Chapter 298 – #66_Paradise Lost (7)
#299
One.
“Open…”
Seohyun, who was writhing in her sleep, reached for the phone she had left by his bedside her.
The cool air you feel as soon as you step out of the futon.
The fact that this is not a house but Yu-chan’s mansion slowly passes through his head.
The sunlight streaming through his window his squinted his eyes to check the time.
“10:35…”
It’s already late
On days when I wake up this late, I feel helpless for no reason, as if I did something wrong…
Seohyun was discouraged for a moment.
I carelessly look around, but Yu-chan is nowhere to be found.
It seems that I got up and left first.
The stone floor, without any heating equipment, was no different from an ice field.
I put on slippers and put on the air jumper I had hung on the hanger in my room over my shoulder.
The stove had been turned off all night, and the room was gloomy.
I left her room looking for Yoo-chan.
I didn’t really have to be with him, but fiddling with my phone in that cold room didn’t appeal to me.
2nd floor spread out.
Passing through the marble-lined hallway, I glanced in the direction of the library, but it was nowhere to be seen.
It was only when I came up to the stairs that I could see the lobby on the first floor that I could hear rustling.
The kitchen is next to the dining room.
I grabbed the jumper that was about to slip off his shoulder and went down the stairs.
I didn’t do anything particularly wrong, but something made me hold my breath.
“What?”
As the days got colder, the ivy vines that clung to the windows and acted as awnings withered away.
Thanks to this, through the blurry window giving off a bizarre atmosphere, a car I had not seen was standing side by side next to the SUV.
I couldn’t figure out the model of the car because I couldn’t see the detailed exterior, but I was able to notice that it was a pretty high-end sports car just by looking at the silhouette.
Did anyone else come here?
My throat is dry, perhaps because I woke up late, or because I slept after swallowing a mixture of semen and love gel yesterday.
“This must be the aura of a cold.”
I headed to the kitchen, dragging my slippers, hoping to get some lukewarm water to drink.
As expected, Yu-chan appears to be in the kitchen.
Light was pouring out.
“…So it’s always been…”
“…Because I’m going…”
As I approached a little closer, I heard the sound of Doran Doran.
It was the voice of someone I knew.
It was the voice of Shin Ha-rin, an entertainer and Yu-chan’s slave whom Seohyun had also seen on TV when she was young.
Seohyun held her breath for no reason and stuck her head out into the kitchen.
The hallway on the first floor leading to her kitchen was completely dark without a single light, so she helped her hide.
As expected, there were Yuchan and Harin wearing aprons.
“It was only in the past that I was immature, and that’s why I was like that. Now I cook well by myself.”
“Really? Then, if you need a recipe, would you like to use it? Oh, turn down the heat on burner #3. From now on, we have to simmer over medium heat for about 20 minutes.”
Yoo-chan was thinly sliding the salmon marinated in seaweed yesterday, and Shin Harin was assisting by going back and forth over three pots.
On an empty stomach in the morning, the overly fragrant smell of food pierces Seohyun’s stomach.
“Recipe? Nice. I’ll take a picture.”
“It’s on the shelf, so take it out. I don’t see it anymore anyway.”
“Is that okay? It’s okay if this leaks out, and there’s no secret recipe, right?”
“Can it be?”
“Just kidding, thank you.”
As Seohyun has lived with Yoochan for quite some time, she has also seen Shin Harin several times.
Although she was treated the best among Yu-chan’s slaves, she always had a gloomy tone and expression.
It’s hard to believe that he’s making such a lively joke right now.
“Yuchan, what should I do when the oven is finished preheating?”
“Use a brush to brush olive oil on the outside of the pie and put it in.”
“Can I just put it in?”
“I’ll check the rest.”
“There really is such a thing as a meat pie. I’ve never had one before.”
“I’m sure you’ll like it. It’s hot, so watch your hands.”
Seohyun quietly watched the backs of the two.
It’s like yesterday’s dinner.
Do you really become so kind when you grab a knife in the kitchen?
It’s not because Seohyun was special, but does she just do that to everyone?
Suddenly, a wild idea popped into my head.
Yesterday, Yuchan was a provincial information. She told me that she was special.
If so, is Seohyun still more important and precious compared to Shin Harin?
Harin wrapped her hood around her hair her to keep it from falling out.
As she crouched down to put the pie in the oven, she saw her profile.
She has a sultry and attractive appearance that makes it hard to believe that she is a single mother.
