Russian Roulette (2)
Sometime ago, I asked the goddess this question.
"...Did I ever have any kids?"
The goddess replied in a tone like you sure ask the weirdest things.
There was a woman who became pregnant with your child, but she failed to give birth.
No, if she got pregnant, why couldn't she give birth?
"...Do they give birth with magic in that world or something?"
All the women who carried your child died.
Apparently, after several attempts, if implantation succeeded, the hero and demon king's memories would return even faster.
Come to think of it, in the world where the hero and demon king fought to destruction, the blonde girl had gotten pregnant too. She was brutally killed, but still...
But why do you ask such a thing?
"...Just wondering."
All the close calls I'd faced so far flashed through my mind.
No matter how luxurious the bed, sleeping too long left my back stiff.
...Actually, I wasn't sure if it was from oversleeping or because of Lee Ji-yeon.
It had already been seven days since we arrived in Hawaii.
I'd planned to kill time with all sorts of fun activities at first, but dealing with Lee Ji-yeon had made the days fly by in an instant.
I figured she'd be sleeping next to me, but I was alone in the room.
I stretched languidly, twisted my sore back this way and that, and stepped out.
On my way to the kitchen, Lee Ji-yeon called out from behind.
"Sleep well?"
"Dead to the world, but still tired... Damn! You scared me... What the hell are you doing?"
She was hanging upside down like a handstand using some weird contraption, stroking her lower belly.
"Stretching."
"...Right."
I left her to tenderly rub her belly and brewed some coffee while chugging cool water.
My body inside and out had been filled with heat, but it felt like it was getting thoroughly cleansed—super refreshing.
As I grabbed the coffee and headed to the living room, I heard a voice.
[Take a deep breath in... Relax... One, two...]
It was a yoga video. Lee Ji-yeon was following along with the poses on TV.
I sipped my coffee while watching her do yoga hugging a pillow.
The video was surprisingly long, but unlike what I'd imagined, it was mostly about loosening up and holding relaxed poses.
"...What kind of yoga is this?"
Lee Ji-yeon, lying back with her feet propped on a chair, said,
"Hoo... Luteal phase yoga."
...What's a luteal phase?
I watched her follow the poses without further explanation and picked up my phone to ponder what to eat.
[Expectant moms should always stay relaxed...]
These past few days had drained me so much I craved meat, but Lee Ji-yeon had anticipated that and prepared a yacht in advance.
I was shocked at how ridiculously lavish it was, but after days of debauched living, I adapted quick.
Eating on a yacht gliding slowly along was a whole different experience.
Across from us, a couple on another yacht was getting frisky in broad daylight.
Not sure if only I saw, but I ignored Lee Ji-yeon as she eyed me seductively and nudged my thigh with her foot, finishing my meal.
Stuffed full, I patted my bulging belly—it felt like I'd lost weight since coming to Hawaii.
Lee Ji-yeon, on the other hand, looked even more vibrant.
Felt kinda unfair.
Back at the lodging from the yacht, I blocked Lee Ji-yeon as she lunged again.
She came closer, whining like what now.
I didn't want to spend what was practically our last day burning up like that.
"W-wait! ...Aren't we playing it dangerous?"
"...Worried about what?"
"...Shouldn't we at least use protection?"
Lee Ji-yeon teased that I worried about everything, but she accepted readily enough.
Put my mind at ease.
It was thin, but guaranteed effective, so I could relax.
In the end, after another round with her, evening rolled around quick.
I used up the last strawberry-flavored vitamin she'd brought, and my stamina hit rock bottom.
As she headed to wash up, I cleaned the obvious evidence.
Reaching for a soggy vitamin on the floor, I noticed its contents leaking.
...Did I not seal it right?
I pinched it with my fingers—it was already oozing.
Disgusted, about to toss it, one fact hit me.
Why's it leaking from this side?
...The opening's on the opposite end?
Chills ran from head to toe.
I frantically checked the others nearby—all leaking contents.
These were all ones she had prepared herself.
My mind went blank.
On a hunch, I wrapped one in tissue and squeezed hard.
Liquid squirting from where it should be sealed tight—my world crumbled.
"Ah, feels so refreshing."
Just then, Lee Ji-yeon emerged from the shower.
Seeing her smile so happily made my blood boil reverse.
"...Hey, Lee Ji-yeon!!"
"...Why are you mad?"
Her serene grin made it impossible to hold back.
"Even you can't puncture holes in them!!"
She finally got it and nodded.
"Oh, that?"
"...Oh, that? Are you insane? What kind of holes—"
I yelled, but locked eyes with her and choked.
She was laughing at my rage.
"...Cho-in, after dumping load after load inside me, you say that now?"
"Urk..."
She undid her robe, happily stroking her belly.
Stumbling over words at the sight, I muttered,
"...Hey, you're on the pill, right?"
"...What pill?"
Lee Ji-yeon tilted her head like she had no clue.
"...Don't mess with me."
I said it dead serious, and she finally smirked.
"I don't take pills."
"...Huh?"
She rose from the bed, sidled up, and caressed my frozen cheek.
"...Cho-in, why would I take pills? Hmm?"
She tiptoed for a brief kiss, grinning wickedly.
My heart plummeted.
Cold sweat drenched my forehead.
...Maybe my cycle math was off, and it was a safe day anyway.
I grabbed the beaming Lee Ji-yeon.
"...Ji-yeon, it's a safe day... right?"
"...Who knows~?"
Even as I pleaded seriously, her playful smile creeped me out.
I was the idiot for getting totally swept up in her for the past week.
Lee Ji-yeon had always taken her pills before.
After we first decided to get together, she'd pop one after every romp, and lately I'd stopped even checking.
I'd assumed she'd done it this time too—my mistake.
A woman who'd planned a honeymoon wouldn't miss this shot.
My frozen blood felt like it was shredding my heart.
Why screw up now after everything went fine?
If Lee Ji-yeon got pregnant, the company vibe would go chaotic for sure.
Right when I needed to focus on Hyeon Ha-yeon and Baek Ga-eun, this blunder.
One minute I'm loving sucking and biting, next I'm yelling at her.
Pleasure without responsibility doesn't exist—lesson relearned.
But the train had left the station.
I hated myself for wasting time like a fool, and loathed this version of me scrambling for a fix even now.
"...They sell morning-after pills here too, so..."
She sighed exasperatedly at my desperate plea.
"Sigh... Cho-in, think about it—we've been here seven days!"
She took my hand, sat me on the bed.
"Too late. I've been in my fertile window since last week."
She dropped the bomb casually, then soothed me by brushing back my hair.
"What am I gonna do with my oblivious Cho-in?"
Her smile terrified me.
That day, my words to cover one mistake birthed a bigger one.
I had no idea how meticulously she'd planned.
I was the moron.
"Y-you... what the..."
She spoke in a wilted voice to my shivering self.
"...You hate becoming a dad that much?"
Once, I'd dreamed of marrying Lee Ji-yeon and building a happy family.
Now, her antics filled me more with fear than joy.
Today's actions crossed into outright horror.
Lee Ji-yeon was crazy.
"...If you hate it that much..."
She opened her robe, exposing her belly.
"Here, ...hit it a few times. That'll fix it, right?"
Her eyes gleamed with rapture as she thrust her belly forward.
...She's completely lost it.