Day 24: Passion ⋮ Pt. I

Of course there were awkward instances that came with being a makeshift wife. At any given time, you could randomly cross paths with a former apprentice on the street with their actual wives in their arms. It was indeed a challenge to pretend you didn’t know the other person when you in fact knew what they looked like naked. How they liked to be pleasured in their marital bed. What they tasted like when you made them cum hard.

On your way to the Lee Manor, you wondered whether Lady Areum knew you had taken his brother-in-law as an apprentice once upon a time.

“Pardon the intrusion, my lady,” you bowed your head as you crossed the threshold of the front door, “Thank you very much for allowing us to call on you today.”

“Thank you for calling on me!” she chirped with energy levels unexpected from a new mother, “I do not get to see many folks nowadays as they are so convinced I shall be left alone. I would like to show off my son, thank you very much. Please, come in!”

You and Hyunjin walked inside the gigantic drawing room as the lady of the house disappeared into her son’s nursery. As you sat on that sofa side by side with Hyunjin with an appropriate amount of distance between you, it felt more than taking an apprentice on a field trip. For several seconds, you indeed deluded yourself into thinking you were a newly married couple visiting a more experienced one to pose questions about parenthood, barely able to wait until you went back home and started practicing everything you learned with your husband.

“Rowoon, look who came to visit you today!” Areum softly announced, beaming brighter than the most beautiful sunrise, “This is Young Lord Hwang. You shall grow up to be just like him one day!”

You inadvertently examined Hyunjin’s face as you had no idea what his stance was on having kids. Surely he would expand his family one day, but you had met your fair share of obligatory fathers who sired heirs just because they felt that they had to. They took no damage from it whereas their ladies and children were tasked with trying to bloom in arid lands where it never rained and painfully struggling. Not only was it unfair, but it was simply cruel.

Which was exactly why your heart almost took flight from your chest when you saw Hyunjin smiling at Rowoon with utter adoration.

“Would you like to hold him, my lord?”

“M-Me?” Hyunjin stuttered, incredulous of the honor bestowed upon him by the mother herself, “Of–Of course!”

Oh, good fucking god, this was just too much to witness.

The most beautiful man you had ever had the honor of subjecting your gaze to holding this little ball of sunshine in his embrace, making silly sounds just to make him giggle, singing lullabies to him when he started yawning… Anyone with a conscience would combust on the spot.

Then Hyunjin’s movements come to an abrupt halt.

Up until that moment, he had only read about it. How there was something called unconditional love. It never quite made sense to him because everything in its essence was conditional. Even when one did a ‘selfless’ deed, it was selfish. It was to make yourself feel better.

When Rowoon grabbed his thumb with his whole tiny hand, however, he felt something shift inside him. For good. If this child was ever in danger one day, he would gladly be his human shield and not even blink.

Fatherhood. Was that what it was supposed to be? Wasn’t fatherhood just about ordering around with no consequences for being an absentee?

“Would you like to hold him, too?”

You flinched in your place when you heard Lady Areum’s voice. Of course. Of course, you would. You would love to hold this pure happiness in your arms. And maybe pretend you and Hyunjin could create something like this one day. Something to devote your entire life to with him by your side.

You quickly shook your head to shoo away your delusions.

If only you knew you weren’t the only one severely malfunctioning. Seeing you smile from ear to ear while cooing at Rowoon, holding him in your safe embrace like you wanted to protect him from all the harm in the world, Hyunjin was overcome with a very strong urge to… to…

Good god, I need you to be the mother of my children.

“I apologize I cannot tend to you as long as I wish to,” Areum apologized, genuinely abashed, “I need to feed Rowoon, then put him to sleep.”

“Of course. We wouldn’t wish to interrupt your day, my lady,” you politely bowed to her, “Thank you so very much for allowing us into your beautiful home today. It was an absolute pleasure to meet the young lord!”

You and Hyunjin took your leave shortly after. It was silent on the way back to the Hwang Manor. Hyunjin looked utterly pensive, which was cause for a bit of concern for you, but if you knew what he was actually thinking about…

Lady Areum said she needed to feed her son. Hyunjin wasn’t stupid; he knew what that meant, and it fed his imagination something that never occurred to him before. All he could picture was you breastfeeding the child you sired together in the bedroom that belonged to the two of you, and it took an inhumane amount of effort not to pass out right in the middle of the street.

“Are you quite alright, my lord?” you lowered your head to look at him.

“Huh? Uh, y–yes,” he cleared his throat, “It’s a bit hot today, is it not?”

“Indeed,” you acknowledged and opened the parasol you were holding onto, “Here. Better now?”