In fact, she even turned out to be only 26 years old.
She realizes that she was once a popular singer.
Even her appearance of her, which she did not put much effort into, was so beautiful that she bewitched a woman.
I can see that Harin’s gaze is directed toward Yuchan.
She is Harin, who always looked depressed like her princess who was cursed by her witch and had her soul her stolen her.
Her face her, which was like her doll her, is alive like a sprout that has been hit by her spring rain.
She did n’t even seem to have any intention of hiding the emotion of her love that emerged clearly from the gaze that attracted him naturally.
Despite her marriage her, she was forcibly impregnated, this time with her second child her.
Even so, she is passionately in love with Yoo-chan.
Her appearance of her, which in the past would have been just creepy, looked different today.
If you think about it, would n’t Harin be able to be honest with her feelings?
Could it be that she has become able to face it without hesitating to make lame excuses?
“I brought two expensive-looking bottles from the wine cellar, because I came empty-handed.”
“Uh, I see. It’s white rum. I’m going to make it into punch later. You know you shouldn’t drink, right?”
“Can I have a drink?”
“Pregnant women should never drink alcohol.”
Harin hugged Yoo-chan, who was stirring the pot on her cooking pot.
“You are the most lovely when you cook.”
Shin Harin’s voice melts sticky coquetry.
In a tone of devotion that can only be heard by someone she loves, she is moonshine and kisses his nape her small.
At that moment, Seohyun’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“You shouldn’t do this in front of a fire.”
“You’re good at cooking. Interruption like this is aegyo.”
Yu-chan slightly turned her body around and put her hand on Harin’s waist and started kissing her passionately.
Seohyun, who was only watching from afar, frowned at his eyes her once again.
Something keeps getting stuck in my mind.
Her sighs of discomfort welled up, like when a woman she met at the mart yesterday flirted with him.
“Hmm… Hmmm…”
The kiss became more intense.
Harin openly rubbed her lower belly against his cock her, and even Seohyun could hear the sound of her saliva exchanging.
Seohyun, who had been contemplating whether to leave or not, missed the timing to fully reveal herself.
But somehow he didn’t even want to go back and wash himself.
“Ha ha… Ha… Are you in a hurry to cook?”
The intense kissing time passes.
Harin looks at him with an excited voice and asks.
If it’s not urgent, she gave off an atmosphere that she wanted to have sex right away, and subtly showed her rounded shoulders.
Because she was wearing an open-shoulder blouse, the bra straps that were visible were slightly lowered to the outside.
Even if Yu-chan gently pushes her thumb, she will be able to appreciate her bouncing breasts her.
“It’s urgent. We have to finish everything in two hours.”
“You can postpone mealtime.”
“It’s a bit difficult, isn’t it, Seohyun?”
“Seohyun?”
Seohyun was started by Yoochan’s voice as she spoke to her while looking directly at the door where she was standing.
I thought he was in the shadows and couldn’t be seen.
Since when did you notice?
Yoo-chan lightly pushes Harin, who is momentarily bewildered, and smiles.
Without much hesitation, she stepped into the kitchen.
I’m embarrassed for nothing, so I’m going to have a good appetite.
“If you wake up, say hello. What are you watching obsessively?”
“What are you talking about?”
As soon as Harin confirms Seohyun’s existence, she slightly avoids her gaze and returns to her usual expressionless expression of her.
It was that face she always thought she looked sad.
However, she noticed that today, for some reason, fragments of other emotions were buried.
If what you feel changes, what you think will change.
Another emotion was subtly seeing through Harin’s face her, which she had only looked sad about until now.
Jealousy.
Couldn’t she have been peeping at herself with that expression?
She thought involuntarily.
“Give me water. I’m thirsty.”
Yu-chan has always been a person I disliked, but somehow he looks more hateful now than usual.
When asked in a blunt tone, an equally blunt answer came back.
“If you want to drink, take it out and drink it yourself. There are a lot of drinks in the refrigerator. Harin-ah, cut some lemons diagonally. Wash the peel thoroughly because you need to put it in the punch.”
“Yes.”
Yoo-chan quickly lost interest.
Harin started to wash the lemon with baking soda without even a simple glance.
Before that, I thought Harin’s attitude was just because of his awkwardness and shyness of his, but now I can see it clearly.
That was a deterrent.
A check against the rival who steals Yu-chan’s love.
Of course, even if he brought a truck like that to me, it’s a specification.
