The Smell of Something Fishy Chapter 13.1 - extra 2: the smell of spring

In the dim bedroom where night and day blurred indistinguishably, two naked bodies were entwined on a spacious bed, veiled by translucent canopy curtains.

“Baby.”

A low voice tinged with amusement. The man holding Yeonseo from behind whispered while fondling soft breast flesh with one hand.

“Hyung, if you squeeze my hand like that, it feels like the baby won’t get to touch its pussy?”

As if to prove his words, the finger already inside the pussy hole moved flexibly. No matter how tightly the pale thighs clenched the arm, they couldn’t stop the hand from recklessly probing and groping the inner walls. The squelching, wet sounds, like those made when stirring a soaked pussy, teased Yeonseo’s ears.

Tae Shinju, who had been toying with the breast, lightly lifted one of Yeonseo’s thighs and raised it high. Forcing the leg to spread sideways like a dog urinating, he pinched and twisted the plump, juicy balls.

“Hah…!”

Soon reaching climax, Yeonseo rubbed the back of his head against Tae Shinju’s shoulder, arching his waist tautly. A delightful pleasure. A thrilling torrent swept through his entire body. The lingering sensation persisted because of the finger piercing his inner walls again at the moment of ejaculation.

“Ngh…”

“Came with your pussy… so naughty.”

Despite the teasing tone, the hands caressing his entire body were exceedingly tender. The palms, sometimes sticky, sometimes lightly brushing, heightened the still-unsettled arousal.

From the constantly nibbled and sucked breast flesh to the slightly swollen belly, the wet groin, and the delicate thighs, every reachable spot was stroked and kneaded. It was as if the hands were savoring the texture of Yeonseo’s skin and the suppleness of his flesh itself.

‘My body feels like it’s melting…’

Yeonseo let out a moan trapped in his throat aimlessly. His nerves grew increasingly sensitive with tension and anticipation, and every touch caused his belly to contract sharply, only to return with labored breaths, repeating the cycle.

“Hah, haa…”

The man, relishing the tight grip of the soft inner flesh, used his other hand to stroke the tender balls and the man’s cock. Pressing his lips close to the flushed ear, he whispered.

“Shh… you need to be quiet. There are people outside. Want to advertise that you’re eating your husband’s hand with your pussy?”

Even if it was just a delivery guy who’d already left after dropping off a package, Tae Shinju shamelessly insisted otherwise.

Yeonseo gasped in surprise. Since arriving at a foreign island for what was dubbed a “pregnancy getaway,” he had been confined solely to his lover’s embrace. With no clothes, not even underwear, living as if his husband’s body were his clothing, he was naturally oblivious to the outside world.

Was it the third day now, or the fourth? Or had a week already passed?

He didn’t know. Whether it was the unfamiliar place or because he’d been waiting for this moment, Tae Shinju, upon reaching their destination, kept Yeonseo tightly in his arms, preventing him from encountering anyone else.

Yet, he teased about people being outside or claimed the sound of pussy juices leaking would echo like thunder, known to all, stoking Yeonseo’s shame.

Despite the familiar repertoire, Yeonseo felt embarrassed every time. There was no way not to.

‘I thought pregnancy would make it better…’

A body that only felt secure in the man’s arms, or an inner self that went along with all his perverse acts…

At first, he thought he was addicted to the stimulation. After learning Tae Shinju’s true nature, he believed it was due to an inner obsession with him. Now, having connected hearts and even borne fruit, he rationally understood there was no need to be as anxious as before.

The reality he faced was the complete opposite.

Squelch, squish…

“Ngh, hnn, hah!”

Yeonseo, not suspecting that his promised partner would bluff, covered his mouth with both hands. He feared he’d been caught. Even in a foreign country, moans were a universal language needing no interpretation.

Having passed the early pregnancy stage where only each other existed, they were now in the fifth month. His body’s contours were changing, and pregnancy symptoms were becoming more pronounced.

Considering his male pregnancy and it being his first, Yeonseo’s pregnancy wasn’t overly prominent. His belly was slightly rounded compared to its previously flat state, noticeable only when bare, and he experienced neither nausea nor anemia.

That didn’t mean there were issues with the babies. The twins were slightly smaller than average for their gestational age but were growing healthily.

Even Tae Shinju was briefly at a loss for words upon hearing the results.

