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The man laid her down straight and climbed on top of her. I thought he was going to insert himself again because I wasn't finished yet.
But why do we take off condoms and throw them away?
The moment his copper-colored penis, soaked in her liquid, fell onto her stomach, she came to her senses. Could it be that he was trying to make her pregnant again while she was too exhausted to resist?
"Huh...."
"ha...."
As I was kissing him passionately, I once again began to suspect that this was all just an act. It was the time when I held my still throbbing penis in my hand to prevent it from going back in.
"Ugh... ."
The man who had been gently mixing his tongues suddenly took his lips off and let out a strangled moan. It wasn't just a moan that he let out. The white liquid that poured out from the tip of his penis pooled in Grace's stomach. The man smiled refreshingly as if it wasn't a mistake, and kissed her lips as he whispered.
"good night."
Every time she opened her eyes, fighting against the drowsiness that was coming, the sight was different. When she opened her eyes to the feeling of something warm, she saw a man wiping her body with a wet towel.
"... Yes, Grace."
When I suddenly opened my eyes to the sound of someone calling me, I saw sad-looking blue eyes looking down at me from a distance.
"ruler."
The man closed her eyes and gently kissed her eyelids.
"If I'm going to be treated like a whore whether I sleep with you or not, I might as well become a whore who sleeps with you."
Since he said such things during the affair, I wondered if today's affair was revenge for yesterday's.
"I love you, Grace."
But he held her in his arms as she fell asleep and told her that he loved her again today.
Why.
Why, even after being treated so cruelly yesterday? I thought that even that great love would crack like the smile the man had at that moment.
Grace, who had fallen back asleep, suddenly opened her eyes. The light on the nightstand, which she had forgotten to turn off, was dimly illuminating the bedroom. Because of that, what was happening on the bed was clearly reflected on the black glass window.
The man was asleep. Holding her in his arms. His face looked peaceful as he rested his chin on Grace's head and closed his eyes.
Ellie also sleeps holding her stuffed animal like that. That happy expression is also the same as Ellie sleeping with Muffin in her arms.
Could it be the same face you had the day you fell asleep while holding me in your arms in the torture chamber?
Now I know why you wanted it today too.
As soon as Grace lost the power to resist, he transformed into a loving lover. This was probably the moment the man had been looking forward to the most tonight. Maybe it had been that way from the beginning.
When Grace met my sad eyes, she couldn't bear it and closed her eyes.
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Leon opened his eyes and felt relieved the moment he saw his cheeks and shoulders bathed in the bluish light of dawn.
Grace is still in his arms.
He wrapped his loose limbs more tightly around her body. He let out a languid sigh at the soft and fluffy sensation as he kissed her head.
"Ugh, Ellie... the bakery isn't open yet... ."
Leon chuckled quietly as Grace muttered in a sleepy voice. Don't wake up. He stroked her arm slowly, and her breathing became calm again. He closed his eyes again.
However, as if Grace's snoring was a signal, small footsteps could be heard outside the door, and I had no choice but to admit that the peace was on the verge of being shattered. The sound of doors being swung open seemed to be getting closer, and eventually, the door here swung open and a child's voice could be heard.
"dad?"
I turned my head and saw Ellie standing there in her pajamas, holding a muffin, rubbing her eyes.
"Hello, Ellie."
Leon reached out to his daughter and asked.
"did you sleep well?"
But Eli didn't answer and just puffed up his cheeks.
"hungry?"
The child shook his head repeatedly.
"restroom?"
This time, Leon shook his head again and his options were limited. What else could he need at this early in the morning if not those two?
"Then why?"
"Mom is gone. Where is Mom?"
"ah...."
Leon was just leaning back to cover Grace, meaning that his mother was here. Suddenly, Ellie's eyes widened and she ran to the bed, shouting.
"Mom, it's Ellie's!"
As soon as the child got into bed, he got really upset and came between him and his mother.
"Why are you sleeping with Mom? This is my seat!"
Leon flinched back as Ellie crawled under the covers and almost slid between his legs. The child who had been a ferocious wolf to him had become a gentle lamb showering his mother with kisses.
"Mom."
"Huh? Why?"
Ellie began to sob as Grace held her, still unable to open her eyes.
