Chapter 50

The heat in the humid bathroom wasn’t just from Taeheon’s body temperature.  

“I want to f*ck you.”  

M*sturbation wasn’t enough. Yaein flinched as if attacked, instinctively pulling her knees together. Her chest was pressed against her knees, hiding her cute n*pples from sight. Taeheon smacked his lips in disappointment.  

“No.”  

“……”  

“Not yet.”  

It was a response that held both despair and hope. A hazy breath escaped from Taeheon’s lips.  

“You act all innocent sometimes, but now you’re training your h*rny husband like a dog… You’re quite the woman.”  

“What are you talking about…! You know that’s not true. I’m just still nervous.”  

“About what?”  

“The baby. The doctor said it’s okay after the second trimester, but I was told my *terus shape isn’t good…”  

Yaein trailed off, glaring at him.  

“You didn’t listen to the obstetrician at all, did you?”  

He couldn’t argue — she was right. Even when sitting next to Yaein during her appointments, his mind had been elsewhere, filled with darker thoughts.  

Thoughts like wishing the baby would just disappear like last time.  

“I’m sorry.”  

There were many meanings behind that apology. Yaein fell silent. Just as he was about to promise to listen properly next time, Yaein turned on the shower.  

A jet of water hit Taeheon right in the face. He closed his eyes and endured the pressure, waiting until the water stopped. When he opened his eyes, Yaein was flicking water droplets at his face with her fingers.  

It felt like being hit by a shockwave of electricity, a pleasant jolt that seemed to wrap around his lungs. Why did such a trivial joke feel so good?  

“You’re all wet.”  

“I’ve been wet for a while.”  

Yaein laughed. Taeheon… wanted her.  

“Come in.”  

Yaein made space for him in the bathtub. It wasn’t very spacious. He knew how cramped it would be once he joined her, but he eagerly slipped into the water.  

The tub overflowed, water spilling over the edges each time Taeheon moved.  

To fit comfortably, they had to overlap their bodies. After trying various positions, Yaein finally settled by leaning against Taeheon’s chest.  

His hard length pressed against her as$. Feeling the smooth skin rub against his *rousal only made the blood rush to his gr*in even more.  

“Can I use your body to get off?”  

Taeheon whispered, brushing Yaein’s hair away from her ear to expose the curve of her earlobe. One of his hands was already caressing her thigh.  

He expected a shy scolding in return, but instead, Yaein turned around to face him.  

Her blushing br*asts peeked halfway above the water. Her n*pples brushed against his chest. With her legs naturally spread to straddle his waist, her soft thighs wrapped around him.  

He could feel her wet folds pressing against his sh*ft. That’s when he realized she was already soaking.  

“If you say you love me, I might let you.”  

Her skin was flushed a vivid pink as she spoke.  

It was the same demand he had made of her once. Realizing that left him dizzy. How could she be so lovable?  

“……”  

He tried to say it — that he loved her — but his breath caught.  

Would it be okay?  

Would it be okay for him to do this to her?

If what my mother gave my father was love, then it was too disgraceful. If obsession that wouldn’t let her leave, or the lust he spread to any woman was considered love, it was too filthy.  

The love that flows through his bloodline is dirty.  

But what should I call this feeling?  

Desire and yearning, despair and hope, and the terrifying sense of fulfillment.  

“Your expression right now… it’s really…”  

Yaein stroked Taeheon’s cheek. A kiss fell on his lips.  

He lunged forward and swallowed her lips. Yaein let his tongue slip inside, mixing their saliva and sucking at the tender flesh within.  

The string of saliva stretching from their lips mixed with the moisture on their skin as Yaein moved her sticky tongue.  

“If you tell me you want to f*ck me, I’ll let you.”  

The wife who used to struggle just hearing such vulgar words now whispered obscenely.  

A torturous *rousal surged through him. He felt like he was going to explode — whether it was his c*ck, his heart, or his head.  

“You said it wasn’t allowed yet.”  

He regretted saying it the moment it left his mouth. If she changed her mind now and said no, he would lose his sanity.  

“Instead, you have to stay still. You’re not allowed to move.”  

A novel kind of torture. The urge to protest bubbled up to his throat, but what could he do?  

Taeheon prided himself on being good at enduring when he set his mind to it.  

Though he wasn’t entirely sure he could manage this time.  

“I want to f*ck you. I want to put it in and feel how hot and tight you are. Let me do it.”  

He whispered feverishly, his voice thick with desire.  

“Please.”  

Even the act of begging felt good. It was because Yaein was looking at him with an expression he had never seen before.  

Her gaze was lifted, proud and aloof, like that of a ruler.  

His pride rebelled, but his desire outweighed it. Petty arrogance couldn’t overcome the desperate hunger gnawing at him.  

If she wished, he would crawl like a dog and lick her feet. He could surrender forever at her small feet.  

But instead of making him kneel, Yaein kissed him. She listened and fulfilled his wishes.  

Yaein held his shoulders and lowered her hips.  

The gl*ns pressed against the parted entrance but couldn’t go in deeper, caught at the tight opening.  

She was naturally tight, and even when he thoroughly prepared her with his tongue and fingers, Yaein always struggled with the initial penetration.  

