Chapter 655 – Each One’s Hour, Fuchsia (1)

The desecrated matriarch caws crudely.

Revealing the secrets hidden under her never-displayed lingerie.

A coquettish female bird, impaled on an alarmingly enormous phallus, was clinging to the man.

“Heugh… jade… ohhhhh!”

The bed, groaning under the assault, is littered with acorns.

“Heugh… going mad… I feel like I’m losing my mind… Eugh. Eugh… Ahhhhh!!”

It seemed that sanity had been abandoned long ago.
Each time I thrust, her body, smeared with semen, convulsed.

– Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!!

“Ah!! Ah! Ahh… !”

Startled! Her body writhes.
Thrusting my engorged member into her reddened posterior following countless bouts of lovemaking, I climax within her.

“…Ugh, oh… jade.”

Her lewdly spread legs tremble for quite some time.

– Pfff, Pff!

A creamy torrent of semen spills over the edges of her crudely exposed orifice.

– Gulp, gulp.

“…Euh… Ah.”

As I pull back with impeccable timing, another entrance within her vagina catches the tip of my glans.

I tap the orifice filled to the brim with semen.

– Gulp.

The semen, once swallowed by her lower lips, begins to reverse its course.

Like a delta in the lower regions, the harvested semen starts to pool at her and my groin. As I withdraw my hips, an unending waterfall cascades onto the pristine white sheets.

“Huh… Ugh… ha.”
“Are you satisfied?”
“Mm… Yes.”

Before extracting my rigid member, Se-young, who had been whimpering, clasps my waist again.

“Don’t… pull out.”
“More?”
“No… just. Ha, ha… Let me catch my breath for a moment… Just hold me.”

A body so drenched in semen that it’s difficult to discern where to embrace.
I had no choice but to simply hold her.

– Squeeze.

A heated nude woman nestles against me, her head buried in my neck, exhaling languid breaths.

“That, ha… Do you realize?”
“What?”
“You just… You’ve just taken a truly remarkable woman.”

Is she implying that she’s different now from before?
Even her weight is different.

“…Are you saying you’ve gained weight?”

Mostly in areas like her thighs.

It is true that she has become significantly more enticing and sexy than before, and so, I plant a gentle kiss on Se-young’s forehead.

– Smack.

A face that softens in contentment.
Hair plastered to her forehead and cheeks, slick with sweat, and the scent is not exactly pleasant, let alone her body that has become a battleground of our passions.

For a fleeting moment, Se-young’s face, reflected in my line of sight, looked extremely content.

“Ha, ha… Hey… you know?”
“Yes.”
“I, who do I belong to?”

A question flowing out, pure and unadorned.

– Squeeze.

“Mine.”

I pull her into an embrace in response to her question.

Se-Young, who nestled in my arms without resistance, embraced my back with a weary smile.

– Aaagh!

“Mine.”

I pulled her closer, our bodies merging into one, the intensity escalating.

“…Hmm.”

Suffocatingly, I held her tight. Her chest was squashed and her face flushed.

She lay motionless, letting her weight fall on me until she was on the brink of fainting. Her golden eyes were heavy with warmth and moisture.

– Agh!

“……”
“……”

Strength surged into her arms, encircling my back.

– Tight!

With every ounce of strength she exerted, our embrace tightened. In response, I held her even firmer.

– Aaaagh!

With a force comparable to that of wrestling a Hunter, so strong it made the bones in my chest resonate.

“…Ugh.”

Maybe I had overdone it, as her grip started to slacken.

Yet.

It was clear she was in pain, and her breath was labored.

Intriguingly, Lee Se-Young looked at me with a face glowing with ecstasy.

“…I love you. No matter how strange our relationship was… I didn’t forget.”

A flower bloomed in the red-hued hair of her head nestled against me. Se-Young shivered, as if the timing had caught her off guard.

A beautiful crimson flower bloomed in her untouched green hair.

“Oh…♡”

Her eyes sparkled brilliantly.

