Chapter 144
Chapter 144
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 144
Chapter Title: Yoon Chaewon's Daily Life
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5:00 a.m. sharp.
The quiet dawn air of Paju seeped through the thin curtains.
Yoon Chaewon opened her eyes right on time, as if it were a long-ingrained habit.
Her lustrous blonde hair lay tousled across the pillow from the night, and delicate irezumi tattoos adorned her voluptuous figure, shimmering faintly blue in the dim morning light.
Early pregnancy.
Her belly hadn't started to show yet, but every one of her movements was cautious.
She had fallen asleep beside Kim Cheolsu without a single thread of clothing on all night, but that was just their everyday routine.
Falling asleep wrapped in each other's body heat was the most comforting rest for her.
Mindful of Kim Cheolsu, who reacted sensitively to the slightest sound, Yoon Chaewon rose very slowly.
Every motion she made was infused with delicacy.
A few strands of scattered blonde hair tickled her rounded shoulder.
She lightly brushed them aside, tucking them behind her ear.
On the bedside table sat the thick novel she had been reading.
From outside the window came the faint chirping of small birds heralding the dawn.
The air in the room was cool and dry, but the faint warmth from the two of them having spent the night together lingered.
Yoon Chaewon carefully pulled back the covers.
The intricate tattoos of dragons and koi on her pale skin stood out even more sharply in the morning light.
She stepped down from the bed, her feet touching the cold floor.
Her dainty toes sensed the texture of the floor with exquisite sensitivity.
She tiptoed over to the wardrobe.
Even opening the drawer, she did so very slowly to avoid any noise.
Inside were neatly folded cotton undergarments in a comfortable, everyday style—quite different from Han Yura's.
She selected one and slipped it on.
Her movements were slow and careful, as if even the whisper of fabric against her skin needed to be silenced.
Finally, she draped a soft robe over herself.
She left the bedroom without a sound, holding even her breath to avoid waking the sleeping Kim Cheolsu.
His steady breathing echoed softly in the quiet room.
Before closing the door, Yoon Chaewon paused to gaze at his peacefully sleeping face on the bed.
Another day dawning by his side had begun.
The spacious kitchen on the first floor was still shrouded in darkness, feeling chilly.
She familiarly opened the fridge door.
The fridge light illuminated her blonde hair and the tattoos on her body.
Her hands moved busily.
A handful of deep green kale. A few florets of firm broccoli. And a dirt-scented beet.
To that, a piece of chicken breast with a faint fishy smell and three slippery boiled egg whites.
Finally, a clove of black garlic, said to boost vitality.
She silently dumped all the ingredients into the low-noise blender.
As she pressed the button, the blender hummed lowly and began to whirl.
The sharp blades mercilessly tore and pulverized everything.
Green and white, red and black all mixed together.
They soon lost their shapes, merging into a single mass.
In the end, it turned into a hideous sludge the color of muddy swamp water that no living creature would want to drink.
Yoon Chaewon poured the bizarre liquid into a large glass.
Her face showed no expression whatsoever.
This was her husband's breakfast, her vital mission to keep his body in peak condition.
Chaewon's work wasn't done even after whipping up the grotesque health juice.
She opened the medicine drawer and pulled out a vacuum-sealed packet of herbal tonic.
She glanced at the microwave in the corner of the kitchen.
But she didn't use it.
She had once read somewhere that microwaves destroyed the good components in herbs with their electromagnetic waves.
She didn't know if there was any scientific basis.
But she refused to allow even the slightest risk of anything harmful entering his body.
She poured water into a pot and set it on the stove.
As the water began to boil, she placed a shallow ceramic bowl inside it.
Then she tore open the herbal packet and poured the thick black liquid entirely into the bowl.
She took her time, gently warming the tonic.
Warm steam rose, filling the kitchen with a bitter herbal scent.
All this devotion was directed at one person alone.
And also toward the other life nestled in her womb.
Once the tonic was properly warmed, she carefully transferred it to another bowl.
The glass of horrific green juice and the bowl of warm herbal tonic.
She placed both on a tray side by side.
Now it was time to wake her husband.
Carrying the tray, Yoon Chaewon quietly reentered the room where Kim Cheolsu slept.
She gazed silently at his form, still deep in slumber.
She set the tray down soundlessly on the bedside table.
Then she gracefully climbed onto the bed and settled beside him.
As she leaned down, her lustrous blonde hair cascaded, softly brushing against her sleeping husband's lower body.
