My Beautiful Wife – NTR

Chapter 035: Last Day

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That evening, Jihoon seemed determined to prove himself.

He did everything Yumi asked, completing his homework quickly and thoroughly.

Normally, after finishing his assignments, especially math, Yumi would meticulously review them.

But as Jihoon neared completion, she went to her bedroom to change into her pajamas.

By the time she returned, he had already handed her the finished work.

“Mom, I finished my homework. Take a look…”

Jihoon seemed quite pleased with his speed today, eager to show off his accomplishment.

“Finished so quickly? Let’s see how it’s done…”

Yumi took Jihoon’s homework to check it.

Having a homeroom teacher as a mother had its perks…she could give him extra attention right at home.

“Excellent! This is the first time you’ve gotten every single problem correct, and your handwriting is so neat…”

Yumi closed the homework book with a satisfied smile.

For a mother, nothing brought her greater joy than seeing her son excel.

“It’s because Mom taught me well…” Hearing Yumi’s praise, Jihoon beamed with pride.

Finally, he was showing off his skills in front of her.

“When did you become so sweet-talking?”

Yumi handed the homework back to Jihoon, telling him to put it away.

“My lips have always been this sweet…”

Jihoon said before turning to put the homework back into his backpack.

Hearing his words, Yumi suddenly froze, as if remembering something.

Her face flushed slightly.

When Jihoon returned with the homework, Yumi was still sitting on the bed, staring blankly into space, lost in thought.

“Mom, what are you thinking about?” Seeing her expression, Jihoon couldn’t help but ask.

“Ah… nothing. Go rest now…” Yumi snapped back to reality after Jihoon called out to her twice.

She looked flustered, like someone caught red-handed doing something wrong, and then hurriedly told Jihoon to go to bed.

I pondered her earlier words.

What had Yumi been lost in thought about?

After much deliberation, it must have been Jihoon’s remark, “My lips have always been this sweet.”

Jihoon had only casually uttered that playful line, yet in Yumi’s mind, it inevitably brought back memories of their first kiss.

Back then, when Jihoon kissed her lips, she must have tasted the flavor of his mouth too.

Jihoon’s offhand remark had unexpectedly stirred something within Yumi.

In the video, just as Yumi was preparing for bed, her phone rang.

During our call, perhaps still stirred by Jihoon’s unintentional “provocation” and compounded by last night’s events, Yumi avoided any mention of Jihoon.

Watching her on the screen, I noticed for the first time how distracted and unfocused she seemed while speaking with me.

Seeing this, I felt Yumi’s change was happening far too quickly.

Jihoon had been at my place for less than a month, yet so much had already unfolded.

But upon reflection, perhaps it was simply because Jihoon was new here, and Yumi hadn’t adjusted to many things yet.

With time, she’d likely grow accustomed to things like kissing or unexpectedly encountering someone in the bathroom.

Then things wouldn’t feel awkward anymore…they’d become much more natural.

Yumi’s feelings and reactions toward Jihoon were only natural; after all, getting to know him would take time, and her affection for him would gradually grow.

Maybe I was overthinking things and worrying too much.

Once I realized this, I felt a bit more at ease and reassured.

“Jihoon, your dad will be back tomorrow. You’ll have to sleep on your own then, okay? Mommy can’t stay with you…”

After hanging up with me, Yumi went straight to Jihoon’s bedroom.

Before climbing into bed, she spoke to him, a hint of apology seeming to flicker across her charming face.

“Oh…”

Jihoon knew this day would come eventually, and his face couldn’t help but show disappointment.

“Sweetheart, when Daddy’s not here, Mommy will always sleep with you, okay?”

Seeing his disappointment, a flicker of heartache and reluctance crossed Yumi’s eyes. She stepped forward and embraced him.

Since Jihoon was sitting on the bedside while Yumi stood, his head naturally rested against her chest when she held him.

Following Yumi’s embrace, Jihoon’s head nestled into her chest.

This was the first time Yumi had held him in this way.

While there was nothing unusual about such a posture between mother and son, it felt slightly odd… Jihoon, whose physique was no smaller than Yumi’s, being held in the arms of the comparatively slender Yumi.

With his eyes closed, Jihoon rested his cheek against Yumi’s full breast, quietly inhaling her scent.

Though she maintained a calm facade, having a grown boy with no blood relation pressed against her most private area caused a faint blush to rise to her cheeks.

Despite her efforts to control it, her breathing became uneven.

“Okay, Mom. Thank you for being so good to me…”

Jihoon murmured in her embrace.

“I am your mother now, and I always will be. Barring any surprises, you might be my only child. Who else would I cherish if not you…”

Yumi stroked Jihoon’s hair before gently pushing him away from her embrace.

“Can you hold me while I sleep tonight, Mom?”

Jihoon asked cheerfully after leaving her embrace.

“How old are you? Still needing your mommy to hold you while you sleep…”

Yumi’s face flushed slightly as she scolded him playfully.

They climbed into bed.

Yumi lay on her side facing Jihoon.

He lowered his body and buried his head in her embrace.

Yumi wrapped her arms around his head.

Tonight was their last night together, and neither seemed willing to let go of this chance to “bond.”

From her words and actions, it was clear Yumi had grown accustomed to resting with Jihoon, their bond deepening with each passing night.

As the bedroom light switched off, darkness enveloped the room.

Through the camera’s night vision, I saw Jihoon’s head gently nestling in Yumi’s embrace, blatantly taking liberties under the cover of her affection.

“You little rascal, stop touching your mom like that, hehe…”

With Yumi’s playful scolding, the bedroom fell silent.

After finishing the last video, I shut down the computer and walked to the large window in my office.

Stretching lazily, I wondered: Tonight I wasn’t home, so Yumi must be sleeping with Jihoon again?

Why did I suddenly feel a pang of loneliness at that moment?

As if I had become the odd one out in this family…

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