Chapter 203 – #203. Practice Game
An overly refreshing morning.
I knew what this meant.
[12:37]
Ooh… I slept for a long time…
Considering that I usually sleep for 8 hours, I thought I slept for a really long time.
However, it takes time to regenerate lost stamina…
No, maybe it wasn’t enough time.
Yes, I must have ejaculated at least five times yesterday.
Naeun, who is sleeping next to me with a small breathing sound.
As I tousled her hair, Naeun frowned at her for a moment, then turned her body toward me.
“…Woke up?”
“I think we overslept?”
“…Is it so?”
Perhaps the aftermath of yesterday still hasn’t gone away for Naeun. She couldn’t even open her eyes like a newborn child.
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As she briefly kissed her lips like a greeting, Naeun pursed her lips as if asking for more.
She looked so different from the seductive woman of yesterday who wore her black dress and asked to be raped, and I felt a sense of alienation.
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When she kissed her once again, Naeun smiled bashfully as if she was in a good mood.
“…My back hurts.”
“I did.”
It was two months of sex.
She was restarting her exercise that she had taken a break from, and she was using her unused muscles so much that it was strange that she was fine.
After playing with her bare teeth, I stepped into the bathroom with my feet feeling the psychological pressure of having to go sightseeing.
When she came out of the shower, Naeun, who was standing in only her robe, was touching her stomach in front of her mirror.
“Why are you doing that?”
“I feel like I’ve gotten a little more hungry.”
“Since you’re pregnant, it won’t be strange if I come out more, right?”
“Umm~ When I saw it, I mean.”
Naeun, who was wearing only a towel, approached me and grabbed my lower leg.
“I wonder if my brother gave the babies too much milk yesterday.”
“…Do you really want to eat that and say that the kids have grown up?”
“Some nutrient doubling event?”
I laughed out loud because it was absurd.
“Go in and wash up. Wife.”
I pushed her into her bathroom after she refused to answer Naeun’s claim to her event.
“Eh. Not accepting it.”
Don’t talk like her grandmother when you’re new.
* * *
The city of Singapore seemed to be the most suitable expression for its exotic yet sophisticated look.
“Brother. They say this was done at the XX office.”
Naeun’s fingertips pointed to a high-rise building with a bit of green in it.
Rather than a monotonous hexahedron, small pocket gardens were composed on the protruding floor surfaces here and there.
In Singapore, it was often the case that each building was the work of architects who would have heard about it if they had studied architecture.
“It is definitely different. Hey.”
“In Korea, if I told you that it was built in Gangnam in this style, wouldn’t it have been criticized a lot?”
“I don’t think we’ll get legal permission before then.”
There is a reason why most buildings in Korea are monotonous.
The first is the shape of the land.
How the land is formed and how far it slopes eats up more than 50 percent of a building’s exterior.
Second is the law.
Building laws in Korea are very detailed and strict, so most of them are rejected even if they look like something out of a magazine.
Third is the builder.
After all, architects cannot ignore the demands of those who provide capital for buildings.
It is the role of an architect to produce the most reasonable results within these three constraints, but in fact, many architects say that it is an environment in which it is difficult to demonstrate originality because there are too many constraints.
“If we do something like that at our graduation exhibition, we’ll be done, right?”
“Is that right?”
Naeun would have a much bigger concern with childcare than graduation, but I have to prepare for the graduation exhibition again in a few months.
“Are you going to build a building with that feeling?”
“I don’t know. I just want to go to the easiest and easiest class.”
Deciding to do the dry cleaning anyway, I didn’t have much greed for the studio itself.
I didn’t want to make a mockup larger than a desk, nor did I want to do a grand conceptual design.
“I should just get an apartment~”
Standing on the bridge over the river, Naeun jumped in front of his rifle.
“How easy is the apartment?”
“It doesn’t have to be very special, though.”
A white dress swayed in the moderately moist wind.
“Me. Picture.”
Nodding her head, I took out her cell phone and took pictures of her around.
