Side Story 9: The Pregnancy Trip (1)

The night before a business trip was always too hot and too deep.

Ji-soo sometimes wondered—did her husband intentionally schedule business trips just to have shameless nights where he could indulge in her without restraint?

This was a completely reasonable suspicion that no one could deny.

“Ngh—Ah! Not so… deep—Hng!”

Ji-soo, barely holding onto the headboard with both hands, collapsed forward. The lust-driven beast didn’t even allow her a pitiful moment of rest.

Tae-ha wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, greedily licking up her neck and shoulders.

Her soft, milky skin easily bore the marks of his teeth and lips, always satisfying him completely.

“Ji-soo, you’re not tired already, are you? I’ll hold your waist for you.”

Was this comfort or a warning? After biting her earlobe, Tae-ha whispered sweetly before pressing his palm firmly against the dip of her waist.

When Ji-soo startled and tried to crawl away, he yanked her back, pressing her flush against him.

“Where do you think you’re going? Still not fixing that bad habit?”

“Tae-ha! Just… ngh… hurry up and finish.”

“Tsk. Didn’t I say that’s not happening?”

Chuckling, Tae-ha gripped her chest and lifted her hips.

While Ji-soo was on the verge of losing her mind from the overwhelming fullness, Tae-ha was completely at ease.

Of course he was.

Using the excuse of an upcoming business trip, Tae-ha had been mercilessly driving into her nonstop until the day before.

Places Ji-soo would never have imagined herself in—he took her there, whispering filthy words like a curse.

Even when she tearfully refused, in the end, she always gave in to him.

Maybe that was when it started.

Seeing Ji-soo’s tear-streaked face stuttering out obscenities was so unbearably beautiful that he began deliberately scheduling more business trips.

But the benefits of these trips didn’t end there.

Killing two birds with one stone? For Tae-ha, it was more like killing one night to get two.

Before leaving, he had a scorching night with Ji-soo—and when he returned, the real second round of debauchery began.

The heavy bed shook violently under their fervor.

Ji-soo, biting her lip, suddenly felt relieved she had sent their son to her mother’s place.

Now that Yeon-su was toddling around, he often woke up at night and knocked on their bedroom door.

Thankfully, he had never managed to burst in—but if he had…

A few days ago, at the breakfast table, Yeon-su had innocently asked, ”Mommy, Mommy, why were you crying all night?”

After that, Ji-soo had avoided Tae-ha for a while.

Given the circumstances, if Tae-ha went even a single day without holding her, he’d turn into the neighborhood madman, suffering from severe lethargy and affection deficiency.

“Is it really that hard for you to stick to just once?”

“Yeah. I’d rather not do it at all than do it like that.”

Of course, he could lie, pin her down with the promise of just once, and then have his way all night—but Tae-ha didn’t want to hurt her.

Fine. Better to train his filthy, lust-driven body into celibacy than risk it.

I’m a widower. I have serious performance issues.

He repeated these mantras to himself, trying to control the feverish nights.

In a way, business trips were a blessing for their marriage.

The unspoken promise—the night before and after a trip would be scorching.

Whenever Tae-ha sent his travel schedule, Ji-soo would quietly arrange for Yeon-su to stay with her parents.

Yeon-su, who adored people, happily held his grandparents’ hands and traveled around the country with them.

Tae-ha’s ragged breathing grew heavier. He reached for the nightstand drawer, fumbling around—but the condom that should’ve been there was gone.

Had they used the last one earlier?

When he let out a low curse, Ji-soo lifted her head.

“Can’t we just… not use one? Tonight, I want to feel you completely.”

Her acting was terrible, but the raw desire in her words only excited Tae-ha more.

For months now, Ji-soo had been dropping hints about wanting a second child.

The joy of having a daughter, the fulfillment, the benefits of Yeon-su having a sibling—

Tae-ha mostly brushed it off, listening with half an ear.

“Ji-soo, I’d rather enjoy nights like this with you than the joy of raising a daughter. And as for our son—I’ll make sure he grows up independent and ambitious, without needing to rely on siblings in this harsh world.”

Their disagreement over a second child had subtly affected their relationship. Ji-soo started conveniently removing the condoms Tae-ha stocked in the drawer.

