My Beautiful Wife – NTR

As Yumi entered the bathroom, I waited in front of the computer screen.

There were no screams, no words… only an eerie silence.

After about ten seconds, the bathroom door finally opened.

As it swung open, I quickly pressed my face close to the computer screen, my heart racing with tension.

The bathroom door opened just a crack.

Yumi’s flushed face peeked through the gap.

Her movements seemed perfectly normal, yet a subtle hint of panic lingered.

But as soon as the door closed, before she could return to the bedroom, she stumbled and leaned her back against the wall, the wall between the bedroom and bathroom doors.

Her face was flushed, her full chest rising and falling rapidly.

She gently patted her chest with one hand, seemingly trying to calm herself.

While patting her chest, she slowly made her way back to our bedroom.

But before reaching it, she couldn’t help but glance back at the bathroom door.

Seeing her flushed face and panicked expression, I knew something had happened in the bathroom.

But I’d forgotten the memory card inside, so I’d have to wait until I got home to retrieve it and watch the footage.

After Yumi entered the bedroom, she closed the door.

Hearing the door shut, the bathroom door slowly opened.

Jihoon peeked out like a thief, glancing both ways before darting out.

He then sprinted toward his own bedroom.

Both Jihoon and Yumi seemed to be avoiding each other, each with a faint blush on their cheeks.

Sitting at my computer, I didn’t need to guess what had happened.

Yumi must have walked into the bathroom while Jihoon was using it.

The only question was whether she had seen anything.

Just catching sight of Jihoon using the facilities was probably awkward enough for both of them.

But had Yumi seen Jihoon’s genitals? That remained unknown.

Still, the odds were slim—Jihoon would have been seated on the toilet, covered by his pajama bottoms, making it impossible for his penis to be exposed.

I continued watching the video on my computer.

Shortly after Jihoon emerged from the bathroom, Yumi opened her door and stepped out.

Her expression had returned to normal, though a faint blush lingered on her cheeks.

She cast a complex, awkward glance at Jihoon’s door before opening hers and entering the bathroom.

Soon after, the rumble of the washing machine filled the air.

Meanwhile, back in his room, Jihoon banged his head against the wall, berating himself for being so stupid.

After all, he was still just a kid, and now he felt utterly embarrassed, as if Yumi had seen him at his most pathetic.

After starting the washing machine, Yumi stepped out of the bathroom and returned to the bedroom.

She sat on the bed, staring blankly into space, lost in thought.

Her face flushed red and then paled repeatedly.

Only when she heard the washing machine finish its cycle did she snap back to reality.

After hanging the washed clothes to dry, she prepared to rest.

Standing at the bathroom doorway, she gazed at Jihoon’s door with hesitation.

For some reason, her face flushed red again.

Inside the room, Jihoon seemed to sense Yumi finishing the laundry.

He quickly turned his back to the door and pretended to be asleep, appearing quite nervous.

Yumi stood in the center of the living room, rubbing her slightly flushed cheeks with both hands.

After taking a deep breath, she walked toward Jihoon’s room.

When her hand touched the doorknob, she paused ever so slightly, hesitating, but she still stepped inside.

In the past, when Yumi entered Jihoon’s room, she would always turn on the light first, check his sleeping posture, and only then feel at ease to sleep.

This time, however, she entered without switching on the light, simply climbing into bed and lying down beside Jihoon.

The room was eerily quiet.

Both Jihoon and Yumi lay motionless.

I couldn’t tell if Jihoon had fallen asleep, but Yumi lay awake for a long time.

Her chest rose and fell unevenly, betraying her inner turmoil.

Occasionally, she would open her eyes and glance at Jihoon, who lay facing away from her.

There seemed to be something more in her gaze.

The night passed without incident.

The next morning, Yumi rose first to prepare breakfast.

When Jihoon woke, neither spoke, each seemingly waiting for the other to break the silence.

Being the adult, Yumi finally spoke first.

Yet when their eyes met, both wore a trace of awkwardness, avoiding direct eye contact.

They finished breakfast in an atmosphere thick with complexity before leaving for school.

After watching this clip, I felt deeply puzzled.

What exactly had transpired in those ten-odd seconds in the bathroom to leave Yumi and Jihoon so visibly uncomfortable?

And Yumi seemed to have changed the most.

What had she seen in there?

I also played back the video from their last night together.

After school, they returned home, chatting and laughing as they prepared dinner.

It was clear that after a day of adjustment, the awkwardness between them had vanished.

But I couldn’t shake the feeling—maybe it was just my imagination—that those ten-odd seconds in the bathroom had altered Yumi’s view of Jihoon.

The affectionate gaze she directed at him now seemed tinged with something else.

It was as if Jihoon was no longer just a child in her eyes, but also a man.

In short, beneath the surface of their normal relationship, there appeared to be an extra layer of something else.

After dinner, they resumed their usual homework and tutoring routine.

Yumi remained attentive toward Jihoon, though her demeanor had grown noticeably gentler.

A peculiar glint lingered in her gaze whenever she looked at him.

Witnessing this, I became certain something had shifted within Yumi…at the very least, a new bond had formed, or perhaps a lingering doubt had taken root.

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