Chapter 215 – The Twins Make Love.
Seho Lee.
Appearing like a comet in a repetitive daily life, he caused a big ripple in Sujin’s heart.
“The gym… I said behind the gym…”
I tried not to pay attention, but I couldn’t.
That’s right… Between the kids, behind the gym…
This place is well-known as a confessional spot for 5th and 6th grade seniors.
“What do we do…”
Sujin, who had a timid personality, had been stamping her feet since morning, not knowing what to do.
Should I accept it…? Is not it? In fact, it may not be a confession, but am I doing this alone…?
“Are you Sujin?”
Su-jin’s mother, who came in to check that she was getting ready for school, found her daughter talking to herself in front of her mirror.
“Mom…”
“You haven’t changed your clothes yet? I have to leave immediately.”
The clock was pointing to 30 minutes.
“Ah… Yes, but…”
Su-jin had a hard time deciding what clothes she should wear.
What are the pretty clothes?
As usual, Sujin would have worn the clothes her mother gave her, but she felt like she had to dress pretty today.
Watching her daughter staring at the clothes she had taken out to put on, her mother opened her T-shirt, wondering if something was wrong with her clothes.
“Why? Don’t you like the clothes?”
“Mom… I’m going to wear a white one.”
“…White? The white one?”
“That. The buttoned one…”
Opening her closet, her mother brought out a blouse that looked a bit hot for the current weather.
“Are you talking about this?”
“Huh.”
“Do you think our Sujin will be hot?”
“I’ll wear it anyway.”
She wanted to leave because the wind blew, but it seemed that she would be late if she delayed any longer, so Sujin’s mother finally complied with her daughter’s request.
“Mom said it was hot.”
“Huh! Are you okay!”
Wearing her school bag and shoes, Su-jin goes to school as usual, but she is somehow spirited.
“I’m coming!”
-Bang
“…Any day?”
As her front door was firmly shut, Sujin’s mother spoke to herself with her puzzled face.
* * *
Just before arriving at school, Seho asked Minho to stop in front of the stationery store, saying he needed supplies.
“Seho! It’s coming from behind, so get off carefully and go!”
“Yes! I’ll be back!”
Seho opened the car door, quickly closed it and ran towards the sidewalk.
“But when I think about it, it’s Sehwa. Do you need any supplies?”
Seho and Sehwa are in the same class.
It was Minho who thought that if Seho needed something, Sehwa should also be there.
“Do you have anything to prepare for today?”
“Then what did he buy?”
“I don’t know?”
Saehwa also asked Seho and tried to tackle her, but she passed by so quickly that there was no time to do so.
“Um… Is that so? I’ll ask when I get home later.”
So Minho dropped Saehwa off at the front door and made a U-turn in the direction of the house and went back.
Click
When you open the front door and enter, all you hear is the sound of a vacuum cleaner.
“Came?”
“Huh.”
Naeun was in her mid-thirties, but she still maintained a believable appearance even though she was in her late twenties.
A level that can be trusted even if she is not a married woman but a young lady.
Minho looked at Naeun, who was pushing the vacuum cleaner, with a curious look.
“Mr. Winter. Do you remember that today is Friday?”
A married woman who stopped the vacuum cleaner for a while and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Minho thought that everyday scene was very hot.
“…That day?”
“That day.”
A couple’s eyes cross each other in the air.
“…Shall I get the key?”
“No no. I’ll take a shower soon.”
“Doesn’t it look worse if you don’t wash?”
With big strides, Naeun came closer to Minho.
“Why are you looking at me when I don’t even have kids?”
“You know… Seho said he didn’t have any supplies today so I dropped them off at her stationery…”
Minho, who wanted to go down to her basement after lying down on the bed for a while to catch his breath, tried to follow her son’s eccentricity.
“…I don’t want to do it right now, is this?”
When Na-eun blocked her change of topic, Min-ho had no choice but to raise her white flag.
“I will bring you the key.”
Naeun and Minho’s house was a house that thoroughly reflected the wishes of the two people from the time it was designed.
