Chapter 194 – Cohabitation (4)
1 AM.
“Heugh… Gulp, gasp. Ugh, ah.”
The sound of breathing.
The darkened room. There’s no need to see each other’s faces. They simply embrace and exchange fluids within their grasp.
Azalea felt a massive intrusion parting her wet petals.
“…Huff, huh.”
The heat between man and woman reaches its peak.
* * * * * * *
2 AM.
“Haah!”
Feeling good.
“…Kyaah, ah.”
“Just… rest for a moment…”
Belatedly grasping Si-heon’s arm, Azalea frowned as if her panting breaths were painful.
“…Keep… going. Huff, ahh! More, more… more…!”
The sensation of forcibly widening the crevice and delving deeper.
I long to keep it inside, but when I pull it out, the cock stirs within me.
When my vagina returns to its original state, this person’s cock enters the crevice once more.
It feels as though it could become a habit.
* * * * * * * *
3 a.m.
“Ha… Ha, ha. Ha, ha.”
There’s no more talking now.
Only the sound of our breaths intersecting.
As we passionately rub and fuck each other’s privates, our gazes lock onto each other’s dazed, wide-open eyes.
“Hak, off, black, okay.”
A sound escapes my mouth, indistinguishable between a moan or a pained sigh.
Yet… it feels so good.
My entire body is heated, sensitive to every touch.
In this moment, just looking at it is enough to set me aflame.
More. More. More. Again.
-Byururut!
The sensation of swollen rubber satisfying my insides.
Without uttering a word, they fixed their gazes on each other’s faces. Fumbling beside the pillow, a condom was retrieved.
“…Hah, huh. Mm.”
Biting the tip of the condom,
-*Crrrk*-
the package was torn open, smeared with her nectar, and gently slid onto the erect member. Lee Si-heon continued to intently stare at Azalea.
No longer feeling ashamed,
it felt good.
Slowly, the obscene crevice widened once more. A mark was placed, signifying the owner. It was a satisfying seal.
“Huh, mm…, hmm…, uh.”
The flushed, heated thighs began to undulate up and down again.
“Hic, heh. Mm.”
A smile spread across Azalea’s lips.
“…♡”
Her delicate arms encircled Lee Si-heon’s neck.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Is it okay to be like this at 4 a.m.?”
“…What does it matter? *Cough*.”
Lee Si-heon and Azalea emerged from the kitchen, sitting at the table wearing only their wet outer garments. A portable gas burner was placed on the table, with a pan atop it, holding something similar to a pancake.
“But really, did you have to make it just because you mentioned it?”
“We had no choice… We made so many already. *Cough*.”
How could one’s throat not be hoarse after screaming all night? Azalea deftly flipped the hwajeon using frying chopsticks.
“*Cough*… At least we’re fortunate to have sugar at home.”
“…Did you put something inside them?”
“Something like chestnuts. Red beans are good too. Oh, your voice sounds metallic as well. Hehe. *Cough*,”
“Quit coughing and drink some water.”
“Alright.”
Azalea prepared the dough by mixing saltwater with glutinous rice flour, then lightly formed it into a chrysanthemum shape to avoid it falling apart. Once flattened on the pan and pressed with a flower, the hwajeon was complete.
Azalea seemed well-versed in cooking as she shared various tidbits.
“…If you add too many chrysanthemums, it becomes bitter. But with azalea flowers, it’s better to add a lot.”
“A lot?”
“Yes, a lot.”
Lee Si-heon glanced at the basket beside him.
The basket filled with the fruits of their lovemaking, collected one by one.
Azalea took flowers from it and gracefully arranged them on the hwajeon.
As they gazed at the hwajeon sizzling on the quiet night, a relaxed atmosphere enveloped them.
Feeling drowsy from exhaustion.
It was like emerging from a bath.
They both experienced this sensation.
A profound yet contented boredom.
When reminiscing about childhood memories, a brief escape into the past… Those times of genuine boredom with nothing to do, lying on a mat and letting the hours pass.
Such feelings could be experienced when they were together.
Unknowingly, a blissful smile spread across Azalea’s face.
“Are we… dating?”
“Why do you ask?”
“No reason. Just because I’m happy.”
