SIDE STORY 1.7

In Room 2601 of the Reins Hotel, the room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, and the floor was a mess of scattered clothes.  

A crumpled blouse lay near the entrance, while a woman’s undergarments were draped over the sofa in the middle of the living room.  

One by one, their clothes had been removed, and by the end, it seemed they couldn’t hold back any longer. A man’s shirt and pants lay in a heap near the bed.  

The force was so intense that Moonkyeong clung to the headboard of the bed as if her lower body might be torn apart.  

“Ah, honey… just… slower, please… ah!”  

“And who told you to say such cheeky things, huh?”  

“Wait, I… ah! I said slower!”  

“For someone so tight down there, your mouth sure is something else, isn’t it?”  

“……”  

“You look even better when you keep your mouth shut.”  

Moonkyeong, who had been grumbling, now only let out loud cries without resistance.  

Seojun’s tongue slipped between her slightly parted lips. Even though they had kissed hundreds of times, the excitement only intensified.  

“Are you still eating well these days?”  

Seojun teased her, pulling his tongue out and replacing it with his long fingers.  

He brushed against the roof of her mouth, tickling her tongue, and she bit down on his fingers.  

Forgetting her role as a mother for a moment, Moonkyeong transformed into a goddess intoxicated with desire.  

Seojun, equally overwhelmed by her passion, gripped her hips tightly and let out a ragged breath.  

“Ha… you’re beautiful because you eat well… mm.”  

He pressed deeper into her center, intensifying the sensation.  

The overwhelming pleasure made Moonkyeong’s body jolt, and Seojun widened the area he was entering.  

Ever since Inyoung had grown older, they hadn’t been able to fully express themselves during intimacy. But now, Moonkyeong’s cries burst forth like fireworks.  

Even though her body had already reached its peak, Seojun didn’t stop.  

It had been a long time since they’d had such a wild encounter, and an equally long time since they’d indulged in such ecstasy.  

“Can you… go on?”  

Seojun gently brushed her lips, which were wide open from all the shouting, and she nodded.  

Instead, she begged him for more, driving him crazy.  

“Faster… please… ah.”  

“Where’s the Seo Moonkyeong who kept begging me to go slower?”  

“I don’t… know… just… ah… more, please.”  

Seojun changed positions several times, teasing her relentlessly.  

Is this okay? How about this time? How did you hold back before? Should we come to hotels more often from now on? 

Come up here. That’s it, good job. You can’t say you’re tired now. I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied, so bear with it. Should I stop? Do you really want me to stop?

If you lie, I’ll punish you. That’s right, Seo Moonkyeong, give it your all. Maybe we should start exercising more. And…

“I love you.”  

Among the countless words he uttered, those were the most heartfelt. He never forgot to whisper them to Moonkyeong.  

“I love you too.”  

Her words, which returned naturally without hesitation, melted Seojun’s heart.  

* * *  

“Ah!”  

Seojun tilted his head back as the electrifying sensation traveled from his toes to his core.  

After returning home from his business trip, he presented Moonkyeong with a pair of pink pointe shoes as a wedding anniversary gift. She held them with a face full of emotion, her hands lingering on them.  

[Try again. Inyoung has grown up now. I’ll support you.]  

[How did you know?]  

[I’ve always known. You hated it so much, yet you loved it even more.]  

He thought she might return to performing or perhaps teach ballet to children. That was the intention behind the gift. But tonight, the gift Moonkyeong presented in return was something entirely different.  

After pushing Seojun into the study, Moonkyeong knelt under the desk.  

If Seojun had been in control at the hotel earlier that day, tonight, Moonkyeong held all the power.  

She took hold of him and devoted herself entirely.  

“Ah… stop… you can stop now.”  

Moonkyeong chuckled.  

“For someone so tight down there, you sure want to keep my mouth clean, don’t you?”  

“……”  

“Don’t worry. I won’t take it out.”  

Trust me. Feel how much your sly wife has improved.

Watching Seojun helplessly succumb to her, Moonkyeong smiled with satisfaction.  

His passionate cries echoed through the night, a sound she loved to hear.  

No one would interrupt this moment.  

Moonkyeong swallowed him completely. The warmth spread slowly, leaving a lingering heat.  

Seojun gently touched her cheek and leaned in to kiss her.  

He wanted to feel her skin against his again.  

The traces of their passion lingered until morning. As Seojun’s hand reached through her tousled hair, the pleasant morning sunlight filled the room, and Inyoung entered.  

“Mommyyyy!”  

Moonkyeong quickly pushed Seojun away and reached out to Inyoung.  

“Oh, my darling. You’re awake already?”  