It was only natural that permission for intimacy was granted as soon as the stable period began. In fact, they had consistently engaged in sex and petting since the early stages.

“Hnngh!”

A fresh urge to urinate surged in the pussy that had just ejaculated. His scattered thoughts dissolved, and all his senses focused downward.

While rough fingertips rolled the slippery balls, a broad palm gripped and shook the shaft up and down. Stimulated simultaneously in both genitals, a horrific pleasure overwhelmed Yeonseo.

“Hah, ah!”

He could no longer keep his eyes open or muster the presence of mind to cover his mouth.

Clutching the hand persistently groping below, Yeonseo trembled finely. He wanted to grind his hips wildly against the firm grip but also yearned to take him in to fill the empty hole.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t a completely empty hole.

Press.

As if to remind him of his state, Tae Shinju pressed the lewd back hole with his thick thigh. The plug, already in place, crushed the swollen peak.

“Hnn…”

His entire body tingled as if electrified.

Though nothing shot out from the cock hole, Yeonseo felt the exhaustion of post-ejaculation. Living with a dildo, plug, or real cock in his back pussy had become routine, making the sensation familiar.

It was hard to pinpoint exactly when the hole plug, absent for a while, had returned. But as the pregnancy progressed into the stable period, its necessity became undeniable.

“Came from behind?”

A thick arm tightly embraced Yeonseo protectively. Their naked bodies clung together even more like one. The touching areas felt scorching due to the hot body heat.

“Haha… saying you don’t want to be caught, but baby’s mom is busy cumming front and back.”

“Ngh, hnn…!”

“Hm… no. Are you actually wanting to be caught? Your baby pussy’s all grown up into an adult pussy? Since I keep saying it’s pretty, do you want to show it off to others?”

The lewd whispers pressed close to his ear struck Yeonseo’s shame directly.

“Shit… your pretty pussy is only for your husband to see, baby.”

“No, no, hah!”

He hurriedly denied it, but the hand rushing into the empty hole was faster.

“Haa!”

The middle finger, rolling the swollen balls, slid straight in, piercing the narrow flesh. Unlike before, it was accompanied by its neighbors on both sides.

“Ahh! Hah, ngh!”

Thump, thump, thump!

“Ahh, hnn, ahh!”

The surprise was brief; the insides eagerly welcomed the fingers as if satisfied. Even as the playful teasing turned into three fingers pounding to mush, there was no resistance. His hips swayed in rhythm.

“Unbelievable… honey, how are you going to live without your husband’s cum, shaking your pussy like that?”

The man, clicking his tongue, added his pinky. Now, all but the thumb were lodged inside. The hole, stretched wide horizontally, looked quite grotesque. Unfazed, Tae Shinju increased the speed of his thrusts.

“Ah, ah! Ngh, hnn, aah!”

Splat, splat! The sound of liquid splashing from the drenched pussy echoed as loudly as the moans. The pounding from below was like hammering his base. It wasn’t entirely inaccurate, as the balls were stimulated with each thrust.

Suddenly, the man whose hand was bitten hard,

“From the start,”

Smack!

“I should’ve,”

Splat!

“Trained you properly.”

He spanked the center of the groin and resumed ravaging the inner walls.

“Hah, haa, hnn.”

The body, struck without warning, convulsed, gushing liquid. The spanking didn’t stop there.

“Don’t even think about showing your baby pussy anywhere else.”

Splat!

“Haaang!”

“Then, except when giving birth, you’ll live as your husband’s cock plug forever.”

With the ominous warning, the hand buried deep in the pussy shook it relentlessly.

“Hnn, ahh, haa, aah!”

Suck, slurp, squelch, splat!

The limp limbs flailed in all directions. The thighs, struggling just out of reach, spread to their limit, and the hips writhed back and forth, treating the hand in the groin as a cock, continuing the fervent pussy-fucking. Shaking his hips with the hole blatantly exposed was, to anyone’s eyes, a splendid display of debauchery.

Gush, the juices pooled in his belly spilled through the gaps of their union. Soaking Tae Shinju’s hand, it left dotted wet marks on the bed.

“Ngh, hnn, haa, ah…!”

The intense pleasure finally melted even his shame.

As he said, it was a body that couldn’t function without the husband’s cum. Even before pregnancy, they were constantly together, but somehow, since carrying the child, Yeonseo could barely sleep without Tae Shinju’s cock.

