Chapter 656 – Each One’s Moment, In Pink (2)

“Beep, purr~ Beep purr~”

Shiba, who had received an abundance of her parents’ love all day long, fell into a deep sleep on the bed, unable to resist her drowsiness. This was the result of engaging in her favourite games, from hide-and-seek to horse riding.

Our daughter, happily lost in her dreams. Azalea found Shiba’s sleepiness endearing and chuckled softly.

“Isn’t our daughter incredibly adorable? She’s even drooling… She must be so comfortable.”

-Purr!

Perhaps tickled by Azalea’s breath, the branch above her head wavered like a cat’s ear.

“Beep…”

We exchanged surprised glances, chuckling as we wrapped our arms around Shiba. Under the same blanket were parents and a daughter, their expressions of happiness beyond words.

Azalea, lying next to me, buried her face in the pillow, and with an expression of pure joy, she looked at me.

“On a day like this…”

A smile that showed no sign of fading.

“-I never thought this day would come.”

Her voice was still filled with disbelief.

“… Is it really Siheon in front of me?”

I worried that poking fun might distort her joyous expression.

“Would you prefer it to be a dream?”
“If it’s a dream… I guess I’ll have to wake up and prepare Shiba’s meal again. Hehe.”

Azalea laughed gently.

The question of how she had been was long answered. Azalea’s dedication to Shiba, valued even more than her own business, was evident even from a casual glance.

“After preparing breakfast… I would gather my thoughts while looking at your picture.”

As she began her story, she lightly pricked my shoulder with her fingernail.

She had thought of me. She had lived her life with me in her thoughts.

Are you listening? Remember this. Azalea delicately traced her fingers over my body, as if ingraining its texture into her memory.

“While thinking of you, I would take Shiba to the academy, work while keeping you in my thoughts… share stories about you with my sisters, and wait for our studious daughter… sitting alone at home… I would have lived my life without you.”

Azalea’s hand, clasped within mine, tightened its grip. Her voice wavered slightly.

“You know… Siheon.”
“Yeah.”
“I thought about you a lot.”

I can see that.

At my quiet remark, Azalea—

She choked back tears, her voice trembling slightly.

“Hehe. I lived… I lived very hard.”
“I know.”
“When I die and go to heaven, to look upon your face without envy… despite my efforts, I couldn’t fill the role of a father.”

She had poured her heart into her role, more than any other parent, more than even her own child. It was a point that Lee Se-Young and Star had emphasized several times.

“I accepted everything. But I missed you a lot.”

But now we’re together again. From now on, we can continue without parting.

At the very least, I can always hold you in my arms. This is no dream; let’s lead a fulfilling life with Se-Young and Byul.

“Mm.”

Azalea held Shiba close, her body trembling as she held her breath.

“Can I mention one more thing I desire?”

“What is it?”

“Together, kissing our child’s cheek.”

It’s not a difficult thing. My lips and hers met Shiba’s chubby cheeks.

– Smooch.

“Peep…!”

A hearty laugh burst forth at the constrained sounding cry of our daughter. Late into the night, when the child was asleep, Azalea and I held each other for a while, then slowly rose. Our eyes met.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

– Clatter.

Dallae’s hands, encased in pink rubber gloves, deftly scrubbed the stubborn grime off the dishes.

Having spent the day playing with Shiba, she tackled the housework that had piled up, one task at a time. She was so skilled that it wasn’t long before the end was in sight.

“Just wait a bit, I’ll make tea soon.”
“Why not just use magic to do it tomorrow?”
“Hmm, actually, I find it more comforting to do it myself.”

Dallae, shaking off her damp rubber gloves, turned to me with a bright smile.

Why did her face, so full of nurturing warmth, appear so endearing? I longed to plant an unrestrained kiss on her lips that bore a smile revealing her white teeth.

‘Is this a platonic love?’

I mused that it wouldn’t seem odd to ask for the release of pent-up desires, at least once.

They say that the way of love changes a bit once you become a couple. Since daytime, we had only indulged in teasing touches.

– Clatter.

The plan was to chat over tea. But I felt utterly distant from such mundane tasks.

I didn’t mind, but what if Dallae, being conscious, hesitated to speak up? As a husband lacking tact, I might earn the ire of either Se-Young or Byul.

