, huh? How long has it been since you had a kid? But what if you still call each other like that?”

That’s how my mother’s long speech began.

It started with the importance of titles and the power of language.

And the psychological stability that comes from affectionate nicknames and the social gaze on them also continue.

“Oh, I see. I get what you mean.”

“Are you sure I understand correctly?”

“No, I mean… In the end, you’re telling me to use proper titles. Right?”

“Yeah. You can’t keep saying “ya-ya” forever, right? Love means you should stop calling me oppa and use a title that suits your relationship.”

“… Yes.”

“… … .”

And when Mom finished speaking, she stared at us.

“… Again, why.”

“Call me quickly.”

“Ah, okay… I’ll take my time later.”

“Haha, are you embarrassed now? Didn’t you see what Mom and Dad did?”

“Sigh… .”

It was the same for me, but Arami’s pupils were especially trembling.

Love is also shaking as if an earthquake has occurred.

And then Mom, as if she enjoys our reaction, starts whining and telling us to hurry up and sing something.

“Ah! Okay. Go quickly, quickly.”

“Oh my, Mom just got here?”

“I’m going to put the kids to sleep. You don’t have to.”

“Ha! Are you saying that to your mom who came home with side dishes in the morning?”

I had a feeling this was seriously wrong.

So, I felt a little sorry for my mom because I thought that if I didn’t stop now, I would probably be tormented by the same thing all day, but today, I forced myself to go outside.

“Hey! Am I really going to do this? Are you really telling me to go?”

“Oh. Bye, Mom. I won’t go far.”

“These!!”

Bang- ding-ding- clang-

“Sigh… .”

I catch my breath as I watch the front door lock.

And the two of them looked at me like that with eyes full of worry.

“… You don’t have to go that far, right?”

“That’s right. Even from my perspective, it was too much for Mom.”

“Don’t you know my mom?”

The two nodded slightly at my words.

Still, he continued to look at the front door, feeling a little uneasy, but I continued talking with a smirk.

“You guys stopped me if you wanted to. But, you didn’t stop me, did you? If you secretly liked me, how can you act like you’re being nice?”

“… Ha! Oh, no… ?”

“Oh, I’m so dumbfounded!”

The two looked shocked, but the locked front door did not open again.

*

Today was another happy day.

The children fell asleep with angelic faces.

We also lie down on the bed and prepare for sleep.

“Sister, when did you change Bom’s diaper?”

“Ah… I guess it worked.”

“Ugh… I’m definitely going to wake up at dawn.”

“What about summer?”

“I changed it for you before you went to sleep.”

“I wish Bom would just finish what she’s doing and cry now… .”

“Hehehe, will that work out as you want?”

“Should I go and touch your belly right now…?”

“Oh, that’s okay. If that were all true, where would the mothers be waking up at dawn to their babies?”

We were having a small talk that wasn’t really small talk.

“Oppa, ah… .”

“Why?”

“No, it’s just… Every time I call, I keep thinking about what my mom said.”

“Ah, you want me to change my title?”

“Ugh, yeah… I’m worrying for no reason.”

I thought it would be nice if we could quickly change our titles as our relationship changed.

“Oh, I see. It’s difficult.”

I looked at Sarangi.

And then he looks at Arami in turn.

“Ah… Hmm… .”

My mouth doesn’t open well.

For some reason, I felt like my speed was going crazy, and I also felt embarrassed.

“… But, let’s say you change it. Then what should I call it?”

“Ah… Just normal… .”

“Normal, how?”

“… … .”

At Arami’s question, I shut my mouth again.

No, the words that kept lingering in my throat hit me and disappeared back into my stomach.

“… Okay, okay, honey… ?”

“Heh, heh heh… .”

“Ah, it’s so gross… .”

And then the word ‘honey’ came out of Sarang’s mouth, who had been quiet.

All three of us were trembling.

“Ah… It’s so awkward… .”

I didn’t know Nana Arum, but I thought Sarang would often use such awkward titles, but it didn’t seem to be the case.

“…Honey?”

“Oh, don’t do that!”

“… Are you crazy? Why are you only yelling at me!”

