Chapter 11

After a shower, Sun-Hwa gave entry in pyjamas that smashed down her sexiness but were cute enough to make Dae-Hyeon shy.

"Why? What are you blushing for?" She narrowed her eyes. Her voice appeared to be a deep scowl as Dae-Hyeon's lower lips curled into a gratifying smile while he was eyeing her from standing near the dining table.

"So cute!"

Offering a gappy smile, he complimented her quirkily. She then sat directly opposite him as she contravened his flattering remark.

He then sat and enjoined, "Come and sit on my lap."

In their two years of marriage, he had never let her near him or touch him, and they had never seen each other during all three meals they had.

Seeing his nothing-loathing decree, she gritted her teeth. What is he trying for? She roared in though before unseating and moving to him as his longing gazes screamed for her proximity.

She seated her buttocks on his thigh, wrapping her hands over his neck once her feet barely reached the floor.

Dae-Hyeon was suppressing his elation deep inside his passionate heart when his hand crawled over her stomach gingerly, clutching in addition to her support.

Then she picked up the two chopsticks and offered one to him before she drifted apart with hers.

He put back his chopstick that turned Sun-Hwa. "One is enough; give it to me," he connoted.

She twirled, turned her face an inch closer to him, and scowled in no time.

"Give it to me," he repeated, merely calm.

"What is your intention? Am I not your slave? Why are you treating me nice?" She baffled her brows and stepped her doubt into questions.

"Just eat." He fetched chopsticks from her hand, collected some meals with meat, and fed her as she amanably opened her mouth without delay.

He was sensible enough to know that if he confessed his love right now, she would abruptly leave him.

With every munch, her thoughts kept echoing, causing her unconscious to shift her fixed gaze at him. 

What's with him? 

Is he trying to get me back?

Why is this much calm and smile embracing his face? Didn't he hate me all this time?

"Here, open," he said, stretching the food in front of her.

She kept obeying him unconsciously.

Immediately, she brushed off her thoughts and remarked to herself, "Don't fall for this, Sun-Hwa. He won't do anything willingly unless the benefits are absent."

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Half an hour later, Dae-Hyeon bathed and came out of the restroom, rubbing his wet hair. At the time, he noticed Sun-Hwa sitting back, facing him, on a bed, working on pumping out the milk by using a manual breast pump. Bed was low in height.

With his bathrobe, he went to her. He then grabbed the thing and put it aside on the bed before twirling her towards him to face him.

As she was perplexed, he sat on his knee and made her lean one-sidedly on the bed. "You must be tired; sleep. I'll drink this."

"No need," She tried to sit up, but he tightened his hold on her shoulder, resulting in her falling back into the position.

He then leaned his face closer to her naked big breast, clutched it with his lips, and proceeded along with a cawl.

Without choice, she devoted herself since the child was his. She comforted herself with this, even though she hated him being nice to her. As he embarked on sucking her milk out, she wrapped her hand around his neck and stroked his hair rhythmically.

Meanwhile...

Dae-Hyeon sucked his own lips after finishing and said, "I finished, you ca-"

*Zzz...*

He adorably chuckled at her mitigated dozing cute, elegant face. So, he dressed her up regardless of her and swathed the bedsheet up to her neck.

He then picked up the soft pillow, leaned it over her breast side, pulled her hands out smoothly, and made it hug the pillow. In that way, that will ease her weighty breasts during sleep.

After offering a lovable glance at her alluring cuteness, which beware her inner cutest childish shade that differs from awakened defiant Sun-Hwa.

"Stupid Dae-Hyeon, where were you all this time instead of being with this cutest girl? Oh, moh. My woman stunningly constrains me."

His intention was just to glance at her and leave. But, with her stunning, not-shown cuteness that was sparkling to view during napping, he couldn't drift his admiring gaze away from her mesmerising charms.

Dae-Hyeon and Sun-Hwa were known as a married couple and lived in the same house. It was what was known to the world. But inside their house, they never had a chance to meet each other, which led Sun-Hwa to fail to express her feelings to Dae-Hyeon. He was always busy with his work and sleeping around with many women.

Quickly, he turned around and sneaked inside the dressing room. After dressing comfortably, he rushed back.

Soon his foot got to the bedside, where Sun-Hwa's back was seen, and he halted right there and sat on the bed placidly while holding his breath. Sleekly, he crawled closer to her and lifted the bed sheet gently above his body to cover himself along with her.

Only then did he let out the held breath, but that gasp that embraced the back of her earlobe wasn't enough to pester her quiet nap.

At last, Dae-Hyeon's hands creeped to her stomach all the way down to her waist, where her hips were clinging to the bed, and then he slightly pushed his front body over her backside to feel her warmth as he pressed his lips against her back neck passionately. It appeared to be an unexpressed fondle that he conserved for his love, Sun-Hwa.

Keeping that position, he shut his eyes dearly with the moderated motion of his eyelid, content with her contiguity.

.....

Despite the dawn feeling like a reverend for Dae-Hyeon just because he won her vicinity, he was blind to forthcoming tribulation in the guise of Sun-Hwa's volitional approach to let him suck up her milk in the early morning after having breakfast.

When he was tidying the dining table, Sun-Hwa side-eyed the notification floating on Dae-Hyeon's mobile screen, which failed to grab Dae-Hyeon's attention.

A smirk was born in the corner of her lips, which too propitiously worked for Sun-Hwa as today was her providential.

Impatiently waiting for the screen to off itself while Dae-Hyeon was tidying the table as her lovable husband and his glance seemed like it would catch a glimpse of it anytime.

She pinched his shirt just as his foot almost turned towards the sink. He stopped and turned around to her, chaotic with her sudden approach.

She pulled back her hand; her fingers clipped her shirt button so sexily as her eyes leered at him, and then she unbuttoned it all the way down to her waist, exposing her full-bosom breast, which was popping out of her bra.

She looked at him again and pressed her palm behind his neck to lean closer to her breast. "Start!" Her hoarse, mixed-sexiness-filled voice awakened his desire.

He put those collected empty plates back on the dining table and leaned closer to her breast once he unhooked it. As his lips embraced her nipples, her shivering fingers crawled up to his back hair, brushing it tenderly.

"Show some passion; don't be a child." She advised. All of a sudden, she shoved his head on her breast without even minding her pain.

Up until then, he only performed as her child. Immediately, his hands went back to her back shoulder, embraced her intensively, and those lips sucking her nipples metamorphosed into obstreperousness to satisfy her without even knowing what intention she was holding beneath this sudden approach.

"Ahh..."

She bent her neck backwards intoxicatedly, even though she gritted her teeth whenever she felt, 'Oh shit, what am I doing right now?'

"Do I have to do this to escape from him?" she thought to herself, feeling repentance before brushing out all of those thoughts into a sigh.

Before shifting to her other breast, he lifted her and made her sit on the table surface. Without even meeting her melting gawk, his lips clutched another breast that had been dripping milk and began to suck up intensively. Yet, he didn't loosen his embrace over her upper body.

Despite his moves triggering her passion, her other hand shilly-shallyed to embrace his back shoulder, which was going up and down while his lips were fiercely sucking her nipples.

"What is taking her so long?!!" She screamed inside, infuriated.

Her?

Isn't Dae-Hyeon male? Why is she addressing him as a female?

Remembering her smirk earlier before starting all of this, did she really address Dae-Hyeon?

*THUD*

A plastic cover full of snacks tumbled down near the high heel worn by the fair-skinned, soft-footed

Instantly, two of them rubbernecked at the door side. Dae-Hyeon was dismayed, and Sun-Hwa was gasping with a slight smirk on her corner lips.