“Ah-heut, ah-eung, ah.”

Her head throbbed, and her entire skull vibrated with a stinging sensation. They were facing each other, but it was she who was unilaterally collapsing. Unable to withstand the relentless piston-like thrusts, she flailed, unable to find a proper position. Yi-hwan, who was sitting on the headboard, gripped both sides of her buttocks and pulled her tightly towards him.

As she was pulled closer, her legs spread wider, and the cock probing inside her thrust deeper at his command, causing her pitifully straining back to arch and sway as if it would break.

Her breasts were already heavy with milk, and the up-and-down motion caused the milk to slosh around, wetting everything from the swollen areola he had fiercely sucked to the milk-soaked nipples and the lumps that had hardened since morning. An aching pain and a corresponding increase in pleasure forced her to support her own breasts with her hands.

Even as she lurched with the force of his thrusts, her nipples, now a deeper color, leaked trickles of milk, wetting and slicking her entire chest.

She moaned weakly as she endured his rough thrusts, her small hands supporting and kneading her overflowing breasts. He abruptly pulled Yeon’s upper body towards him, pressing her against his chest. Their sweat-slicked skin clung together like warm dough.

With her center of gravity now on him, it was easier to sway her hips. Yeon wrapped her arms around his neck and focused on the orgasm that surged towards her insertion point as she rocked her pelvis. Finally, bringing her wet opening right up against his scrotum and rapidly moving her hips, heat flared throughout her body, and her vision exploded.

“Ah-heuh, ah, ah!”

The climax she felt when the thick base of his cock was finally buried and rubbed inside her was on a different level than simple insertion. She wanted to say it was a realm only he could offer.

With his persistent kisses trailing down her neck, her mind soon exploded and shattered, and only the lingering remnants of pleasure spread throughout her chest and body.

Furthermore, as she rubbed and shook her breasts against his chest, Yi-hwan’s firm bare chest became soaked with breast milk.

During her lactation period, milk flowed even when she was still, enough to wet her nursing pads. Now, with her breasts pressed and heaving against his broad chest, the heavily filled milk couldn’t withstand the friction and flowed down his bare skin, drenching his chest.

One might expect the lewdly soiled bodies to dampen the mood, but the sound of breast milk squishing against bare skin only deepened his thrusts. The angle of his cock’s insertion deepened towards his abs, becoming more insistent. They groaned simultaneously at the satisfying copulation. Neither of them was first.

He trailed kisses down her neck, greedily licked the swollen skin of her breasts, and bit hard on her milk-flowing nipple. He swallowed the droplets of milk that spurted out and then licked her entire aching breast.

Each time his tongue brushed her nipple, pearly droplets steadily moistened his tongue and softly wet his throat. Without even touching her throbbing nipples, he soothed her aching, swollen nipples by sucking on them.

The strong pressure of his suction made the area around her areola, which was trapped in his mouth, writhe with a stinging pain and the pleasure that countered it. Even amidst this, as milk flowed, he swallowed the sweet liquid that went down his Adam’s apple.

“Eating this every day, no wonder Tosil is gaining weight.”

With a drop of milk on his lower lip, he seriously empathized with the reason for the baby’s weight gain.

“Does it hurt?”

“It’s okay... ah.”

“Well, this is something I can’t take the pain for you.”

At his hot breath, filled with sincerity, Yeon shuddered her exposed breasts. Unable to bear the sensation, cloudy breast milk trickled down the nipple folds, following the glistening ridge of her breast wet with his saliva.

However, Yeon’s mind was too overwhelmed by the surging cock inside her, writhing and coiling, to spare any attention to her front.

“Heuh, what if the baby wakes up? A little slower.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to finish quickly before it wakes up?”

The meaning conveyed by his slyly smiling lips was different.

“Then cum quickly. Before Seung-joo wakes up.”

As she agreed with his words, Yi-hwan, as if he had been waiting, spat out her nipple and reached for her waist, flipping her over. She pushed her hips far back towards him and pressed her upper body flat against the sheet. Immediately, he roughly shook the cock that had been re-inserted for the final climax, scraping and probing her entrance.

“Ang! Like this, hard, ah! If you do that, aah-ang!”

“Are you really going to cum right away?”

She shook her head, saying no, and moved her hips herself, pushing the desire-filled cock deep into her narrow opening. He pounded her bewitching vagina, which chewed at his reddish cock every time he plunged in, until she was satisfied.

“Your hole is really swollen. Let’s stop cumming, okay?”

He was worried about her well-being. In fact, they had already had a vigorous session almost all morning before he went to work, so it was no wonder her tender opening was swollen after having another round after he came home.

