Husband Role - Episode 37

“……Drip.”

Jung-hyuk stroked Eun-seol’s back with a low but tender voice. Eun-seol quietly looked up at Jung-hyuk. Then, she pouted her lips a few times before bursting into tears again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

She apologized repeatedly, wiping away tears with the back of her hand. Jung-hyuk carefully lowered her arm and hugged her again. The car was filled with Eun-seol’s sobs.

Jung-hyuk felt sorry for her. And at the same time, grateful.

He didn’t know where such courage came from in her small body. In front of so many people… in front of such sharp gazes… Eun-seol, who stood in front of Jung-hyuk without being intimidated, was truly mysterious.

“I should have held it in…”

Eun-seol repeatedly blamed herself. Jung-hyuk quietly accepted her tears.

“Jung-hyuk, you’ve been holding it in for so long… Who am I to… to step up and cause trouble like this?sob.”

“You’re right.”

Jung-hyuk hugged Eun-seol tightly and continued.

“I’ve been holding it in for too long.”

That’s right.

“It felt good.”

“……Sob.”

And Jung-hyuk said quietly.

“Thank you for taking my side.”

Eun-seol, who had been crying quietly at his soft voice, belatedly returned the answer.

She hadn’t even repaid a fraction of what she had received from him.

“You…”

His eyes were also red.

The solid frame cracked and finally broke. Perhaps it had been cracked from the beginning.

Little by little, little by little, and today.

Finally, Eun-seol settled in Jung-hyuk’s heart.

Jung-hyuk, who returned after finishing the call, nodded.

“What did your mother say?”

Eun-seol, who had barely calmed down, asked back.

“She told me to do as I please.”

Jung-hyuk replied with a slight smile.

“What about… what she said…?”

Eun-seol recalled Kyung-ha, who had stopped her earlier. She felt so sorry for her mother-in-law. She must have had a hard time cleaning up the mess.

“Her voice was the same as usual.”

Despite Jung-hyuk’s answer, Eun-seol’s mind was busy. She felt heavy-hearted, thinking that she had disappointed Kyung-ha.

“She said you don’t have to worry.”

He said that as he shifted the gear to drive mode. And he increased the speed.

By the time they arrived in Ulsan, it was long after nightfall. Eun-seol took in Jung-hyuk’s space, which she was seeing for the first time.

The brand officetel was larger than she had expected. It looked more like a home than a residence for a man living alone.

Moreover, it was very clean.

All the appliances were optional, and the furniture was all achromatic.

The art wall where the television should have been was empty. Instead, a neat navy-colored sideboard was placed underneath. Wedding photos and diffusers lined up on top of it.

Eun-seol smiled faintly, touching the edge of the frame.

“You put them here.”

“They’re in the office too.”

Eun-seol turned around at the unexpected answer.

“Really…? That’s surprising…”

As Eun-seol murmured quietly, he chuckled and opened his mouth, “At first,” he began.

“Being a married man was just convenient. I was socially recognized and got rid of annoying things. But at some point.”

As Eun-seol nodded slightly, he continued quietly.

“Those things didn’t matter at all. I just ended up looking at this picture.”

“Because you wanted to see it?”

She asked with a slightly expectant voice. Then Jung-hyuk replied, “Well,” and held out his hand.

She could feel a lot more from his expression than from his words. He was definitely a poet.

Eun-seol suppressed her ticklish heart and took Jung-hyuk’s hand.

He led her to a spacious terrace. Just then, a gentle breeze blew from somewhere.

“……Wow.”

The Taehwa River, a famous landmark of Ulsan, was visible at a glance below the terrace. The orange lights curved along the river were breathtakingly beautiful.

“You live in a nice place.”

“Indeed.”

“Don’t you like it?”

“I’m too busy sleeping when I get home.”

Or working, he added, stroking Eun-seol’s hair.

“……You must be lonely.”

Eun-seol murmured in a plaintive voice. Jung-hyuk didn’t answer. Didn’t silence also mean affirmation? Eun-seol thought so.

“Then why… did you leave me in Seoul?”

Jung-hyuk frowned slightly, as if he had heard an unexpected question.

“……Because it was a political marriage that started without love?”

She asked again. Jung-hyuk replied briefly, “No.”

“Then why?”

“I’m dying to know,” she urged, and Jung-hyuk chuckled.

“Because I don’t know when you’ll be back in school.”

“Ah…”

Eun-seol didn’t know that Jung-hyuk had thought that far. And he had never asked about Eun-seol’s future. He was just watching quietly.

Eun-seol felt ashamed. Jung-hyuk was always looking ahead to points she hadn’t even thought of. It had been like that for a long time. It wasn’t just because of the age difference.

