My Beautiful Wife – NTR

“Go ahead. The kid still hasn’t recovered yet. You can come back to sleep with me once he’s better…”

I answered almost without thinking.

After all, as the man of the house, I should be generous.

Yumi was right… there was no point in being petty with a child, especially since he would soon be our son.

Besides, I wanted to show Yumi that I wasn’t small-minded. No matter what, I couldn’t refuse.

“Mmm, thank you for understanding, honey… Once the child gets better, I’ll give you a special gift. It’s a secret…”

When she heard me agree, a flash of gratitude and relief crossed Yumi’s eyes. She hugged my arm and shook it playfully.

At the end, she leaned close to my ear and whispered something that made my mind instantly fill with dirty fantasies. What kind of gift could it be?

“Then let me help you fall asleep first before I go over…”

Yumi kept holding my arm and gently rested her head on my shoulder.

“Whatever you want…”

I pretended to be generous. To be honest, deep down I really didn’t want her to go.

Yumi was mine and mine alone. I didn’t want to share her with anyone… including my adopted son. If it weren’t for Naomi’s dying wish, I would never have agreed to adopt a boy in the first place.

I fought against my sleepiness. If Yumi accidentally fell asleep beside me, maybe she wouldn’t go over tonight.

But I was just too exhausted. I drifted off without knowing exactly when. Right before I fell asleep, Yumi was still holding my arm, nestled against me.

I don’t know how long I slept. Maybe because I had been woken up in the middle of the night for the past few nights by Jihoon, my body had formed a new habit. In the early hours, I woke up again in a daze.

Half-asleep, I turned toward the inside of the bed and reached out blindly, wanting to touch my favorite thing when sleeping… Yumi’s soft breasts.

My hand grabbed nothing but empty air.

My sleepiness vanished instantly. Yumi was no longer in our bedroom.

No need to guess… she must have gone to Jihoon’s room.

I lay there trying to fall back asleep, but I tossed and turned and couldn’t. A wave of worry kept creeping into my mind.

Could something intimate be happening between Yumi and Jihoon?

It was hard not to overthink. I never saw Jihoon as a real child. Yumi treated him like one, but in my heart, I saw him as a growing man.

As a veteran reporter who had seen every kind of story, my professional instincts and suspicion ran deep.

There were plenty of real cases that made my fears feel justified.

The more I thought about it, the more anxious and twisted my thoughts became. Yumi going to sleep with Jihoon was supposed to help me rest, but now it was doing the exact opposite.

If I had known this would happen, I would rather have let her think I was petty than let her go.

Lying in bed, my fear grew darker and more evil with every passing minute.

I quietly got out of bed without putting on slippers. My feet moved silently like a cat’s. I pressed my ear against our bedroom door first, listening for any sound in the living room.

When I heard nothing, I gently opened the door. The large living room appeared before me.

I crept toward Jihoon’s bedroom. Just like last night, the door was tightly shut. I held my breath and pressed my ear against it, straining to catch any noise inside.

But I was overthinking again…there was only the faint sound of breathing.

I wanted to open the door like I did last night, but this time I hesitated. Yesterday, if I had been caught, I could have said I was looking for Yumi.

But tonight was different. If Yumi caught me opening the door, how would I explain it? She had already told me she was sleeping with Jihoon tonight. Doing this would make me look guilty as hell.

After listening for a while longer outside the door, I quietly retreated back to our room. I lay there with my eyes closed, eaten alive by jealousy until the sky turned bright.

When morning came, I heard the sound of Jihoon’s bedroom door opening. I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Sure enough, our bedroom door opened next. I heard soft footsteps approach the bed. Yumi leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead, then left to wash up.

Soon after, my alarm rang.

I opened my eyes and got out of bed.

Yumi was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast. When she saw me, she gave me a warm, natural smile and greeted me.

Her expression looked completely normal. If she had done anything wrong, there would have been some trace in her eyes.

I went into the bathroom to wash up.

Looking in the mirror, I saw my bloodshot eyes and could only smile bitterly. What the hell had I done to deserve this?

During work that day, when I had some free time, I started browsing the news online.

As reporters, we need to stay on top of current events, so reading the news is something we always do in our downtime. In the past we read newspapers, but now with the internet, we can see everything online.

