Extra. Mr. Kang Joo-hyuk’s Family Affairs (2)

After sending Jia back and putting the kids, who had woken up in the meantime, back to sleep, it was suddenly 1 AM.

My body and mind were wiped out, and as I slumped onto the bed, sleep came pressing in drowsily, even though I hadn’t turned off the lights yet.

…Should I just fall asleep like this?

If I casually cover my eyes with my arm, the light doesn’t bother me.

“Joo-hyuk oppa.”

“What is it.”

“Why? …Since I put the kid(s) to sleep too, I came to fulfill my duty as a wife.”

But as soon as I thought that, another guest came to the room.

Hinami, who appears like clockwork whenever I’m this tired.

Honestly, annoyance welled up for a moment when the door opened, but given who it was, it quickly disappeared.

…This is why being pretty is the best, I tell you.

Even the anger I had disappears.

“…Well, half is for that reason. The other half is because your eyes look sunken, so an angel came to heal you.”

“Calling yourself an angel out of your own mouth… No. Never mind.”

“What is that infuriating way of speaking?”

“…I was going to ask if you weren’t embarrassed, but seeing your hands flapping around makes you kinda cute.”

“Ehehe. Right? I look just like an angel, don’t I?”

Hinami, wearing a semi-transparent negligee that barely seemed to count as clothing, lightly jumped onto my bed, flapping her hands like wings.

Bursting into giggles, she burrowed under the covers, unbuttoned my pajamas, rubbed her forehead repeatedly against my chest, and hugged me tightly.

…To be honest, it is healing, just as she said.

They say the expiration date of love is around 2 years, but it seems that’s not the case.

That’s just the period when you’re blinded by love; it’s a saying that doesn’t apply to objectively beautiful people.

“…Wow. My heart is pounding so much, oppa.”

“…You should be pretty in moderation.”

“Mhmm. Because it’s such an obvious statement, I’m not happy at all? Ehehe…”

Hinami, smiling bashfully in a very excited voice, leaned her chin on my chest, looked up at me intently, and gently rolled my nipple with her finger.

My body, which had definitely been screaming from exhaustion, stopped feeling tired the moment it received her touch.

…It really is fascinating when you see things like this.

How one’s condition can change so drastically, like flipping a palm.

Was my body really tired?

Or was I just believing I was tired?

“Don’t laugh too loudly. This isn’t a soundproof booth, so if it gets too loud, they’ll hear.”

“Who cares? The kids’ room is far away, and Haeun unnie doesn’t wake up easily once she falls asleep.”

“Still. …You like it rough, don’t you?”

“…I didn’t come for that today. I really came to heal you, oppa.”

Seeing Hinami pout, puffing out her cheeks with a slightly sulky expression while pressing my nipples, it seemed the former reason was correct.

Objectively, I am tired.

…I just forgot about it for a moment because my wife is so cute.

“Alright. Well, how did you come to heal me?”

“Hmm… Isn’t my very existence healing? Look. I’m your wife who hugs you tightly like this… Aren’t you healed?”

I hug her tightly, her body soft and squishy just as my wife said.

…Why is this tiny body so warm?

Plus, the scent of baby powder hits my nose, and my mind and body relax.

“…Ehehe. Hug me tighter, please.”

But contrary to feeling relaxed, my heart just keeps beating faster.

…It’s strange to be feeling romantic emotions at this point, but I guess I can’t help it.

After all, our beginning was strange.

A washed-up former baseball player and a top-tier virgin idol at the peak of their career meeting as sex friends…

It’s so absurd, it’s unusable even as gossip material.

“Ah… This is nice.”

“…Of course, I like it, but what do you like about me?”

“Just… First, you’re big, which is nice, and your body is really firm, but you’re surprisingly cozy. And, you look dependable like a bear, oppa, but you have a surprisingly romantic side, don’t you?”

The more we act lovey-dovey like this, I suddenly start to doubt if this soft and squishy Japanese wife is just a fantasy.

A woman who gives me unconditional love without expecting anything in return.

…Actually, until I got her pregnant, I felt like she might disappear like a mirage at any moment.

At least Haeun or Ye-eun make sense because I ‘made’ them that way.

I approached them with revenge, and since I intentionally trained them, it wouldn’t be strange even if this outcome occurred.

…But what on earth is Hinami?

Why,

Does she love me so much after falling for me, someone she had no connection with?

“Which part of me.”

“Why? It’s romantic, isn’t it? When you’re fucking me.”

“…Besides that, which part of me is like a bear?”

“Ahaha, was that what you meant? It’s just that your build is like that~ Your appearance is like a wolf? …A husky? More on the sharp side.”

“You mean like a dog.”