Hyunjin responded with a little smile and linked his arm with yours out of the blue. You weren’t sure whether what you were feeling was panic or something else entirely.

“My lord, we are in public.”

“And?” he shrugged with no concern whatsoever, “Not only is this better for the two of us to get shade, but a gentleman is to observe manners at all times. What if you trip on a stone?”

You inadvertently chuckled. It had just been three weeks you spent together, but the change in Hyunjin’s demeanor was such a pleasant sight to witness. He was indeed on his way to become a man.

“I’m still waiting by the way,” he uttered while looking at the cobblestone road.

“For what, my lord?”

“Sermon of the day. You have one on fatherhood, no?” he looked at you rather curiously, but then suddenly averted his eyes, “And how to… how to become one.”

Oh.

What was the appropriate feeling when faced with such a question from him? Content? Endeared? Rabidly aroused?

You took a deep breath to control emotions and assumed the master role to the best of your ability.

“One could agree humans are evolved animals, but we are not. We don’t mate. We copulate,” you spoke rather seriously, “Which is why it is of vital importance to prepare your lady first before having intercourse with her. She does not exist to serve you. Kiss her. Caress her. Tell her how beautiful she is. Tell her how good she tastes. Then she will be more than willing to lay with you.”

Right in the middle of the street. Yes, you were speaking in a very hushed tone, but it was still in public. Although Hyunjin’s poise did not crack like the gentleman he was, his face was beet red, and he could feel himself fuming out of his ears. All he could think about was how you felt on his lips. How you felt under his touch when he broke goosebumps on your skin. How you tasted when he managed to get you all wet for himself. You. A woman like you. Willing to be that intimate with him. Then sleep in his arms all through the night.

“Would you uh… Would you like to do your embroidery in my room instead?” Hyunjin suggested as you walked into the manor, “It faces north. It should have better shade than yours.”

Ba-thump.

That particular beat of your heart was so strong that you felt it all throughout your body. He was inviting you to his room for the first time. It wasn’t anything scandalous per se; it was still the afternoon hours, but still…

Any space that carried traces of his scent needed to be declared a temple.

“Of course,” you brightly smiled at him, “I assume you will be reading. Would you like some lemonade with that?”

“That would be lovely. Thank you.”

While you were in the kitchen preparing his beverage, images of Hyunjin with Rowoon kept cropping up in your mind and you smiled to yourself. He had shown a completely different side of him with that baby. Seeing Rowoon being his lethally cute self had massively alerted your maternal instincts already, now add the fact that Hyunjin immediately assumed the role of a father like it was nothing… 

If that wasn’t going to make your biological clock go crazy, then what was?

“Here, my lord,” you put the sweating pitcher of lemonade on the little patio table in front of him.

“Thank you very m— Heavens, are you okay?!”

Hyunjin jumped to his feet with such panic that it scared the daylights out of you. You thought a scorpion was crawling on you for a second.

You wished it was a scorpion because it would be infinitely less embarrassing. When you looked down, you saw two large stains on your breasts instead.

“Goodness gracious!” you attempted to hide yourself.

“It’s okay. Look at me.”

He held your gaze for several seconds as if to calm you down, but the rest was purely instinctive. Once he saw the stains on your bosom, Hyunjin made a move to slowly drag your bust down to reveal your breasts whereas you were absolutely mortified. 

“I am your husband,” he held your hands to gently disarm you, “This is not inappropriate. Please let me see.”

“Hyunj—”

“Please, darling.”

No one in their right mind would have the willpower to resist when the only son of the Gyeonggi Hwangs called them darling. It was as simple as that.

You let him. You let him put your breasts on display. You let him swipe his thumbs on the firm skin. You let him place a kiss right between them, but you almost surrendered your soul in the meantime.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, was on the brink of going certifiably insane when he saw the white droplets on your nipples.

“Is this…” he thickly gulped, “Is this what I think it is?”

You didn’t know why it was. Maybe it was the fact that your maternal instincts were severely awakened that day. Maybe you wanted Hyunjin to fuck a baby into you. Maybe you wanted to carry his child. Maybe you wanted him to eat your pussy when you were pregnant and tell you how much sweeter it tasted now that you were stamped with his DNA all over. 

But nothing, absolutely nothing could give you the satisfaction of his semi-bewildered face when he looked at you with absolute arousal in his eyes.

You nodded.

Your eyes were closed. You felt his long fingers brush down your cheek like a warm breeze. You couldn’t move. You could barely breathe. The air enveloping the two of you was getting more condensed, signaling that he was getting closer. And closer. 

And closer to you.

“Teach me,” he quietly spoke against your lips, “Teach me about the original sin, darling.”

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