Inyoung nodded and toddled over to her mother, who scooped her up. Moonkyeong shot Seojun a look, urging him to get dressed, while her eyes scanned the room.  

She casually put on Seojun’s T-shirt and swiftly slipped on her underwear beneath the blanket.  

Holding Inyoung in her arms, she walked out onto the terrace attached to the bedroom.  

Although it was still winter, the tightly closed door kept the cold at bay.  

She placed Inyoung on a small bench on the terrace, and the little girl laughed brightly.  

“Mommy, you’re pretty!”  

“Mommy’s pretty? You can say that now? But what should we do? You’re much prettier, Inyoung.”  

“Reeeally?”  

“Yes. Look, Daddy’s here. Mommy’s just going to put on some more clothes, okay?”  

“Okay!”  

Moonkyeong quickly swapped places with Seojun. Soon, he emerged fully dressed and sat Inyoung on his lap.  

Having gone to bed early the previous night, Inyoung was in a great mood and showered Seojun with kisses on his cheek.  

“Daddyyyy!”  

Seojun beamed with happiness, more than anyone else in the world.  

As he always did with Moonkyeong, he gently stroked Inyoung’s head, and the little girl shyly clasped her hands together.  

Taking advantage of Moonkyeong’s absence, Seojun playfully teased her.  

Although Moonkyeong, having read countless parenting books and attended online lectures, had warned him not to ask such questions, his curiosity got the better of him.  

Seojun held Inyoung’s tiny hand and asked, 

“Kim Inyoung.”  

“Mm-hmm?”  

“Do you like Daddy or Mommy better?”  

Inyoung’s eyes darted back and forth. She pointed at Moonkyeong, who was walking toward them, then at Seojun, then back at Moonkyeong, before finally lowering her hand.  

Seojun seized the moment before Moonkyeong arrived and whispered quickly, 

“Just say Daddy.”  

“Hmm?”

“Did you already forget? Didn’t Daddy buy you that Barbie doll just the other day?”  

“You did.”  

“Alright, then let’s try again. Inyoung, do you like Daddy better or Mommy better?”  

Moonkyeong, who had quietly stepped out onto the terrace where the two were, lightly smacked Seojun on the back.  

“I told you not to ask her things like that.”  

“……”  

“Don’t make our Inyoung feel uncomfortable.”  

A dad getting scolded by the mom—Inyoung burst into laughter, clutching her belly.  

Although she was still too young to understand what her dad did or what kind of person he was, to Inyoung, Seojun was a towering presence. And yet, she could feel with her whole being that her mom was an even greater and taller figure than her dad.  

Even as Seojun endured Moonkyeong’s scolding, he couldn’t give up and continued to stretch his arms wide toward Inyoung, repeatedly asking, 

“Didn’t Daddy buy you such a big gift?”  

Eventually, Moonkyeong scooped Inyoung into her arms and carried her into the living room. Only then did Seojun wrinkle his nose in mock sorrow and follow them.  

When Inyoung said she was hungry, Moonkyeong headed into the kitchen.  

As she searched for a hair tie to gather her long, loose hair, the three eggs she had already cracked seemed to demand to be flipped.  

She grabbed the spatula and flipped the eggs one by one. Hers would be fully cooked, while Seojun and Inyoung’s would be soft-boiled.  

Inyoung liked her eggs soft, just like Seojun. The thought made her laugh—Seojun still didn’t know this yet.  

Inyoung admired and tried to emulate her dad more than anyone realized. She even cried sometimes when he wasn’t around because she missed him so much.  

Seojun, busy as he was, didn’t fully grasp how much she adored him. But one day, he would.  

One day, he’d realize how much more love he was receiving than he ever imagined.  

Feeling a pleasant warmth at the thought, Moonkyeong grabbed her hair again, only to find Seojun standing behind her.  

With clumsy hands, he gathered her hair in the middle and tied it with a hairband.  

As she plated the eggs, Moonkyeong smiled.  

“When did you get here?”  

“I’ve been watching for a while.”  

“What time are you heading to work today?”  

“Two in the afternoon.”  

“Isn’t that too late?”  

“I pushed it back on purpose. I wanted to spend more time with Inyoung before I leave.”  

Moonkyeong glanced over Seojun’s shoulder at Inyoung, who was deeply engrossed in playing with her dolls in the living room.  

“Inyoung will love that.”  

“Won’t you?”  

Moonkyeong rolled her eyes. Without answering, she pulled him closer and kissed him.  

“Let’s eat. Breakfast is simple today since I was tired, but I’ll make something better for lunch.”  

“Okay.”  

With Seojun helping, breakfast was quickly set on the table.