As a result, even though it was a fairly spacious house, the places where children could come and go were limited.
The first forbidden area is Minho’s studio.
Minho, who designed his studio independently for writing during the day, could enter his workspace through the opposite door through the back of his yard.
No entry from residential spaces with children.
Even the locks were locked, so the children had never been inside.
I once asked if I could take a look at Sehwa because I was curious, but the couple later said that I would show it when Sehwa grew up, and they kept their secret firmly until now.
In fact, there was nothing special, but the books of Minho’s novels and the cover posters of Naeun that had been released were still too stimulating for children to see.
The second forbidden area is the basement.
The basement was not a separate space, but the entrance was located on the stairs going down to the basement floor.
Instead, the door was always locked with a key, but Minho and Naeun had always told the children that there was a monster living in the basement and hadn’t been allowed to go there.
Until now, he seemed to believe in monsters, but that was an excuse that would soon run out.
After becoming teenagers, it was a couple who thought it would be nice to call it a messy unfinished warehouse.
Taking out the key from the chest of drawers in the master bedroom, Minho swallowed.
Naeun, in her mid-30s, was a star in itself.
Lust monster. Itself.
I thought I was good enough in my 20s, but Naeun really is better after 30…
Minho thought that he had finished writing the manuscript today.
Maybe it’ll happen around the time the kids come back after falling down like crazy.
“Naeun. Let’s go.”
“Yes!”
Naeun, who came down the stairs with a cheerful snort as if excited, was already smiling.
Click away
The sound of unlocking and opening the door.
When I flipped the light switch inside, the bright pink light that would be seen in an entertainment establishment lit up the room.
Although the children weren’t home, Minho locked the basement door once again and sat down on the large king-size bed in the center of the basement.
“So. What do you want to do today?”
10 years of marriage.
The two of them, who had played almost everything, unless it was too hard or bizarre play, were now having sex so much that it was impossible to describe it as a deceased person.
“Um… How about playing a nurse after a long time?”
“Am I a doctor? Or sick.”
Depending on that, the genre is quite different.
It was Minho who still heated up when he said that his body was fatigued.
“Uhm… I will. I have to think about it while wearing a nurse’s outfit.”
Since both of them were not interested in extravagant hobbies, naturally, a lot of money was invested in this side.
Naeun’s collections were neatly arranged in the basement of this house, which could be said to have two master bedrooms.
“No. Brother. Shall I wear my uniform?”
“Uniform?”
“Huh. Oppa, I heard that the older I get, the worse I get to wear clothes like this.”
Naeun’s words were actually something that Minho had mentioned while having sex with her.
“Because it is true.”
What kind of man can stand it when a married woman who has given birth to two of her children wears a school uniform and spreads her crotch.
Not to mention Naeun’s breasts didn’t sag even after being sucked on like that, and her skin was still firm.
Since I do role-playing so much, I wonder if there are no actors anymore.
Seeing Naeun’s face searching for her teacher while wearing her school uniform made middle-aged Minho’s blood hot.
“So which one? A nurse or a school uniform?”
Both were vulgarly dressed.
The words “Pieces of cloth” Rather than “Clothes” Suited him, and Minho picked out his wife’s outfit while gently caressing his things.
“Let’s go in school uniform.”
“…Transformation.”
…You’re the one who made the routine to come to the basement every Friday.
On the topic that I marked [Sex day♥] Every Friday in my diary.
Still, it was Minho who did not hate Naeun at all for blaming himself with such a bewitching look.
Naeun threw off her pajamas and picked up a pink plaid skirt.
When it is raised to the top of his waist, the length goes far above his thighs.
As she turned around, her buttocks and the shameful parts of a woman were clearly visible.
“Now… Sir…”
A tie deliberately tangled on top of three untied shirts.
Her breastbone was exposed because she was not wearing a bra.
“Then, today’s bad Naeun…”
On the lap of Minho, who was sitting quietly on the bed.
Naeun wrapped her slender arms behind his neck.
“Please punish me.”
Minho’s towering cock did not forgive his wife.
