EPILOGUE Part  7

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore!”

“I’ll finish soon, I can’t hold on much longer either.”

Taejun’s hand moved down to her lower abdomen, finding her cl*toris and rubbing it between his fingers. Minhee’s feet lifted off the ground, flailing.

Taejun leaned over her, pressing his body against hers, while his other hand grasped her br*ast. His tongue delved into her ear, sending shivers down her spine with his ragged breathing.

Dispersing her er*genous zones throughout her body, Taejun pushed his p*nis all the way to its base. The blunt tip locked into the narrow space at the entrance of her womb.

“No, please…!”

From that point on, Minhee’s memories were hazy, as if viewed through a foggy filter.

As Taejun thrust into that narrow space a few times, she trembled, overwhelmed by a pl*asure bordering on pain, reaching cl*max once more. And with that memory, she half-lost consciousness.

Just when she thought it was over, another wave came crashing down, and despite shaking her head in protest, another org*sm hit her, leaving Minhee exhausted and crying like a child.

Her hot cheeks pressed against the cold dining table, tears dripping down, making the marble pattern blur before her eyes.

Holding her waist, Taejun let sweat drip down her back as he continuously whispered his love for her.

“Please, stop now… and c*m quickly.”

At Minhee’s first explicit words, Taejun, as if receiving a signal, shuddered and released a long, growling moan as he cl*maxed, collapsing behind her.

As his rough breathing subsided, Taejun, looking pale, pulled back his lower body. His still somewhat er*ect p*nis slid out, scraping against her inner walls.

“I feel like I’m going to die.”

Taejun gently kissed her reddened eyes, apologizing repeatedly. Minhee, completely spent, didn’t even have the strength to glare at him.

“I’ll wash you.”

Taejun whispered to her in a voice heavy with guilt.

He took Minhee to the bathroom, gently washed her, and carefully laid her on the bed. On impulse, he dressed her in the T-shirt he had planned to wear himself, hoping that being shirtless might help soothe her mood.

Minhee, slightly recovered, glared at him. Taejun avoided her gaze, his face etched with guilt.

Though she wouldn’t tell him, Minhee liked it when Taejun lost control and pushed her with rough s*x.

Normally, he was a man who overwhelmed those around him with his cold, sharp gaze. But when he looked at her, his eyes softened and became languid. Every time, her heart pounded so intensely it hurt her ears.

When Taejun’s gaze, filled with raw excitement, focused hotly and persistently on her, and when he finally lost his restraint and thrust into her with half-crazed eyes, Minhee felt a thrilling chill that shook her entire body.

She enjoyed the soft, sweet s*x that felt like being immersed in syrup, but the raw, ruthless s*x that drove her like a thug, the pl*asure that teetered on the edge of madness, was addictive.

The problem was her stamina. Taejun, standing before her, looked more energetic and lively than ever, but she still felt weak in her limbs.

“I need to start exercising.”

Minhee sighed heavily and muttered.

“…I’m hungry.

“Oh, okay. Let’s eat. Should I bring it here? Do you want to eat in bed?”

Taejun, who had been watching her, quickly reached out to support Minhee as she tried to sit up. Minhee shook her head and extended her arms toward him. The side dishes might have gone cold, but there was a pre-prepared birthday meal.

“I can’t walk. Carry me, Baek Taejun.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Taejun lifted her without hesitation.

“I can bring it to you. Just lie down…”

“Do you even know where everything is?”

“…”

“To the kitchen, go!”

Taejun carried her on one arm and left the bedroom. Minhee, dangling her legs, leaned over Taejun’s head and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I have no strength left.”

“Sorry. I really couldn’t control myself today.”

Taejun gently set her down on the kitchen island and showered her forehead, nose, and lips with affectionate kisses.

“I’ll take care of everything from now on. What should I do first?”

Minhee didn’t hold back.

In fact, there was something she had wanted to see for a long time.

“Taejun, put on an apron first.”

Minhee pointed to the apron hanging on the oven handle with her finger. Taejun hesitated for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, and donned the apron.

The sight of a tall, broad-shouldered man with sculpted muscles, shirtless and wearing an apron, was incredibly sexy.

