episode_0178

“Open.”

‘ah….’

Hansung’s tone towards himself was clearly different from when he spoke to his younger brother.

If only my kindness was stronger towards my younger brother…

To myself…

‘It’s cold….’

The tone of voice sounded as if they were going to use him as a sex slave, but

That made Nayoung even more excited.

One side of my chest was tingling, and at the same time, water was dripping from my vagina.

He closed his eyes tightly in misery, but at the same time, he imagined Hanseong’s eyes looking down at him when he opened them.

Extremely cold.

It’s like looking at a piece of meat… that kind of gaze.

‘yes…!’

“Hmm…♡ Yes…!!!”

Despite his informal language, Hanseong did not express any displeasure.

Seeing that, Nayoung regained her sense of relief.

‘are you okay…’

As long as she doesn’t scold him for speaking informally, she is a lover, not a slave.

All of this was just a role play for each other’s pleasure.

“Spread it out?”

“Ugh!!!”

Nayoung intentionally took the same posture as her younger brother.

I put my legs together and lifted my buttocks to the sky to avoid spilling semen.

I look up at him from the curves that have the strange nickname “breeding press.”

“Burn… Spread it out…!”

At times, I felt that his gaze, which had been directed at my younger brother, was focused solely on me.

His eyes traveled all over his body.

From the slender ankles to the smooth thighs.

After a brief taste of the swollen buttocks, it travels up the valley and settles into the vagina.

With that blatant gaze.

‘ah…’

Grumbling-

A stream of love juice poured out from her pussy.

“…You fucking bitch needs to be opened.”

“Hmm…♡ Ugh..!!!”

“I thought it was a useless ability, but is it useful?”

“…Yes.”

Nayoung’s ability to improve flexibility clearly had no place to be used.

A fact she knows best.

Hanseong’s words were too realistic to be empty words, and that was why they were extremely miserable.

But at that moment of humiliation, Nayoung’s pussy was busy pouring out love juice.

Now it’s almost like it’s flowing out.

The love juice flowing down the hip bone meets the tailbone and drips onto the mat.

“I swear and my pussy juice is dripping.”

“Ugh…!”

Nayoung continued to answer without hesitation.

‘are you okay.’

‘It’s okay…’

His cold smile, smirking at each answer, was itself a selling and love.

“Asshole bitch.”

“Huhhh…!!!”

The hand lightly struck down with a swear word and slapped the vagina.

Every time I hit it, droplets of love juice splash out in all directions.

“Oppa… Nayoung is sick…”

“…You don’t like Nayoung being sick?”

“Ugh…!! Cold!”

I answered his question cutely, with as much charm as I could, but the answer I got back was cold.

“What should I do?”

My heart pounded at those words.

For a moment, I felt a shock as if the world had stopped… but at the same time, my pussy kept twitching.

“Ugh….!”

At that moment, Hanseong’s finger was poking deep into the vagina.

Nayoung just shook her head without any resistance.

‘Be swayed by a single word…’

‘It’s all overflowing with one finger… bitch.’

‘ah….’

“Keu….Ugh….! Hehehe♡♡♡”

When you are struggling with extreme pleasure,

Hanseong held Nayoung’s hand tightly without stopping his fingers.

And the ring worn on that left hand.

It was another sense of reality following informal speech.

‘Is it okay…♡’

It fell to the other side of the floor and then flew up into the air again.

Every time she repeated the flight and fall, Nayoung’s mind became hazy, as if she were under the influence of drugs.

“Joooaaaa♡”

“Good?”

“Hehe…♡ Joa…”

He is busy sticking out his tongue and enjoying the pleasure.

Thanks to his persistent hand movements, the climax was not far away.

“Uuuu!!!! Ugh!!!!!!! Hehehe…!”

“…! Gaaa!!! Hehe…!”

The buttocks, which began to tremble with a loud scream, soon stopped moving.

Moaning, movement, breathing.

After 3 seconds when everything stopped for a moment,

Condensing all those things and exploding them all at once.

“Ugh!!!”

Yikes!

Tsk-tsk-tsk!!!

Three streams of love juice shot towards Hanseong.

“You cum well.”

“Uuuu

“Cute.”

“hee…♡”

Nayoung’s heart felt like it was swelling as she heard Hansung’s voice become more affectionate as she climaxed.

“Oppa Joe…♡

“Me too.”

Hanseong lightly patted Nayoung’s limp buttocks, then walked over to the drawer and took out a condom.

condom. Contraceptive device.

Dayoung did not use it today.

‘Nope….’

I never wanted to have children, but I just didn’t want to.

I wanted to feel him whole.

I wanted to add another layer of reality.

So Nayoung shook her head and spoke.

“Ugh…! Cold!”

“What…? Condom?”

“Wow! Cold!”

A tongue that gets shorter as it gets shorter.

Since there wasn’t even a trace of reason in her hazy colored eyes, Hanseong pulled out a wet tissue and wiped Nayoung’s face and asked again.

“You won’t regret it?”

“Yes.”

Having a child… .

I was scared.

To be honest, being pregnant at only 22 years old was scary.

But that’s it.

He answered with clear eyes and voice with that determination.

“I don’t regret it. Never.”

“I see.”

One time with unusual seriousness.

One more time, I felt a sense of betrayal that I would get my sister pregnant on the same day.

“Hmm… Hmm…♡ Hmm…♡♡♡”

“Open.”

“Ugh!!!”

Hanseong’s cock swelled to the point of bursting.

