Chapter 102
Chapter 102
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: As the Mood Strikes
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6 a.m.
The fragments of countless thoughts that had swirled through my mind all night had finally settled like debris in the deep sea, leaving my spirit astonishingly calm.
Were last night's worries paradoxically what brought this peace to my heart?
As I slowly opened my eyes in the familiar warmth of the bed, Chaewon's sleeping form came into view beside me.
She slept on blissfully, oblivious to my tossing and turning throughout the night.
Her steady, soft breathing added a gentle rhythm to the silence of the room.
The thin blanket had slipped slightly off her shoulder, and faint morning light filtering through the curtains cast a shadow like cherry blossom branches resting on her skin.
Was it a desire to confirm this tranquility wasn't a dream?
Or perhaps a mischievous thank-you for the warmth that had comforted last night's me?
I reached out without thinking.
A soft brown freckle at the end of her pale, delicate shoulder line.
I pinched the little bump gently between my index finger and thumb.
In that instant, Chaewon's relaxed, blissful face crumpled up.
Her brows furrowed like a child disturbed from a sweet dream, her closed lashes trembling faintly.
It was a small ripple I'd sent across her peaceful sleep.
"Mm... don't... sleepy..."
Even her drowsy mumble, slurred with sleep, didn't stop my playfulness.
"Hey, Chaewon."
"...What?"
"Before the kid wakes up, wanna do a quickie?"
She cracked her eyes open at my casual suggestion and shot me a brief glare.
That look mixed resignation—like 'can't believe you start this in the morning'—with a familiar 'what can I do?'
"...Go easy."
Her eventual permission. I grinned at Chaewon, who never refused sex.
Pulling back the blanket revealed her landscape—so familiar it put my mind at ease.
The ornate tattoo on her inner thigh, that intimate softness known only to me—a part of Chaewon all mine.
She naturally spread her legs, revealing neatly groomed traces.
"Tch, hey Chaewon. Ever thought about waxing?"
"...Didn't you say before you liked how it felt different from Yura's?"
Her lazy retort left me momentarily speechless.
Yeah, I'd definitely said I loved the natural texture of Chaewon, different from Yura's smoothness.
"Lately, though... I kinda crave that bald look."
As I fumbled for an excuse, she hit me with a piercing question.
"You're not gonna tell Choi Yang to wax too, are you?"
'Tch...'
It struck right at the core. Yura, Chaewon, and now Choi Yang.
Imagining all my women uniform in their bald mounds sparked a childish yet intense possessiveness in my head.
It was the immature show-off desire of 23-year-old Kim Cheolsu, craving my world perfectly ordered to my specs.
That thrilling fantasy alone heated me up, and I pressed my throbbing part against her softest spot, rubbing slowly.
The silky skin that initially resisted soon relaxed on its own, preparing to welcome me—it transmitted straight through.
It was an irresistible morning invitation.
Squish...
Joining while not fully wet brought a pleasurable resistance.
Not sliding smoothly, but advancing with honest friction between our flesh—a slight tightness.
That raw friction felt like proof she was entirely mine right now, adding a strange thrill.
"Ngh... you... get bigger... every time... with this thing."
Chaewon panted in broken breaths.
I whispered mockingly in her ear.
"Yeah? It's not like you've turned into cock chow 'cause I ain't sharing with other dudes."
"Even your words... gotta be... like that..."
Even her grumbling was an aphrodisiac in this moment.
"Quit whining... pussy blowjob. Try that."
She didn't argue at my command.
Among the three, she was the best at this technique.
Beyond just clenching and releasing, her unique moves mimicked another kind of pleasure.
Languid yet skilled stimulation inside melted all stray thoughts from my mind, drawing out lazy breaths.
"Hoo... fuck... hey, Chaewon..."
"What... now?"
As my mind hazed over, a sudden rational question pulled me back.
"You still on birth control pills these days?"
"Yeah, of course..."
"Stop taking them."
"...Huh?"
In an instant, her artistic swirling inside halted like a lie.
"No more birth control."
"............."
Silence flowed.
Chaewon's pleasure-glazed eyes deepened, swallowing all light in a moment.
Countless questions swirled there, but she didn't voice them.
Instead of words, I drove my intent home with my hips.
She bit her lip hard to swallow the moan threatening to escape.
Our act was no longer mere pleasure—it had become a silent ritual etching a new promise.
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After dumping a thick 'impregnation creampie' deep inside Chaewon and showering with hot water, I felt like I owned the world.
Now, my seed would grow in there.
The satisfying thought made my dick feel heavy again.
Stepping into the living room, that satisfaction instantly morphed into another kind of arousal.
Han Yura.
This tough bitch was flaunting her body in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows right at dawn.
Her leggings clung like she'd oiled up, blatantly showing how her glutes split and flexed on the verge of bursting.
Every leg split and hip twist highlighted her narrow waist contrasting her provocative hips, tempting me outright.