Should I be straightforward?
Or should I set the mood?

– Tap.

Just as the plates were nearly clean, I rose from the table and approached Dallae from behind.

“Hmm?”

I wrapped my arms around her waist. Simultaneously, I rested my chin on her shoulder, pulling my lower body close to hers.

“Ah….”

The mature, young woman looked back at me, her face taut with tension.

“To… do it?”

Her soft buttocks pressed against my lower body, moving restlessly.

Like the wife of a newlywed couple who had been waiting, she couldn’t control the corners of her mouth from curling up. Was she anticipating this deep down?

“Do you not want to?”
“No, it’s not that I don’t want to….”

“If you don’t dislike it, we can continue,” I suggested, leaving the decision in Azalea’s hands. “If it’s unpleasant, feel free to stop at any moment.”

– Squeeze. Tighten.

Azalea, suddenly aware of the pressure against her backside, blushed and murmured quietly.

“I… I was enduring…”

Enduring? But why?

“I could be investing my time in more valuable activities instead of these carnal desires. It’s a waste to spend time on this… it’s only pleasure for me…”

Was that her reasoning? If Azalea’s values dictated as such, then it would be right to withdraw immediately.

As I was about to gently disengage myself from her lower body, she let out a soft…

“…Ah.”

A regretful sigh escaped from her lips.

‘She’s not being truthful,’ I thought.

It was a situation that needed to be confronted, even if it was a bit forceful. Resolving to satisfy the unspoken desire of my young wife, I immediately moved my hands to pull her into a deep embrace.

– Squawk.

“…”

A small smile played on my lips as Azalea’s expression finally brightened.

She was so passive. It suited her to be swayed by my lust, and she wanted it, even if it was for my pleasure.

– Clink.

With an expectant expression, she continued to clean the dishes. As I kept nudging my lower body against her, I pondered how to broach the topic.

“Can you call me once?” I asked.
“What, what? How should I call you?”
“Call me ‘darling’.”

The corners of her mouth twitched in anticipation. Without taking her eyes off the dishes, Azalea called me in her sweet, ticklish voice.

“…Darling.”

Twenty-four, a young married woman. Azalea.

Her sexual preferences… were masochistic. Raising my hand where she couldn’t see, I gave her backside a rather forceful slap.

– Whack!!

Ripples spread across her plump buttocks.

“Ah…!?”

She dropped the plate she was holding due to the sudden pain. Fortunately, it fell into the sink and didn’t break.

Azalea, her legs clenching together, bowed her head, her ears red, her body trembling. Her expression was startled yet steadily accepting of the unexpected pain.

The Azalea I knew was right there. Her pink eyes looked back at me, drenched in desire.

“…If, if you hit me all of a sudden… Darling.”

– Smack!

“Uh… Ahh!”

– Pop!

“Ahah!”

Even though I hit her as hard as when I handled the scepter of a king, her voice that emerged was filled with excited ecstasy.

Her skirt was thin, perfect for spanking. The touch of it was exquisite.

My hand, recklessly groping her heated bottom, could feel the wetness as I touched her lower region.

“Do you feel it immediately?” I teased.
“It’s been so long since I’ve been stimulated… what should I… do… my clothes…”

– Slap!

“Huh… Ah!”

With my right hand raised, I slapped her breast, grasping it tightly along with her apron, shaking it roughly.

I could feel the hard texture of her bra beneath my hand, but it didn’t matter.

As he massaged her breasts fully, he stole a kiss from her lips as she turned her head.

“Mmm…Ah…Darling….”

Her once innocent demeanor had succumbed to desire as she playfully cooed.

As his tongue invaded her mouth, Azalea began to tap lightly on his waist, displaying an affectedly charming demeanor.

Her legs were on the brink of collapse, having lost all their strength. I continued to wrap my arm around her waist, applying pressure as I continued to dominate her.

-Quiver, quiver,

-Thump!

“Ah… Ugh…! Ahh….”

She reveled in the embrace, so tight, it bordered on abuse.

She began to resist, as if trying to push away my arm, gripping it with her hand.
This was also a part of her enjoyment.

“Harder… Go on. Ah. Harder still… It’s okay, even if you say something nasty.”

-Schreech!

