Side Story 1.7

Leeseo’s delicate lashes, which had been tightly shut, suddenly fluttered. She let out a faint groan, burying her face into the pillow and shifting slightly. The blackout curtains made it impossible to tell the time. The only fortunate thing was that it was the weekend, meaning she didn’t have to go to work.  

She struggled with waking up in the mornings, so on weekdays, her husband always made it a point to wake her up himself. Though he could do so in a normal way, he insisted on using more provocative methods, leaving her flustered every time. Still, she had to admit she appreciated being allowed to sleep in on weekends.  

Lying down, she wiggled her toes before stretching out her arms and legs. A groan of pain escaped her lips involuntarily.  

Her entire body ached, as if she had been thoroughly beaten. This wasn’t the first or second time—it happened every time. One would think she’d be used to it by now, but the aftermath of their intense intimacy always left her drained.  

Did he think their marriage would fall apart if they skipped a single day? They were intimate almost every day, and although her husband was the more active participant, she was always the one who ended up utterly spent.  

Ever since she started working at the pharmacy, he had been more considerate during the weekdays. But that didn’t change the fact that she often passed out from exhaustion before he was done with her.  

The downside was that his suppressed desires would explode by Friday, and he would act like a merciless loan shark collecting overdue interest every weekend. It was enough to make her knees buckle and her energy completely drain.  

To make matters worse, she had provoked him the night before. It was no surprise that her body was utterly depleted, unable to even lift a finger. She sighed in self-pity, acknowledging that she had brought this upon herself.  

Leeseo let out a resigned sigh and sat up. Her legs trembled like those of a newborn fawn as she tried to steady herself and stumbled out of bed.  

She grabbed a negligee from the connected dressing room. Her gaze was suddenly drawn to her reflection in the large mirror.  

“Oh my goodness…”  

A gasp of disbelief escaped her lips. Her entire body was covered in marks from their passionate night. Her shoulders, chest, and even along her ribs were dotted with vivid bruises from where he had kissed and bitten her.  

It was clear how much effort he had put into sucking and nibbling, leaving her body a colorful mess. Her n*pples, in particular, were swollen and reddened from his relentless attention, standing stiffly even without any stimulation.  

It felt as though Taegyeom’s obsession with her chest had only grown over time. Despite touching and caressing her every day, he never seemed to tire of it. He lavished her br*asts with excessive care and attention, gently licking and circling them with his tongue before suddenly biting and sucking with fervor.  

His unpredictable patterns left her defenseless. He seemed to take pleasure in watching her body writhe under his touch. The problem was that she didn’t entirely dislike it.  

Seeing such a large man cling to her chest like a child, sucking noisily, gave her strange feelings. It made her stomach flutter and her arousal spike. The only resistance she could muster was to feebly push at his head, only to eventually surrender her br*asts to him with a groan.  

It was only when her n*pples were on the verge of becoming raw that she could finally pull him away. Whenever she tried to scold him, Taegyeom would preemptively disarm her with his cunning. Acting like a playful beast, he would nuzzle his cheek against her chest, leaving her utterly disarmed by his shamelessness.  

He seemed to know exactly how easily she crumbled under his mischievous affection.  

The lingering sensations from the night before made her chest feel overly sensitive. When the soft fabric of her negligee brushed against her n*pples, a sharp jolt of electricity shot through her, making her shiver.  

“Ugh, this is ridiculous…”  

Leeseo quickly averted her gaze from the mirror and threw a housecoat over her negligee. She couldn’t help but notice the bite marks on the inside of her thighs and let out a hollow laugh.  

What was he, some kind of territorial animal? 

He always left marks in intimate places, as if to claim her as his own.  

As she opened the bedroom door, a fragrant aroma wafted into her nose, stimulating her senses. Unlike the dark bedroom, the rest of the house was bathed in warm sunlight.  

She paused for a moment, letting her eyes adjust to the sudden brightness, before moving toward the source of the delicious smell. Drawn like a moth to a flame, she slowly made her way to the kitchen, where the sound of classical music grew louder.  

As expected on a weekend morning, Taegyeom stood in the kitchen. His broad, bare shoulders immediately caught her attention.  

Despite considering herself a quick learner, cooking was one area where she had made little progress. To be fair, her towering husband always occupied the kitchen, leaving her no opportunity to practice.  

He stood leaning slightly against the counter, stirring something on the stove. Every time he moved his arm, the muscles of his back rippled. His wide chest tapered into a slim waist, and his firm, toned b*ttocks completed the picture.  

Was it even possible to look this seductive while cooking on a weekend morning?  

Leeseo let out a small laugh of disbelief. It was fascinating to see the same body that had lifted and dominated her with such force now moving so gracefully in the kitchen. It suited him so well that she could spend hours just watching him.  

Sensing her presence, Taegyeom turned his head slowly.  

“You’re awake?”  

His warm, gentle voice sent a wave of comfort through her chest. She nodded in response, and his lips curled into a handsome smile.  

“Did you sleep well?”  

“Mm…”  

Leeseo pulled her housecoat tighter around herself and slumped her shoulders.  

“Not really, but I got up because I didn’t want to waste the whole weekend sleeping.”  

“Well, we can’t have that. We’ve got a lot to do this weekend.”  

Though his tone was casual, there was a mischievous glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine. It felt like a declaration that they’d be spending the weekend tangled in bed. Leeseo pretended not to notice and busied herself looking around the dining table.  

The table was laden with at least ten different dishes, all beautifully plated and emitting mouthwatering aromas. The sight and smell alone were enough to make her stomach growl.  

Preparing such a feast must have taken at least an hour. Sometimes, she wondered if he was some kind of magician. His seemingly endless energy and stamina defied all logic.  

“Why did you make so much food? It’s just the two of us.”  

“To make sure you have enough energy to last.”  

“…You’re impossible.”  

“It’s called expressing love.”  

Unfazed by her exasperation, Taegyeom poured a thick soup into a bowl and plated a perfectly seared steak. Watching him effortlessly juggle multiple dishes at once made her feel inadequate.  

He carried the food to the table with practiced ease, placing the dishes down with precision. The spread was nothing short of a banquet, featuring juicy steak, steaming soup, Greek salad, butter-seared scallops, and more. Each dish looked so inviting that they seemed to beg her to dig in.  

However, her attention was drawn elsewhere.  

“Would it kill you to put something on?”  

His every movement caused his enormous manhood to sway heavily between his legs. Even in its flaccid state, it was intimidatingly large, and she couldn’t help but avert her eyes in embarrassment.  

“You didn’t seem to mind it last night.” 

He teased shamelessly.  

“That’s completely different!”  

Blushing furiously, Leeseo tried to defend herself, but Taegyeom simply smirked.  

“It’s the same thing.”  

“…”  

“Don’t discriminate.”