“Hmm… You do have that side to you, oppa? When we’re doing it from behind, grabbing my waist like a dog and going pang pang pang-“

“Should I do it now?”

“Ahaha. No, no. If we do that, it’s guaranteed to get loud.”

But, if you think about it conversely, that applied to me too.

The fact that Hinami had no connection to me meant I also had no connection to Hinami.

The reason I fell for her… was purely because she was beautiful.

And this twisted personality fit my taste.

The relationship that started simply as sex friends must have led to marriage.

“Really can’t? …Someone who can’t, wearing sexy clothes and coming over in the middle of the night?”

“No, no. Don’t do it like a dog; you have to be gentle.”

“…”

“…Of course, as we do it, our ‘love’ might get a little intense. But that can’t be helped…”

…That means Hinami likes me for a similarly simple reason, doesn’t she?

Simply because I’m her type.

She likes tall, muscular men with a slightly sharp appearance.

It doesn’t matter if I’m a womanizer who touches many women.

Doesn’t she like me?

“…Hinami.”

“Yes.”

“Do you like me?”

“…You’re asking a difficult question, oppa.”

“You don’t like me?”

“Of course, I do. As a man. As a husband. …And as my Master.”

“…Don’t you get angry seeing me with Haeun or Jia, or Soo-ah?”

“Not really. In the first place, I stole you, didn’t I? You, who were devotedly in love only with Haeun unnie.”

“…”

…Ah, I need to correct that.

She likes me because I’m a playboy.

I should retract the statement about wanting a relationship.

Both she and I can never have a proper relationship.

We got together because our fetishes matched, and feelings developed only after that.

Even if our first meeting wasn’t like that, we wouldn’t have been able to have a relationship.

“Khumkhum. Anyway. Since you looked tired in many ways, I came to heal my husband as your wife. No problem, right?”

“…Mhm.”

“Hehe. Lie down properly. I’ll warm you up…”

“…Forget it.”

“What?”

“Just lie down quietly. I actually wasn’t that tired.”

“Ah…”

Therefore, this kind of sex was fitting between us.

Me on top, you on the bottom.

Sex where a small girl, not even 160cm tall, is relentlessly crushed by a man over 190cm tall, letting out high-pitched screams.

A completely unjust relationship is fitting.

Rather than an innocent, pure, cute, and lovely girl genuinely falling for a man like me.

…It’s more plausible that she’s just a pervert inside who was conquered by my dick, isn’t it?

“…”

“…”

But seeing Hinami look up at me piteously, my heart pounds.

Every time I see you pull down the shoulder straps of your negligee, revealing breasts that have a decent amount of flesh despite you being skinny, I let out a hollow laugh.

…No matter how I look at it, getting broken is bound to happen first.

If you stand straight on the ground, your chin would reach the crown of my head.

With such a small and delicate body, how do you plan to take me in?

“…The, foreplay… I don’t need it. Just go straight for it- Ah…”

“…I know.”

…How?

Can this be taken?

Even if we connect, won’t it break?

Is it because it’s already broken in the first place?

It’s so tight it looks dangerous.

Hinami frowned slightly, then smiled again with a ‘hehe’, tugged on my arm, closed her eyes, and pouted her lips slightly.

“…Eung…”

As I kissed her thin, soft lips, she naturally pulled me close by the neck.

…Haha, it’s funny.

Why do people get more immersed in kissing than forcefully thrusting their dick in?

Mixing saliva and entangling tongues won’t result in a baby, you know.

Even though it’s just a dirty act, why does my chest feel warm?

Why is my heart pounding?

“He…, Heu…♡”

Opening my eyes blearily, and closing them again.

Do we end up craving each other?

…While engrossed in this utterly sordid act.

Am I being healed, as you said?

“…Eup…♥”

Connecting our mucous membranes,

Sharing each other’s warmth,

Leisurely sex where we’re simply connected, just twitching.

Admiring the sight of this beautiful face looking only at me, wanting to lick my lips even slightly.

Immersed in sex that is infinitely light yet infinitely heavy, I am healed by her.

…Even though I enjoyed such sticky sex with the two sisters just a few hours ago.

Getting excited by the ordinary missionary position, squeezing out semen until my empty scrotum was full.

As if her belly would bulge out.

Sticky sex.

“Puhah…♥ Hah……”

Sufficiently satisfied with sex filled only with breathing sounds, needing no words, sounds, or moans, we…

Separated from each other for a moment, we gazed at each other’s unfocused eyes.

“…Joo-hyuk oppa.”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll hold you a little longer. …Until you fall asleep.”

…Jealousy, pleasure, lust.

Letting everything go,

With eyes where only love remained.

We craved each other once more.

Meaningless sex,

Was truly happy without any meaning.

Simply,

Being connected was comfortable.