episode_0106

Marriage registration.

So, it means that I and my husband are legally becoming a married couple.

Since we got married, it was so natural for us to be together that I didn’t even think about it, assuming that my husband and I were already connected.

Seeing my husband bringing the marriage registration documents now, it seems like he realized relatively recently. He looks embarrassed, showing his awkward feelings outwardly as he hands me the documents.

Adding to that, there’s Minjeong and my brother looking at us with incredulous eyes.

“…Hey, kid. Are you kidding? If you were going to do it, you should have done it earlier. Now you think marriage registration makes sense?”

It seems like Minjeong is beyond being incredulous.

Something dark and ominous emanates from Minjeong, like a dark aura from a game’s demon king.

Well, I was also at fault for forgetting, but now, at this timing, my husband, who handed me this, has become a criminal.

“Ugh. Sis, sis… How did this happen…”

“You were bragging about marrying my sister without even registering it. You didn’t even do the marriage registration… You even got my sister pregnant…?”

“Sis. Listen to me!”

“You worthless excuse of a human being! We trusted you with my sister? No way. You won’t get away with it today!”

“Hey, Minjeong, calm down! It’s a matter of grace!”

Saying that, Minjeong, with a flushed face, screams and rushes towards my husband, who, pale-faced, helplessly tries to restrain her.

Unable to watch this, Junseok tries his best to stop Minjeong, but it seems futile.

“Sob… Hic… Waaah…”

“!!!”

As I start crying, the three stop their dispute and focus their gaze on me.

I never thought I would cry, but as I look at the documents, tears start flowing without my knowledge.

This bastard. He did all this heartlessly, leaving me speechless, and now he comes and hands me this?

I can’t believe it.

I’m so shocked that tears keep flowing.

“Are you okay, sis? You must have been so startled because of that jerk… Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him today-”

“Minjeong, be quiet!”

“Huh?”

Not wanting to hear any more annoying words, Minjeong, at my scream, staggers back as if stunned.

That’s right, Minjeong. This is between my husband and me. You shouldn’t get involved. Right?

“Husband, come here.”

“…Yes.”

Leaving Minjeong, who is peeking behind Junseok, I cautiously call my husband, who approaches me and kneels down.

“Husband.”

“Uh, yes! Honey…”

Saying that, my husband, like a criminal, can’t even look me in the eye and stammers.

“Inju.”

“What?”

My husband’s eyes widen at my words.

It seems like he misunderstood, so I should explain it more clearly.

“I said Inju. Give it to me. If you don’t, I’ll bite your finger like before.”

I extend my thumb towards my husband and pretend to bring it to my mouth, causing him to panic and rush into the bedroom.

A while later, my husband returns with Inju and both of our personal seals.

Yes, you did a great job. If you had been a little late, you would have bitten your finger and left a mark.

Tap, tap.

I checked the stamp that was pressed firmly to ensure it was clear and then handed the document to my husband. It wasn’t some silly fake contract that we had jokingly written together, but a real contract recognized by the country with legal effect, one that anyone would acknowledge us as a married couple.

“Now, no matter where we go, we can confidently say we’re a married couple, right?”

Ridiculous. Does that mean we wouldn’t be officially recognized as a couple without this?

We love each other so much, we’re already a couple, but technically we weren’t officially recognized as one until now.

“…Honey, I’ll be a husband you’re not ashamed of. I’ll be a husband you can always think of being with.”

My husband smoothed his voice and reached out his hand gallantly.

Are you trying to play hard to get?

Why say that now, after everything we’ve been through? Are you afraid I’ll be disappointed and run away?

“Please make it something I can think about for the rest of my life, honey.”

I forgive you for making my heart race. I smiled and took his hand.

Tears were still flowing, but not out of sadness, so I didn’t feel the need to wipe them away.

Plus, if I wiped away the tears, I’d have to let go of my husband’s hand, and I didn’t want to do that.

Right now, I just wanted to feel his warmth a little more.

I wanted to be completely enveloped by it. I wanted to savor his scent even more deeply.

Even though I’m pregnant, as long as we don’t engage in the act and just have intense contact, it should be fine… right?

No, I have to hold back. People can’t just have sex all the time. I can’t give in to my desires.

“Sigh… Oppa, let’s go back. Staying here will only be a hindrance.”

Thankfully, Minjeong suggested we go back home.

It’s getting harder to stay sober, and if we stay any longer, we might embarrass ourselves in front of our siblings.

I bid farewell to the two of them as my husband and I walked back home together.

As the two of them walked away, it seemed like Minjeong was clinging to her brother more than necessary, but I decided it was just my imagination and walked back home with my husband.

After safely sending the intruders away, my husband and I entered the bedroom together, turned on the dim bedside lamp, and created an atmosphere that felt like welcoming the night a little earlier.

In the warm atmosphere, we silently gazed into each other’s eyes and took a deep breath before embracing each other’s bodies and kissing without needing to ask who would go first.

“Mm… Hm…”

My husband’s hand, which was on my shoulder, gradually moved to my back and unzipped the dress I was wearing.

As my husband started to take off my dress while our lips were still touching, I accepted it willingly, trying to push my tongue into his mouth, but he seemed to refuse it, pulling away and distancing himself.

“For now, let’s kiss without using our tongues.”

Does this mean we should prevent anything that might harm the star in my belly beforehand?

But in this kind of atmosphere, not using tongues seems more awkward… I understand it enough, but why is he so strict? What kind of kiss is this? Especially after undressing me.

“But our little star wants to see us getting along, right?”

“Why does getting along lead to kissing? And don’t use our star as an excuse for kissing.”

Ugh, busted.

He’s being such a bad boy, making me speechless again.

Although he slightly ruined the mood, my husband, who was now in his underwear, couldn’t continue speaking as he just stared blankly at me.

I silently placed my hand on my chest, blinking desperately to send a signal of silence.

If only our hearts were in sync, I wouldn’t be able to resist, and I would want to commit a crime without any hesitation. Even my husband, who has such self-control, captivates my heart.

A man who knows when to do something and when not to is quite impressive.

…I may have failed a few times, but those were all exceptions because I tempted myself.

“Uncomfortable? I’ll help you take it off.”

His hand reaches towards the strap of the bra covering my chest.

In no time, my husband unfastens the buckle and removes my bra.

I’ve known this before, but I think he’s top-notch at taking off underwear.

As my belly began to grow significantly, due to pregnancy symptoms, the underwear I used to wear became uncomfortable. Following the advice of the doctor and what I found on the internet, I started wearing the underwear that pregnant women typically wear.

A nursing bra to support my enlarged breasts even more due to pregnancy symptoms, and panties that gently wrap around my lower abdomen and waist without covering my belly.

Especially the nursing bra, which is a hassle for me to wear every day, but my husband effortlessly takes it off, isn’t it natural for me to be amazed?

It’s said that men usually struggle with taking it off, how much does he love my chest?

-Splash~

As my breasts, freed from the bra, gently sway, my husband swallows his saliva.

He was always bewildered by the size of my breasts, which would drive anyone crazy.

If my milk starts coming out later, I think it would be okay to let him taste it once.

So, imagine a scene where my newborn Starbi sucks on my left nipple, while my dependable husband sucks on the right nipple and consumes breast milk.

It’s a strange sense of satisfaction to have a much younger girl than me breastfeeding, but once you imagine it, your body starts to feel hot like an addiction.

Surely my husband would enjoy it.

I hope it comes out. Milk.