Absolute Threshold — Chapter 156. Ambush

Translator: Atlas

Weekly Chapter 2/3

He had taken hold of her br#asts. She was already struggling to breathe with his m@nh#od ins!de her, and the added weight of the third child in her womb made it even harder to move. It felt as though every pore in her body was clogged.

“Stay calm.”

“Ah!”

“Breathe deeply.”

“Ahh!”

Outside the door, the noise faded into silence. She assumed the child had drifted back to sleep.

Only then did Jumi allow herself to release the m#an she had been suppressing. With her upper body leaning on the desk, she had been anxious that the children might hear her. His gl#ns pressed deep within her.

“Ah! That’s enough.”

“I don’t want to pull out yet.”

“You’re being too rough!”

“Don’t you like it?”

“Huh.”

“Relax your body.”

Following Yoongyo’s instruction, she loosened her tension, and he shifted her body to sit her facing him. Yet his m@nh#od remained deeply embedded ins!de her.

“It’s nice to see your face.”

“Ah!”

Jumi clung tightly to his neck. His gl#ns, stretching her inn3r w#lls, pulsed within her. The folds of his scr#tum brushed against her per#n3um.

“Now you’ll have m#lk downstairs too.”

“Ah! Go slower.”

“I can’t go any slower.”

“Ahh!”

Yoongyo embraced Jumi with a mischievous grin.

***

“It’s been so long since I last went shopping.”

Hyeseon, setting down her shopping bag, took a sip of her iced coffee. Jumi had agreed to join her to buy clothes for the children. The baby in her womb was growing, as were her two children, who resembled Yoongyo. She now needed more clothes for them.

Jumi sipped her juice while examining the children’s clothes. Hyeseon remarked,

“You’ve changed a lot, too.”

“Me? How?”

“Your expression seems brighter.”

Her father was the most pleased with this marriage. Naturally, she was free from his control. Her mother also seemed to enjoy spending time with her grandchildren.

As she bid farewell to Hyeseon, Gwangmyeong pulled the car closer. Hyeseon insisted she would take a cab, so he didn’t need to drive her. Jumi watched the black sedan approach.

He stepped out to open the back door. As she climbed in with her shopping bags, she finally understood what Gwangmyeong meant in her life.

“I want to go straight home today.”

Jumi didn’t speak to Gwangmyeong again.

The car moved slowly through the darkness. She gazed out the window for a while. Her phone vibrated as the car reached the last intersection before home. Suddenly, a group of dark-skinned men descended on the car, smashing it with iron bats. Jumi’s ears rang, and she shut her eyes tightly, staring at the shattered glass.

“Jumi!”