* * * * * * * * * *

The sorrow a woman feels in solitude is something a man can never understand.

Despite living apart from my lovers, I never distanced myself from the feminine aspect of my life.

Lee Se-Young, Azalea, Star, and Cornus.

During the three years of nurturing a futile sense of guilt, did they cultivate love and longing opposite to mine? Yesterday was a day that stirred many thoughts.

– Yesterday, it was good…

She looked bashful as she bid me farewell. When I quizzically noted her uncharacteristic demeanor, her response was astounding.

– What, what, what? Can’t I be shy???

Even so, swearing at someone who’s all ears…

Possibly due to her feathered attire, her persona turned crow-like, and she ended up scratching her face fervently.

– You’re a fool, it’s cheap even if you get cursed at.

Admittedly.

But there’s nothing cuter than a harmless curse.

That’s how the morning unfolded as I parted ways with Se-Young.

Not long after returning to our room, I found myself sharing a meal with Dal-rae, who had seamlessly taken over the baton.

– Bubbling –

“Paa~!! It’s Baba!”

The sound of simmering soup filled our humble kitchen. Unexpectedly, a chunk of unknown origin popped into view.

The playful antics of our little one lightly grazed my knee.

“What’s this?”

“Daddy Shiba!”

In her hand was a toy from a company known for producing items that, when stepped on, emitted an ear-piercing yelp – toys that I was certain were crafted by some nefarious inventor.

“Is this supposed to be Daddy?”
“Beep!”

Shiba’s face lit up with a radiant smile. Wiki seemed to have been taken elsewhere by Alba. And rightly so, this was the time for Azalea to have me all to herself.

Under normal circumstances, Shiba would have been left with a nanny, but Dal-rae objected.

“Let’s see… it doesn’t really resemble Daddy.”
“Beep, no. It looks like Daddy.”
“Really?”

Upon closer inspection of the small toy, to my surprise, a strand of hair slipped from the block and rolled onto the floor.

“Piyaak!? Daddy’s hair!!!”
“No, it’s perfectly fine.”

This couldn’t stand. I promptly fitted the strand of hair back onto the toy. After all, hair is of utmost importance.

– Thump –

“…What are you both up to?”

At that moment, Dal-rae, donned in kitchen gloves, giggled as she placed the stew in the center of the table.

Shiba’s eyes widened with surprise.

“Mum! Daddy’s hair is on this. When I touched it, it all came off.”
“Holla? Siheon, you didn’t… .”
“No, absolutely not.”

I quickly denied the suspicion while peering into the pot. The scent gave it away – it was Cheonggukjang Jjigae, a dish I savored in the past when Dal-rae had prepared it.

“Do you like it… see?”
“Yes. It took a while to grow on me. But with every serving… it gets more delicious.”

Back then, Dal-rae would speak more formally. Now she converses with comfortable ease.

“What’s the matter?”

Her head suddenly appeared in my line of sight.

“No, it just occurred to me that you remembered. But is it really okay to let it go like this?”

Dal-rae smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

“What else is there besides this?”

A day spent with Shiba. An ordinary family’s holiday seemed to be a dream that Dal-rae always cherished.

I felt a pang of embarrassment, wondering how I could satisfy her, and let out a sigh.

“Dad? Mum?”
“Oh, I was lost in thought. Shiba~ It’s time to eat!”
“Yay!!”

With a delightful laugh, Dal-rae headed straight to the refrigerator, efficiently setting the table with various side dishes.

Watching her perfected movements, I was reminded that she was indeed the housewife.

Twenty-four.

At an age where it would not be out of place to be relishing youthfulness in front of Hongdae, she was raising Shiba and managing our household.

Her heart was not at ease. She strained to keep her turbulent emotions in check, her gaze drifting over the array of side dishes laid out before her.

From sausages to bulgogi, an assortment of greens to mixed vegetables, braised cutlassfish to simmered short ribs.

“Yummm~!”

Shiba’s ecstatic cry echoed from her side.

“Yum, yuuum!”