Ripping the strings of her apron, tearing the neckline of her tee, I slipped my hand into her pink bra.

The sensation of her voluptuous breasts was intoxicating.
Her nipples, swollen turgid from arousal, were no different.

“Why are you so wet?”
“…….”
“You pretended not to, but in the end, this was what you wanted more than memories.”

As I indulged Azalea’s sultry request, her body quivered in anticipation.

“…No. It’s not. Darling.”
“What isn’t?”

-Thud! Thud!

“Ah… Ah!!”

As I spanked her buttocks, Azalea, whose head had shot up as if she had been shallowly penetrated, spilled her nectar.

“How unguarded. Oh, just look at this.”

As I probed her folds with my fingers, sticky honey adhered to them.
I lifted the honey-soaked fingers to the lips of my bride.

“…Ha… Ha… Gag! Cough.”

A honey factory that consumes its own product, constantly producing more.
Of course, this honey was far more delicious to consume lower down than with the mouth.

“Strip.”

With a soft command, Azalea hesitated, slowly beginning to undress.

She let her skirt drop and pulled her underwear down to her thighs, her body flinched as she clung to me.

I took out my manhood as her delicate body trembled, smacking her breasts.

“Ah… Ah!”

-Schreech.

Azalea’s gaze was fixated on the large member that had sprung out through my pants.

“……?”

She trembled, speechless at the sight of it, much larger than before.

“Why, it’s bigger… it’s bigger – Oh…?”

Her voice was full of anticipation, even amidst her bewilderment.

“Did you miss this? You enjoyed this more than me.”
“That’s not true-”
“What’s not?”

I flicked her aroused clit with my fingers, stimulating her.

-Slap!

“Ah?!? It hurts… Oh… It feels good….”

Azalea, overwhelmed, shuddered. Another flick, and a gush of her juices splashed forth.

-Slap!

-Whoosh!

“Ah!? Ahhhhhhh…♡”

A stream of translucent fluid cascaded from her vagina, briefly spraying and moistening the dresser. Droplets splashed out, dampening my trousers.

“You’re soaking,” I noted.

“…I, I’m sorry… Ah!” she gasped.

– Startle, startle!

“Hold back,” I instructed.

With a soft tap, I struck her clitoris, stimulating it. Her entire body convulsed as she tried to control the pleasure.

“Hold… Oh, that hurts. Ahh, Oof! Haaang…”

– Tap.

“Hnngh…”

– Tap tap.

“Ah, Ugh…”

– Smack!

“Hyaaaaah!”

When I gently caressed her engorged clitoris in the opposite direction, her body buckled as if she was fainting from the sensation.

“Ugh, Ah… Ah?! Aaaaah!”

Her arousal flowed like honey. From Dal-rae’s vagina, which had defied my command, a flush of arousal surged out.

– Swoosh.

She knew this would bring more punishment upon herself.

“Huff… Hah, Haa…”

Dal-rae, gasping for air, was full of anticipation.

To think that such a lascivious hobby lurked behind her passive devotion to her husband and children.

I knew her limits well. Perhaps… Over the past three years, her unsatisfied desires had only twisted her preferences even more.

“Ah… I came… I’m sorry… Honey.”

That one word was a clandestine signal, a plea for punishment.

Aligning my penis with the slick folds of her honey-drenched vagina, I gripped Dal-rae’s panting hair.

“Heeeek…!”

Her head was pulled back, her waist arched, and she waited in anticipation, her ripe vagina presented to me.

She was so aroused that her labia quivered at the mere touch of my glans.

‘Going inside.’

Words were unnecessary. As I thrust forward, Dal-rae let out a startled cry, her body twisting as she screamed.

“I love…. you…!? Hieeeeeah….”

Would the new bride, whispering love while her hair was yanked and my cock was thrust inside her, awaken to a new world? Her vagina was so tight, gripping me firmly.

– Twitch! Twitch…!

The viscous honey obstructed the movement of my hips, but the pleasure provided was far superior to that of an ordinary, wet vagina.

– Spank!

“Ugh… Honey… Ooh. Harder… Spank me.”

As I rocked my hips, the next order came in. I remember how surprised I was when I first encountered this preference.

Regardless, looking at Dal-rae lying in the kitchen, her expression was undeniably one of bliss.