My Beautiful Wife – NTR

After watching the second night’s footage, I continued through the subsequent videos.

For the next few days, after school, Yumi diligently tutored Jihoon in his studies, after all, the child’s education came first.

When it was time for our scheduled calls, Yumi remembered to reach out a few times.

Yet each time she picked up her phone to call me, Jihoon would inevitably ask her about his homework.

This meant Yumi, who had already lifted her phone to dial me, would have to put it down for the moment.

Before long, Yumi forgot to call me altogether.

Even when we did speak, Jihoon rarely interrupted us with questions.

Gradually, our conversations grew shorter.

Yumi likely didn’t notice anything amiss, thinking his increased inquiries were positive…after all, as teachers always encourage asking questions and learning more.

But I knew that little rascal Jihoon was doing it on purpose, messing with us both before and during Yumi’s calls to me.

Because I’d noticed in the video chat that every time Yumi called me, a hint of jealousy would flicker across Jihoon’s face.

These past few nights, Jihoon had also become much more restrained.

At most, he’d pretend to “accidentally” brush against Yumi’s breasts or thighs.

But Yumi dressed very conservatively and wore a bra, leaving Jihoon almost no opening to exploit.

This superficial contact was nowhere near enough to satisfy him.

Gradually, Jihoon seemed to lose interest.

Under these circumstances, I finished watching the first five days’ worth of footage.

By then, my mind was completely at ease.

But when I reached the fifth day’s video, my heart leapt back into my throat.

On the fifth night, after Yumi fell asleep, Jihoon couldn’t help but get up and kneel on the bed.

Yumi, as usual, lay on her side facing Jihoon’s direction.

Jihoon had been pent up these past nights.

Sitting on the bed, he looked somewhat flustered and frustrated.

No wonder…my business trip was a rare opportunity for him.

But now, as time was running out and I, the male lead, was about to return, Jihoon hadn’t gotten anything except for the first night when he truly took advantage.

He couldn’t help but grow anxious.

Watching Yumi’s sleeping form, he’d tried countless times to reach out and undo the buttons on her nightgown.

But unbuttoning it was nowhere near as easy as lifting her skirt that night.

What if he woke her?

He’d have no time to button her back up.

Plus, her nightgown was conservative and tight-fitting, leaving him with no way to proceed.

After several failed attempts, he reluctantly gave up.

Just as he was about to lie back down, his gaze inadvertently fell upon Yumi’s buttocks.

Lying on her side with her legs slightly curled, the rounded curves of her hips were fully exposed.

On their first night together, Jihoon had taken many liberties, yet two things remained elusive: Yumi’s buttocks and her lips.

Perhaps realizing this, he finally turned his attention to them that night, his gaze growing increasingly fixated on her rear.

Once his target was set, he reached out, this time with far greater caution.

Finally, his hand covered one of Yumi’s pert buttocks, stroking it through the thick fabric of her pajama bottoms.

Jihoon’s hands were large, but Yumi’s buttocks were even larger.

His hand couldn’t cover even one cheek entirely.

The feel of her buttocks was absolutely no less satisfying than her breasts, this was my personal experience.

Jihoon grew more and more aroused as he touched her.

When he could no longer control himself, he began to push his advantage, wanting to pull down Yumi’s pajama bottoms.

After all, that night he had successfully pulled down her underwear and touched her pussy.

Tonight, he decided to proceed step by step.

But Jihoon seemed to have forgotten that last night she’d been wearing a loose nightgown, whereas tonight she was in tight-fitting pajama bottoms.

When he pulled them down, the sensation on her skin was bound to be more intense.

As he slid the bottoms down to expose her cleft, perhaps because the waistband was too tight, or perhaps his hand had accidentally brushed against her cleft during the removal, causing a tingling sensation.

Just as Jihoon pulled the pajama bottoms down to expose her cleft, Yumi suddenly shifted her legs.

She then slowly rolled her body back, changing from lying on her side to lying on her back.

This startled Jihoon considerably.

Last time, Yumi had merely clamped her legs together without any major movement.

This time, her action was more pronounced, some might have mistaken it for her suddenly waking up to sit up.

Jihoon froze in place, kneeling as if petrified, even forgetting to quickly lie down and feign sleep.

He remained kneeling there, awaiting judgment. But after a long while, Yumi never opened her eyes.

She simply rolled onto her back and fell back into a deep sleep.

Only after a considerable time, when Jihoon was certain she hadn’t woken, did he hastily wipe the sweat from his face before slowly returning to his sleeping spot.

It took him a long time to fully recover from the terror.

Watching this video didn’t affect me much.

Yumi had only been touched on the butt through her pajama bottoms by Jihoon. Compared to the first night, it was much better.

After this night, nothing else happened.

Now, only the videos from the sixth and seventh days remained.

I recalled that during our phone call on the afternoon of the seventh day, Yumi seemed slightly off.

For the first time, she hadn’t mentioned Jihoon proactively.

This suggested something had likely occurred on the sixth night… and Yumi had noticed it.

Thinking about this, I found myself growing curious about the sixth night’s video.

As I played it, my heart sank with dread.

I feared seeing the very scene I dreaded most…

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