Chapter 194
Chapter 194
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 194
Chapter Title: Living Together (4)
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1 AM.
"Haah... Heuk, kkeuk. Euung, eut."
The sound of heavy breathing filled the air.
The room was dark. No need to see each other's faces.
They simply held each other tight, sloshing their fluids together inside.
Azalea felt the massive shaft stirring deep within her slick petals.
"...Kkeuhuhu-eut."
The heat between man and woman reached its peak.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ 2 AM.
"Haaang!"
It felt so good.
"...Kyaaak, ahak."
"Darling, just... take a break..."
Late to grab Si-heon's arm, Azalea winced as her ragged breaths turned painful.
"...We'll keep... going. Kkeuhuaaak. Ang! Again, again... agaaain...!"
The sensation of it forcing her cleft wider and plunging deeper.
She wanted to keep him inside forever, but when he pulled out, his cock would churn her depths.
Once her pussy returned to normal, his shaft would wedge back into the crevice.
It was becoming a habit.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ 3 AM.
"Haak... Haahuk, hak. Haak."
No words anymore.
Only the crossing sensations of their breaths.
They rubbed their groins fervently, thrusting as they stared into each other's hazy eyes.
"Hak, keup, heuk, keut."
Unidentifiable moans or pained sighs leaked from her lips.
Yet... it felt good.
Her whole body burned hot, every spot his hands touched hypersensitive.
In this moment, just looking at him set her aflame.
More. More. More. Again.
-Byururut!
The sensation of the swollen condom filling her up.
Without a word, eyes locked on each other's faces, she groped beside the pillow for a condom.
"...Haa, heuk. Eum."
She bit the tip of the condom.
-Jijik.
Tore the wrapper and gently rolled it over his honey-coated cock.
Lee Si-heon kept staring intently at Azalea.
It wasn't embarrassing anymore.
Good.
Slowly, the lewd crevice stretched wide again.
She imprinted its owner deep inside.
A satisfying seal.
"Heuk, eum..., heuung.... Eut."
Her flushed thighs began rocking up and down once more.
"Heuk, hii-eut. Keup."
A smile spread across Azalea's lips.
"...♡"
Her slender arms wrapped around Lee Si-heon's neck.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "It's 4 AM. You sure we should be doing this?"
"...What's the problem? *Cough*."
Lee Si-heon and Azalea sat at the table in the kitchen, wearing only their damp outer clothes.
A portable gas burner sat on the table.
A pan rested on it... sizzling something like pancakes.
"No, but seriously. You really gonna make them after saying that?"
"What choice do I have... we've made so many. *Cough*."
Screaming all night—how could her throat not be hoarse?
Azalea flipped the pancakes deftly with frying chopsticks.
"*Cough*... Good thing we had sugar at home."
"...What do you usually put inside?"
"Chestnuts or something. Red beans are good too. Oh. Your voice sounds raspy too. Hehe. *Cough*."
"Stop coughing and drink some water."
"Yesss."
She mixed glutinous rice flour with saltwater into a dough, shaped it lightly into chrysanthemum forms without letting it crumble.
Flattened it onto the pan like a flower, and the pancake was done.
Azalea chattered on knowledgeably about cooking.
"...Chrysanthemums are bitter if you use too many. But with azaleas, more is better."
"More?"
"Yeah, more."
Lee Si-heon eyed the basket nearby.
The basket of "fruits" from their sex, gathered one by one.
Azalea plucked a flower from it and placed it prettily on the pancake.
Watching the pancakes sizzle in the quiet night created a soft, mellow atmosphere.
Tiredness brought a languid haze.
Like coming out of a bathhouse.
Both felt it.
So boring, yet happy.
The kind of boredom from childhood memories—when there was truly nothing to do, lying on the mat passing time.
Emotions only two people together could share.
Azalea smiled happily without realizing it.
"We're... dating, right?"
"Why ask?"
"No reason. Just happy."
Someone who kept talking to her steadily, shared drinks in tough times.
Living together now.
Today, emotions welled up for some reason.
With him... maybe she wouldn't need her meds.
Not an illusion—she truly valued this time.
"Darling."
"Yeah?"
Just thank you.
She almost said it, then shut her mouth—too much.
-Pop.
An azalea bloomed instantly.
"Hey."
"......"
Azalea's cheeks flushed.
"What if more come... when do we eat them?"
Too precious to discard.
Azalea puffed her cheeks at his following words.
"...These are super rare to eat."
Worried it might burden him, yet it looked too easy—she whined playfully.
Lee Si-heon chuckled and nodded.
"Yeah... hard to bloom even once in a lifetime, eating them nonstop is tough."
A flower bloomed from one woman's happiness.
Said to bloom at love's peak. Couples who eat it even once live happily forever.
Not just Korea—legends exist everywhere.
People are people.
Flowers for love. Fruits for pleasure.
In Wood Person society, flowers from one's body were treasured.
"If a marriage has fruits... every day joyful. If flowers... every day happy."
"What's that?"
"A proverb. From a famous celeb... But Wood Persons sometimes can't bear fruit due to constitution, so exceptions exist."