It’s a really rare overseas trip and it’s a honeymoon.
“Look.”
When she opened the gallery screen and showed her, Na-Eun flipped through her pictures, and somehow it felt like she was giving homework to her homeroom teacher when she was in elementary school and getting tested.
“Hmm. Pass.”
“Oh. It seems like it’s been a long time since you passed the exam all at once?”
“It’s just that the background and my beauty are cheat keys.”
I’ll even say empty words saying that I took a good shot.
For a moment, Naeun put her hand holding her cell phone away from her behind her.
“Brother. Crumple your face here quickly.”
“Hey. If I shoot like this, I will come out with a big head.”
“But it’s true that my brother has a bigger face than me.”
Even though she said this, it was me who was somehow putting her head inside the screen.
“One! Two! Three!”
I heard a click and checked the result.
“…This is right?”
“He who has obtained a beautiful bride. Do not be too heartbroken.”
No, even if you want to come out pretty, what is this?
My face was eating up half the screen.
“I will delete it. Mr. Lee.”
“Ah. Do not do that. You just have to take a picture of it properly. What else are you deleting?”
Naeun giggled and took the picture again standing side by side, and we saved our honeymoon memories as data at each tourist destination one by one.
“…Brother.”
It is an evening with a cool breeze blowing.
We visited a restaurant by the river that Naeun said she wanted to visit even before she arrived, and we were watching the night view with a light snack in front of us.
“Huh?”
“Should we look for a house when we get back?”
“I’ll have to work hard to find out.”
I have two babies and I can’t sleep in a closed room full of all sorts of sex toys.
“I liked the house now, but it’s a pity. That’s it.”
“I know. If it were just the two of us, I think we would have been there all along until the contract expired.”
“Still, I have no regrets.”
Naeun, who rested her chin on her table, turned her head toward the colorful lights that lit up the night.
“I think those were the happiest months of my life.”
The days of assembling furniture and lighting together came to mind.
“You will be happier in the future.”
As I quietly put my hand on top of Naeun’s, her wife smiled broadly.
“When you have kids, but maybe not as often as before.”
“Why. You can do it.”
“Maybe it’s hard when you have children and you fall asleep right away?”
You’re underestimating the sexual desire of a novelist too much. Naeun.
“You think I won’t do that?”
“Ah… Wouldn’t it be because I’m tired rather than my brother?”
I was afraid that if I understood something here, those words would really become the future, so I tried to explain situations that would stimulate Naeun’s imagination.
Thinking that the scene of Lee Jin-sung’s gaslighting would be made into a live-action film, I started building up step by step.
“Naeun. Ruler. Imagine that you are drawing a picture in your head from now on.”
“I’m just trying to say something weird again.”
“Most of what I say is strange. What.”
After answering in this way, Naeun nodded her head with a trembling expression.
“When we finish raising our cute twins, the time will come when they fall asleep. Yes?”
“Right?”
“Then you shouldn’t be quiet because you don’t want the kids to wake up.”
“The rule is that you must never make a sound.”
Naeun looks at my eyes as if she is interested.
Those eyes
There was little anticipation in the two eyes, which had a bit of a snake inside and gave off a special feeling.
“Then what if I break it?”
“It should be right.”
“…Great.”
Naeun, who covered her reddened cheeks with both hands, readily accepted a game like pervert.
“Do I decide where to fit?”
“No? Are you going to hit me when I’m in trouble?”
“And. Is it really that good?”
Naeun clapped her hands as if she was sincerely moved.
Since the people next to us weren’t Korean, there was no level line even though our conversation was in a public place.
“Ah. Brother. I need to go back in soon.”
“Huh? Is it still 8 o’clock in the evening?”
When I asked because it seemed like I was going back a little early for a tourist destination, Naeun ran her lips with her pink tongue.
“…I want to play a practice game from now on.”
A wife who came to her honeymoon and was beaten.
I ran straight to the checkout counter.