Minhee gave him various instructions with her slender fingers and watched his movements intently, swallowing her saliva.

Following her directions, Taejun reheated the soup, served the rice, and neatly placed the prepared side dishes from the cart onto the kitchen island.

Once dinner was ready, Taejun threw off the apron with a flourish and flashed her a smile.

“Haa…”

Seeing him, Minhee let out a dazed sigh and tried to get down from the island. Taejun shook his head and seated her on his lap.

“I’ll feed you.”

“That’s not necessary… Galbi.”

Minhee feigned an arrogant expression and pointed at the galbi with her chin.

Taejun stifled a laugh, placing a piece of galbi on top of some rice on a spoon, and brought it to her mouth. As Minhee chewed, she gestured with her chin again.

“Japchae.”

He bit his lip and brought the japchae to her. His eyes sparkled with amusement, and dimples appeared faintly on his cheeks.

“It’s the first time since I was eleven that I’ve had birthday seaweed soup. Thank you, Minhee.”

Suddenly feeling emotional at Taejun’s words, Minhee scooped up some seaweed soup and brought it to his mouth.

“Did you make this? It’s delicious. What else should I give you?”

“You should have some galbi too. Here, ah…”

Minhee chuckled at the thought that it was fortunate no one was around to witness the two of them feeding each other, ignoring their own hands. Taejun, seeing Minhee’s smile, couldn’t help but grin himself.

After dinner, Minhee instructed Taejun to close his eyes for a moment.

“Don’t open your eyes until I say so!”

Taejun smiled and closed his eyes. He heard Minhee bustling around after getting off his lap. He considered peeking but decided to wait a little longer.

“You can open your eyes now!”

When Taejun opened his eyes at Minhee’s excited voice, the kitchen was dim. On the table was a birthday cake with lit candles and a phone screen filled with Rose’s face.

― Happy Birthday!! Happy Birthday!! Dear Santon, Happy Birthday!!

Rose, with a lit candle on a small cupcake, sang the birthday song in a loud voice. As Rose finished singing, applause and a voice saying “Wow, great singing” could be heard from beside her.

Minhee and Taejun clapped along, and Rose beamed, blowing out the candle on her cupcake after a couple of tries.

― Santon, blow out the candle and make a wish.

When Rose spoke in her unique “Rose language,” her grandmother’s voice corrected her, saying, “Uncle, make a wish.”

― Okay. Santon, make a wish!

“Sure. Thank you, Rose.”

As Taejun blew out the candles in one go, Rose squealed and clapped her hands.

― Santon, bye-bye now. Rose has to go to kindergarten.

Having completed the task the adults had rehearsed with her, Rose waved proudly at the screen.

“Alright, have a good day.”

Taejun waved back.

As soon as she adjusted to the time difference in Korea, Rose started attending a kindergarten near her grandparents’ house. After kindergarten, she took swimming lessons, piano lessons, and attended art classes, making many friends, as her grandparents reported.

She also had weekly sessions with a renowned child psychiatrist. Rose looked bright and happy, her cheeks plump and shiny.

“Rose! I miss you!!”

Minhee popped her face next to Taejun’s.

― Miss Minhee!! When is Rose’s sibling coming?

“Uh…?”

With an “Oh dear, Rose,” the screen suddenly shook as if there was an earthquake, revealing Rose’s grandmother and grandfather.

They congratulated Taejun on his birthday, wishing him health, and congratulated Minhee on her engagement once more before ending the video call with Rose’s loud farewell.

Minhee turned the kitchen lights back on. A brief silence followed. When their eyes met, they both burst into laughter. Video calls with Rose were always chaotic and lovable.

“So, did you make a wish?”

Taejun nodded silently. Minhee had expected him to just smile and shrug it off, but she was surprised.

“What wish did you make?”

“…”

Taejun hesitated noticeably, opening and closing his mouth.

“Oh? What is it? Tell me, just me, okay? I won’t tell anyone.”

Minhee wrapped her arms around Taejun’s neck, tilting her head and blinking her eyes playfully. Her affectionate gesture made Taejun’s lips twitch, eventually forming a handsome curve.