NLFSD Chapter 103(NSFW)

Chapter 103 – Extra Episode 3(NSFW)

That night, while Seo Taecheon was asleep, Lee Jiwoon secretly searched for aprons on his phone. To his surprise, the world of aprons was vast and deep. At first, no matter how diligently he searched, all that came up were floral-printed or polka-dotted standard aprons. Occasionally, heavy-duty waterproof aprons for cafeteria cooks would appear, and he would simply press the back button in disappointment.

After an hour of struggling, he finally found a shopping mall dedicated to event aprons.

From plain white aprons with no patterns to bright red ones, sheer mesh aprons, and even leather ones—the variety was endless. He couldn’t understand how anyone was meant to cook wearing something like that. It was obvious that the designs were all focused on being provocative rather than practical.

Since lace or leather didn’t match his pure and modest charm, Jiwoon chose a frilly pure white apron. It came with waist straps that tied into a ribbon at the back, meaning it wouldn’t squeeze his stomach.

“No need to splurge on something expensive and fancy. I’m the real gift, after all. Perfect. This one will do.”

Jiwoon selected the express delivery option and completed the payment.

As expected of a logistics powerhouse, the parcel arrived the next morning. He opened the box, tore up the invoice into pieces, and discarded the branded packaging box in the recycling bin.

And then the long-awaited wearing ceremony. Standing before the full-length mirror, he stripped completely and tried on the apron. In reality, it looked far more extravagant and dazzling than it had in the pictures, and—above all—outrageously seductive. He wondered if it was even okay to be this daring: the view from the back was scandalously enticing.

“This is insane….”

Taecheon would be shocked, without a doubt. He had never once shown him a look like this before.

Since meeting Seo Taecheon, Jiwoon had never worn anything unusual. At work, he was always dressed in suits, and at best, during the summer, he wore thin shirts with slacks—that was about as casual as it got. That was his most “relaxed” look.

After their relationship began, he did wear more everyday outfits, but Jiwoon was never one to favor loud clothing or eccentric items, nor did he have much interest in fashion. The only thing that surprised him was the price of the clothes Taecheon bought for him. Even in luxury brand stores, he never chose bold or avant-garde items—always opting for safe, plain ones.

But humans were indeed strange creatures. Simply changing one’s clothing could alter an entire image. Wearing nothing but an apron over his bare body transformed him into someone entirely different.

Jiwoon examined both his front and back in the mirror. His long legs and slender arms revealed in front were enticing enough, but it was undeniably the back view that stole the gaze. His smooth back, plump hips, bare white thighs, and sleek calves were all fully exposed.

When he spread his legs slightly, the forbidden place was exposed completely. Utter defenselessness.

Ah, so this is what this kind of clothing was made for. It was designed for sex, to make it instantly accessible.

It was a little embarrassing, but since he had come this far, retreating wasn’t an option. If he was going to do it, he had to go all out.

He took a few commemorative selfies and then practiced the lines he had prepared.

“Darling, the wedding anniversary gift… is me. What do you think, do you like it?”

Even to his own eyes, it was dangerously provocative; how much more so would it be to Taecheon?

Jiwoon was almost unbearably excited for the grand D-DAY to arrive.

Two days later, the wedding anniversary morning dawned.

Although he hadn’t set an alarm since it was Saturday, Seo Taecheon woke up before eight to a clattering commotion. Clang! Rustle, clink-clank! Strange, unidentifiable sounds were coming from the kitchen beyond the door.

About half an hour earlier, Jiwoon had quietly slipped out of bed. He had tiptoed away silently and hadn’t returned since.

Of course Taecheon had noticed. He knew that Jiwoon had been preparing some kind of anniversary surprise.

At first, he had thought he was the only one paying attention to their anniversary, but Jiwoon was just as dedicated. Every night in his sleep he would mutter, flowers… table mats… the gift… How could Taecheon not know? He also knew Jiwoon would secretly stare at his phone late into the night. Though he wanted to pull him into his arms and lull him to sleep, knowing late nights weren’t good for his health, Taecheon couldn’t bring himself to interrupt Jiwoon’s enthusiasm.

It seemed the goal was a surprise party, so he had to play along and pretend not to know.

But what on earth was going on in the kitchen? It sounded like cooking, yet there were all these strange screeches and bangs.

Could he have hurt himself?

Taecheon thought about waiting longer but eventually got up and opened the bedroom door. In the kitchen, Jiwoon was frantically stir-frying and boiling things. He was so focused that he didn’t even notice Taecheon quietly moving around behind him. Peeking over his shoulder, Taecheon deduced that it was probably some type of Western cuisine being prepared.

When moisture hit the hot pan, whoosh! flames leapt up. Oil splattered everywhere, making Jiwoon flinch. Worried sick about him getting burned, Taecheon exhaled in relief when he saw Jiwoon put on a mask and sturdy rubber gloves.