I live with someone who consistently talks to me and shares drinks with me during difficult times. Today, for some reason, is an emotionally charged day. Being with this person… I might not need to take any medicine. Azalea couldn’t help but feel that their time together was valuable.
“You.”
“Hmm?”
Just wanting to say thank you.
As she tried to speak, Azalea closed her mouth, thinking she might be overdoing it.
– Pop.
An azalea flower immediately sprung forth.
“Hey.”
“…”
Azalea’s cheeks flushed red.
“What if it happens again… When will you eat this again?”
She couldn’t bear to throw it away, as it was so precious. At Lee Si-heon’s subsequent words, Azalea subtly puffed up her cheeks.
“…This is incredibly precious to eat.”
Could it be a burden? Despite this thought, Azalea couldn’t help but feign petulance, as if it seemed too easy. Lee Si-heon chuckled and nodded in response.
“Yeah… It’s difficult to continually consume a flower that’s hard to bloom even once in a lifetime.”
A woman, a flower that bloomed from her happiness.
It is said to blossom when love reaches its peak. Couples who have tasted the flower even once are said to live a happy life throughout their days.
Such tales naturally exist not only in Korea but also in other countries.
Isn’t every place where people live similar in the end?
Flowers represent love. Fruits signify pleasure.
In the society of the wood people, flowers originating from their bodies were considered extremely valuable.
“If there is fruit in a marital relationship… every day will be enjoyable. If there’s a flower in a marital relationship… every day will be happy.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s a proverb. Left behind by a famous celebrity… But… There are exceptions because there are cases where fruit cannot be produced due to the nature of the tree people.”
Lee Si-heon listened to her words and looked at Azalea’s hair.
“Dallae, don’t you have any fruit as well?”
“…For now.”
“But why isn’t it appearing?”
“It varies with each individual’s constitution.”
Even when one genuinely experiences joy and pleasure, there are instances where the body’s constitution doesn’t respond and remains unfulfilled. Surprisingly, there are numerous cases like this.
“I see.”
Frankly, it’s rather pitiable for those who cannot bloom.
Azalea sipped lukewarm water and reminisced about the sensation of making flowers bloom. A burst in her head – the euphoria that coursed through her entire body as something exploded. The emotions at that time were beyond words.
“I wonder if the fruits will be similar.”
There are cases where growth is delayed, and fruits only come to bear later on. It’s still worth anticipating.
– Sizzle.
Right on cue, a plate of fully cooked azalea pancakes was served to Azalea. Lee Si-heon took one, dipped it in sugar, and placed it in his mouth.
The azalea fragrance mingling with the clean sweetness. As he stopped chewing and inhaled, the scent he had only experienced when he was close to her filled his nostrils.
Azalea experienced a ticklish sensation as she observed Lee Si-heon consuming her flowers from a distance.
Her heart pounded with an intensity that bordered on painful. And yet, she didn’t dislike the sensation. In fact, the more her heart raced, the more she realized how deeply she had come to care for this person.
Suddenly, an old memory flashed through Azalea’s mind. It was a scene from her childhood, a time when she was innocent and naïve. She recalled witnessing a shocking sight in her mother’s bedroom: her now-deceased stepfather and her mother, entwined in a passionate, illicit affair. Despite her mother’s pleas to stop, the fruits of their transgression continued to fall from her mother’s head.
Azalea gripped her chopsticks tightly, her thoughts racing.
“It’s different,” she told herself.
The relationship she had with Si-heon was nothing like the sordid affair she had witnessed long ago. Their connection was pure and precious, something that could never be compared to the tainted memory of her past. And yet, her own self-doubt continued to intermingle with the lingering trauma, making it difficult for her to separate the two.
“What’s gotten into you?”
At Lee Si-heon’s voice, Azalea jumped, her shoulders shaking in surprise.
“Ah…oh? Mother, my mind must be elsewhere… Luckily, it didn’t burn.”
Si-heon slightly narrowed his eyes, reaching out and gently caressing Azalea’s cheek.
“Are you still feeling that way?”
“…A little. No, actually, it’s much better.”
“You’ve been through a lot.”
Though the words were casual, they carried a warmth that was undeniable.
“Let me know when you go to the hospital. It’s faster if I take you.”
“I’d have to memorize the coordinates… It would be quick by plane.”
“Can you even compare the speed difference between those two?”
