2-Week Vacation (Part 2)
Jua noona spent a good while talking about how envious she was, then ended up devouring me completely. Despite claiming her sex drive was dead, she performed like a champ.
"Snooore... snooore..."
Listening to noona's soft, raspy sleeping breaths, I pulled the warm blanket over her. It was getting warmer these days, but the breeze was still chilly enough that she needed protection. Her condition looked way better than I'd worried—worth every coin I'd spent.
They say pregnant women can get depressed if they feel neglected, so you have to be careful. But my noona's handling it like a breeze. Is that thanks to the item too?
With performance like this, those pricey coins didn't feel wasteful at all. I lay down beside the bed where I'd tucked Jua noona in. The sheets were nice and fluffy after I'd diligently cleaned up the mess—I've totally mastered bed-making now.
It was wild to think about. Ordinary me, living this absurd daily life without a care. Back on Earth, I couldn't even have made eye contact with a beauty like Jua noona, let alone chat with her. My current situation still felt unreal.
If I told my buddies back home, they'd laugh their asses off.
But I was adapting better than expected. Proof? A gorgeous woman snoring peacefully right beside me. Phone calls and texts hadn't eased my worries, but seeing her face-to-face melted them away. With that weight off my chest, sleep came crashing in. I let go and drifted off.
Clink-clink...
How deep had I slept? My foggy mind sharpened. All the built-up fatigue was gone—my body felt light as air. And that mouthwatering food aroma tickling my nose had my stomach growling.
Grrrrowl...
Starving.
Noona's spot next to me was empty. Sounds from the kitchen meant she was probably there, so I stumbled out of bed, eyes barely open.
Chop-chop-chop-chop!
Jua noona can cook too?
Sniff-sniff... Sweet and savory bulgogi scent. Playful mood surging, I snuck up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
"Eek!"
"When'd you get up? Cooking too—you're amazing, noona."
"J-Jua's in the bathroom..."
Huh? My hands naturally slid to her belly from the hug, but it was slim. I nearly yelled about where our blessing had gone. Blinking fully awake, I realized this wasn't Jua noona.
"Ah~ Mother-in-law? When did you get here?"
"Mm, just now. Figured you'd be hungry, so I started cooking."
"Smells incredible. I love bulgogi—especially yours."
"Yeah, you scarfed it down last time, so I made more. Was gonna do japchae too, but you woke up quicker than I thought."
"Japchae's fine whenever. Heard it's a pain to make. This spread's already a feast."
"Th-that's true... but, uh, when are you letting go of my waist? Jua's coming back soon..."
Mwah!
Mother-in-law's body stiffened in tension. But I planted a deliberate kiss on her neck before stepping back.
"Can't just sit by while you're working hard. What can I do? Just tell me."
"...Sit down."
"Got it."
The table was already groaning under a mountain of dishes—enough to buckle legs. I sheepishly pulled out a chair and sat.
"Honey, you're up? Was about to wake you."
Her damp hair meant she'd showered. Fragrant shampoo wafted from noona.
"Hungry? Come sit."
"Yess~"
Noona plopped into a chair at mother-in-law's words.
"What's all this? Haesol's spoiling me."
"N-not for Haesol—bought it to feed you well."
"Liar. Your voice changed the second you knew I was home. 'Oh dear, should've said sooner—gotta fatten you up!' Right?"
Mother-in-law's face flushed crimson. Dodging, she piled bulgogi onto a plate with a clatter.
"Anyway, bulgogi's done. Everyone hungry?"
"Looks delicious. Thanks for the meal!!"
I didn't refuse mother-in-law's heaping rice bowl. If it packed on pounds, coins could fix it. Chomp-chomp... Sweeter than honey, I savored the bulgogi and sides, thumbs up to her skills.
"How'd it go out there? Talk things over with that woman?"
That woman?
"Didn't love it, but worth meeting."
"She wasn't rude to you? Sounded like a total bitch on the phone. Fox type. No idea what your dad sees in her. Guy's got zero taste in women. Tsk tsk."
From their chat, my outing tied into something serious. 'Dad' meant mother-in-law's husband; 'that woman' the one who'd borne him a son and claimed him. It piqued my interest, so I looked up—meeting mother-in-law's gaze.