His senses were focused on the tip, where her body seemed to suck him in, as if begging to be filled.  

He wanted to obey, to plunge deeply and give her the heavy pressure she liked, but Taeheon couldn’t move.  

Yaein had told him not to, and her words were the only law Taeheon wanted to follow.  

“Deeper… Let me go deeper.”  

“I’m trying… but…”  

“Yaein-ah, please.”  

Taeheon kissed her sharp jawline repeatedly, pleading with her. Though he was the one begging, it was Yaein who seemed troubled, as if wanting to grant his wish but unable to.  

My gentle ruler.  

Taeheon felt overwhelmed with love and wanted to collapse from it.  

“Ahh…”  

When it seemed hopeless, Yaein lowered her hand and spread her folds with her fingers.  

Yaein, using her own hands to open herself up — to swallow his c*ck.  

His head felt like it was going to explode.  

“F*ck.”  

Taeheon cursed through gritted teeth. As he moved to grip her waist, Yaein shook her head.  

Taeheon groaned in frustration, clenching his fists tightly.  

“Ugh… Am I not allowed to touch you either?”  

“Stay… still.”  

Yaein insisted stubbornly. Her p*ssy clung to his c*ck, the soft flesh of her br*asts brushing against him as they moved together.  

A blue vein stood out along Taeheon’s throat.  

He was tense, as if enduring punishment, his entire body rigid.  

Finding it curious that he actually listened when told, Yaein traced his neck, her fingertips brushing over the protruding vein.  

It was hard to believe that she could control Kwon Taeheon at her will — a man who seemed invincible.  

She wanted to make him feel good. Yaein used her fingers to spread her entrance wider, gradually sinking his thick sh*ft deeper inside.  

The feeling of flesh being pushed aside was tangible. Inside, she felt stretched and sore.  

When Taeheon took her, she couldn’t think straight, but doing it herself allowed her to control it.  

Still, it was intimidating, and she worried whether she could take it all the way.  

Can I really take it all? She hesitated as her fingers touched the still-remaining half of his length.  

“…Are you going to stop there?”  

Taeheon asked, his tone rough and growling like an animal. Yaein bit the inside of her cheek, a sweet ache spreading between her legs.

Taeheon, intoxicated by pleasure, looked beautiful. His half-open eyes fixed on Yaein, sending a chill down her spine.  

She wanted him.  

Desire surged, blooming from within. She wanted him even more—completely.  

Yaein forced herself to lower her body, taking him in deeper. The intrusion made her pelvis ache slightly.  

“Ah… Ahhk… Hnnng…!”  

Just having him inside made her body tremble. He was too deep, pressing everywhere at once.  

With every part of her filled to the brim, it was hard to pinpoint where the pleasure sparked from. It felt like several switches were being pressed simultaneously. Yaein let out a silent scream.  

An unexpected climax burned through her, leaving her thighs quivering. Muscles tightened and then relaxed, spasming on their own.  

“Did that feel good?”  

Yaein, who had unconsciously wrapped her arms around Taeheon, nodded weakly.  

The overwhelming girth now felt gratifying—filling her to the brim with a sense of completeness.  

“Staying still like this makes me feel like a toy for your m*sturbation.”  

Taeheon whispered as he angled his head to get a better look at her face.  

“It feels good to know you’re enjoying yourself with my c*ck. If you ever want to use it, just feel free to—”  

Unable to listen anymore, Yaein covered his mouth. His long, narrow eyes curved into a gleeful smile.  

His tongue slipped between her fingers, licking and sucking at the soft skin. Startled by the slimy sensation, Yaein quickly pulled her hand away. Taeheon bit at her retreating fingertips, just lightly enough to tickle.  

Even when she pulled away, he kept chasing her hand with gentle nips, making her laugh.  

“Ah!”  

Her brows knitted together as she laughed. The tension made her abdomen ache where his c*ck was deeply buried.  

“Don’t… don’t make me laugh. It makes my stomach feel weird.”  

She clutched her lower belly, wincing, and Taeheon let out a pained breath.  

Yaein paused, captivated by her new discovery. Her husband looked so sinful when he was struggling.  

“Don’t say things that turn me on. I feel like I’m losing control.”  

He spoke so seriously that it made her laugh again.  

“You can touch me now.”  

“If I wasn’t already hard, that line alone would’ve made me stand up straight.”  

He wasn’t exaggerating—she could feel how his c*ck seemed even more swollen and tight inside her. Playfully, Yaein set a condition.  

“Just touching. Nothing else.”  

“So I can’t just start thrusting however I want?”  

“Nope.”  

“What if I hold you up and f*ck you like a dog?”  

“…No. That’s dangerous.”  

“Got it. I’m just Yaein’s c*ck-equipped m*sturbation toy.”  

When Yaein glared at him with sharp eyes, Taeheon responded with a playful smile.  

“When you glare like that, it turns me on.”  

He slid his hand from her waist to her chest, but Yaein grabbed it firmly. Taeheon paused and waited.  

Yaein guided his hand back to her br*ast, letting his fingers sink into the soft flesh. A blissful moan escaped him.  

“Hah…”  

Yaein started to move slowly. She wasn’t confident enough to say she was good at s*x, but through years of married life and learning how to match his rhythm, she had picked up some skills.