Of course you'll sleep with me tonight, right...?
After meticulously washing Yoo Seol-ah clean, I scooped her up in a princess carry—since she could walk on her own now—and gently set her down on the bed.
"...Ugh..."
But the moment she left my arms, she burrowed into the covers, wrapping herself up tight and pouting at me with pursed lips.
Had I gone too hard? Though she sure seemed to love every second of it.
We just stared at each other in silence for a bit until Yoo Seol-ah suddenly let out a startled yelp.
"Eek... what the heck."
She flung back the blanket and started inspecting the bed. The spot where she'd been sitting must've felt cold—obviously. Her pleasure had been so intense earlier that after multiple orgasms in a row, I could literally feel her squirting from our joined bodies.
She probably had no idea, lost in the haze as she was.
She swiped a finger through the wet spot on the sheets, then flushed beet red and cast a spell.
"---------!"
...Instant super-speed laundry, huh. I have no clue how a washing machine actually works, but the cluster of spells she was using had to be pretty similar.
In about thirty seconds, the sheets were back to fluffy and warm, good as new.
"Feeling better now?"
"...Yeah, thanks to someone wearing me out like that... I'm finally coming around a bit."
"...But did you have to clean it that thoroughly?"
"O-of course I did!..."
I wasn't sure if it was the succubus thing or her unique mana, but all of Yoo Seol-ah's fluids just smelled amazing. Telling her that would probably earn me a scolding about when I'd sniffed her, so I kept it to myself.
It was like that old joke about "holy water"—that level of good.
She pulled the blanket around herself again, this time rummaging for something else. A moment later, she picked up the electric massager from the foot of the bed, hesitated, then shot me a glare.
"...You seriously have a twisted hobby. Using someone else's stuff like that."
"You loved it."
"Hey!... I'm gonna kill you...? And this is banned for the foreseeable future...!"
Half-joking, half-serious, she huffed indignantly.
"It's a high-end model—don't wanna waste it?"
Her post-bath cooldown seemed to have worked; she glared once more and grumbled.
"Ugh, you're gonna regret that someday. What if I bring my own high-end toys?"
"Do it."
Honestly, if Yoo Seol-ah prepared something new, I'd be thrilled. But unless she straight-up said she'd take the lead, she probably wouldn't seize control easily.
As I slowly changed into my sleep clothes and perched on the bed's edge, she naturally pointed to the wardrobe.
"...Something for me to wear too."
"What do you want?"
"Anything. Or whatever you wanna see..."
Clothes I wanna see her in... Hearing that made my heart melt with cuteness overload, just like the first time.
Conveniently, I had something perfect in mind, so I opened my wardrobe instead of hers.
I picked one out and handed it over. She tilted her head quizzically.
"...I said something for me to wear? This is yours."
"Yeah. For you to wear."
Realization dawned, and she let out a subtle sigh. Then, with suspicious eyes, she added,
"...But why no bottoms? Don't tell me..."
"We're home anyway."
"Ugh, you total perv?"
It was one of my actual dress shirts. I knew oversized suits her, and with our size difference, it'd be perfect. It'd hang like a dress anyway—no need for bottoms. Dolphin shorts if she insisted.
For all her complaints, she bent down, grabbed panties from the bedside drawer, slipped them on, and threw on the shirt.
She glanced at herself and burst out laughing in disbelief.
"...Wow, why's this so huge..."
Even as a shirt, it barely showed her collarbones, her hands completely swallowed, turning her into a wobbly balloon doll. The hem reached mid-thigh.
She seemed awkward, but to me? Perfect.
"...You're seriously so cute."
"R-really...?"
I'd meant to keep it internal, but the thought burst out. To hide her blush, she lifted the shirt's front, covering everything but her eyes.
Face and actions cute—my heart was taking a beating. But I couldn't look away. Was I addicted to Yoo Seol-ah?
"......"
But even after a while, she didn't lower the shirt. Her breathing grew a tad heavier, though she pretended to hide.
I'd suspected it before, but... was she totally hooked on my scent?
...Mutual addiction between spouses. Big trouble.
After some bed cuddles, it wasn't even evening yet. She rolled around, snuck a peek at my arm, then haughtily claimed it as her pillow.
She turned her head slightly and said,
"Wanna do some interior planning today?"
"Sure. No rush to finish in one day."
Lee Seo-yeon's gifted place was basically empty. High-end apartment perks like the island kitchen and built-in wardrobes, but everything else needed starting from scratch.
"I took pics last time, and I have all the floor plans."
Three proper large bedrooms, plus a smaller nook off the living room. She fetched a pen and pad from outside, sketching directly on the plans as she brainstormed.
"First, overall layout—then decide room uses quick."
"Three rooms, excluding the attic."
"Yeah. So this first... You'll sleep with me at bedtime, right...?"
I went to say obviously, but her hesitation made me pause.
"...If sleeping alone's comfier, that's f-fine too... It's big enough to split rooms, and they say stuff like this matters when really living together..."
She didn't look fine at all. Where did this bottomless cuteness come from?
I knew she was considering me, but she made it impossible to even suggest separate rooms. She'd probably cry if I did.
I answered curtly.
"Nah, together like now."
"...Got it."
I loved drifting off after watching her sleep first, or waking to her beside me. Human warmth alone brought happiness.
Her voice perked up instantly.
"Then the biggest room's our bedroom. Connects to the dressing room and bath."
"Cool. Style-wise?"
"Base furniture's black-and-white, so cooler tones here. Wood tones darker than now, or pure white."
She'd clearly thought it through, explaining right away. Her artistic sense crushed mine, so I'd follow her lead. Our tastes aligned anyway—we'd been shocked how similar our old studios felt.
"Two rooms left—one as future nursery, keep it simple? What do you think...?"
"Good. Living room and attic are plenty."
Better house than expected, solid plans from her. We both wanted at least one kid—use as storage till then, redo later.
"Extra room for a workspace, set up my pad and gear."
"Yeah, leave living room open-ish."
Space crunch now meant living room work, but separating work areas made sense. Same for studying.
"You need that master keyboard and stuff?"
"Would be nice. Just bring from home."
"Workspace split then... Attic okay?"
"Love it. Always wanted an attic office."
"It's bigger, but if inconvenient, I can take it."
No nitpicking on big decisions—she was all grown-up here.
Suddenly grinning like something hit her.
"Plus, for computer stuff without me around."
Mature in that way too. I hadn't watched anything spicy since her, but her teasing tone heated me up—I shot back untruthfully.
"Yeah. Attic it is. More freedom to watch."
"......"
She'd started it but now pouted. Then mumbled garbled words.
"...If you wanna watch that bad, I could do it myself... Sigh."
"Huh?"
"Nothing, forget it!... Do whatever you want."
...Grown-up one minute, not the next.