In a way, it was an extension of needing his back hole stimulated to urinate. But this time, the habit originating from Yeonseo himself was the difference.

The shame of his lascivious state vanished, and Yeonseo was utterly intoxicated by the sensations his lover provided.

His rationality shattered piece by piece, leaving only dizzying pleasure.

“…!”

The fingers tightly filling the hole bit down even harder.

From the gaping, twitching pussy hole, a thin liquid flowed. It was fresh pussy juice.

Yeonseo’s pupils widened as he savored the climax. He tried to curl up like a fetus, trembling, but it was futile.

The hand stirring the hole continued moving, albeit slowly,

“Ngh…”

A satisfied moan followed.

The content sigh from his lover’s throat robbed Yeonseo of the will to compose himself.

“Hah, haa…”

Yeonseo let out a labored breath. The trembling wouldn’t stop. It was a phenomenon particularly pronounced lately.

Understandably, with a child, they couldn’t mix bodies as before. In early pregnancy, they craved each other as if possessed, but gradually, the pattern of sex changed naturally.

Instead of roughly probing the womb as before, it became about caressing the entire body for a long time, slowly building arousal to maintain a languid sensation.

In terms of outcome, the bodily sensation of being wrung out was the same. Comparing which was better was meaningless. However, the latter left a trace of rationality in a dreamy state, prolonging the tension.

In short, it was a pattern of extreme tension, trembling through climax.

The intense petting felt like it would never end.

“Haa…!”

The lone thumb finally pressed the balls. Just touching the swollen, taut clitoris sent sharp pleasure surging.

The plug in the back hole buzzed. Since the plug had no vibration function, it was evidence of Yeonseo’s trembling body.

“Ahh…! Hnn!”

“Feels good? So good your baby pussy keeps drooling?”

Shaking the hand buried halfway in, the viscous love juices inside made a squelching mess.

“Ngh…!”

Yeonseo arched his upper body as if ejaculating. His belly curved toward the air, while his back lifted off the bed, creating a gap.

This time, too, no semen burst from the cock hole. He squirted clear liquid in spurts, but it wasn’t the same as a full gush in shape or smell.

Yet, Yeonseo vibrated like someone who had just ejaculated.

This is why his body kept trembling…

If only his weak spots were thoroughly struck, letting him release semen or juices and pass out refreshed, it would be satisfying.

The sensation of persistently groping his skin to maintain arousal was ticklish and languid at first, then utterly exhausting. It felt like every unused cell was awakened.

Ultimately, every stroke on his skin made him flinch, with extreme tension dominating his body. At this point, ejaculation or anything else didn’t matter; the trembling wouldn’t subside, leaving him feeling like he was entrusting his breath to his partner. This was why he sometimes craved intense sex, as his mind tired before his body.

Even now, the lingering pleasure was tormenting. The nerve-slicing sensation was almost painful.

“Ah…!”

It was agonizing and exhausting, yet addictive.

It must be because of the feeling of bonding in a way different from intense sex.

He knew the man cherished his body. It was impossible not to, seeing how he constantly nibbled and sucked. With the pregnancy, it went further, as if he wanted to lick every part.

Clean or dirty.

“Hn, it’s hard, haa!”

Kiss.

The man, who had suddenly withdrawn his hand as quickly as he’d inserted it, licked his glistening fingers with his broad tongue. Just hearing the sucking sounds from behind made Yeonseo burn with shame.

“Haa… delicious. Your baby pussy tastes just like the pussy I know, but whose pussy is this?”

Raising his voice with a questioning “huh?” Tae Shinju gripped the plump, swollen breast.

Then, as if realizing something, he opened his mouth.

“Ah.”

“Hnn!”

“Was this the pussy carrying Hyung’s baby?”

Yeonseo bit his lips. Closing his barely open eyes, he tried to ignore the sweet whispers wetting his ears.

But Tae Shinju wasn’t one to let that slide.

“Haa! Shinju, Mr. Shinju…!”

“Why close your eyes like that? You’re driving me crazy. Tell me yourself, Mr. Yeonseo. Who’s the bastard that planted a seed in your baby house?”

If ignored, he seemed ready to burst the breast, so Yeonseo screamed out.

“Shinju… Tae… Shinju… Haa!”

“Hoo… right. It’s me. I got you pregnant.”

“Hnn…!”

The plug occupying the back hole was roughly pulled out. It was a thick dildo-like plug, its middle particularly wide, which had been subtly pressing the peak, causing torment.