He was just that kind of person from the beginning.

“And.”

Jung-hyuk gently wiped the corners of Eun-seol’s lips and added.

“I thought you’d be lonely here.”

“There’s no one here,” he said with a serious look. Eun-seol choked up at that.

“Is it okay for you to be lonely?”

“I’m used to it.”

I don’t even know what that is.

Eun-seol teared up again at his nonchalant reply.

“You’re really like a faucet.”

Jung-hyuk bent his large back to meet Eun-seol’s eye level. And after gently wiping her eyes, he gave her a light kiss.

Eun-seol, startled, opened her eyes wide. Then he smiled quietly.

“So, this is how it works.”

Eun-seol blinked her moist eyelashes and stared back at him.

“To stop the tears.”

And he swallowed Eun-seol’s lips. The magnificent night view spread out behind Jung-hyuk was as unrealistic as it was wonderful.

But it soon became blurred. Because all that remained for Eun-seol, who had closed her eyes, was the sensation that Jung-hyuk gave her.

The next day, Sunday morning. Thin rays of light coming through the blinds poked at Eun-seol’s eyelids. As Eun-seol frowned, a faint shadow fell over her.

Eun-seol knew what it was. It must be Jung-hyuk’s hand. She still closed her eyes and pulled Jung-hyuk’s hand. And she rubbed it against her cheek and smiled sheepishly.

“……”

Jung-hyuk didn’t react much. Eun-seol continued to touch his hand as if she didn’t care. Then, she hugged Jung-hyuk’s broad chest and wriggled, occupying it.

“Good morning.”

Eun-seol said with a bright smile, like a child riding on a big ship. Jung-hyuk looked down at Eun-seol with narrow eyes.

“Good morning.”

He returned the morning greeting by gently squeezing one of Eun-seol’s breasts. She frowned and made a face.

“You’ve done it three times by morning.”

She meant she couldn’t do it anymore.

She had just woken up after sleeping for about 3 hours. She didn’t know if Jung-hyuk had slept. She had just fallen asleep first, and when she opened her eyes, he was just there with a very clear face.

“If you were worried, you shouldn’t have come on top of me.”

Jung-hyuk whispered, quickly pinning Eun-seol down. And he began to devour Eun-seol’s lips.

Eun-seol shook her head, overwhelmed by the weight pressing down on her body.

“It’s good even if you don’t take it off.”

A terribly low voice licked past Eun-seol’s ear. She shivered at that.

……I really don’t think I can.

Eun-seol whispered pleadingly.

“When the weekend marriage ends.”

Jung-hyuk continued, touching his lips to Eun-seol’s collarbone.

“This is everyday life.”

Can you handle it?

He asked that. There was a reason for that. It was because Eun-seol had told Jung-hyuk last night that she wanted to end the weekend marriage.

There was one thing Jung-hyuk didn’t know about Eun-seol.

She wasn’t the type to run away when she was intimidated. Rather, she was a woman who would glare and somehow fight back.

Therefore, Eun-seol hugged Jung-hyuk’s neck and murmured softly.

“Please be gentle, it’s still hot.”

At her hesitant yet bold request, Jung-hyuk’s eyes turned black with lust.

He lowered his body instead of answering.

The tongue, which first teased the apex of her chest, became a brush and slid over her body. Passing over her concave belly, he lowered his face further down.

“……Hngh.”

Eun-seol gripped the charcoal-colored bedding tightly. The more Jung-hyuk attacked Eun-seol, the more the bed was messed up.

“Haaah…!”

He squeezed her small buttocks tightly, leaving handprints.

“Haa…”

The deeper his kiss became, the more violent his grip on her buttocks became. Embarrassingly wet sounds filled the master room.

As Eun-seol arched her back, Jung-hyuk spurred on. After she let out a scream-like moan, he also raised his upper body.

“You’re still nervous.”

“Haa, haa…”

Eun-seol looked up at her husband with teary eyes.

Sharply cut features, savagely developed muscles, and bluish veins looked almost beast-like.

“Why can’t you relax?”

He asked back, stimulating her with his part. With a squelching sound, Eun-seol opened her knees.

“Ha,” he laughed.

“Eun-seol, you need to do it a lot.”

Jung-hyuk said, giving Eun-seol’s sweat-soaked forehead a gentle kiss. He sounded genuinely concerned, but it was a contradictory kiss.

“Bite down hard.”

At his instruction, Eun-seol wrapped her legs around him, which she had opened languidly.

“Good, like that.”

And Jung-hyuk began to slam his whole body down.

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