She shook her hips and pressed herself tightly against his pelvis, refusing. He was truly worried and at the same time so in love that his head almost exploded.

“You told me to cum quickly just now. Huh? You always say one thing and do another.”

“More... eat more, euung.”

She wondered how a baby had come out of this hole. It was already so difficult to accommodate just his cock. Only after he had inserted his cock until she wanted him to and had thoroughly moved in and out did she finally allow him to ejaculate.

As soon as permission was granted, he gained momentum and forcefully thrust his throbbing glans deep inside her, unleashing the milky white semen, like the breast milk she had been profusely leaking. It was thicker and more lewd.

“Aah-ang! Ang!”

As he pulled out the thick glans that had been lodged inside her, the thick cap of his glans must have hit her G-spot and bounced back, as his arousal fluid streamed down her pubic hair, instantly releasing a cool pleasure and shooting out the remaining stream.

Because her hips were raised, the trajectory of the fluid was steep. He watched with his own eyes as the sheet became messily wet. He liked seeing it all soaked with her fluids.

“Aah... here... I’m going crazy, heueuh.”

Even as she released a stream of lewd liquid, unclear whether it was urine or arousal fluid, she twisted her body, rubbing her clit from side to side, lost in the spreading orgasm. She couldn’t help it, even knowing the sheet was getting soaked. As if proving him right, her vaginal opening, which continued to flutter even as she came, was completely steeped in pleasure.

“Cum more. You’re beautiful no matter what you cum.”

Having been struck head-on by the stimulation he offered, she was lost in a daze somewhere beyond climax. Even as she floundered in the irresistible abyss of pleasure, her hand that rubbed her clit was persistent. Knowing well how to maximize this climax, she commendably moved her fingers until the very end.

Yi-hwan lifted Yeon’s buttocks with both hands, guiding the last drop out. Unable to resist the temptation, he put his tongue into her wet, fluttering round opening and sucked the remaining fluid of her orgasm.

“Aht, not now, aah-ah!”

He pressed his tongue against her urethra, releasing a gush of hot pleasure, and then rubbed her clit with his tongue tip, scattering it. With a thud, her body fell onto the sheet, her fingernails digging into it, and she closed her tear-filled eyes.

Before he could even admire her appearance, her breasts wet with breast milk, her vulva messy with his semen, her body a mess from top to bottom, the baby started crying.

“I think... I woke her up.”

“I’ll go check. You stay here.”

He kissed her cheek, which was softly panting, put on his gown, and left the room.

Yeon fumbled with the sheet, which was completely wet because of the lewd pleasure she had released, and wiped her damp forehead. He would probably end up taking care of the troublesome task of bathing her in warm water again.

But intertwining warmly with him was still good. Because she could most desperately feel him focusing solely on her and embracing her throughout their sex, Yeon listened to the fading cries of the baby, feeling that the vagina he had fiercely plunged into was still not completely closed.

Not long after, he returned, drank some water from the glass he had placed on the bedroom console, and then offered the remaining water to her. Even with his consideration to quench her thirst, she pulled his hand to the bed and made him sit down, then roughly opened the loose front of his gown.

Without the energy to enjoy afterplay, he left the bedroom, and his cock, still half-erect and throbbing with lingering energy, suddenly sprang up.

Of course, it wasn’t a cock that would easily die down after just one or two ejaculations. After all the times they had been intimate, she knew his lower body well.

Yeon clutched her breasts, which swayed with a heavy weight, and got off the bed, stepping back. She then deeply inserted and buried his cock, messy with dried clumps of vaginal fluids, into the valley between her breasts.

Pressing and rubbing the thing she had squeezed in, she felt her nipples, which were touching her fingertips, become moist. Even knowing what it was, she couldn’t stop when she saw him, aroused and leaking precum onto her soft breast skin.

Barely managing to gather her strength after one climax, she positioned the man’s cock in the center and pressed her breasts together, squeezing them.

As pressure was applied to her palm and her entire breast tightened, her nipples stung and her breasts throbbed. But even with his clumsy caresses, the lewd sight of milky semen gathering at the tip of his glans made Yeon’s stroking hand become increasingly busy.

“Your breast, ha, slowly, okay? Yeon-ah, it’s okay. Heut, milk is coming out. It hurts, right?”

Each time the nipple caught between his fingers was pinched, the leaking milk soon wet the area around her breast.

As she lewdly tried to fit the stiff cock between her breasts, her rhythm faltering due to exhaustion, he took over, shaking his thick torso, waist, and pelvis, making his reddish cock bob between her slippery breasts. Soaked and milky white, his aroused member began to pant out thick, lustful semen. His erect glans, filled with rising excitement, ripened enticingly, showing signs of imminent ejaculation.

