NLFSD Chapter 111

Chapter 111 – Extra Episode 11

Kim Min‑ji shared the highest‑quality sites and tips for photo editing. She also explained how to sleeve photo cards in thin protective films, or to house them in rigid cases to enjoy them like mini frames.

Seo Taecheon uploaded every saved photo of Jiwoon from his phone to have them made into photo cards. Not a single picture was anything less than beautiful; he couldn’t exclude a one. One to use, one to keep, one for emergencies, and another in case of war or evacuation — four copies of each. Three days later, the parcel arrived.

He admired the lovingly edited solo shots of Jiwoon, their couple photos, and Mango’s ultrasound cards, then carefully tucked a handpicked set into his wallet.

He had brought them on the trip — but they couldn’t match the real thing. A body he had held and touched would not be replaced by photos.

He rubbed the plastic‑sleeved photocard with his thumb and unlocked his phone. There was a video from the seaside trip they’d taken together. In it, Jiwoon played footsie in the foam; his sunlit bare feet were flawless. Hearing that laughter only deepened the ache of missing him.

Ha… there’s no cure for me. No cure at all.

Next he drew out the photocard made from Mango’s ultrasound. Honestly, he could barely tell which part was a face and which a foot. Even when the doctor explained it at every scan, he still found himself asking, And how is this our Mango…?

Still, knowing what lay within made it precious, meaningful in itself.

Come to think of it, Mango would soon be born. The doctor said it was a boy — would he take after me? Or would he look like Jiwoon, and be pretty as a picture? My skin’s a little dusky, but Jiwoon’s is snow‑white. Our hair and eye colors are miles apart.

If he takes after me, he’ll be very tall… He’s already large for the week count, heavier too; perhaps he will.

He longed for a stamped‑from‑me son, but secretly, he wanted the baby to look like Jiwoon even more. A face that lovely deserves to be recorded in human history. If not, humankind is poorer for it.

He imagined a world with two people that beautiful. For once in his life, he found himself thanking a God he’d never believed in.

What kind of baby will be born? Gazing past the blurred grayscale image, he drifted into thought.

The schedule was grueling — meetings and site visits from morning to night. By the time the dinner with the other side’s executives ended, it was late.

For top managers, a business dinner isn’t just for talking shop. It’s a forum for debate and soft lobbying, a place to build human ties so things move more smoothly.

All business makes for poor results, so he shared that he was an overseas‑educated returnee, a father‑to‑be, and a man who missed his Omega in Korea terribly. The shared ground softened the room; they exchanged wine back and forth.

As a result, he returned to his hotel far later than planned. In his room, he rinsed off in cold water and slipped into a single robe. He drank cold mineral water and reached for his phone — then paused. The time‑zone chart made it clear: it was still dawn in Seoul.

Late riser Jiwoon would not be awake. He longed to hear that voice, but it would be hours. A quick count said three or four at least.

“Phew…”

Since it was late, he should sleep — or stay up and wait to hear Jiwoon’s voice before bed? While he pondered, a text arrived.

Are you awake, Taecheon?

It was Jiwoon. A surprise to find him up at this hour, and he replied at once.

I’m up. Can I call?

The phone rang immediately. A slightly husky voice came through.

— Taecheon, have you just finished work?

“Yes. It ran late — I just got back to my room. It’s dawn there; you’re up already?”

— I woke early.

“You’re not unwell, are you?”

— No way. I had the checkup yesterday — baby and I are both healthy.

“Thank goodness.”

— And hearing your voice early is wonderful.

“I feel the same. It’s nice to end the day with you.”

Though their bodies were apart, hearing each other made them certain they shared the same feeling. Naturally, Jiwoon’s face filled his mind, his beloved body followed.

I want to touch. I want to feel.

Before he knew it, he was imagining stroking Jiwoon’s white nape. Lately, his skin had grown even softer. Already fair and smooth, pregnancy had made it especially plush. That feel had once driven him to the edge when he held Jiwoon.

He hadn’t grown breasts — a man, after all — but the nipples had grown larger. When they first noticed, both had been flustered. He’d learned sometimes hormones lighten skin tone and pale the nipples and perineum.

He pretended to be calm, but he could hardly control his arousal.

His hands sought Jiwoon’s chest at every turn. Lying together at night, he would hug him, stroke his back, then slip a hand under the T‑shirt to tease a nipple. A little touch made them peak visibly under the fabric. They weren’t tiny now; bigger, more distinct — visually potent.

Then his touch grew persistent, and Jiwoon would whimper, embarrassed. Each time, he soothed him and covered the fabric with his lips. When his tongue teased, Jiwoon didn’t know where to put himself, moaning helplessly. Not only larger, they were more sensitive, too.

When he toyed both buds at once, Jiwoon would squirm, on the verge of release from just that. His body responded faithfully to the stimulus Taecheon gave.

The perineum, flushed pink, drove him wild as well. As birth neared, that rosy perineum grew plumper. As sexual responsiveness increased, the slick from his back passage increased too; Jiwoon was often damp there. When that plump perineum grew sticky‑wet, Taecheon’s eyes rolled. He gladly buried his face between those legs, drinking the sweetness.

The first time he put his mouth there, Jiwoon had recoiled in a shock — he’d even kicked him off the bed once. Later, learning the resistance wasn’t dislike but sheer intensity, there was no letting go. Taecheon persisted, licking and sucking at that tight entrance.

The opening was small; his tongue was thick, not easy to thrust in. But when he pressed the pleats apart and lapped at the inner mucosa with force, Jiwoon always hardened tautly. With just sucking at the opening and perineum, he sometimes climaxed.

Afterwards, mortified, he’d hide his face — but Taecheon adored that lewd dampness. He was deeply satisfied that only he saw Jiwoon spread like that, showing him the slick aperture.

Thank God it’s me — that I’m the Alpha married to him. The idea that other men didn’t know this Jiwoon suited him just fine.

Sometimes he worried that his surging possessiveness looked dangerous. Once, he’d been the very image of restraint; now, one could accuse him of meeting Jiwoon only for his body — he laid him down any time he had a moment.

He acted composed and hid the wildness, but he was a man filled to the brim with lust.

— Honey, what are you doing?

Just hearing that bright voice made him hard. Good thing he was alone — others would be horrified.

“Jiwoon, are you alone right now?”

— Of course. I’m at home.

“Then which room are you in? On the bed?”

— Uh… actually I’m in the dressing room. Getting your clothes.

“My clothes — why?”

— I’ve been sleeping under them lately. They’re so much cozier than the duvet. And I love the scent.

A twinge shot through his chest. He remembered Jiwoon once curled up like a nest in a heap of his clothes, sleeping softly. No one would understand how unbearably lovely he had looked.

And he’d been doing it again, secretly — the thought made him want to fly back to Korea this instant. He yearned to sprint to the airport and board the next flight — except, damn it, there were still two days of meetings left.

He sank onto the bed, raking back his still‑damp hair.

“Then you’re taking my clothes to the bed?”

— That’s right. I just came into the master bedroom. I’m about to lie down.

“…Jiwoon, do you know those words are provoking me?”

He warned in a low voice — any further and he wouldn’t be able to handle it. But Jiwoon did not back down.

— Of course. I said it on purpose. I wanted to see how you’d react.

He gave a small laugh as he said it.