Chapter 079: Morning After

After sitting on the bed and crying for a while, Yumi slowly got up, opened the door, and walked out.

As Yumi opened the door and stepped out, Jihoon, who had been lying asleep on the bed, opened his eyes.

It turned out Jihoon had once again employed his skill at feigning sleep. He might have woken up the moment he rolled off Yumi onto the bed, but he hadn’t opened his eyes.

He had likely heard every sound of Yumi weeping beside him.

After opening his eyes, Jihoon blinked thoughtfully, a hint of melancholy in his gaze.

No wonder—his sexual desire was satisfied, he’d gotten what he wanted, but how to deal with the trouble that followed?

After the heat of passion faded, Jihoon finally started to feel the burn.

After leaving Jihoon’s room, Yumi went straight to the bathroom.

Standing before the full-length mirror, she examined her body.

It remained as slender and sensual as ever, yet everything had changed.

Yumi was no longer pure; this alluring body was now filled with her son’s semen.

As she stood there, the semen in her womb and vagina, drawn by gravity, began to slowly trickle out of her vagina.

Yumi stood before the full-length mirror, watching the semen steadily trickle from her vaginal opening.

It dripped onto the floor, flowing down the outer side of her thigh before cascading further.

This sight constantly reminded Yumi that none of this was a dream—it was all real.

Moreover, Yumi’s pristine, jade-like body was now covered in kiss marks, and her breasts bore the scratches left by Jihoon’s rough handling.

Her skin was exceptionally fair and delicate; even slight pressure left bruises on her flesh.

Every sensual part of her body was coated in Jihoon’s saliva.

Her two pink breasts remained erect, like two plump grapes.

It was unclear whether the swelling from Jihoon’s sucking hadn’t subsided or if Yumi’s desire hadn’t fully faded, her body still reacting to the post-coital physiological response.

Facing her reflection, Yumi covered her face and wept once more.

She turned away, activated the wall-mounted showerhead, and began washing herself meticulously.

She scrubbed her vagina and labia, her breasts, as if striving to erase every trace Jihoon had left behind—though some marks would remain indelible for the rest of her life.

The betrayal of her husband and the ethical shock of having relations with her own son tormented her constantly.

Yumi was a woman of traditional and conservative values.

Though my health had always been poor, she had remained chaste outside our marriage, preserving her purity for me.

Now, her innocence was utterly lost—and to her beloved adopted son, no less.

The anguish within her was unimaginable.

Had I not returned home last night to find her safe and sound, I feared she might have succumbed to the torment and taken her own life.

Yumi washed herself over and over, using three full applications of body wash.

After finishing, she wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out of the bathroom.

Her nightgown, bra, and underwear remained in Jihoon’s room, but she had no intention of retrieving them.

That bedroom was now the very place she dreaded.

Her gait was slightly unsteady, and as she washed her labia, her brow would occasionally furrow.

Evidently, Jihoon’s two consecutive internal ejaculations—especially the first penetration by such an enormous penis—had caused pain in her vagina and labia.

After washing, when she accidentally brushed her labia with the towel while drying off, Yumi couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath.

Her labia were already visibly swollen and red.

Returning to her bedroom, Yumi stood on the floor surveying the familiar space.

Yet the person stepping into this room now was no longer the same as before.

Taking in the familiar surroundings and the traces we’d left behind, she covered her face and began to sob again.

Finally, she sat down on the floor, hugging her knees as tears streamed down her cheeks.

This time, in her own room, Yumi let her voice break as she wept bitterly.

When Yumi emerged from the bathroom, he pressed his ear against his bedroom door, listening to the sounds outside.

After Yumi returned to her room, he quietly opened his door and stepped out.

He stood at the doorway to my and Yumi’s bedroom, looking helpless. After the passion had faded, he was completely sober.

But being young and lacking social experience, he felt nothing but panic, with no other solution.

When he heard Yumi crying loudly, he wanted to push the door open, but the moment his hand touched the door, he quickly pulled it back.

A hint of regret washed over Jihoon.

He had gotten what he wanted, yet he’d hurt the mother he loved most.

Listening to Yumi’s sobs, his face clouded with sorrow.

Perhaps he hadn’t anticipated that Yumi was nothing like the female protagonists in the novels he read.

In those stories, the heroines would sink into despair after being raped, but the real Yumi was nothing like that.

From their lovemaking, I observed that despite being a novice, Jihoon knew numerous positions and seduction techniques.

Yet despite his repertoire, his execution remained distinctly awkward.

I deduced he must have devoured countless novels, AVs, or online guides—studying seduction tactics, the female G-spot, and such—to prepare for this night.

And indeed, he had partially succeeded.

During their initial lovemaking, he did conquer Yumi… though only for that single encounter.

When she actively lifted her hips to “assist” his penetration, when she wrapped her arms around his neck… these were all expressions of her surrender to lust, conquered and submerged by his sexual prowess.

But once sobered, everything changed.

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