Without even needing to see, Yeon knew that the cock that had been busily moving between her ample breasts had finally reached the verge of climax. The glans, now even hotter and more swollen between her cleavage, was sending signals of release.

Watching his panting urethra, Yeon licked his glans deeply and asked, “Ah, euung, ah, where, euung, are you going to cum?”

“Hoo, where... keut... I want to eat it. I’ll cum wherever you want.”

He asked her will in a cracked voice, trying to suppress his moans. Yeon immediately opened her cupped breasts and crawled up onto the bed.

She provocatively lay on her stomach, raising her buttocks and lowering her upper body to flatten her breasts. A position like the mating of beasts, the deepest way to receive a man’s seed.

As she positioned herself for a rear entry, he didn’t question further, placing his cock at her entrance. He took a deep breath, and then plunged his imminent member deeply inside her.

Slap, slap. Several thrusts followed, and as she trembled her hips with the satisfaction of an orgasm close to pain, he ejaculated without missing the moment.

Now, he had reached a point where he readily offered her whatever she desired with even her smallest gesture. Wasn’t this fierce cock and the copious amount of semen that followed all hers?

Grasping her collapsing buttocks as she fell as if defeated by his overwhelmingly lustful devotion, he persistently kissed her.

When she lifted her heavy eyelids and opened her eyes again, she was in the warm bathwater, in his broad embrace.

In the quiet bathroom, the sound of the lapping bathwater created a low rhythm. Only his warm embrace felt acutely real, as if comforting her tired body. Behind her, his languid breaths fell somewhat irregularly.

Surely, his lust wasn’t rising again. Yeon carefully buried the undeniable possibility and leaned her upper body further, using his chest as a support, and closed her eyes.

Yi-hwan adjusted her position so she could lean more comfortably and kneaded her breasts, which were mottled with red marks from his rough kisses and bites.

“Ah-eung...”

“Even after pumping, your breasts are still very swollen. Is it always like this?”

She was about to say it was because he had bitten, sucked, and shaken them all over until they felt like they would melt, but she stopped herself. She also clearly remembered her willingly shaking them.

He pressed firmly on a hardened lump, and her back arched involuntarily. The pressure of his kneading hand was just right, feeling pleasantly cool and relieving.

His palm, a size different from hers, effortlessly supported her full breast and massaged it with a steady touch. His grip, which pressed and pulled, expertly hitting the spots she wanted, made a groan involuntarily escape her lips.

As she faintly moaned, caught between satisfaction and pain, he, who was engrossed in the massage, pondered seriously.

“I’ll end up catching the baby if we have two more.”

If the first “baby” referred to Seung-joo, the latter “baby” referred to her. To him, she was a wife he only wanted to cherish and pamper, or a woman he wanted to love and kiss all day long, never feeling satisfied.

So, it was unlikely that he would be entirely happy about Yeon having a child. Every time he saw her struggling during her pregnancy, he would often say they should stop at the first child.

He would often swallow hard, saying that it didn’t make sense for a baby to come out of such a small hole.

“Anyway, I should get myself tied up.”

“No, no way!”

“Huh?”

She preempted him, perhaps thinking he would say no to a second child.

“But you know, I’m so happy these days when I look at Seung-joo. He looks so much like you. That’s why he’s so beautiful. I wonder if this is what it means to be happy just by looking at someone. I’m serious. So there’s no need to get tied up...”

She had been skeptical about marriage, let alone children. She knew that her change of heart was solely because of this man. It was the biggest change and happiness in her life, something she wouldn’t have dared to dream of if it weren’t for Cha Yi-hwan, something that might seem trivial to others.

Being with this man who had given her a child resembling him and loved her devotedly every day.

She earnestly appealed about how precious it was to be with their child, but he didn’t answer, just stared intently at her, his lips subtly curving upwards before he chuckled.

The stifled laughter, the rising lips, the sexily creased eyes were a perfect match, and Yeon momentarily stared blankly at him before barely regaining her senses and asking, “...Why?”

“No, well, because I’m happy.”

“What?”

“I like it when you look at me with those eyes.”

“These eyes?”

“You always look at me like that when you’re sucking me. Just like now.”

Ugh. He was teasing her when she was being so serious.

“I don’t know. You’re a pervert. I’m not talking to you.”

Even as she sulkily grumbled, pretending to be upset, she guided his hand to her nipple, and a low chuckle escaped his throat. Her heart fluttered at the sound of his laughter.

Ah, she was going crazy. Watching him briefly mutter and sweep back his slightly wet hair, she thought she wanted him to kiss her. Desire always came like an attack. With all her longing, she turned her head and looked at him, batting her eyelashes lewdly, and finally their eyes met.