He seemed indifferent but observant.
She knew that.
Lee Si-heon carefully studied Azalea’s face and whispered.
“Are you alright?”
“I’ve had my share of challenges.”
“Like what?”
“I’m feeling a bit happy right now. A lot, actually. This much.”
She spread her arms wide to demonstrate, and a bitter sweetness filled her mouth as she took a bite of the flower pancake.
It tasted like honey.
It was still only 4 o’clock.
It feels like only 30 minutes have passed, but it’s already 4 o’clock.
Still, morning is far away.
Having consumed all the food and sated the hunger brought on by intense sex, Azalea once again took hold of Lee Si-heon’s hand.
“The sun hasn’t risen yet.”
Plants perform photosynthesis when the sun is up,
and respire in the evening.
…I still hadn’t caught my breath.
I needed to exhale more raggedly,
while drawing water up through the roots.
* * * * * * * * *
8 a.m.
“Wow.”
This is a disaster.
What is this on the very first day of living together?
I sat on the bed in the neatly organized room, gazing at Azalea lying face down.
I had treated all the wounds that had formed during that time. Somehow, I managed to fix the bed that had turned into a sticky mess with magic.
‘Eventually, I’ll have to create a honey jar instead of just a flower basket.’
When I tasted it, it was unbelievably sweet and delicious. It seemed like it would be great for recovering from exhaustion if mixed with warm water or milk.
Somehow, I never grow tired of fruits, flowers, or honey that come from a woman. Normally, I just nibble on cut fruit and then leave it aside.
“Azalea.”
“…Yes.”
When I called out to Azalea, who was lying down, she responded after a slight delay. Her completely broken voice sounded endearing.
“Can you move?”
“…No.”
I only treated the worst of her injuries and left the rest alone. It seemed as though Azalea strangely enjoyed the sensation of fatigue.
“My waist, pelvis, and crotch hurt.”
“I see… What about your throat?”
“My throat hurts too.”
With all the screaming she did, it was no wonder it hurt. Azalea had screamed as if she wanted the world to disappear.
Azalea’s face buried in the pillow, her cheeks flushed, and she covertly glared at me with just her right eye.
“…You’re like a beast.”
“You asked for it.”
“Who said I didn’t like it?”
She whined, claiming her thighs still ached.
Her words didn’t truly express dislike; it was just a teasing tone. She wanted to emphasize how much sex we had had.
“Do you want some porridge?”
My throat hurts, but I don’t think I’m making other food for no reason. More than anything, she looks exhausted from not getting any sleep last night. Preparing to move, studying at the academy, and handling work at the company for a week… it wouldn’t be odd for her to sleep all day.
“Are you offering?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, yes. I’d like to eat.”
“Wait just a bit.”
Making porridge isn’t difficult. I quickly prepared it in the kitchen and entered Shiba’s room, only to find her snoring, deeply embracing Siva.
Our daughter, who didn’t interrupt our intimate moments…
As I approached to stroke her head, she suddenly opened her eyes.
“Peep!”
Shiba sensed my presence even though I hadn’t touched her yet. Did she have some sort of dad-detection ability? After pushing Sva aside, Shiba stood up and spread her arms wide, showing her determination.
“Did you sleep well?”
“I slept well! And you, Daddy?”
“Yeah, I slept well too.”
I considered adding some tuna to make Shiba’s meal more appetizing.
Alongside the tuna and vegetable porridge, I found honey I’d bought at the store in the refrigerator. I mixed it with milk and poured it into three cups, placing them on the table. As the porridge was nearing completion, Azalea emerged from the kitchen and took her seat, fidgeting slightly.
“Yum yum.”
Shiba devoured the porridge. She had been overjoyed when I told her she didn’t have to go to preschool anymore.
“Slurp.”
Azalea drank the honeyed milk first, then smiled at me as I discreetly hugged Shiba.
“Did you eat a lot yesterday, too?”
Honey… Yes, I did eat quite a bit.
I cleared my throat and wrapped my arm around Shiba beside me.
“Ahem, Shiba’s here.”
“Peep?”
“Hehe, I’m sorry.”
Azalea chuckled at my sensitive remark.
Wondering what else I was thinking while looking at the porridge, I took a bite and laughed, spoon still in my mouth.
