Extra. Mr. Kang Joo-hyuk’s Family Affairs (6)

“Ah, refreshing….”

Pouring warm water onto her smooth shoulders, I relax my tired body.

I was about to say my body isn’t what it used to be, but it seems my body is sturdier than I thought.

Even after doing that with Haeun and Hinami this morning, I’m not exactly bursting with energy, but I’m fine.

I’m at least okay enough not to die after doing it once with Jia.

Though I don’t know if it’ll hold up until tonight.

“Don’t talk like an old man, brother-in-law. …It makes me uncomfortable.”

“Why. I’m turning thirty soon, too.”

“…You’re still not thirty? Even though you have four kids.”

“Ahaha….”

My sister-in-law, settled between my knees, used her youth as a weapon to brutally hit me with facts about being old and frail.

…I don’t really have anything to argue back with.

Four kids at this age.

And four wives.

It’s true that I feel a sense of accomplishment as a man, but honestly, I’m not purely happy.

Because reality is truly a harsh thing.

“Anyway, what were you doing alone before I got here? If you were bored, you could have come down and played with the kids.”

“Not really, I didn’t do much. It’s tiring being with the kids, so I was alone.”

“…Is that so.”

If someone asked me if there’s anything I want to do in life, I’d answer that I’m doing it now.

But what about them?

Would they truly consider this life ‘happy’?

They might have felt that way until now, but whether they’ll think so in the future is uncertain.

Earlier, seeing a woman from my past at the supermarket, I was suddenly struck with worry.

Won’t they eventually get tired of me?

…And won’t I eventually get tired of them?

No matter how much I want to forget these doubts, they always pop up like this.

“In the first place, it’s not even my child. …It’s my sister’s child, legally speaking.”

“…Don’t you think you’ll have to tell them someday?”

“Not really. …Just thinking about a life tied down by a child makes me sick.”

How much sincerity is contained in the harsh words Ye-eun spouts?

It doesn’t seem like it would be a 100% lie.

For a woman barely in her early twenties, having the rest of her entire life mortgaged to a child would surely be a terrible thing.

But…, even so, it doesn’t seem entirely sincere either.

Because I remember.

That expression she had when she first saw the baby’s face.

“…Do you regret having the child?”

“No. …I don’t particularly think so.”

“Then that’s fine. …Tell me later if you change your mind. Because I’ll do whatever you want.”

“….”

I believe people aren’t run by a single emotion.

Like, dislike, right, wrong.

How convenient it would have been if things could be distinguished so clearly.

But the heart is far more fussy, complicated, and troublesome than imagined.

Ye-eun too… surely likes me while also disliking me.

Perhaps the hatred she harbors towards me is greater than her affection.

But the important thing is,

No matter how much she hates me, the one she loves most is still me.

“What is it. Are you going to stop washing?”

“…You said you’d do whatever I want.”

“….”

She, who had been nestled obediently in my arms, kneels down less than five minutes after getting into the tub, lifting her hips above the water surface.

From her soaking wet backside, the semen I’d thoroughly engraved inside her earlier begins to leak out little by little, and my cock, which I had finally managed to relax limply, involuntarily becomes erect.

…I too once hated you.

I had even imagined revenge fantasies typical of a middle schooler.

Childish revenge fantasies like fucking her like a dog and spreading the pictures, getting her pregnant and abandoning her, or raping her outdoors and bolting.

But those weren’t revenge at all.

“…I’ll go get a bath additive, so just stay still.”

“Are you going to use that again…?”

“We did it from behind earlier. Let’s do it facing each other this time.”

“…Why.”

“Because I want to do it while kissing my beloved sister-in-law.”

“…Don’t say ridiculous things. Fufu….”

…A woman who once loathed me so much,

making her fall deeply in love with me.

Isn’t that the truly cruel revenge.

…Although there’s the side effect of me falling in love with her too.

**

Usually, I buy and keep them myself, but these are bath additives I haven’t ordered for upstairs.

But strangely enough, when I visit Ye-eun’s house, I always see two bath additives in the same place.

Did my sister-in-law secretly steal a few from my house and bring them here, or did she buy them herself?

Imagining that is also part of the fun.

As I dissolve the transparent bath additive into the water, the tub quickly becomes sticky like slime.

“The one we used last time stained the tub, so I didn’t like it much, but I think this transparent one is good.”