"Anyway, thanks to her, I can cut things clean with your dad."
"Do you really need to split from Dad? You've held that position so long. Okay handing it to some young thing?"
"You against Mother-in-law divorcing?"
"Not against or for. It's whatever Mom wants."
Which meant pro-divorce, basically.
"No lingering feelings for your dad. So ditch yours too, Jua. That kid's got skills—post-divorce, no calls from her. She cleared out all his flings. I slacked off lately, so she ran wild like it was her world."
"Hmph, big deal having a boy."
"Heh! Exactly. Our girl nailed a boy on the first shot. Did what Mom couldn't. Proud of you."
Jua noona's nose lifted high, then she sighed, shoulders slumping.
"What's the point? Boy makes it messier now. Sorry I can't just celebrate our blessing."
"Told you I'd handle it—don't worry! Thought you were fine, but you've been suffering alone?"
"Divorce stressing you out, and I pile on. Sorry. There must be a reason you suddenly decided to split. Must've been tough deciding. But you never showed it to me."
"......"
"......"
Our eyes met again. Mother-in-law's divorce decision was surely me. She shouldn't be getting apologies from Jua noona—she owed her if anything. As the sinner who'd unleashed desire on her voluptuous body, I couldn't meet her gaze. But as the elder, mother-in-law composed herself and soothed Jua noona.
"Once affection died, I wiped your dad from my heart. No suffering. Lived with that jerk long enough—sick of it. I hesitated for you. Zero point one percent other regrets."
"That woman killed your feelings?"
"Clinging to your dad after was laziness—too much hassle to find another. 'First wife' title worked elsewhere. But seeing him with her and the boy? Affection snapped. Holding a gone heart's just ugly."
"You two weren't close?"
"Just acted for you. Haven't slept with him in years. Even stripped bare begging, he won't rise. That's husband behavior? To him, I stopped being a woman ages ago."
She explained to Jua noona: they were just long-time comrades now, not lovers. I listened quietly but couldn't fathom Jua noona's dad.
Her naked body doesn't get him hard? Is he even a man??
Zero point zero one percent believable to me.
"No more divorce headaches, okay? She'll prep it all. Why stress? From now on, just your stuff."
Touched, Jua noona burst into tears.
"Sob! Waaah!"
"Noona?"
Panicking at her flood of tears, mother-in-law stopped my flailing.
"Don't worry. Pregnancy hormones. Emotions flip hourly. Can't stop it—just let her cry it out."
"Still, gotta comfort her."
"Waaah, no. It'll stop soon. Ignore."
"As a vet, fussing bugs them more. Act normal."
In short: freeze, don't meddle. I followed her wise advice. But seeing noona cry soured my appetite.
Even with item protecting her health, it's this bad? Without... nightmare.
Then the absurd happened. Noona blew her nose, tears stopped, and she dove back in, starving.
"...Better?"
"Yeah. Sudden wave. Meaningless."
"All pregnancies do that. Yours is lucky—just hunger. Yours wrecked me weeks—no food. Cleared the house, still queasy from smells. Nearly hospitalized from stress."
"Nausea sucks too. Bottomless pit. Skip a bite, starving, heartburn."
"Held back to avoid stressing you, but you stewed inside. Ask anything—I'll spill."
"Mm... Thanks, Mom."
Their bond warmed my heart. Both tied deeply to me. Ahyun and Boksun no longer fought but weren't close. They faked it for me—I saw through. Jua noona and mother-in-law? Genuine warmth, instant smile.
Big issue: telling Jua noona about me and mother-in-law. But won't be Ahyun-Boksun deathmatch.
If the time came... Untried threesome possible!!
"Divorce wraps in a month min. Then register under my household easy."
"Hard putting on Jua noona's?"
"No job. Unemployed household? Government pokes—environment, assets?"
"Yours too?"
"They'd send congrats cash."
"Post-divorce?"
"Assets, raised a kid."
So Jua noona's impossible.
"Switch to mine later?"
"Marriage? Obviously revert."
"......"
Her vague marriage target nagged oddly. Anyway, glad her divorce sailed smooth.
She's really mine now.
Tail toy in my cart for her? Soon useful.