Chapter 62 - The Accord (Finale)
Several years later, in a house somewhere in Seoul.
"I'm heading out."
The woman with tanned skin, dressed in a suit and carrying a black briefcase in one hand, spoke to the man standing at the front door. In this gender-reversed world, it was the picture of an utterly ordinary family.
Or at least, it would seem that way from their actions alone. The reality, however, was far different.
"Sure, have a safe trip."
The face of the man seeing her off—and his entire frame—belonged to that of a youthful boy. Was he a loving son seeing off his mother, the family's breadwinner? But a glance at their faces revealed no resemblance whatsoever between mother and child.
Their relationship must have surely begun as something deeply criminal. Of course, by now, calling it illegal would be quite a stretch. He might look young, but he was an adult, exercising his sexual freedoms as one. In the end, their bond had formed through mutual consent.
"Han Siwoo."
The tanned woman approached her husband with steady steps. Stroking his cute hair as she murmured his name, she glanced toward the room inside.
"Hey."
Inside sat a woman with roots-darkened hair, half-faded to an embarrassing shade somewhere between blonde and gold, waving lazily.
"Fucking bitch."
The tanned woman muttered a curse under her breath. Seeing that cockroach of a woman who had wormed her way into her comfortable home made her blood boil. She clenched her fist tight.
"Sis..."
"...I know."
She caught the desperate, pleading look in her husband's eyes and slowly released her grip. She'd squeezed so hard that her pale knuckles took a good while to regain their natural color.
"Hoo..."
She barely managed to fight off the pounding in her head and pulled her husband into her embrace. His soft, pudgy cheeks pressed against her like squishing into a body made of pudding, giving the sensation of devouring it whole.
"C-Can't... breathe..."
"Sorry."
After a short but deep hug, she released her tiny, angelic husband.
"Ugh, putting on a cringey morning soap opera from the start..."
The half-blonde woman clicked her tongue at the sight, mocking them from between. Her voice was so soft that one might miss it without paying close attention—but her extraordinary physical prowess caught every stray word.
"What?"
"Oh, you heard that? Nothing! Just get the hell out of our house already. Hurry up!"
"..."
Heh heh.
The half-blonde let out a short laugh. It set the tanned woman's insides bubbling like molten lava once more, but she tamped it down at the sight of Siwoo's anxious face.
"...Tomorrow."
"Yeah, see you tomorrow."
"Right."
The tanned woman endured. She couldn't bear to hurt her cute husband again. With that thought, she turned away. Her heart felt like it was tearing itself apart.
If only I'd been a little faster back then... if only I'd taken him first...>
She bowed her head low. A passed train could never be caught again, but who didn't blame their own shortcomings for regrets?
-Step, step.
With that, she walked out ahead, her footsteps heavy...
"What the hell is this nonsense? Right, Siwoo?"
-Squeeze.
The half-blonde rose from her seat, sauntered over to Han Siwoo, grabbed his ass hard, and kneaded it roughly.
"Thinks she's some tragic heroine or something. Jeez, her antics are so cringey I can barely stand it."
"Cut it out... Ye-seul sis is having a tough time too."
"Tough? What, coming over every few days to fuck you?"
"That's not what I meant. Sigh, whatever."
Siwoo swatted away the half-blonde woman's hand from his ass. Then, with his signature dirty glare, he dropped to his knees before her.
"You're still in the stable pregnancy phase. Make do with this."
"Heh..."
-Rustle.
He gently tugged down the half-blonde woman's pants. As the boy had said, her belly was slightly swollen with child, making penetration risky—likely to cause a miscarriage. They'd nearly lost their first child this way, so they were extra cautious.
"Hmph..."
Han Siwoo latched his small mouth onto her pussy. He suckled like he had something tucked in his cheeks.
"Hoo... how many years has it been since we started living like this...?"
"...Gulp. Five years as of today."
Siwoo quickly calculated the date on his fingers and answered. His sex smarts might be low, but his study brain was elite—top-tier college material.
"Five years, huh... Guess today counts as an anniversary then. Wanna celebrate by getting everyone together for dinner? Not sure if that Kwon Ye-seul bitch'll show."
"If I call, she'll come whether she likes it or not..."
"Tch. Looks like it's coming—swallow it all."
"A-Already...? Mmph!"
-Gulp, gulp, glug!
Her juices erupted in a now-familiar fashion. Siwoo skillfully caught and swallowed every drop, satisfying her.
"Haa... seven more months without using that dick... such a shame."
"J-Just hold out... Later you won't even get my mouth or hands."
In truth, even this oral stimulation was taxing on her pregnant body, but curbing her massive libido took priority.
-Thud thud thud thud.
And then, the sound of someone running down the hallway toward the front door echoed. The two hurriedly fixed their clothes and faced the child who burst in.
"Daddy? Were you just doing naughty stuff with Auntie...?"
"Ah, y-yeah! Th-this is!"
The kid had a massive frame for her age—maybe 7 or 8 at first glance? But her childish speech gave her away. Anyone seeing that build would instantly know her mother.
"G-Go on! Watch some YouTube or something. Auntie and Daddy are busy."
"Busy...? But why were you on your kne—"
"Shoo! Whoosh whoosh."
The half-blonde woman defused the crisis. Sure, she seemed cold toward the child—especially one from a woman she despised. But surprisingly, she loved all four kids in the house equally, even the three without her blood.
Of course. They all took after her astonishingly loving husband, Han Siwoo.
"So, wanna go see Park Somwol together now?"
"Nah, Somwol said she can't make it 'cause of work."
"Ohhh...?"
Park Somwol had gracefully yielded her wife's position to the two. Guilt over Siwoo had hit her late.
"I wish Somwol wouldn't feel so bad about it."
He meant it sincerely. Sure, he'd resented and hated her once. But hadn't she, even unintentionally, built this family? Now, Siwoo felt pity over hatred.
"She'll come back to us someday. Anyway, she still fucks you hard every night."
"True, but..."
Even with her guilt, Somwol hadn't given up Siwoo's body. She took creampies diligently, now entering her third month of pregnancy. Years of effort bearing fruit.
"Ye-jin."
"Yeah?"
"Hey... what if someday, we all lived together? Ye-seul sis too. We're family, after all."
"Hm."
Kang Ye-jin recalled the promise from years ago. Instead of killing the pregnant Kwon Ye-seul, she'd chosen coexistence. Honestly, a shocking outcome. Ye-jin had figured that hothead would bash even a full-term pregnant woman without hesitation.
But she'd proposed an accord—one fair to both. The terms were:
First: No attempts to harm each other.
Second: Scheduled days for Siwoo.
Third: Raise each other's kids without discrimination, with utmost care.
Sharing Siwoo chafed a bit, but watching that superior bitch grovel and beg for the deal was hilarious.>
Ye-jin had accepted, of course. Refusing might've gotten her killed for real. And Siwoo's gaze hadn't just been on her—it lingered lovingly on Ye-seul's belly too.
Made me jealous at first, but seeing him stare so tenderly...>
Siwoo had probably sensed it instinctively: that she carried his child too. What a virile cock—optimized for impregnation like no other in the world.
Meanwhile, Kwon Ye-seul was an "impregnation elite," conceiving almost every time she took a creampie.
"Hoo..."
Kang Ye-jin stretched languidly. She glanced around. Her cute husband, the adorable kids resembling him. She'd obtained happiness—even if its roots were a bit rotten.
"Forever together, Siwoo."
She murmured, gazing at his small back.