“I didn’t think that one was bad either. You can just scrub off the colored stain.”

“…Isn’t that really troublesome?”

“Because I like things like that.”

I smear the sticky lubricant onto her body, pretending to be nonchalant as I chat.

…But no matter how calmly I speak, the body never lies.

While my cock getting wet can be hidden because the tub itself is sticky, I can’t hide my pounding heart.

“…Do you like things like that, brother-in-law?”

“Yeah. …I like it.”

“…Hoo.”

I like cleaning.

I like organizing too.

Service… I prefer the receiving end.

…And of course, I like my sister-in-law sitting on top of me, facing me.

“…Ooh, haa…♡”

There was no need to elaborate.

The short wait after putting in the bath additive already felt endlessly long.

Without me needing to ask her to do anything, the sister-in-law immediately pushed my cock into her cunt, her lips slightly parted as she breathed out hot breaths.

“Ah…, heh…, hek…….”

But as she slowly swallowed my cock, she lost her balance in the slippery tub and suddenly sank down.

Although I supported her body, preventing anything truly dangerous, the unprepared collision of her core with mine made my sister-in-law roll her eyes back and drool profusely.

Normally, I would have wiped away that messy drool, but unfortunately, my hands were covered in goo.

Having no choice, I kissed my sister-in-law, mixing our tongues to wipe her lips while tightly embracing her slippery body.

“Eub…♡”

Inside the dazzling bathroom, I close my eyelids.

Even though the bright light still seeped in a little, I could concentrate more on the sense of touch.

The soft, clinging lubricant acts like glue, making her body stick heavily to mine.

Every bit of her skin’s smoothness, every inch of her muscle’s firmness, every softness of her flesh-I feel it all completely.

The warm, gooey sex continues to the point where I forget to breathe in and out.

…I haven’t even moved my hips yet.

I feel like I’m about to explode already.

“…Puha. Haa. Brother-in-law…♡”

“…Ye-eun.”

Just before I ran out of breath, I released her tongue and we looked at each other for a moment. Her flushed red face filled my vision.

The face of a young, supple idol.

But, the face of a woman who looks only at me.

“…Uhm, I really don’t regret it.”

“What?”

“Having the child… I don’t regret it. …Because when I made the child with you… I was the happiest….”

She confessed her inner feelings to me with teary eyes, her hips thrusting, hitting mine with a ‘koong, koong’ sound.

That she doesn’t regret it.

That she’s happy now.

“But…, haak. Because of the child… I hate… eut. that the time I spend with you is decreasing….”

“….”

“…When I’m with the kids, I’ll seem like a mother, not a woman….”

…That much.

I’m insecure.

Because I feel like you’ll abandon me someday.

I’m worried.

My sister-in-law, having these pointless worries,

…was kinda funny.

Because she’s so cute.

“Eut. Eu…, haa. …Brother-in-law~♡”

“…You don’t know how incredibly hot a married idol with a child is, do you?”

“Ah…♡ Ah, uhm, I’m not an idol anymore…♡”

So that she would be satisfied, I thrust intensely against her, not even caring about the fingernail marks left on my back.

It seems I’ve been thinking about this all wrong.

If we love each other, there’s no need for needless worries.

No matter how much criticism one faces, a person won’t collapse if they have someone to lean on.

…So.

“Make a comeback. …It’s fine if you’re not an idol, whether it’s as a singer or an actress, anything. …Singers and actors can date, can’t they?”

“Eu……♡”

It wouldn’t be bad to see them shine again.

Honestly, it’s such a waste to keep my beautiful wives hidden away, rotting in a corner.

Because my wives are women who become most beautiful in front of countless audiences.

…It’s simply not fair for me to monopolize them.

Because I only need to take their nights,

“…Eub…♥”

I should return their days.

And the child… I should return them as her child before they grow up too much.

I’ll surely get caught someday, but I don’t care.

Because people, and relationships between people, tend to become stronger the more they are criticized.

It doesn’t matter whether she can endure it or not.

Because I will endure it for her.

If she starts to fall, I can just forcefully pull her up and make her stand, can’t I?

Even an ignorant man like me can do that much.

…While hugging my wife, who is worn out from all the criticism,

Kissing her until the heat subsides, caressing her,

Filling her warmly inside-

Even I could do that,

And only I could do it.