Extra. Mr. Kang Joo-hyuk’s Family Affairs (1)

There’s a saying that marriage is the grave of life.

Then I guess I’ve been buried in the grave four times and filed for death registration twice.

Well, it wasn’t exactly wrong.

Managing four women in their early to mid-20s, whose ages and tastes are all over the place, so they don’t fall out can sometimes be so overwhelming I want to crawl into a coffin.

Even passionate couples are bound to fight when they live together, so what about us, with five people entangled?

Obviously, we fight once in a while too.

…It’s fortunate we even have three houses; if we’d crammed into one, we probably would have fought every day.

When Haeun gets upset, she runs upstairs, and when Ye-eun feels gloomy, she runs downstairs.

If the two of them get into a fierce fight, I take refuge at Soo-ah’s house for a while.

Then, around the time their anger moderately subsides, when I try to soothe them, they won’t fight anymore, even if they don’t reconcile.

Fights over trivial reasons like breakfast being poor or not borrowing clothes without asking weren’t difficult to soothe.

Actually, the real problem… is childcare.

You might think of me as a loafer who does nothing but have sex all day, but raising four kids simultaneously is no ordinary headache.

Raising children requires time, labor, and money, all of it.

Of course, we’re financially well-off.

It’s obvious when you consider what level of idol Hinami was, having registered her marriage in Japan.

Haeun earned quite a bit through YouTube, and even now, money lands in her account steadily like a pension.

As for Jia, there’s no need to mention her, and Soo-ah said she earned hundreds of millions when her broadcasts were doing well, so there shouldn’t be major problems.

…I can’t compare to my wives, but I have enough, managing the money from clearing out the gym well, to feed and raise the kids.

However, no matter how much financial freedom I’ve gained, I never intended to just rely on my wives and live stuck at home forever.

If it weren’t for childcare, I would have opened anything, even a cafe, and worked.

But until the children grow up a bit, I couldn’t even dream of working or anything else.

If I put one child to sleep, two wake up, and if I put two to sleep, one wakes up again…

I guess it’s fortunate that Soo-ah raises her child separately in her own house.

To be honest, it was amazing that my libido hadn’t died while enduring this insane childcare difficulty level.

Am I physically strong, or am I just so saturated with desire that I don’t notice it, and will collapse one day with a pick?

Well, since my body survived being stabbed, I hope it can endure somehow.

…If I can’t endure it, that would be troublesome in its own way.

Even without me, everyone would probably manage to live on their own, but it’s obvious everything would shatter if I were to disappear from the relationships I created, so honestly, it’s burdensome.

Right now, the fact that this nonsensical household is running is…

“Eum…”

“Heup…, Joo-hyuk. Feel good…?”

…It’s purely because of this.

Today, it’s two.

Before my eyes are two sisters, so beautiful it’s bothersome to even describe them.

One is my wife.

One is my sister-in-law.

Both are women who gave birth to my children.

Among them, the taller and younger one is sucking my dick while her head is being pressed down by her older sister’s foot, and the one who is relatively shorter but has violent breasts is licking my nipples with her hands and tongue respectively.

“Answer. …Do you feel good? You bastard.”

“…Good.”

“Right. You must feel good. …Feels good having my younger sister suck your dick, doesn’t it?”

“…”

…She’s threatening to kill me if I cum.

They were fighting about not stealing each other’s clothes, and Haeun stubbornly snatched her sister’s clothes and went out. While I was soothing Ye-eun a bit, Haeun suddenly returned, leading to this situation.

If I hadn’t immediately kissed her when she was raging, saying ‘How could you cheat the moment your wife left the house?’, I would have seriously gotten sulky.

It’s truly pitiful that Ye-eun had her brother-in-law stolen by her older sister while she was enjoying herself, but last week, the situation was reversed and my sister-in-law stole her husband away, so she probably has no right to feel wronged.

“Why aren’t you answering, Joo-hyuk. Don’t you have anything to say to your wife? Answer me. Does it feel good having your dick sucked by your sister-in-law?”

My cute wives all look similar, but their tastes were different.

Haeun likes being ‘possessed’ by me and wants to be acknowledged as the primary one somehow.

In comparison, Ye-eun tends to get excited the more roughly she’s treated.

The direction of their submission is different.

Just like a tamed dog and a tamed wolf are fundamentally different.

“…Does it feel good having sex behind my back? You pervert-, eum…”

…The genes are similar, but.

Different women.

This naughty wife, who gets angry but immediately calms down when kissed, even while teasing my nipples ticklishly with her fingers going seuk seuk.

And the sister-in-law, who lusciously sucks my dick regardless of whatever the greatly angered older sister babbles.

Perfectly different women.

The only thing they have in common is…

…except that they like me.

“Eum…♡”

“Eu…beum…♡”

While kissing the older sister, I ejaculate into the younger sister’s mouth.