Whoa whoa!!!

Push it in with all your might.

*

[The moment you think you want to marry this woman, you just have to be careful at that moment…!]

[stop!!!]

As many married men’s proverbs tell us, marriage itself is impulsive.

I also just faithfully reproduced that phenomenon.

But when I think about the five rings left, I feel dizzy.

Since I was planning a joint wedding, I should get the proposal done as early as possible, no, within today.

“You must be busy~”

Except for Yeoreum and Sohyun, it probably doesn’t matter much, especially in the case of Aram and Baekhwa.

There won’t be… right? is not it…?

lover. wife. My child’s mother.

It was said that there were three versions of one woman, so it was impossible to be at ease.

When I was fiddling with my ring box while thinking about how to propose.

Tuk-tuk

Dayoung knocks on the empty bed and searches for me.

A hearty laugh came out of that voice.

“Oppa…?”

“Are you awake?”

I walked over to the bedside and stroked my hair.

“Heh…♡”

He lets out a sweet-smelling breath like a cat’s, but he still looks sleepy.

Now that the sun has started to rise, it’s probably time to get sleepy.

“Sleep a little more.”

“Yes…♡”

I lightly kissed Dayoung on the forehead,

I covered Nayoung, who was unconscious and motionless, with a blanket and left the room.

Clear sunlight shining through the window.

The sound of a chopping board echoing in a quiet space.

The sound of steam escaping from the rice cooker.

The sound of bubbling water.

I headed to the kitchen as if mesmerized by the noble sounds of the morning that seemed to embody happiness.

“I cut all the pumpkin~”

Yuna focused on cooking while humming to herself.

Hair tied tightly in a ponytail.

Beneath the cute ribbon knot of the apron, the gray dress that wrapped around her voluptuous buttocks was exposing the line of her underwear.

I approached cautiously and put my hand inside the apron.

He hugged her slender waist tightly.

“Honey, are you awake?”

“Yes.”

As I placed my chin on my shoulder, my two cheeks touched.

Smooth and moist texture.

In addition, Yuna’s sweet smell of flesh mixed with the smell of fragrant shampoo gives a pleasant feeling of languor whenever you smell it.

“The morning is sweet today?”

“Is that so?”

“Yes~ What day is today?”

“Yes. It’s a very special day.”

After thinking about it for a moment, he clapped his hands and continued speaking as if he understood.

“Ah, that’s right! Let’s go to operate the hydroelectric power plant today, right?”

“That also exists.”

He slightly turns his head to look at me, then turns to face my mouth and shyly looks away.

“Are you giving me a blessing?”

“Simultaneous business… . Because I want to do it.”

Perhaps to hide her embarrassment, Yuna started cooking again.

Hold your fingers neatly and wave the green onions.

The skill of a skilled housewife was evident in those hands.

“Yuna.”

“Why?”

Yuna seems to have sensed that something was unusual at the sound of my serious voice.

The busy hands suddenly stopped.

“Will you marry me?”

With those words, he took out the ring box he was holding in his hand and showed it.

I expected an answer to come right away, but

Yuna took my hand off her waist and turned towards me.

Slightly trembling eyes.

Anxiety was evident in the hand smoothing the hem of the apron.

“Why? Is it because you’re worried about something?”

Yuna swallowed her saliva at my words and looked straight up at me as if she had made up her mind for something.

“Honey.”

“Yes.”

He seemed to relax a little due to my friendly tone,

Yuna began to continue speaking.

“I… love you very much honey.”

“Thank you…?”

If you’re in love, isn’t it normal for an immediate response to a proposal…?

suddenly?

Why does the word “love” appear here?

My mind was complicated, but Yuna’s words made me realize that my thoughts were short-lived.

“I love Se-yeon as much as I love Honey.”

“Of course. I like it too…”

Yuna interrupted me and shook her head.

“I didn’t mean to say that. I know that Honey cares for Se-yeon. Thank you too.

But… at the same time, I know that wanting more is greed.”

I couldn’t strongly deny Yuna’s words.

Of course Se-yeon is cute, but she is not my child.

I don’t think that such differences will lead to any discrimination, but… .

It was something I wasn’t sure about.

“I know you’re worried. But that’s not a reason you can’t get married, right?”

“…I’m sorry.”

I thought he was asking for my consideration,

From the following words, I realized that all those words meant rejection.

“I… I don’t want to have a second child for Se-yeon’s sake.”

“…Really?”

“Yes….”

She says she will continue to be Se-yeon’s mother.

The reason I feel sad about those words is…

It must be so natural.

“…I understand.”

In response to the bitter outburst, Yuna hurriedly clings to me.

It’s like if you miss it, you’ll never see it again.

“I love you…!”

“Because I wish I could be with my honey…! I’m not saying I want to break up!”

“Can you answer me? Yes?”

Repeated pleas to me who remain silent.

Despite the sorrowful voice and gesture, my mind was filled with questions.

Are you really satisfied with that?

sincerely?

“Then? What, you want to be a mistress?”

“…Yes.”

Neither a wife nor a concubine, but simply a lover or mistress.

Yuna probably didn’t know what that meant.

“Are you satisfied with that…?”

“Yes.”

Yuna nods her head, showing her firm will as if that’s exactly what she wanted.

“Why…?”

“Because that’s how it should be.”

In response to that confident answer, I had to leave the kitchen without any rebuttal.

“… I’ll take a moment to gather my thoughts.”

“I’m sorry….”