“What, again, why?”

He had already seen through her intentions. Without saying anything, he furrowed his brow and instead asked her what she wanted.

She knew he was mentally whipping himself not to give in to her provocation. She also knew he wouldn’t be able to resist her seduction in the end.

He was already worried that more intimacy would strain her body. That’s why he had ended their previous encounter with two ejaculations.

His deviation from his usual routine and his exceptional behavior were clear signs that he had something in mind. Yeon, knowing this, clung to him even more persistently.

“Don’t look at me like that, ha.”

His low, muttered curse sounded sexy, and she must be crazy for thinking that.

“Ah, my cock is hard again.”

Finally, their lips met. See? It was irresistible. Pretending not to notice, she subtly moved her upper body, but he, now impatient, pressed his body against hers. This was finally what she had wanted.

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He had been working from home for several days now. There was a babysitter to look after the child, and his maternal grandmother diligently visited to see the baby, yet he had practically worked without sleep for almost a month to work from home. Then, sometime ago, instead of going to the office, he had chosen his study and stayed by the baby’s side.

Yeon ended up getting sick. She had body aches and couldn’t get out of bed, spending half the morning lying down. She was wrapped in blankets, unable to move at all, when she felt something cover her forehead. It was a large, soft hand. Her man’s hand.

Deliberately not opening her eyes, she pressed her forehead firmly against his touching hand, and he even stroked her cheek.

“Sleep more.”

“Seung-joo?”

“I’ll watch him, so don’t worry.”

She nodded, still keeping her eyes closed.

“You’re the only one who would end up bedridden after fucking.”

The end of his scattering sigh brushed her cheek before falling away. Missing it, she glanced open her eyes and saw his lowered gaze.

“That’s why I told you I can’t anymore. How could you even do it in the bathroom?”

“You’re not kidding right now, are you? Never mind.”

Heung. Yeon smiled with her eyes and closed them again, pretending not to notice. I’m the crazy one for being so out of my mind for you. Who else can I blame? Muttering to himself, he finally kissed her forehead and left the room.

She had fallen into such a deep sleep that she didn’t even hear the baby cry. With each deep inhale and exhale, a sweet fragrance wafted over her, making her feel increasingly drowsy.

Instinctively, Yeon nestled into the source of the scent, rubbing her body against it. It was warmer than inside the blanket. Much broader, more reliable, and the sensation of her back being stroked was soft yet firm.

“Warm...”

As she buried her face in that vast space and nuzzled, the sensation of his hand stroking her back became even gentler.

“Of course it’s warm. It’s your husband’s embrace.”

“Ugh... uh?”

“Nothing. Sleep. Want to sleep while touching my cock? No. Sleep.”

She felt lightheaded, as if drunk on alcohol, with adrenaline swirling at the top of her head. She wasn’t sure if it was the lingering effects of her illness or the complete peace of mind she felt in this warmth, but Yeon felt like she was floating on clouds in her dream, thoroughly intoxicated.

“You have to be so cute. Why are you being so cute even in your sleep? Uh, no, no. Sleep.”

The low rumble of his voice was what pleased her the most.

“Euung.”

Yeon rubbed her eyes and lifted her now lighter eyelids.

She must have fallen asleep in the early afternoon, but the sun was setting outside the curtains. As she tried to lift her body, which had been lying down for almost half the afternoon, she was pressed down by a large arm wrapped around her waist.

Even with his eyes closed, you could tell he had handsome eyes. Admiring him anew with a foolish fondness, she traced the corners of Yi-hwan’s eyes, where fine lines crinkled.

It felt like it had been a very long time since she had seen him sleeping so languidly with such an unguarded face. It had already been years since they had started sharing their lives, but it was always she who showed him her defenseless, relaxed side.

Whether before or after sex, she was the one who would fall asleep first, and he even left for work earlier than her, so perhaps it was natural.

Even after giving birth to Tosil, he was always the first to wake up, taking care of the baby’s feeding and watching over them as they slept. Perhaps that was why she could say such carefree things about wanting a second child. He was the man who always took care of the difficult tasks before they even reached her.

Even though they had a housekeeper and a babysitter, she knew that there were many things that realistically required the parents’ attention, which only made her realize his presence even more. He had become silently busier and stood steadfastly behind her. How could her heart not constantly grow warmer?

“Sunbae.”

She gave a light kiss to his always loving, red lips. She loved this man so much that she couldn’t bear to live without him.

“I love you.”

So please, stay by my side forever, just like now.

She spoke to their future, to the countless moments they would share together.