Shiba, ever the food enthusiast, had her fork poised to eagerly devour the array of side dishes. But her gastronomic bliss was abruptly interrupted.

-Thwack!

A swift hand had struck her own.

“Ouch!”
“Shiba, dear, your father should eat first.”
“…Ouch…”

Shiba, gently rubbing the back of her hand, turned her head and cast a cautious glance upward.

Her watchful demeanor, as she waited her turn to eat, was utterly endearing. A fleeting glance at Azalea revealed her in a bright yellow apron, her eyes twinkling in response.

‘Her hairstyle has changed too,’ I realized.

Her once short hair had grown long, reaching down to her back. Her braided locks on one side seemed a gentle reminder of her role as a mother. Her warm visage, devoid of any awkwardness, bore no trace of her past unsightliness.

No signs of guilt, no behavior that hinted at her being overly conscious.
She seemed to be simply cherishing the moment.

“Aren’t you going to start eating? Darling?”

Her voice was honey-sweet.

“Yup.”

Heeding Shiba’s coaxing voice, I lifted my spoon and took a bite of the stew. The hearty broth, steeped in tender tofu, seeped into my weary frame.

-Clatter.

“Ah…”
“Is it tasty?”
“Yes.”

Azalea, her mouth covered by her hand, was smiling brightly. At that instant, Shiba’s spoon aimed for the pot.

“Ah, Shiba, just a moment~! Freeze?”
“Freeze!”

Azalea scooped up a generous ladle of cheonggukjang stew into Shiba’s small bowl. This ‘freeze’ command seemed to be one of the behaviors Shiba had been taught.

It was supposed to make her stop when she was about to do something slightly risky. A technique oft-used in elementary schools and kindergartens. Good-natured Shiba seemed to have taken well to it.

“Ready!”
“Yum~!”

-Slurp, slurp!

The moment permission was granted, Shiba began to gulp down the cheonggukjang stew voraciously. Consuming tofu, zucchini, and onions alike, Shiba shivered all over.

“Oops?!”

‘I guess it’s a little too strong for her taste?’

The thought that cheonggukjang, with its distinctive aroma, might not be to a child’s liking was but a fleeting illusion. Shiba, putting down her bowl, shouted out.

“Oooops~! Yummm~”

Taken aback by the distinctly Korean exclamations emanating from the little one, I questioned my hearing.

Yummm?
Is it the ‘Yummm’ I’m thinking of?

“…Whose kid is this?”
“She’s ours, darling.”
“Ours?”
“Don’t you like that?”
“…No, it’s… it’s nice.”

Did I make a mistake feeding her rice soup as soon as she was weaned? Even the divisive taste of water parsley seemed to find its way into her mouth easily.

“She eats everything well, as long as it’s not sprouts.”
“It’s unbelievable. They say it’s hard to correct kids’ picky eating habits…”

Despite this, it was an unalterable fact that I was more drawn to the meat dishes. Shiba, with both hands gripping the seasoned short ribs, chewed voraciously.

Even though my observation was fleeting, it seemed I had gleaned an insight into the unfolding maturation of the adult Shiba.

“Beep. Protein,” she stated.
“…”

For the first time, our daughter seemed unfamiliar to me. It must be just my perception, right?

“What are you doing, not eating?”
“Ah, ah, yes! I should eat.”

In a flurry, I hoisted my spoon and crammed the side dishes into my mouth. The home-cooked meal of Azalea, whose culinary prowess had grown, was so delicious that it would be an affront to merely compare it to outside food.

Azalea, who had been silently watching Shiba and me with her arms folded under her chin, fetched something from her bosom.

– Click.

“?”
“Beep?”

Images that were previously unattainable.

“Yes, it captured well.”

Azalea, having just pulled out a newly taken photo from the camera, flaunted the picture before us.

Two people, hurriedly devouring the identical braised ribs. My face, unseen for a long time, had an odd appeal. Azalea alone was chuckling, amused by something indiscernible.

“Eat a lot, darling.”

Her head bowed, her hair trembled delightfully.