Absolute Threshold — Chapter 155. Delicious

Translator: Atlas

Weekly Chapter 2/3

She followed Jiho’s gaze toward the door.

Jiho, who had been sad for days after not seeing his father, noticed five grape stickers under the hippopotamus. The sight touched him deeply.

He rushed into Jumi’s arms.

“Dad said you’re good at origami.”

The boy, nuzzling his face against his mother’s neck, seemed unsure how to react.

Jiho would even eat things he disliked if his father asked. It was clear he wanted to grow up to be just like him.

Suddenly, something small clung to her back. It was Jooho, smelling of chocolate-flavored toothpaste, as if he had just brushed his teeth.

Yoongyo had turned the turmoil in her heart into peace. Of course, the children also played a part in lifting her spirits. Jumi didn’t hide her mixed emotions and held the children tightly as they clung to her.

***

Early in the morning,

Jumi cried quietly while the children slept in another room.

After tearfully pleading with him to be intimate every day, it seemed she had gained another vulnerability. It was clear Yoongyo had anticipated those words from her all along.

She had promised him they would be intimate once a day when he returned from work, but he wasn’t content with just that.

She entered the studio with a tray of cookies the children had made. As soon as she set it down, he grabbed her hand. Normally, she might have wished for a hug, but this time she was too drained.

Does he want to do it again?

He sat her on his lap, lifted her one-piece dress, moved her panties aside, and entered her.

Her body tightened around him. He gently patted her chest, urging her to relax.

“Ah!”

“You begged me to touch you recently.”

“Ah! I don’t remember.”

“Are you sure?”

He was right. She felt unfulfilled when he didn’t touch her, but she refused to admit it, denying it even more firmly.

Her breasts swayed as the sound of a child’s footsteps approached the studio. Her focus shifted to the presence beyond the closed door.

Jumi’s body trembled as if struck by an electric shock. She pushed at the man, who was absorbed in caressing her chest, and screamed for him to stop. But his movements only grew more frantic.

The desk hid their lower bodies in case the boy entered, but wouldn’t it still look odd for them to be sitting like that? Yet, only Jumi seemed concerned, as the man remained calm.

Jumi bit her lip hard, worried the boy might hear her.

He teased her inn#r w#lls with his tip.

She had only come to deliver cookies.

Yoongyo popped a cookie into her mouth. The mere brush of his fingers against her tongue sent shivers through her. He asked casually,

“Is it delicious?”

He moved inside her, and Jumi stifled her moans. Crumbs of the sweet cookie escaped between her teeth.