“Touch it.”

The already erect cock slapped against the concave groin. Moving slowly between the slender thighs, it protruded as if it were Yeonseo’s own, quickly wetting the husband’s flesh as it grazed both of the wife’s holes.

‘Ahh… like this again…’

Cumming repeatedly, with climaxes that didn’t end even as the day changed.

‘Is this okay…?’

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t slightly worried. Yet, the gaze looking down at the flushed glans was filled with excitement, rendering that concern meaningless.

A dark, lascivious-smelling cock dripping with juices.

The cockhead, larger than Yeonseo’s fist, protruded far beyond the groin, easy to touch without leaning forward.

Gulp.

Saliva passed down his slender throat. The laughter from above spurred Yeonseo on.

Yeonseo grabbed just below the blunt glans with his left hand and rubbed the wet glans with his right. Not touching recklessly like in his naive days, the hand on the shaft moved shallowly up and down, while the rough palm focused on the glans, circling and rolling it.

Meanwhile, rubbing his inner flesh against the veined shaft was an instinctive reaction. In the past, he couldn’t have imagined such acts, but embracing Tae Shinju had gradually colored his once-innocent body with sensuality.

“Haa! Ngh, hnn, hnn…”

“Feels good rubbing your pussy on your husband’s cock? Saying you don’t want to be caught, but you lose your mind at the sight of a cock.”

Deliberately sneering coldly, Tae Shinju grabbed Yeonseo’s cock. He toyed with the round balls and the erect pink cock in his grip. It wasn’t quite a substitute for the pussy, but having touched it so often, it felt odd not to hold it.

Sure enough, Yeonseo whimpered while clutching the man’s cock. He rubbed the back of his head against the firm embrace, as if knowing someone was always there.

Adorable.

When Tae Shinju wrapped his arms around the soft chest to pull him closer,

Thump.

“Ah…!”

His languidly blinking eyes snapped open. Tae Shinju froze in place. Both stiffened at the same moment, then placed their hands over the spot where the belly had just twitched.

Pop!

Slightly to the right, where their fingers touched, a welcome ripple repeated. The corners of Yeonseo’s mouth rose endlessly. Tae Shinju’s expression mirrored his.

Tae Shinju moved first.

“Ngh…”

The hand rising from the belly tightly gripped the low-swollen breast. Stroking the trembling cock as if nearing ejaculation, rubbing the cum hole with his fingerprint, he kneaded the soft flesh greedily.

“Who could it be?”

“Haa! Ah! Hnn…”

“Who’s the little one interrupting Mom and Dad’s playtime…?”

The particularly large nipple flattened in the man’s grip. Between the fingers repeatedly kneading, the prominent bud was a reddish petal color. A sight that would make anyone who knew its taste salivate.

Tae Shinju slowly turned Yeonseo’s body. Kissing the eyes brimming with excitement, he swallowed the plump, erect nipple and breast in one gulp.

“Aaah!”

As their bodies pressed closely together, Yeonseo naturally wrapped his arms around Tae Shinju’s neck.

The man teased the tip of the nipple with his tongue, then suddenly pursed his lips and sucked hard. Kiss, smooch. Like a nursing infant, he pressed the flesh around the breast and nibbled the nipple eagerly.

The hypersensitive body twitched in the man’s embrace. His swift hands, not content with crushing both buttocks, spread them wide and firmly pressed the exposed hole.

Yeonseo shuddered at the tension, as if the back pussy were about to be penetrated at any moment.

“Ngh, hnn, haa…!”

The back hole, as soft and pliant as the front, was soaked and brimming with juices.

“No idea… is it Bami? Or maybe Bokki?”

A playful tone. Pretending to ponder while dragging out his words, the man suddenly spread the back door open when Yeonseo, unable to bear the tension, tried to push him away.

“Ah…!”

“Hnn… shit. Is Bami biting Daddy’s cock, or is it Bokki? Who’s tugging at Daddy’s cock like this?”

“Haa!”

With a thump, the cock finally plunged into the back passage, piercing through in one go until it reached just before the point where Yeonseo would leak. It was, in truth, a place where the babies weren’t. Yet Tae Shinju spoke as if the children were part of it.

Bami and Bokki.

The children had somehow acquired proper fetal names.

And mentioning them during sex had become Tae Shinju’s new habit.

