My Beautiful Wife – NTR

Chapter 022: Footage

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“Jihoon, it’s time to rest…” After tidying up, Yumi dabbed the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and addressed Jihoon, who was “absorbed” in watching TV.

“Oh… okay…” Jihoon turned off the TV and headed toward his bedroom.

It was clear that his earlier “appreciation” had left him wanting more.

Perhaps because he was so accustomed to being Yumi’s student, he hadn’t fully shifted his perception of her from teacher to mother.

Back in his room, Jihoon didn’t sleep as usual. Instead, he secretly pulled out his phone to play games.

In front of Yumi, he was the perfect little angel, but the moment she was out of sight, his true colors showed.

After returning to her bedroom, Yumi prepared to change into her nightgown. But when she picked up the newly bought, conservative nightgown, she paused.

Originally, she wore this nightgown because I had requested it, and it was convenient for accompanying Jihoon to sleep at night.

Now that I wasn’t home and she wouldn’t be sleeping with Jihoon, she set the conservative nightgown aside. She had always felt it was too restrictive and uncomfortable.

With a hint of delight, Yumi retrieved her old, frequently worn sexy nightgown from the wardrobe.

The nightgown revealed more skin but offered less restriction, making her feel incredibly relaxed when wearing it. Yumi shed her outer clothes and pants.

Previously, she always wore a bra with this nightgown. But during the period she wore the conservative pajamas, which were inherently restrictive, she’d grown accustomed to going braless underneath.

Out of habit, Yumi instinctively removed her bra too.

Her vibrant breasts sprang free, the two pink nipples, just liberated, bounced up and down in the air.

Yumi picked up her nightgown to put it on, but only when she had already slipped it over her shoulders did it seem to dawn on her that she had inadvertently removed her bra as well.

Yumi hesitated, as if debating whether to put it back on.

Then she shook her head. Why bother with all that when she was sleeping alone?

She slipped into the sexy nightgown completely bare-chested. Though the nightgown had slightly thicker fabric over her chest, her pink nipples were still faintly visible, even protruding slightly.

But Yumi didn’t care.

After changing into her nightgown, Yumi climbed into bed.

Since it had always been just her and her mother at home, she never developed the habit of locking her door at night. Even with Jihoon now present, she wouldn’t lock it for his sake.

After all, in her eyes, Jihoon was still just a child.

Locking the door while sleeping with her own son would be like drawing attention to something she wanted to hide—it would only hurt the boy’s self-esteem.

Meanwhile, Jihoon was playing with his phone.

Through the crystal-clear camera feed, I noticed the kid seemed to be reading a novel on his phone. Whether it was wholesome fiction or something else, I couldn’t tell.

After reading for a while, I noticed a large tent forming in his pajama bottoms. This situation clearly indicated he wasn’t reading anything wholesome.

But then I thought, hadn’t I secretly watched porn DVDs at his age too? Compared to him reading novels, mine seemed mild by comparison.

After reading for a while, perhaps aroused, Jihoon slid one hand beneath his pajama bottoms and began stroking his already erect penis through the fabric.

As he rubbed through the fabric, the outline of his penis gradually became visible.

Though I couldn’t gauge its exact length, it was clearly much larger than mine…

Mine was only about 4 inches, while his seemed at least half a foot longer, easily 8 inches or more.

After stroking for a while, he seemed unsatisfied and slipped his hand inside his pants to continue touching himself.

This was the first time I’d seen Jihoon masturbate.

I’d learned to do it myself at his age long ago. Before actually interacting with girls, most guys rely on their hands to relieve sexual tension.

So while his actions were perfectly normal in a guy’s development, I couldn’t help but feel deeply concerned.

After stroking for a while, Jihoon seemed unsatisfied.

He withdrew his hand from his crotch and slowly turned his head toward the doorway.

Now, the entire house contained only one man and one woman sharing a room.

Though bound by familial ties, this did nothing to diminish the primal urge for union between the sexes, or the instinct to perpetuate the family line.

With Yumi’s looks and figure, any man would be tempted, let alone a teenage boy like Jihoon.

After staring at the doorway for a moment, Jihoon suddenly dropped his phone.

He slowly got out of bed, his steps deliberate, then quietly opened the door and stepped out of the room.

My heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that this kid was sneaking into Yumi’s room? Seeing her scantily clad, his lust ignited. Unable to contain himself, he might pounce on her like a wolf, devouring his prey.

My mind kept conjuring scenes of Jihoon forcing himself on Yumi.

No wonder I had these thoughts and worries… Yumi hadn’t locked her door, or even closed it properly, just to hear what was happening in Jihoon’s room.

But in the end, my fears proved unfounded.