“Ah, sorry. I was just kidding, I was kidding… Ah, it really hurts… .”

“It hurts! Hit me! That’s it!”

A pretty heavy fist from Arami flies towards my shoulder.

But, this is not an exaggeration, I really got goosebumps after hearing A-reum’s words.

Park A-reum, who I have lived face to face with for almost my entire life.

It still feels a bit strange that such a beautiful person is now my wife, and the process of changing our titles was not easy.

“… Or, you can put the child’s name in front and say, “Mom” or “Dad.””

“But, doesn’t that sound like something people call you out on a lot?”

“That’s not necessarily the case. Just like we call spring and summer, you can just add mom and dad at the end… .”

A brief silence follows after Sarang finishes speaking.

And it was beauty again who broke the silence.

“Bo, spring is dad…?”

“Uh, yeah. Spring is mom… .”

As expected, it was just as awkward.

However, it seems that she is relatively better since her body is not twisted and her stomach is not churning like mine.

“Hehehe… Summer is here daddy!”

And then, the love that suddenly fell into my arms.

“Huh, that’s funny. Spring is dad, summer is dad. If someone heard that, they’d misunderstand. ”

“… But, isn’t that a misunderstanding?”

“Then why don’t you go around introducing yourself and saying you have two wives?”

“… … .”

I lowered my eyes at Arami’s sharp gaze.

“Sister, no… Bom’s mom is still like that. If she had a child, hehe… No, is it because she hasn’t had a child yet?”

“Hey… What’s the point of having a child?”

“No, it’s summer, mom.”

“Sigh… Anyway.”

The two of them start bickering again, with me between them.

And as I was quietly watching them from the other side, without any warning or mood, he started to touch my body.

“Oh my, Spring Mom. Isn’t this real?”

“… That’s right. I wonder who it is.”

With a ticking sound, their hands became intertwined beyond the panties that were turned inside out, and soon, little by little, the vagina began to swell.

The two of them also lift up their pajama dresses and take off their panties with a slurping sound.

*

“Summer, Dad! Get up and eat breakfast, okay?”

“… Oh, yeah. Just a minute… Just a little more… .”

A small hand slaps my back like that.

I felt like I was going to wake up, so I grabbed his wrist and pulled him into my arms.

“Ahh… Sister, no, Bom is waiting for Mom… .”

“Ahem, I see. Just like this, just a little bit… .”

“Huh, yeah… .”

I kneaded Sarang’s body.

It is possible to achieve a softness that feels like touching a cloud.

“Huh! Hey, how far… are you going, okay? Aren’t you hungry?”

“Ugh… I’m hungry. Mom… Mom, please… .”

Although I was still half asleep, my hands began to undo Sarang’s clothes.

“Come here… .”

And he held on tightly to his struggling love again.

“Sigh… Sigh, sigh… .”

“Ah, ahh… I told you to eat, why are you so hungry in the morning, huh?”

“I like 쮸쮸 better…쭙, 조옵… .”

My mouth is full of delicious flavor.

And Sarang’s palm caresses the back of my head.

“… Hehe, you sound like a baby.”

After a few turns, I found the optimal position.

That was when I was filling my belly with Sarangi’s breasts.

“… Summer is dad.”

“Ugh… swoosh swoosh, swoosh… .”

“… Dad.”

“… … Huh?”

Somehow, I find myself trembling at the slightly shortened title.

“Hit… It was too long because I put the name in front, so I shortened it a bit.”

He had a mischievous expression full of laughter.

He looks down at me again as if he’s teasing me.

“… Dad, is it delicious?”

“Ah… why? I feel strange.”

A strange feeling made the back of my neck feel cold.

And without realizing it, I let go of the nipple I had been biting and sucking so hard.

“Dad, aren’t you going to eat any more?”

“… Let’s eat. I’m going out now.”

“Hehehe, if you want to eat it again, just tell me. Okay? ”

Sarang held her breasts in her hands and shook them slightly.

Again, press the nipple firmly with your finger.

“Ugh… .”

Soon, a thin stream of water spurted out from my nipple.