“It feels like the kids are greeting Daddy…”

“Hnngh…”

The already flushed eyes grew wet with moisture. No matter how perverse the acts, Yeonseo could never get used to his husband’s new habit. In fact, getting accustomed to the fetal names themselves was a challenge.

Bami, Bokki. Also known as “tteokbokki eaten at night.”

To trace the origin of these astonishing fetal names, one would need to go back a few months. It was early in the pregnancy when Yeonseo suddenly threw a fit, craving tteokbokki out of nowhere.

Unaware of the turmoil inside, the father of the twins elegantly narrowed his eyes.

“Perfect timing. Since the kids are awake, shall we have a cozy family clam-hunting experience?”

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That damned tteokbokki.

Looking back, that day, later recorded as his first bout of morning sickness, remained an unforgettable memory. At the time, it felt like just an embarrassing incident that would pass. Perverse antics had been common before, after all.

That was certainly true until the next day when Tae Shinju brought up the fetal names.

“How about Tteoki and Bokki for the kids’ fetal names?”

“What?”

“I think it’s about time we chose fetal names… but no matter how much I think, I can’t come up with anything more fitting than those.”

Tteoki and Bokki. The oddly familiar combination evoked a single word.

…Tteokbokki.

“Even so, naming them after tteokbokki…”

Yeonseo was flustered. He wasn’t sure, but it didn’t seem like fetal names were chosen that way. The time when the children were conceived had no connection to tteokbokki.

“What’s wrong with it? If it’s meaningful to us, that’s a good name. I… liked how Mr. Yeonseo begged for it yesterday.”

His smile, with narrowed eyes, was subtly sensual, as if he meant it. That sensual face, even when smiling, was something Yeonseo was particularly weak to.

Normally, he’d have been swayed by that face, but that day, Yeonseo stood firm. He was deeply conflicted. These were the children’s names, and the naming felt oddly disconnected from the children themselves.

Of course, Tae Shinju’s reasoning had merit. Unless shared with others, the story behind the fetal names would remain a secret known only to Tae Shinju and himself.

If Tae Shinju liked it, Yeonseo had no intention of objecting. However, “Tteoki” felt a bit too much. After all the “tteok tteok” talk the previous day, calling the children that pricked his conscience.

“Then… maybe change Tteoki to something else…”

“Why? Tteoki sounds full of fortune and nice. Were you thinking of pounding tteok?”

“…”

“Naughty mommy.”

To top it off, Tae Shinju covered his mouth.

“Mr. Yeonseo… pervert.”

“…!”

When someone is too stunned, words fail to come out. To think he’d be called a pervert by Tae Shinju of all people. A tremendous shock hit his entire body.

Even when he’d nearly been thrown out onto the streets, he hadn’t felt this dumbfounded.

He’d privately acknowledged becoming quite a pervert himself, but thinking it and hearing it from someone else—especially from the world’s greatest pervert—hit differently.

He had no pride left, but Yeonseo didn’t want to admit Tae Shinju’s accusation. So, he eagerly looked for a chance to retort.

Interpreting his expression in some way, Tae Shinju tightly hugged Yeonseo and bit his cheek.

“Ah…!”

“Why those wide eyes? So cute. Want to play pervert games? Peel your husband’s cock?”

“Hnn, ah!”

“Shall we eat tteokbokki again?”

The following touch was blatantly lascivious. They say the first time is the hardest, and after devouring the pussy he’d long resisted, Tae Shinju had no reservations.

“Haa!”

In an instant, he stripped off Yeonseo’s pants along with his underwear, burying his face in Yeonseo’s lower belly. Blowing hot breaths, he kissed the delicate skin with smacking sounds.

“Haa… there’s no luckier guy than me. My wife’s a pervert.”

“No, no, ngh!”

The mouth moved straight down, engulfing the round balls, then pressed lips firmly against the swollen pussy, shaking his head side to side.

“I’d rather not go without eating my wife’s pussy because of the kids.”

“Hnn…”

“But it seems that was a misconception. A pleasant one.”

As he finished speaking, his wet tongue parted the labia, scraping the balls with its tip. Yeonseo’s eyes quickly welled up. Injustice and excitement tangled chaotically, and tears surged.

“…”

Really… the pervert is you.

Yeonseo had never seen a man strip and go crazy for sex as quickly as Tae Shinju. Look at him now—talking about the kids’ names one moment, and in the blink of an eye, he’s got Yeonseo’s lower body exposed.