Jihoon glanced at the pitch-black living room, devoid of any light, clear signs that Yumi was already asleep.

Without Yumi’s company, he seemed utterly deflated.

Especially now that the entire house was empty except for him and Yumi—me, the “stumbling block,” was away on a business trip.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Jihoon.

Jihoon slumped back onto the bed, looking defeated.

Instead of playing with his phone, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. His eyes were wide open, lost in thought.

Watching the video in the pitch-black night, I clicked the mouse to fast-forward bit by bit. As time passed, Jihoon showed no signs of drowsiness, seemingly brewing something.

Soon, something seemed to occur to him.

His eyes widened instantly, and he sat up excitedly.

He reached for the water glass on the bedside table, carefully pouring some water onto his hands without spilling a drop.

After splashing the water onto his face, he flicked droplets upward with his fingers.

“What is he doing?” This question loomed large in my mind, leaving me utterly baffled.

I could only patiently watch on as Jihoon dampened his face thoroughly before lying back down. He took several deep breaths, seemingly gathering strength.

“Ah…”

A familiar cry echoed through the silent room.

Jihoon sat up on the bed, panting heavily, pretending to have just woken up.

The sudden scream instantly jolted Yumi awake.

Having cared for Jihoon for so long, she had become highly sensitive to his startled cries.

Having grown accustomed to it, Yumi reflexively sprang from her bed upon hearing Jihoon’s cry.

She swiftly slipped on her slippers and dashed toward his room.

In that moment, she seemed to forget how provocatively revealing her nightwear was, her concern for Jihoon was all that mattered.

Yumi was successfully “lured” into Jihoon’s room.

She opened the door without turning on the light, swiftly pulling him into her arms. Her hands gently patted his head as she comforted him.

Sweat poured down Jihoon’s face, yet Yumi showed no hint of suspicion.

The boy, who had been startled awake moments before, gradually calmed in her embrace and slowly drifted back to sleep.

Yumi had also sobered up considerably by then. Her face bore a look of heartache and worry.

Only after Jihoon had settled back into a peaceful “sleep” did she gently lay him back down on the pillow.

It was only then that Yumi noticed her own attire. Flushed slightly in the night vision camera’s glare, she was relieved she hadn’t turned on the light earlier, sparing the child from seeing her.

In the past, Yumi would have immediately climbed into bed to sleep beside Jihoon. But this time, she glanced down at her own attire and hesitated.

She gently patted Jihoon, then turned as if to return to her own room, perhaps to sleep, or perhaps to change clothes.

But the moment she turned, she felt her skirt hem being firmly tugged by the “sleeping” Jihoon. Even in his sleep, he clung tightly to her skirt.

To Yumi, this was the child’s attachment to her, only she could offer this “wounded” child a sense of security.

Seeing this, I couldn’t help but admire little Jihoon.

He’d actually used “scheming tricks” to completely fool Yumi. That little rascal was exploiting her kindness to deceive her.

At that moment, my naturally suspicious nature stirred, and the first hint of hostility toward Jihoon began to form in my heart.

Simultaneously, I sensed the terrifying potential in this child.

So cunning at such a young age…what would become of him later? For the first time, I felt a sense of having invited a wolf into the house.

Yumi glanced down at Jihoon’s hand clutching her skirt and couldn’t help but give a wry smile. Truthfully, she could have easily pulled away by stepping back.

But she didn’t want to disappoint Jihoon’s trust and affection.

Instead, she climbed onto the bed, lay down beside him, and began patting his back like a mother soothing her child to sleep.

Gradually, Jihoon’s breathing evened out.

By then, Yumi was utterly exhausted.

After all, being abruptly woken up felt awful. While “lulling” Jihoon back to sleep, she’d yawned countless times.

Feeling Jihoon finally settled, Yumi prepared to drift off herself.

Though she didn’t know why Jihoon had suddenly been woken by nightmares again tonight, Yumi didn’t question it.

After all, not much time had passed, and it was perfectly normal for children to have occasional nightmares.

Seeing Yumi hadn’t returned to her own room, I sat at the computer, my heart racing with anxiety.

But what good would anxiety do now?

The footage was already history, events that had already unfolded. Time couldn’t be turned back.

My heart ached deeply as I watched the video continue to play, unsure if I had the courage to keep watching.

While I sat here trembling with fear, the Yumi in the video had slowly drifted into a deep sleep, her breathing becoming steady and even.

Yet at that very moment, Jihoon, who had been “sleeping” beside her, opened his eyes. Just like last time, those eyes shone brightly in the darkness.

Seeing Yumi dressed like this tonight, the excitement, greed, and madness in his eyes reached an unparalleled intensity.

To him, there was no better “scene” than this…