Lee Si-heon gazed at her hair while listening.
"Don't you have fruits too, Azalea?"
"...For now."
"Then why none?"
"Varies by body."
Even true bliss might not trigger if the body doesn't respond.
Surprisingly common.
"I see."
Honestly, those who can't bloom flowers seemed pitiful.
Azalea sipped lukewarm water, recalling the sensation of blooming.
Pop—from her head, happiness flooding her body.
Indescribable.
'Fruits... similar, maybe.'
Late bloomers exist too.
Worth hoping.
-Sizzle.
Perfectly cooked azalea pancakes went onto a small plate, offered to him.
Lee Si-heon dipped in sugar and popped one in.
Clean sweetness with azalea scent.
Pausing to inhale, her aroma filled his nose—only felt pressed against her.
Azalea watched him eat her flower, feeling ticklish inside.
Heart pounding.
Painfully fast. Strongly.
She didn't hate it. Faster made her realize how much she loved him.
-Drop.
That moment.
A long-ago scene flashed in Azalea's mind.
From childhood innocence.
What young Azalea witnessed in her mother's bedroom.
-...Don't. Please. Ang. Ang.
Her now-deceased stepfather and mother, lost in sex.
A filthy affair scene.
Yet fruits dropping from mother's head despite her protests.
Azalea gripped her chopsticks tight.
'...Different.'
She repeated to herself.
Nothing like that dirty bond—this was pure, precious.
Yet she compared, mixing with trauma.
"What's wrong suddenly?"
Lee Si-heon's voice jolted her shoulders.
"Ah... Huh? Mom, look at my mind... Good thing it didn't burn."
Si-heon narrowed his eyes slightly, reached out to caress her cheek.
"Still?"
"...A bit. No, much better."
"You've been through a lot."
Casual words, yet so warm.
"Tell me when you go to the hospital. I'll take you—faster."
"That requires memorizing coordinates... Plane's quick."
"Speed difference that big?"
Careless yet sharp-eyed.
She knew.
Lee Si-heon studied her face, then said casually.
"No big issues with you?"
"Tons."
"What."
"Super happy right now. This much."
She spread her arms wide, then ate a pancake—bittersweet sweetness spread.
Honey-sweet.
Still 4 AM.
Feels like only 30 minutes passed, yet already 4.
Morning still far.
They devoured the food, sating sex-induced hunger. Azalea seized Lee Si-heon's hand again.
"...Sun's not up yet."
Plants photosynthesize in sunlight.
Respire at night.
......Not done respiring yet.
Needed harsher breaths.
Sucking water up from the roots.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ 8 AM.
"Wow."
Ruined.
What a way to start cohabitation day one.
I gazed at Azalea sprawled face-down on the bed in the neatly tidied room.
Healed all her scars for now. Fixed the honey-soaked bed with magic somehow.
'Gotta make a honey jar later, not just flower basket.'
Tasted insanely sweet and delicious.
Mix with warm water or milk—good for fatigue recovery.
Fruits, flowers, honey from women never get old.
Usually, half-eaten fruit gets tossed.
"Azalea."
"......Yesss."
Calling the prone Azalea, she replied a beat late.
Her cracked voice sounded cute.
"Can you move?"
"...Nope."
Healed only scars, left the rest.
She seemed to oddly enjoy the fatigue.
"Waist... hips, thighs hurt."
"Yeah.... Throat okay?"
"Throat hurts too."
No wonder after screaming like that.
The world-shaking screams of pleasure from Azalea.
Face buried in the pillow, cheeks flushed, she glared slyly with her right eye.
"......You beast."
"You asked for it."
"Who said no."
Whining about sore thighs still.
Not really hating it—just teasing.
Proof of how much sex we'd had. Emphasizing that.
"Want porridge?"
Throat sore—not good for other food.
Plus, no sleep last night—she looked wrecked.
Week of moving prep, academy studies, company work... sleeping all day normal.
"You're making it?"
"Yeah."
"Yes. Yes. I'll eat."
"Wait a sec."
Porridge's easy.
Into the kitchen, whipped it up quick, entered Shiba's room—Shiba hugging Sba, snoring.
Our daughter respecting our lover's time...
Approached to pet her head—eyes snapped open.
"Ppi!"
Before my hand touched, sensing presence.
Dad detector on her head?
Shiba tossed Sba, arms wide for hug.
"Sleep well?"
"Slept gooood! Daddy?"
"Yeah, Daddy too.... Slept well."
Mix in tuna for Shiba-friendly.
With tuna veggie porridge, fridge honey mixed with milk in three cups on table.
As porridge finished, Azalea shuffled to kitchen, sat.
-Nyam nyam.
Shiba devouring porridge deliciously.
Told her no kindergarten last time—jumped for joy.
-Gulp.
Azalea downed honey milk first, peeked at me hugging Shiba, grinned.
"A lot yesterday, huh?"
Honey....
Yeah, tons.
I cleared my throat, hugged Shiba closer.
"Ahem, Shiba's here."
"Ppi?"
"Hehe, sorry."
Azalea giggled at my touchy words.
Watching porridge, spoon in mouth after a bite, beaming.