“Tch… haha!”

The man, devouring the pussy like someone starved for three days, suddenly burst into laughter.

“Ahem, haha… alright, alright, don’t cry. Were you upset about being called a pervert?”

“Ngh…”

He hugged Yeonseo like a child, rocking him gently. Yet, pressing his bulging crotch against the spread pussy lips and thrusting as if penetrating was proof he was an incorrigible pervert.

“Hnn… your tteok from yesterday is still trembling. Right… to avoid confusion, let’s change Tteoki to Bami. Last night… we had a good time, didn’t we?”

Thus, the fetal names were set as “Bami” and “Bokki.” “Bokki,” derived from tteokbokki, was decided to be called the character for fortune, as in happiness. “Bami,” stumbled upon by chance, turned out to be meaningful in many ways.

The night he reunited with Tae Shinju. The night they shared their bodies. The night he taught him how to breathe and gave him money.

The night he saved him from Tae Hyunwoong. The night he tried to recover his memories. The night he realized he was “Hyung.”

And the night they conceived the children…

Everything happened at “night.”

Counting the weeks, it was around the time Yeonseo realized Tae Shinju was Hyung, when Hyung and he appeared together in a dream, ravishing him—that was when the children were conceived. They’d been intimate daily, so he couldn’t pinpoint the exact day, but it was clear he was no longer single before their “baby-making experiment.”

“Bami and Bokki… g-good, ngh!”

“Like it? Finally smiling.”

The man who made Yeonseo cry and laugh now drew out a hot cock to give love. Pressing it against the still-flat belly, he embraced him tightly.

A warmth so intense it was hot. Yeonseo hesitantly raised his arms to embrace his lover in return, savoring the sensation of their breaths coexisting.

A light kiss deepened, inevitably leading to profound love. “You should refrain from intimacy in early pregnancy…” The doctor’s advice passed futilely that day.

He knew they should abstain from sex. Tae Shinju surely knew too. But they couldn’t bear not touching.

Climbing atop him, licking every excited feature, Yeonseo felt this man’s existence vividly once more.

Only by touching, joining bodies, and feeling the other’s pulse with his entire being could he be satisfied. A deep-seated lack, etched into his bones, craved his partner. Not because the children weren’t precious—it was simply inevitable.

In that sense, if being a pervert meant this, Yeonseo accepted it. He had surely become as much a pervert as Tae Shinju…

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As if the tteokbokki had been a signal, days came when specific foods were intensely craved. Tae Shinju would quietly fetch the food or sometimes take Yeonseo’s hand to go together.

Nausea still didn’t occur. There was no vague hunger or queasiness after eating, like the “eating sickness” people often described. Some might say this wasn’t morning sickness, but the two tentatively agreed that the standout phenomenon felt like it.

And no food had yet left a memory as vivid as the spicy-sweet tteokbokki…

Perhaps because he was recalling old memories, Yeonseo had a strange dream.

‘…Where is this?’

A dream surrounded by a fragrant garden.

Having not dreamed for a while, the dream itself felt long overdue. But such a beautiful garden—Yeonseo relaxed quickly. The scenery filled with flowers and trees was delightful to behold.

‘Mr. Yeonseo?’

It’s him.

Tae Shinju appeared behind Yeonseo. Embracing him with the scent of flowers, he wore a gentle smile.

Flowers, trees, and Tae Shinju.

Yeonseo felt as happy as if he’d gained the world. Anyone checking his sleeping face would surely see him smiling.

‘When did you get here? I was waiting.’

‘Oh… sorry. Did you wait long?’

‘Every minute felt like ten hours.’

The man replied playfully, leading Yeonseo. Grinning mischievously, he guided him toward where he’d come from.

‘Get ready. There’s someone else waiting for you.’

‘What?’

Who’s waiting?

The first person that came to mind was “Hyung.” Having dreamed of both appearing together before, it was an educated guess.

The answer was soon revealed.

‘Huh?’

A lush forest, a giant tree cradle.

Passing through a garden blooming with vibrant flowers, they entered a grove of thick-trunked trees. Among them, a uniquely shaped tree caught his eye.

Not broken, but tilted as if long hair leaned to one side, it had formed a nest with lush leaves and branches.

Yeonseo approached, entranced. His feet moved on their own. Instinct whispered that something was there, that he had to see it…

‘Oh…’

My goodness.

