My Beautiful Wife – NTR

Finally, Jihoon seemed to think of something.

He carefully rolled onto his back, maintaining a sleeping posture, lying shoulder to shoulder with Yumi.

After lying still for a moment, Jihoon rolled over abruptly.

One hand, carried by momentum, lightly brushed against Yumi’s body.

Simultaneously, a murmur escaped his lips.

An observer might have mistaken it for him “flaunting his skills” in his sleep, but in reality, he was using this method to test Yumi’s sensitivity while asleep.

Sitting at my computer, I couldn’t help but feel tense.

If Jihoon discovered Yumi was a heavy sleeper, what would happen next?

Sure enough, after testing her a few times with these seemingly accidental sleep-induced movements, Jihoon confirmed Yumi slept quite deeply.

At least she didn’t wake up, and her breathing remained steady and even.

During the final test, Jihoon’s hand brushed against Yumi’s breast.

Though it was only a light touch, he had made contact.

Because of that slight graze from his hand, Yumi’s breast flesh rippled with a gentle wave.

This final experiment succeeded.

Perhaps he’d decided that this last touch of Yumi’s breast was worth it regardless of the outcome.

If Yumi woke up from his “accidental” contact, she’d likely assume it was just a sleepy slip… after all, physical contact was inevitable when two people slept together.

She probably wouldn’t think much of it.

Even if Yumi woke up and ruined the rest of the night, at least Jihoon had touched her breast.

If she didn’t wake up, then… then there would be further developments.

After several attempts, Jihoon had noticed Yumi seemed very tired tonight, sleeping deeply.

Tonight presented an opportunity.

What he didn’t know was that Yumi always slept like this.

Jihoon’s courage seemed to surge.

He propped himself up, maintaining his previous position.

Slowly, very slowly, he freed one hand.

His target was Yumi’s breast.

I could sense his extreme tension, the earlier struggle combined with his nerves had already beaded sweat on his forehead, glistening in the night.

When his palm was just inches away from Yumi’s breast, Jihoon’s hand froze.

He needed one last burst of courage.

He glanced back at his sleeping spot, as if memorizing its exact location.

If he accidentally touched Yumi’s breast and she woke up, he’d have to dive back into his own spot at lightning speed.

Then he could just deny everything.

Yumi was still half-asleep.

Even if she woke up from being touched, she probably wouldn’t notice anything.

Jihoon straightened his head, his gaze fixed on Yumi’s face, which resembled that of a sleeping beauty.

He now had to watch her facial expressions constantly.

If she showed any signs of waking, he had to react immediately.

Jihoon stared intently at her cheek, then clenched his teeth.

That hand moved decisively yet gently, covering her breast through the nightgown.

Seeing this, my heart ached.

Though Jihoon had touched Yumi’s breasts during his earlier test, this was different…this was a full, deliberate caress.

While Yumi hadn’t lost her virginity yet, she had been violated.

At that moment, I desperately wished Yumi would wake up and slap Jihoon.

But I knew she wouldn’t stir unless he penetrated her; ordinary stimuli wouldn’t rouse her.

After covering Yumi’s breast with his hand, Jihoon remained utterly still, his breathing seemingly halted.

I noticed his body trembling slightly, sweat streaming down his forehead and dripping onto the sheets.

His eyes fixed intently and fearfully on Yumi’s cheek, absorbing every sensation of her body.

After what felt like half a minute, he finally drew a soft, deep breath… a breath he hadn’t dared take during those tense seconds.

Now certain she hadn’t awakened, Jihoon’s palm remained on her breast.

He shifted it slowly and gently, his face etched with rapture as he savored the warmth and softness radiating through his skin.

Yumi’s breasts were full and inviting to the touch.

Every time I held her from behind while sleeping, I would push aside her bra and cup her breasts.

The sensation was so exquisite that sleeping with her breasts in my hands felt almost hypnotic.

Now another man was enjoying them for the first time.

Jihoon rubbed and squeezed, getting bolder and faster as he realized she wasn’t waking up.

After playing with one breast, he moved to the other, going back and forth.

Still no reaction.

He thought for a moment, then used both hands.

Though he still stared intently at her sleeping cheek, he was much calmer now, at least less tense than before.

His hands now targeted Yumi’s nightgown… the last piece of fabric concealing her tits.

All he had to do was lift and pull aside the two panels of fabric to expose her pink nipples and areolas completely, leaving her breasts completely exposed before him.

Finally, his fingers grabbed the right side of her nightgown over her breast.

Perhaps he was observing her reaction, or perhaps gathering his strength to accomplish it in one decisive move.

Sitting at my computer, watching everything unfold on the video, I knew this had already happened and no matter how it developed, I couldn’t stop it.

Still, I desperately hoped Yumi would wake up at this critical moment.

But would she…?

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