Hence her new tactic—begging to go bare.

“Should we? Ah—I can’t hold back anymore.”

But Cha Tae-ha, unlike what Ji-soo hoped, didn’t leave a single drop inside her. He made sure not a single chance remained, handling the possibility perfectly.

Their climaxes hit simultaneously, ragged breaths mingling.

Tae-ha kissed Ji-soo’s heaving chest, sharing the lingering pleasure.

Her delicate shoulders trembled.

Ji-soo was crying.

Tae-ha wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Feeling her small shivers against his chest made his heart ache.

Was this really something to cry so bitterly over? Just because her wish for a second child was thwarted?

Even before marriage, Ji-soo had been unusually passionate about babies and family.

Tae-ha, who had no interest in interacting with anyone outside of Ji-soo, didn’t particularly agree—but since she wanted it so badly, he figured one child was fine.

Yeon-su hadn’t been planned, but still, Tae-ha considered his parental duties fulfilled. From now on, he intended to live as Ji-soo’s lover, not just her husband.

He never expected her to suddenly become obsessed with having a second child.

“Ji-soo, stop crying. If you keep this up, how am I supposed to leave for my trip?”

In the middle of their stubborn battle, Ji-soo clung to him and sobbed like a child.

She looked so cute that Tae-ha almost blurted out—Fine, we’ll have a second kid, just stop crying!

When Ji-soo finally stopped crying and looked up at him, her gaze was strangely… seductive.

Ah. She had changed tactics.

“Tae-ha, kiss me.”

Ji-soo knew full well that Tae-ha could never resist this kind of temptation.

Like a sturdy dam crumbling from the smallest crack, the best way to break Tae-ha’s resolve wasn’t a direct attack—but slowly arousing him until he was putty in her hands.

“Ngh… Hng… My tongue too—hurry.”

Ji-soo wrapped her arms around Tae-ha’s neck and pushed her tongue in wetly.

The Ji-soo who had been limp and passive just moments ago now climbed onto his lap. She rocked her hips, greedily sucking on his lips.

Her seduction was adorably clumsy—but Tae-ha’s body heated up instantly. He was already hard enough to pierce right through her.

“If I’m on top… Ngh… then you’ll stay still, right?”

Just the suggestion alone nearly made Tae-ha lose it. His firm resolve against a second child was already wavering.

He gripped her swaying hips.

“Go ahead. Try it.”

Despite countless nights together, Ji-soo was always shy in bed.

The slightest change in position or unfamiliar touch made her stiffen with tension.

Maybe that was why—with Ji-soo, novelty always outweighed familiarity.

Even after sharing daily life and having a child together, Ji-soo approached him like a new lover every time.

Then again, no matter where you are or what role you’re in, I’d still want you just as badly.

Kneeling over him, Ji-soo slowly lowered herself, adjusting to his size.

A shallow moan escaped her at the tight stretch before she clenched around him, instinctively pulling him closer by the neck.

“Need help?”

“Ngh… No. I can do it.”

For a second, she doubted herself—but seeing Tae-ha’s sharp, upward thrust erased all hesitation.

She was definitely doing it right.

But moving while fully sheathing Tae-ha’s size was hard. How was she supposed to rock on something this massive?

If only Tae-ha would lose control like he did during her first pregnancy—pouncing on her like a beast.

But right now, he was too composed.

Even at the critical moment, when his eyes darkened with lust, he somehow managed to fumble for a condom in the drawer.

Ji-soo cupped his face and kissed him, whispering something obscene—the most humiliating word Tae-ha had ever made her say.

Did her plan work?

Snap.

The determination in Tae-ha’s eyes vanished.

In an instant, he flipped her onto her back and ravaged her like a wild animal.

“Tae-ha… More. It feels so good—Hng!”

Even as she struggled to take his relentless thrusts, Ji-soo didn’t stop coaxing him with filthy commands.

Lost in the heat of the long, debauched night, the couple spilled their passion into each other over and over—only stopping when morning came.

Tae-ha postponed his business trip to the next day.

And Ji-soo decided to go with him—on the condition that Yeon-su didn’t tag along.