Yeonseo covered his mouth upon seeing the nest’s contents.

‘What do you think?’

Tae Shinju pressed close to Yeonseo’s side. His warm skin felt the same even in a dream.

His trembling eyes turned to the man. Reaching out instinctively but fearing it might break, Yeonseo couldn’t dare touch the cradle.

Tae Shinju took his hand and guided it.

‘Touch them. They’re our children.’

Twins sleeping soundly.

Identical newborns curled up facing each other.

‘Ah, ah… how, how is this…’

No, they’ll break. Yeonseo whispered weakly, his expression pained.

‘They won’t break. Weren’t you curious? What they look like, whether they’re boys or girls.’

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t. At five months, he’d seen many ultrasounds, but their faces and genders were still unknown.

This must be just a dream’s imagination…

Clear cheeks, gently closed eyes, tiny bodies. Next to the towering Tae Shinju, the size difference was stark.

Exaggerating slightly, the babies were the size of Tae Shinju’s palm. Holding one with both hands, he could stably support it from head to body.

He handed one to Yeonseo.

‘Warm…’

Ngh… The baby stirred in its sleep. Yeonseo froze, unsure what to do, but his gaze remained fixed on the child.

‘Perfect timing. It’s feeding time.’

‘What, what?’

‘Shh… stay still. I’ll handle it, so don’t move.’

Tae Shinju embraced Yeonseo from behind. Holding his slender waist and rubbing both arms, he first eased his tension.

“Haa! Ngh…”

Yeonseo flinched, biting his lip. The hand sucking his ear and kneading his bare chest startled him momentarily.

The slightly swollen chest from pregnancy was noticeably fuller than when he was single. Whether due to pregnancy or the man’s relentless nipple play, the nipples stood out quickly.

“Hnn, ah, no, not in front of the kids… ngh!”

Sure enough, the man firmly pinched the already erect nipple and rubbed his heavy groin against him. The texture of the cock against his lower back was vivid.

“No? This is the meal.”

Thud.

“Hii!”

Before Tae Shinju finished speaking, their pants fell to the floor. Without a touch, their flesh was exposed. Yeonseo’s face flushed with renewed panic, now mixed with excitement.

“Ah!”

Rip, Tae Shinju tore the shirt open while kneading the breast. The buttons popped off helplessly, exposing his upper body.

‘Lean on me. More. More… that’s it.’

‘Hnn…’

No, this isn’t right.

But… it feels good.

‘Ahh!’

The intrusion was sudden. The cock pierced the pussy in one go, rubbing the delicate flesh. Meanwhile, he was engrossed in kneading the plump breast.

‘Ah, ah…!’

‘Hoo… baby’s mom, your pussy’s so delicious I can’t eat in peace.’

‘Haa!’

Thump, the cock thrust in, quickly knocking on the womb’s entrance. The soft inner walls mixed with the sound of pussy juices.

Even so, sex while holding the baby? Yeonseo only hoped the child wouldn’t remember this animalistic movement. He didn’t know how this related to mealtime, but the cock stirring his pussy was fiery and vibrant.

‘Hnn…’

When the man finally ejaculated after a long while.

‘It’s coming.’

Yeonseo stiffened again.

The plump nipple. Milky liquid began to bead there.

‘Wh-what, what’s this?’

‘I fed you below, so it comes out above.’

His voice, wrapped in the afterglow of ejaculation, was languid. Despite the answer, Yeonseo’s eyes wouldn’t calm. They shook fiercely, then surrendered to the relentless thrusting that seemed to burst his hips, grabbing the cradle with one hand.

‘Haa! Ah! Ngh, hah!’

‘Let’s lower your hips a bit…’

With one arm holding the baby, Yeonseo realized the dripping milk wasn’t reaching the child’s mouth but wetting its face.

Oh, I need to feed the baby.

Trying to nurse the baby was instinctive. As he brought the small lips to his chest, the grip on his breast turned fierce.

‘Where.’

‘Ah! It hurts…!’

‘What are you trying to put where?’

The baby’s mouth to the breast…

Was that wrong? Before Yeonseo could calmly assess, a strong hand snatched the baby, tossing it into the cradle and flipping Yeonseo onto it.

‘Hnn! Ngh, ah! Haa, aaah!’

‘If the milk’s on it, that’s enough. Who said to nurse the kids directly?’