She gently took his soft cock into her mouth.
Slurp... smack... chu...
Her tongue began to move.
In that moment, the faintest crease formed between her brows.
She could faintly taste another woman on her husband's cock.
Han Yura.
Her name flashed through her mind, a sharp stab of jealousy piercing her heart.
But it was only for a moment.
Yoon Chaewon skillfully pushed the feeling aside.
And refocused on her role as the wife waking her husband.
Her tongue moved even more tenderly and devotedly.
This was the life she had chosen.
The pleasurable 'morning fellatio' continued.
Jealousy was nothing compared to what she would gain in the future.
She swirled her tongue around the glans.
Licked broadly up the shaft and pursed her lips to apply soft pressure.
Under her devoted caresses, her husband's limp cock swelled and hardened bit by bit.
Soon, as if to prove its firmness, a gentle hand stroked her hair.
Only then did Chaewon release the cock from her lips and lift her head.
A single strand of black pubic hair clung to her plump lips.
She indifferently plucked it away and asked sweetly,
"...Want to cum?"
"Mm..."
Kim Cheolsu pondered for a moment, then sat up against the headboard instead of answering.
He reached for the glass on the bedside table.
Seeing this, Yoon Chaewon lowered her head again and took his cock back into her mouth.
This time, it wasn't just to wake him.
While he swallowed these horrific concoctions, it was to drown the pain in pleasure—and make him cum.
Her blonde hair began to bob rapidly.
In time with her motions, Kim Cheolsu grimaced horribly as he poured the vile green juice and bitter tonic down his throat one after another.
Heaven below, hell above—a bizarre morning unfolding simultaneously.
Her morning duties ended as she swallowed her husband's semen down her throat.
Kim Cheolsu, with a satisfied expression, stroked her head once more before rising from the bed.
Yoon Chaewon stood by the window, gazing silently at her husband's back as he headed out jogging with Han Yura.
Unconsciously, she gently caressed her slightly swelling lower belly.
That man's child.
The sole heir to this household.
That was her greatest weapon—and her very reason for being.
In the garden outside the window, the female bodyguards were already at their posts in the early dawn.
They were as silent as shadows, yet their presence was unmistakable.
Then, a small sound came from behind her.
It was the bodyguard assigned to her.
As always, she was guarding Yoon Chaewon's back.
Chaewon turned and asked her kindly,
"Have you eaten, unnie?"
"Not yet, ma'am."
The bodyguard replied with her usual deference.
"I told you to speak comfortably."
"I couldn't."
A firm refusal.
Yoon Chaewon smiled faintly and didn't press further.
She was the lady of this house, and the bodyguard never forgot that for a moment.
Just a year and a half ago, the single mom who lay beneath older men for a mere 300,000 won was gone.
Now, mother to two children and wife to one man.
Gazing at this version of herself she never even dreamed of, Yoon Chaewon traced a gentle smile and quietly headed to the kitchen.
What would be good for her husband's post-jog hunger?
Kimchi stew.
Or braised short ribs?
As she recalled Cheolsu's favorite dishes, Chaewon's thoughts drifted far back to the past.
Before they moved into this house.
Back in the single-room shack in Siheung with no air conditioning.
The day she first earned ten million won.
Han Yura, Kim Cheolsu, and herself.
The three of them ordered a whole chicken from the neighborhood joint and drank cheap soju.
An old fan spewed hot air, but no one complained of the heat.
They just looked at each other's faces and laughed.
A tiny spark of hope discovered for the first time amid the hopeless nightmare where tomorrow was invisible.
The soju from that day was the sweetest drink of her life.
That night, drunk Kim Cheolsu mumbled in a slurred voice,
Han Yura was already asleep beside him, so only Chaewon heard.
[Parents? Fuck if I know, can't even remember their faces... All I remember is... the smell of doenjang jjigae? That's it, really.]
That day, she glimpsed the deepest, most vulnerable part of the man Kim Cheolsu for the first time.
Her husband's soul food.
And from then on, it became the dish she prepared endlessly to seduce him.
While Han Yura vied to be his partner with sharp intellect and business acumen, Chaewon penetrated his empty stomach and heart.
With the scent of home-cooked meals, with his faint longing for his mother's doenjang jjigae.
Thus, she became not just his 'woman,' but his 'wife.'
Chaewon snapped out of the wistful memory.
Today's breakfast menu was decided.
She opened the fridge and began pulling out ingredients for doenjang jjigae.