My Beautiful Wife – NTR

Originally, he had been resting in the middle of her arm, with his cheek still less than ten centimeters from her body. He kept testing and gently shifting his head, closing that gap bit by bit.

Finally… his head reached the base of her arm, and his face, nose, and mouth made actual contact with the side of her breast. Even though there was fabric in between, he had truly touched it.

My hands clenched tightly.

Still, things weren’t that bad yet. After all, Jihoon was still a child and would be my son in the future. I had no choice because of the promise I made to my first love, Naomi.

Besides, Jihoon came into our lives halfway. I could treat him as if he were Yumi’s and my own biological son.

He never got to drink Yumi’s milk as a baby…this could count as a different kind of compensation. Mother and son would live together day and night from now on; some physical contact was inevitable.

If I minded too much, the rest of my life would be miserable. Thinking like this made me feel a little better.

But before I could finish the thought, Jihoon made another move.

His face gently nuzzled against the side of her breast while one hand slowly reached down to his own crotch. He slipped it inside his pants and began stroking his already hard cock.

This little bastard… Was he actually starting to jerk off?

I was wrong.

After stroking himself for a while, he pulled his hand back out.

Then he pressed his face even closer, closed his eyes, and never woke up again.

Young people sleep a lot. After messing around for so long, he must have been exhausted. Watching him bury his head deep into Yumi’s armpit, his face tightly pressed against the side of her breast, the sour feeling in my heart still wouldn’t go away.

He wasn’t worried about this position, and when Yumi woke up in the morning, she probably wouldn’t mind either. She would just see it as a child unconsciously moving closer to her in his sleep, seeking warmth, and finally snuggling into her arms.

She would never imagine that Jihoon had done it on purpose.

I fast-forwarded all the way to morning.

Nothing else happened.

I closed the video, rubbed my temples, and began thinking carefully.

From an outsider’s perspective, putting myself in his shoes. Actually, thinking about it, as someone who had been through it, I could understand Jihoon’s behavior and thoughts.

Back when I was in puberty, whenever I saw a beautiful, sexy woman on the street, who wouldn’t steal a few glances? My eyes would secretly focus on their full breasts and thighs.

And if I had a gorgeous woman with no blood relation sleeping right beside me like Jihoon did, would I really stay calm and do nothing?

Of course not.

So from an adult’s point of view, this was a completely normal physiological reaction and curiosity for a boy in puberty.

He probably just needed proper guidance.

But how was I supposed to tell Yumi? Should I say I didn’t trust her sleeping with Jihoon and secretly installed a camera to film them?

No. I could only hint at it vaguely, so she wouldn’t suffer big losses later. From tonight’s recording, Jihoon still didn’t have the guts to go too far… he was only in the testing stage, probing little by little.

If in the future Yumi slept very deeply, things might not stay this simple. He might steal a kiss on her lips, grope her breasts, even pull open her clothes to look, or even touch her lower body.

Knowing Yumi as well as I do, as long as Jihoon was careful and gentle with his actions, she would never wake up.

I had originally planned to come home and remove the camera after watching the video. But now, it seemed the camera still needed to stay in place for continued secret filming…

After finally enduring until evening, I returned home.

Yumi had already prepared dinner, and Jihoon was still watching TV. It looked just like every other evening after work.

But tonight, when I saw Jihoon, my view of him had changed completely.

For no other reason than that I couldn’t quite see through this kid anymore. From his behavior last night, losing both parents didn’t seem to have hit him too hard.

Or maybe I was overthinking it. Kids are simple-minded; they don’t torment themselves like adults do. For children, worries come quickly and leave quickly too.

At night, I lay in bed watching Yumi, who seemed to want to say something but kept holding back.

How should I tell her? If I didn’t want to reveal any flaws, it would be best to say nothing. But when I remembered last night’s video, worry and fear crept in.

The thought of Yumi’s body being violated by another “man” made my stomach churn like I had swallowed a fly.

There was also a strange feeling mixed in, but I still didn’t know exactly what that strange feeling was…

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