While scrolling, I suddenly came across an article about “mother-son incest.” It was about a mother in Taiwan who had been having sex with her middle-school son.

A neighbor found explicit videos on the boy’s phone and called the police. The mother was arrested.

The article mentioned the husband worked away from home for long periods, and the boy was going through puberty.

Curious, I searched “mother-son incest” online. I was shocked to find countless similar stories, including formal research reports.

The news stirred up the anxiety I had just managed to calm. If blood-related mothers and sons could end up committing incest, what about a horny young woman and a boy in puberty?

And with how often I traveled for work, I would be away from home a lot in the future. Could the same thing happen to me? Would Yumi and Jihoon put a green hat on me?

I closed the webpage.

Since work was slow, I decided to go home for a bit. It was a little after two in the afternoon…Yumi and Jihoon definitely wouldn’t be back from school yet.

I went to the equipment room and grabbed some gear, then drove straight home.

The house was completely quiet. I went straight to my target… Jihoon’s bedroom.

Installing the device was simple. I placed a coin-sized pinhole camera at the very top of the curtain. Whether the curtain was open or closed, it wouldn’t fall, and it had night vision.

This wasn’t some cheap camera you could buy online. It was professional equipment we reporters used for undercover filming, almost as good as what the CIA uses.

I fixed the tiny camera at the highest point of the curtain. Because it was only the size of a coin, it was extremely well hidden. Unless someone was a professional, they would never notice it.

After finishing, I carefully erased every trace of my visit so Yumi wouldn’t know I had come home during the day.

As a veteran reporter, hiding my tracks was second nature. This camera was only temporary. I wasn’t even sure anything would happen between Yumi and Jihoon.

If I found something suspicious, I would install a permanent hidden camera later.

I drove back to the office. As an old hand, I wasn’t worried about the station thinking I was using company equipment for personal reasons. I could just return it during inventory.

I admit I’m a bit paranoid, but installing the camera felt necessary.

I couldn’t watch them all night while they slept together. If anything intimate happened, I would never know.

I trusted Yumi, but I couldn’t trust Jihoon. Even though he was still grieving, he was a healthy teenage boy full of hormones and curiosity about sex. Yumi might not do anything, but I couldn’t be sure about him.

Especially since Yumi sleeps so deeply.

If Jihoon tried something… she might not even wake up. Even if nothing major happened, he might still secretly grope her. I refused to let anyone touch my precious little wife.

If I didn’t catch anything on camera, I wouldn’t be disappointed. At least it would put my mind at ease so I could focus on work and rest without this nagging worry ruining everything.

The camera could only be retrieved during the day tomorrow. It recorded video but had no live feed…after all, it was tiny, the size of a five-jiao coin.

That night when I got home, everything seemed normal.

Jihoon’s mood had improved a lot. He was smiling more and talking more than before. He still spoke a lot with Yumi but remained a bit distant with me.

Still, our relationship had clearly gotten better.

He still called Yumi “Teacher” and me “Uncle.” We both knew it would take time for him to adjust, so we didn’t rush him. We decided to wait until he was emotionally stable before asking him to change how he addressed us.

At dinner, I occasionally glanced at Jihoon, then at Yumi.

Thinking about the tiny camera hidden in his bedroom made my feelings complicated.

Maybe I really was overthinking and scaring myself.

I just hoped tomorrow’s footage would show nothing. Otherwise, I had no idea what I would do.

After dinner, I lay in bed playing on my phone.

Yumi had to work late tonight because of upcoming exams. She was sitting at the desk in our bedroom grading papers.

Looking at the thick stack of test sheets in front of her, I wondered how late she would be up.

Maybe she was too busy and wouldn’t go to Jihoon’s room tonight? The thought made me secretly happy.

But if she didn’t go, then my camera would have been installed for nothing. Strangely, that didn’t disappoint me at all.

At some point I fell asleep again.

Thanks to the new biological clock I had developed over the past few days, I woke up once more in the early morning hours.

I had been facing the desk when I fell asleep, but now the whole bedroom was dark. I reached behind me to where Yumi should have been sleeping.

My hand searched for a long time but touched nothing.

I slowly turned over.

Sure enough, the spot beside me was empty once again…