Seohyun trembled in horror as she inadvertently recalled a platoon of Yuchan filled with trucks.
There is no need for more than one person like Yu-chan.
I felt kind of bad.
“Ah, I’m thirsty.”
Talking to myself in the uncomfortably awkward air, I strode toward the refrigerator.
As he said, the refrigerator was filled with all kinds of drinks, starting with various alcoholic beverages.
Yoo-chan is in the middle of cooking whether Seo-hyun opens the refrigerator or not.
I poured water into the cup, drank a cup, and washed away my old thirst with cold water.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
Yoo-chan’s unexpected gaze pierces her heart.
“Can you help me in your pajamas?”
Only then did Seohyun look at her own clothes on her.
Come to think of it, I woke up right away.
Perhaps for ventilation, the kitchen is cold because the windows are already large.
If you help with this look, you will definitely catch a cold.
Even so, I came across something.
“Yeah, how are you?”
“I only have two aprons. There’s nothing to help me, so go up and wash and get ready.”
Yuchan resolutely refused.
I was given a job to do instead.
“If you’re bored, clear the study table. Oh, wake up Maria too and take her to the study.”
“Maria?”
Along with a slight feeling of depression, I feel that my head, which had been floating without a countermeasure, becomes a little calmer.
The conversation with Yu-chan ended with that.
Yoo-chan starts chatting with Harin again.
Yuchan and Harin start their own conversation as if they were people without Seohyun.
There seemed to be no room for intervention.
Seohyun, thinking that it was somehow embarrassing, headed to the basement to follow his orders to her.
2.
He honestly didn’t want to face Maria alone.
On that day, maddened by her sexual desire her, he tried to rape Maria by force, and was later discovered by her Yu-chan her and tormented her to win his favor her.
It is as if he had already become a full-fledged perpetrator before talking about the secondary perpetrator.
I didn’t know how to treat Mary now.
-Giggigigg
Open the iron door and enter.
Her room her is full of flashy pink decorations.
Maria was combing her hair in the mirror.
It is not the twin tail forced by Yu-chan.
Maria wears a beautiful dress instead of her childish kindergarten uniform with her finely combed hair hanging down.
It’s the first time I’ve seen something like that, so it’s strange.
She wondered if she was a child with a grown-up atmosphere.
Maria, who was brushing her teeth quietly, saw Seohyun enter and turned her body to sit down.
It seems that he already knew that Yoo-chan would order him to come outside.
Even Seohyun’s sudden appearance did not show any signs of surprise.
Seohyun, who hesitated for a moment whether to apologize or simply deliver the instructions, opened her mouth.
“There…”
“If it’s an apology, that’s enough.”
Yang Maria, who said that she would understand even if she did n’t have to listen, cut off Seohyun’s words to her.
A cold, hard voice.
It wasn’t a friendly voice by any means, but it wasn’t as hostile as Seohyun had expected.
“Anyway, nothing will change even if we fight each other. I’ll do something that never happened.”
She was generous beyond imagination.
Seohyun’s eyes grew hot for no reason.
To forgive and understand so easily when it would not be enough to kneel down and apologize right now.
Even more, she regrets her actions in the past.
“Still, I can’t see Miss Seohyun the way I used to. I’m sorry about this.”
Maria tidied up the hem of her black dress one last time and rose from her seat.
Seohyun took her Maria to her study and sat her down.
Maria didn’t ask where Yu-chan was, and she didn’t even look at the book she was singing that she liked so much.
He caressed his lower belly expressionlessly and then wiggled his feet on his couch.
Seohyun did not bother to comfort or ask questions about her forced pregnancy her.
She’d better just leave her alone, she thought.
When she headed back to her kitchen, she could see Shin Harin squatting under Yoochan’s legs doing fellatio.
“Uh, it’ll be ready soon, so wait.”
“Chuup… Haap… Chuup…”
Harin, who had been secretly conscious of Seohyun until earlier, continued her devoted service by clinging her only to Yoochan’s cock even though her Seohyun her appeared.
Yoo-chan leisurely enjoys Harin’s oral mucosa and decorates her plate her beautifully.
Seohyun also had to change her clothes and groom herself, so she headed to the bathroom on the second floor.
Haha… Harin’s mouth is the best, right?”
“It’s sexy that you changed your lipstick.”
The moment she stepped out of her kitchen, Shin Harin’s coquettish voice and the lewd conversation between the two tickled her ears.
