Chapter 226: Let's Bathe Together
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 226: Let's Bathe Together
"Haah..."
Yume exhaled a ragged breath, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Dressed only in sheer lingerie, her disheveled appearance was undeniably sensual, yet her expression remained dark.
A rotor lay near her large breasts, which defied gravity to maintain their shape, and a dildo had fallen near her twitching white feet.
After witnessing the tryst between her daughter and Yeon-woo, Yume had become so aroused that she resorted to masturbating alone.
However, as her unsatisfied expression suggested, she was left frustrated, having failed to reach a climax.
Her unappeased libido only made her body burn hotter, leaving behind nothing but thick lust and deep regret.
Is there something wrong with me...?
Yume had always possessed a lukewarm sex drive and rarely felt much excitement during intercourse.
When she was younger, it was even worse; she had once consulted a doctor, fearing she might be frigid.
But nothing improved, and eventually, she and her husband grew distant.
Her husband was a man of high libido, brimming with confidence—he often boasted that there wasn't a woman alive he couldn't satisfy.
At the time, Yume had wondered if that was really something one should say to their wife, but regardless, her husband had been full of himself.
Yet, no matter how hard he tried, Yume’s condition never changed.
It wasn't that she didn't try.
Perhaps his pride was wounded by his inability to make his wife feel pleasure despite his efforts, but her husband eventually told her she was like "sleeping with a frozen tuna."
It was a cruel thing to say, but Yume blamed it all on her own low sex drive. She watched countless videos and studied, trying to be more proactive.
Blushing with shame, she had practiced blowjobs on bananas in the kitchen alone and tried out various positions on her bed while watching videos, putting in immense effort to satisfy her husband and improve their sex life.
But the only thing that changed was how quickly her husband ejaculated. No matter how much Yume tried to connect and feel more, her dry genitals never grew wet.
The turning point came shortly after she gave birth to Setsuna.
Her husband, driven by the lust he had suppressed during her pregnancy, pounced on her. Yume accepted him, acting like the seductress of his dreams, just as she always had.
Maybe... I looked like a whore...
She had indulged every fetish and served him with all her heart, faking orgasms to stroke his ego.
But that day, her acting was exposed.
Upon realizing that all her previous excitement and climaxes had been a lie, her husband didn't say much at the time. However, his pride was clearly shattered, and they never shared a bed again.
It wasn't that she felt no desire at all.
She still got aroused like she was now, and she occasionally thought about sex, but the problem was that it was never satisfying when it actually happened.
After their marital relations ceased, she tried to soothe herself alone, but Yume had never once found satisfaction through masturbation.
With a face etched with lingering longing, Yume picked up her phone and called her husband.
Though they no longer slept together, they lived like any other couple in every other respect.
"..."
When he didn't answer, Yume left a text and put the phone down.
She left the message, but she knew he wouldn't reply.
Yume knew exactly what her husband was doing out there.
She knew he frequented brothels and even had a mistress.
When she first found out, she felt as if the sky were falling, but as time passed, she became numb to it.
Yume accepted it all calmly, blaming herself for his cheating and for the fact that they no longer touched each other.
With a small sigh, Yume stood up from the bed.
Her body felt sticky with sweat.
Even though she knew it was an act that only drained her stamina without providing a proper climax, she occasionally succumbed to her lust, searching for that "something" she had never felt.
Feeling the usual sense of emptiness, Yume stepped out of her room.
As she entered the living room, the dark house was eerily quiet.
I guess Yeon-woo isn't staying the night... No, of course he shouldn't! He lives right next door.
He might have slept with her daughter, but they weren't dating.
- They aren't dating, so don't go asking Setsuna how her boyfriend is or anything.
Yume had been startled by Sara's text while she was masturbating, but she was even more shocked after reading the content.
To sleep together so promiscuously without even being in a relationship... kids these days...
Yume had always been proud of marrying young and being more open-minded than other parents, but even for her, being open-minded about this kind of sex life was difficult as a mother.
Sara told her not to interfere hastily, but Yume was worried about her daughter. She resolved to talk to her in the morning and headed toward the bathroom.
Shhhhh—
"..."
As she opened the bathroom door, she heard the sound of running water.
The glass door to the shower next to the vanity was fogged white with steam. Yume hesitated, keeping her mouth shut.
Sara had enjoyed bathing alone from a young age, so they couldn't do it together, but until a few years ago, she and Setsuna would bathe together and talk about many things.
Longing for those times when mother and daughter would bond in the bath, Yume hesitated for a moment before shedding her clothes.
Sara told me not to say anything... but as a parent, how can I not show interest?
Setsuna was a good girl, so it would be fine.
She wasn't going to scold her about her relationship with Yeon-woo; she just wanted to try and understand her.
With a positive mindset, Yume took off her robe, revealing a voluptuous body that was hard to believe belonged to a mother of two, and stepped into the bathroom.
"Setsuna~ Let's bathe together for the first time in a while."
"..."
"..."
Her daughter had grown quite tall. Her muscles and frame had gotten bigger, too...
Yume, who hadn't even imagined Yeon-woo would be there, couldn't think of anything as she saw his naked body.
Her blank gaze drifted down as if possessed, landing on the thick cock nestled between his heavy thighs.
Having just stepped out of the tub, Yeon-woo had one leg hooked over the edge, giving Yume a clear view of his pride.
Though it was flaccid from soaking in the hot water, its heavy presence didn't vanish just because it wasn't erect.
The dripping cock reacted the moment it saw Yume's body, beginning to lengthen smoothly.