"Ellie is lonely. Mom is worried at night, so Ellie can't sleep well."
I slept without even knowing it wasn't there. Leon laughed and ran his hand through Ellie's messy blonde hair. The child, who was wriggling and digging into her mother's arms, suddenly raised her head and asked.
"But Mom, why are you taking all your clothes off?"
At that moment, Grace turned bright red from face to neck.
"...because it's hot."
"Is it hot?"
As the innocent child began to fan herself with a serious expression, the man sat up with a mischievous grin. The man was also naked, not wearing a single thread. Grace was startled and hugged Ellie, covering her head so she couldn't turn her head.
The man who got out of bed headed to the dressing room. Since he didn't close the door, Grace could clearly see his back as he stood in front of the wardrobe putting on clothes.
Have you lost more weight than before?
Now I notice that the outline of my muscles is more prominent.
Meanwhile, Ellie buried her face in Grace's chest and sniffed, not knowing the real reason why her mother was holding her so tightly, and then cried out.
"Mom smells like dad."
I thought she would tell me to wash up because she didn't like it, but Ellie clung to her body even more and sniffed at her. Now, even the chest where Ellie's head was buried was turning bright red.
"Mom, let's play with dolls."
"Mom, I want to sleep more. I said it hasn't come out yet."
The child raised his head, extended his index finger, and held it out in front of Grace's eyes.
"Ellie, I'll give you one minute."
"One hour."
"5 minutes."
"30 minutes."
Leon, who had been silently watching the mother and daughter negotiate, approached the bed, buttoning up his shirt sleeves when it seemed like a deal was far off.
- Mom, I'm tired. Play with Dad.
He spoke to the child in Norwegian and picked him up in his arms.
-Why? Daddy asked me to play with him instead of sleeping.
- I guess so.
In the end, the person who had the most fun was your mom.
- No, you're a bad adult. Santa doesn't put presents in stockings.
- Then if Dad doesn't get a present from Santa, can you give Ellie a present?
- No, it's all Ellie's.
- Our Ellie, that's Winston.
It was a time when I smiled and kissed my daughter's forehead.
"What are you two talking about? You two look like you're having fun."
Grace's smile was sinister.
"Can you please stop using words I don't know in front of me?"
This wasn't the first time. That man, Grace, wanted to build a bond with the child that was inviolable, so he spoke to the child in Norse whenever he had the chance. Every time he did, Grace felt left out.
"I'm just teaching my daughter to speak."
Grace narrowed her eyes and glared at the man, but she couldn't say anything in response. She had to admit that Ellie's pronunciation and vocabulary had improved noticeably after spending all day with her father.
"Mom, you should sleep well."
"Good night, Mom."
The child waved and was carried out to his father. As soon as the door closed, whispering voices could be heard outside.
"When Mom gets angry, she's really scary."
"How do you know? Has Ellie ever made your mom mad?"
"Yeah, but I can't say that with a smile yet."
"What on earth have you done?"
Grace answered the man who burst into laughter from under the blanket.
"I colored the walls and floors inside the house with crayons."
In the bedroom, which had become quiet again, Grace closed her eyes.
It had been a very long time since I had slept soundly without being disturbed.
Grace woke up and was still curled up in bed. She instinctively felt like she had to go out and check on Ellie, but at the same time, she thought that the man would take care of himself. It was a relief, but also bittersweet.
It was at that time that I was lazing around in bed, waiting for the sun to rise to its highest point in the sky. The door opened quietly. I could tell it was the man without even having to stick my head out of the blanket.
"Mom, drink."
I raised my head at the unexpected sound and the man handed me a tray with a teacup on it.
Why do you call me mom?
Ellie wasn't there either. Grace rolled her eyes and drank the tea. Then she ate a scone with strawberry jam and a thick layer of clotted cream.
"Get dressed quickly and go out to the living room. I brought Ellie's stuff from the department store, and you need to see it too."
The man held out his neatly folded clothes with a happy expression. They smelled warm, as if they had been washed. The man, who had been watching Grace put on the clothes he had taken off with a woman yesterday, spoke again.
"Oh, by the way, your diamond is...."
At that moment, my heart sank.