A world apart from the warm, soft Chaewon who'd just milked my cum in my arms.
If Chaewon's pussy was a soothing hot spring enveloping everything,
Yura's was a prized gem squeezing with firm muscle.
Thinking how that meticulously maintained body would buck wildly in bed made blood rush below automatically.
Then, sensing my gaze, Yura whipped her head around.
As expected, no morning greeting.
That cold expression.
Han Yura's face—unchanged from our first meeting to now.
Honestly, I loved it.
The thrill of shattering that icy facade until she cried for my cock.
The opposite of the comfort from Chaewon giving everything—the conquest lust it stirred.
Finally, holding a high-difficulty pose with one leg lifted overhead, she spoke.
"What're you staring at?"
Her icy voice flew like it would freeze the morning sun.
Leaning against the living room pillar, I grinned back.
"What's with the morning bullshit? Practicing pussy clenches? Kegels or whatever?"
"What the fuck, you moron. Don't know Pilates?"
Her brows twitched at my crude jab, but her pose didn't waver.
"Pilates? Where's there fat to lose on you?"
I pushed further, poking her sorest spot.
"Scared I'll get bored of your pussy?"
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In that moment, all noise in the living room stopped.
Yura's fluid movements froze solid.
She slowly, very slowly lowered her leg, turned to face me directly.
Sweat-damp hair stuck to her cheeks; fury blazed in her eyes, glaring through me.
Fuck, that glare...
Definitely mid-'pussy clench' training.
My last line was the knockout blow.
Her blazing eyes cooled to frost.
She scoffed 'tch' and dismissed me like I wasn't worth her time.
Her steps to the entryway brimmed with anger but were disciplined, not sloppy.
She snatched earbuds and phone from the table, shoved on her shoes, opened the door.
Just before it closed, without turning, she snapped.
"Going jogging."
It shut with a quiet thud.
I shrugged at her retreating back.
What a moron bitch.
Still doesn't get me?
That I'm a pushover by nature—once something's in my grasp, I never let go?
Chaewon's warm, soft body and that bitch's cold, feisty one—both mine.
Ditching one for the other? Never in my dictionary.
She's the moron for not knowing that.
After Yura stormed out fuming to 'hone her pussy clench,' peace returned home.
From the kitchen wafted the rich smell of doenjang jjigae boiling—Chaewon deep in her 'virtuous wife' cosplay.
She even hummed happily; guess morning sex agreed with her.
Into that peace slipped Choi Yang quietly.
Neat office attire, tablet PC in hand.
The machine-like woman, clocking in five minutes before 9 a.m.
Before me sprawled on the sofa, she flawlessly recited the day's schedule and assets.
"10 a.m., video conference on Shilla Biotec shareholders' meeting... 2 p.m., final review of Bluesky Games publishing contract..."
Watching her blankly, a thought struck.
Isn't she cut out for secretary work, not idol?
More useful—and honestly sexier—reporting my assets and schedule than awkwardly smiling and dancing on stage.
Suddenly, inexplicable confidence surged through me.
Yeah, this is it. Fucking successful guy, Kim Cheolsu. Felt like meta again.
I cut her report short.
"Yeah, cancel all schedules."
"...Pardon?"
Her scrolling finger froze mid-air on the tablet.
Her flustered face made me feel even better.
"Nah, thought about it yesterday—I'm the one investing... gotta go to them? I'm the boss here. If they want my money, prep proper docs and PPT and come to our office. Okay?"
"S-suddenly? But the appointments are all..."
"Yeah, fighting. You got this, Secretary Choi?"
I flashed a sweet smile and stood.
Circling behind her, I gave her plump ass a crisp 'smack!'
Casual workplace harassment, no hesitation.
Ignoring her stiffening shoulders, I turned—to see Haneul rubbing her eyes, emerging from her room.
My earlier arrogance vanished like a lie; I plastered on a gentle smile and scooped Haneul up.
"Morning, princess."
Approaching the table with its picture-perfect breakfast spread, I pecked Chaewon's cheek—now done prepping.
Haneul, in my arms, stared wide-eyed.
"Uncle, why kiss Mommy...?"
"Uh... well... Mommy's gonna give you a sibling. So?"
Haneul tilted her head at my lame answer, then dropped the bombshell.
"...So Uncle becomes our daddy?"
"Mm, not right now... maybe later?"
I dodged with an awkward smile.
The 'successful overlord' from moments ago? Gone.
My lame "later?" to Haneul's question turned the table air awkward.
Chaewon forced a smile, serving Haneul egg rolls—but I caught her slightly rigid hand.
I'd been the world-conquering 'success man' moments ago,
The ass-groping 'harasser,'
And now, fumbling 'dad-to-be' as an 'immature guy.'
All in ten minutes.
It was so absurd I let out a hollow laugh.
Yeah, this is me.
'Idiot Kim Cheolsu'