Slowly but steadily, the cock rose, a testament to the mysteries of the human body. Overwhelmed by that mystery, Yume's eyes darted around in sheer panic.
"Ah, th-that, ah, Y-Yeon-woo... Aaaah, you haven't left yet... Ah?"
Her reason screamed that this wasn't the time for such thoughts, but with her brain paralyzed, Yume's body and mind refused to cooperate.
Yeon-woo realized she had walked in by mistake, thinking he was Setsuna, but he didn't want to miss this opportunity and moved quickly.
"Yes~ Yume-san, let's bathe together!"
"Eh, uh? Ye-hes?"
Yeon-woo approached her hurriedly with a smile so pure it was as if he knew nothing of the ways of men and women, leaving Yume too flustered to do anything.
His swinging cock was seared into her retinas with every step he took. The pressure was so intense it felt like he was threatening her with a blade, and Yume couldn't regain her senses.
As his dripping, muscular frame drew closer, Yume froze in a mix of arousal and tension, swallowing hard.
A thick arm that looked strong enough to choke her reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her toward the shower.
She surely could have refused; if she said no, Yeon-woo would stop...
But as Yeon-woo pulled her wrist, Yume couldn't tell if she was being dragged or if she was following him of her own volition.
"Sit down. I'll scrub your back."
"Ah, Yeon-woo. I mean, this is..."
"Yes, yes. We can just take turns scrubbing each other's backs."
"No, I mean..."
"Up we go, everything's ready. Look forward."
Whenever Yume, having regained a bit of her senses, tried to speak up and say this wasn't right, Yeon-woo cut her off and semi-forcibly began to scrub her back.
Sitting with her back to him, Yume hugged herself, exposing her defenseless back to Yeon-woo.
Her thin waist, framed by two elegant curves, and her slightly plump buttocks—her body, shivering either from the cold or for some other reason, was so sexy that Yeon-woo hid his excitement and worked up a lather on the towel.
When Yeon-woo gripped her shoulders, Yume flinched at the sensation and the heat.
"You can relax. Just enjoy it."
"Ah... Uh, okay..."
Yume couldn't understand why just having her shoulders touched felt so good.
Neither she nor anyone else could have known that he possessed the God Hand trait, which allowed him to send a woman to the heights of pleasure with just his touch.
Every time he wiped her body with the towel while keeping a hand on her shoulder, Yume's body tensed up.
It wasn't because of the touch of a strange man, nor was it because she felt like she was sinning against her husband.
Why does this feel so good...!!
Every time Yeon-woo's hand touched her, it felt like every nerve in her body was standing on end.
He was clearly touching her waist, yet her breasts were reacting; the space between her thighs felt itchy, and her toes tingled and went numb.
It felt as if he were touching her entire body at once. Yume trembled, caught between shame and a strange sense of pleasure.
Yeon-woo's heart was filled with dark intentions, but on the outside, he looked like a pure young man focused solely on washing her back.
Though no truly "pure" young man would be washing his neighbor's wife's back with a bright smile, Yume, lost in pleasure and confusion, was incapable of making a rational judgment.
Just as she had felt guilty toward Yeon-woo before, Yume mistakenly felt sorry, thinking that she was the only one getting aroused.
Yeon-woo is so inno—
Her thought was cut short.
In the mirror mounted on the wall in front of her, she could see Yeon-woo behind her.
A young man focused on washing her back... and a cock standing tall with terrifying vigor...
She had seen it once during the hobby class, once during his tryst with her daughter... and now, seeing that majestic cock fully erect, a sight she had seen enough to be familiar with, Yume felt her breath hitch.
Every time Yeon-woo moved his hand to scrub her back, his cock swayed like a weighted toy, and Yume's eyes swayed along with it.
"There, all done. Now scrub my back too."
Yeon-woo smiled brightly and asked her to wash his back.
They could have just turned around, but he insisted on swapping places. Yume swapped seats while covering herself with both arms.
However, Yeon-woo moved without a hint of hesitation, his massive cock swinging as he did, and Yume's eyes remained fixed on the cock that seemed to be practicing downward strikes in mid-air.
Now sitting behind him, Yume faced his broad back.
Gulp—
Looking at his well-defined back that exuded masculinity, Yume unconsciously swallowed and tentatively reached out.
The moment her fingertips felt his firmness and warmth, Yume experienced a thrill unlike anything she had ever felt in her life.
The pleasure and arousal that Yeon-woo had already accumulated in her body using his God Hand exploded from her fingertips, spreading through her entire body like an electric current.
"Haat... Ah, ahng..."
She was supposed to be indifferent to sex... so why...?
Was this... what people called a climax?
Feeling a level of pleasure beyond her limits for the first time, Yume forgot that Yeon-woo was right in front of her and let out a moan, her body trembling violently.
Her excitement and pleasure had always felt like they were under a lid, never rising above a certain point, but now, with her senses pierced through all at once, Yume couldn't keep her wits about her.
Through the mirror and the fingertips touching his back, Yeon-woo confirmed that Yume had reached a mild climax and smirked.
If he pushed her now, she would lose her mind and have sex with him, but Yeon-woo waited patiently.
It had been a long journey.
From the moment he first looked for a house, he had sought a place where a motherly married woman lived next door, and he had worked tirelessly to appear as a wonderful, polite young man to Yume.
He had targeted her from the start, and though she had taken longer than the other heroines, he had no intention of devouring her all at once.
The night was still long, and the bath would be even longer.