Satisfied, he went back to bed and lay down again. Soon after, the bedroom door opened, and Jiwoon carefully came inside. Taecheon continued feigning deep sleep.

“Darling, wake up.”

“Mmm…”

“Darling, come on, please wake up?”

Jiwoon shook Taecheon’s shoulder gently. Had he prepared a beautiful table and now wanted to invite him? Taecheon’s heart swelled with pride. But the moment he opened his eyes, he nearly fell over in shock.

Jiwoon was wearing a frilly apron he had never seen before—bare arms, bare legs fully exposed. He was wearing absolutely nothing underneath.

“J-Jiwoon… What… what is this…?”

So flustered, his raw reaction slipped out. Unlike his usual composed, calm self, Taecheon’s breathing turned ragged, and his words faltered.

“This is a gift for you, darling.”

Smiling sweetly, Jiwoon climbed onto his lap. His bare bottom pressed tightly against Taecheon’s pajama pants. With nothing underneath, the soft, plump sensation could be felt vividly through the thin layer of fabric.

“Ha…”

“Well? Do you like it?”

Swinging his calves playfully as he asked, Jiwoon teased. Taecheon laughed out loud.

“Like it? I feel like my very personality is about to change.”

Beneath Jiwoon’s bottom, Taecheon was already hard. His thigh muscles had tensed, unmistakable with the blood rushing down.

Jiwoon was delighted.

So, it was true what they said: no man could resist the “nude apron.”

Well, if he flipped the thought around: if Taecheon stripped completely naked and climbed into bed wearing only an apron, wouldn’t he also collapse from joy—maybe even a heart attack?

“Then let’s hurry out and eat breakfast.”

Jiwoon pulled Taecheon’s hands, trying to drag him along, but Taecheon’s own powerful pull was stronger. With a swift tug, Jiwoon fell back onto the bed. Taecheon braced himself over him.

“Darling, I said let’s eat…”

“Can’t we eat a little later?”

“Why?”

“Because right now, Jiwoon… what I want to eat is you.”

Gasp—Jiwoon’s breath caught. Taecheon’s large hand slid between his bare thighs. His face flushed crimson. With no underwear whatsoever, he had zero shield of protection.

“W-wait a moment!”

He struggled, but with Taecheon’s body wedged firmly between his thighs, escape was impossible. Pressing right against his puckered opening was Taecheon’s thick fingertip. As it rubbed gently, the spot naturally grew wet.

“Mmgh…”

Since pregnancy, Jiwoon’s body definitely became more sensitive, producing more fluid than before. He had always been quick to moisten, but nowadays, just a little foreplay drenched him as if in a flood.

Dense pheromones saturated the air. Taecheon stroked his legs, squeezing his thighs before lifting one high and sinking his mouth to the back of Jiwoon’s knee. Jiwoon moaned tremulously.

Taecheon savored his long legs and delicate ankles with slow, deliberate bites. Of all Jiwoon’s features, Taecheon had a particular fondness for his ankles. Not for any special reason, but simply because that was where his pheromones clung strongest.

In fact, his wrists, collarbone, and nape also radiated potent scents. The stronger Taecheon exuded his Alpha pheromones, the more Jiwoon’s Omega instincts responded in kind. Their scents intertwined, heightening each other’s arousal.

Pheromones were mysterious things. For those born with secondary genders, pheromones weren’t just a scent. Though detected through smell, they acted as a form of nonverbal communication. They conveyed seduction, arousal, rejection—through pheromones one could sense a partner’s psychological state.

Burying his face into Jiwoon’s neck, Taecheon inhaled deeply.

A crisp orange scent brushed his nose. Bright, refreshing, full of clarity—but behind it smoldered intense physical desire. Hidden within was a metaphor: a plea to be teased, to be consumed. Taecheon’s blood ran hot. His urge to ravish Jiwoon to the fullest surged uncontrollably.

Though Jiwoon was already his, overflowing possessiveness kept surging high. He wanted to soak the luscious body beneath him entirely in his pheromones.

“Haah…”

His finger slid inside between Jiwoon’s legs. His thick finger parted the tight entrance, and slick liquid dripped along his knuckles, soaking the sheets.

After prying open the taut inner walls, he added more fingers. As his hand worked in and out, squelching, obscene noises leaked from the hole.

“Uh… ngh, T-Taecheon…”

Jiwoon’s face flushed intensely. He tried muffling his moans by covering his mouth with his hand. Taecheon brushed that hand aside and instead stuffed his own finger into Jiwoon’s lips, making him suck. Jiwoon obediently licked and sucked as if Taecheon’s finger were his cock. Meanwhile, rapid thrusts into his lower hole made Jiwoon convulse and spill.

“Haah… ha….”

Exhaustion washed over him as he panted hard. He no longer needed direct stimulation in the front—only his back could bring him to climax now. When Taecheon pounded the spots he loved most, Jiwoon would cry out shrilly and cum again and again.

“Taecheon…”

“Come here.”