…A sentence containing only the facts, plainly and without exaggeration.

It wouldn’t be a problem to add more flowery language, but there wasn’t even a need to do so.

Just looking at Haeun’s softened, limp gaze and Ye-eun’s languid eyes lost in lust explains everything.

I couldn’t say this relationship was right, even as a joke.

However, if things that are messed up cannot be tolerated, wouldn’t there be too many things in this world that need to be eliminated?

Alcohol, cigarettes, sex purely for pleasure, and baseball, which is utterly useless in life.

A ‘right’ world would dismantle and ban it all.

…But such a world would be too boring.

It’s only fun when there are people like me, who are a bit reckless.

“…Peuh-ha. Hey…, I told you not to cum…♥”

“…Lie down.”

Pushing Ye-eun aside with my foot as she gulped down the semen, I laid Haeun down and inserted my dick, still containing semen, inside her.

Byuut, byu-uut… The semen that remained slightly, unable to be fully ejaculated, flowed down inside her.

…If I hadn’t tied myself up, wouldn’t this alone have been enough to get her pregnant?

Since I got Soo-ah pregnant even after restraining myself, it felt like it would be so.

“Haah… Really. …Do it properly one more time.”

“Okay.”

With the same dick that was having intense sex with Ye-eun just 10 minutes ago, this time I satisfy Haeun by thrusting inside her.

“…Brother-in-law.”

“Hey…”

“Your ears and nipples. …You always tease them, so I’m getting revenge.”

…Of course, the sister-in-law, not yet satisfied, suddenly clung to my back and teased the places she was always teased, but this much was acceptable.

At least both of them seemed to have cooled down.

**

…Apparently not.

“Brother-in-law.”

“Hey, shit, you startled me.”

Ye-eun, who had been enjoying herself with me on the bed, suddenly burst into the room at night and squeezed my neck from behind.

…Of course, it wasn’t a desperate squeeze with both hands, it means she tightly wrapped her arms around me.

“Why are you so surprised? …Did you get caught cheating?”

“Anyone would be surprised if you suddenly burst in and choked me.”

“I didn’t expect the brother-in-law, who used to barge into people’s houses and rape them whenever he was bored, to say that.”

“…Sorry. Want a kiss?”

“Forget it. Don’t talk like some geezer.”

However, unlike the affectionate back hug, her voice was chillingly menacing.

…Maybe it’s because I pushed her away lightly with my foot earlier while she was swallowing semen.

She’s the type who likes having her lower abdomen and clit repeatedly pressed with feet when we do it together, so I thought it would be okay, but this seems to be an exception.

“By the way, Brother-in-law. …After my older sister arrived, you didn’t even glance at me, did you?”

“What are you talking about? I did it one more time with you.”

“That was just hugging and kissing my older sister while ejaculating onto me. …What’s the difference between that and using an onahole?”

“I did it with Haeun too while kissing you.”

“Back then, you did it while touching my older sister’s breasts. …And when you ejaculated onto me, you only hugged the older sister tightly.”

Just because they submitted to me, or are masochists, doesn’t mean they lack possessiveness.

Rather, because they submitted, they naturally crave and beg for me that much.

Even the sister-in-law, who was once venomous, now feels ‘jealousy’ towards her own older sister and is pushing me.

Of course, this emotion is an incomparably good side dish on the bed…, but people spend more time off the bed than on it.

To be honest, there are times when I get tired.

It’s not that I’m tired of them, but managing things so my karma doesn’t explode is tiring.

“It couldn’t be helped because Haeun looked angry. Sorry.”

“I guess I should have gotten angry too. Brother-in-law, you’re the type of man who grants everything if I act spoiled.”

“…It’s not always like that.”

“That’s right. …You always just listen to my older sister.”

There was only one thing I could do for Ye-eun, who was spewing out jealousy while tickling my ear canals with her long hair.

“…Lie down.”

…Loving her enough to resolve her emotional blockage.

“I’ll do it until you’re not sulking anymore. …Undress.”

However, I only have one body, and my stamina, while seeming infinite, is ultimately finite.

If I satisfy her one more time here, I probably won’t be able to wake up on time tomorrow.

Still, it can’t be helped.

This is the path I chose.

If I wanted to complain, I shouldn’t have done things I had to take responsibility for in the first place.

“…It’s okay.”

“Huh?”

…However,

If I bring it up with that kind of mindset, the listener is bound to notice.

“You look tired, Brother-in-law, let’s do it later. …Next time, when my older sister really isn’t here.”

“…”

That I’m doing it not because I like it, but out of obligation.

If it’s discovered, both I and the other person lose the mood.

…In the end,

Perfect people and perfect relationships don’t exist.

Everyone is just an immature human swayed by emotions.

Watching her leave the room with a sulky face, I scratched the back of my neck vigorously, beok beok.

Haah.

It’s difficult.

Much more than raising kids.