I Was Sick of Loving You - I Was Sick of Loving You chapter 72

72 – trail

I opened my eyes in exhaustion and warmth.

The image of Iris, who was soundly asleep, came into my hazy vision.

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Loving her sleeping figure, he kissed her on the forehead. So her eyebrows twitched for a moment, and her eyes slid open.

Opening her eyes hazy, she looked at me and smiled.

“Good morning.”

“Not morning, but good morning.”

I greeted her with a smile and kissed her on the cheek.

I felt her warmth on my lips, followed by a soft warmth on my cheek.

I feel that warmth, and the warmth that embraces me clings a little more.

Her hand came up to my chest with close warmth.

“Yesterday was really good.”

“I liked it too.”

Time passes in my head, entangled with desires and pleasures that melted my self-control.

The image of her who didn’t let go of me while shedding her lust like a seductive woman doesn’t match the current image of her laughing bashfully.

As she was thinking about those things, her hand gradually went down and burrowed into the blanket.

“Then, would you like to do it again now?”

I can see the fire I saw yesterday in her eyes.

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Lust boiled over at that figure, but the exhaustion that oppressed me was still clear, and I remembered the image of her who hadn’t let go until morning, so I grabbed her hand as it gradually went down.

“Iris, then you get hurt.”

“I’m not weak enough to hurt myself like this.”

Her hand clasped my hand.

“I am not okay.”

“That’s what you say, but I think it’s okay down there.”

With her words, a smile tinged with the seductiveness of the seductive woman I saw yesterday crept across her face.

That smile stimulates lust, but if you give in to it, the day will disappear like yesterday.

I had a good day yesterday, but I don’t have the confidence to hold on until the next morning as I did yesterday.

With that thought, he hugged her tightly and covered her hand.

“Iris, I arrived yesterday and didn’t see your father-in-law, and if you do this again, your father-in-law will be disappointed.”

“I guess so.”

Her hand stopped struggling to get down, and her pitiful eyes turned to mine.

“Isn’t it okay to do it just one more time?”

“It’s not okay.”

My heart was shaken by her pitiful gaze when I saw her for the first time, but I did not fall for it because I clearly remembered the image of her squeezing me out for not being enough.

“It’s petty.”

As she said that, she gently patted my chest.

He loved her look and kissed her on the forehead.

As I kissed her on the forehead, her hand grabbed me and pulled me.

Her lips touched and her tongue tapped my mouth.

He greeted her tongue tapping anxiously, and felt her thick warmth.

As she shared her warmth and breath and fell, a bright smile spread across her face.

With a bright smile, she hugged me and buried her face in my chest.

“Then stay like this for a while.”

“I will.”

He gently hugged her and absorbed her warmth.

Sharing warmth with her like that reminded me of the first night of my last life.

A darkened bedroom and her face covered with a pillow from beginning to end.

Contrasting that memory with her appearance yesterday, a shallow laugh flowed out.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I thought about the old days a little.”

“What are you thinking about with me next to you?”

She put her hand on my cheek and looked at me.

“Do you remember the first night of your last life?”

“I remember. In a room with no light, I was covering my face with a pillow.”

Covering her face with a pillow, she relived the memory.

“Do you know why I did that?”

“I do not know.”

She put the pillow away and smiled lightly.

“It was because of shame and petty pride.”

Her hand went back to my chest.

“Even though he is my husband, I was embarrassed to show my body to anyone. And I thought it would hurt my pride to show that. That was a really stupid idea.”

“It’s not like that.”

She smiled and kissed my cheek.

I kissed her on the cheek too.

“Did you see what I was doing behind the pillow?”

“You were hugging me tightly with a pillow, so I couldn’t see you.”

“I bit my lip and held back the moans that came up.”

Her hand moved back to my cheek.

“I thought I would lose if I let out a moan.”

Thinking of her holding back her moans behind the pillow made me smile because she was so cute and lovely.

“I spent a stupid time forcibly enduring the pleasure you gave me every time. If not, I wish I had been more honest.”

The bitterness passed for a moment on her face, and a faint smile returned.

“I regret that, I squeezed you out yesterday.”

“I really thought I was going to die.”

She laughed.

“I’m sorry, I thought it was too much. Didn’t you enjoy it too?”

Instead of answering, I lightly kissed her on the mouth.

“I can understand that you enjoyed it.”

After she said that, she lightly kissed me on the mouth.

“So be prepared for tonight as well.”

“I will.”

Her burning eyes felt frightening, but they were also lovely and happy.

I hugged her for a while and shared warmth and breathing again.

A thick line ran off the tip of my tongue, and we got out of bed.

Seeing her wearing only a thin gown, desire squirmed.

Noticing that, she came up to me with a smile,

“Is it hard to wait until night?”

“no.”

“I can’t be honest.”

At the words of a woman who hadn’t been honest all her life, a smile came out.

A smile crept onto her face as she looked at me.

We looked at each other, smiled, and shared warmth and breath again.

Sharing warmth and breath, she took my hand and led me.

Following her hand, he was led to her bathroom.

As we entered, the steaming water in the bathtub began to fill.

“You know what? I heard that washing together is popular among young couples these days.”

“Where did you hear that?”

“Don’t ask me about that.”

The way she talked while avoiding her eyes was lovely, so I didn’t ask any more.

“Anyway, shouldn’t we follow the trend?”

“We’re not a young couple, aren’t we averse to fashionable things?”

“Don’t bother with such trivial things.”

At my joke, she said that and pushed me on the back.

Pushed by her, I entered the bathroom.

Then, warm water dripped from the ceiling, washing away the traces of yesterday on my body.

As I enjoyed the warmth, her hand pulled me into the bathtub.

In the bathtub, which is wide enough for one person but too narrow for two people, we look like we are fooling each other in close contact.

With that shape, you can see her figure in detail.

A glimpse of her upper chest and her red face. And the traces of me nestled on the nape of her neck.

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Looking at the marks I left, her hand touched the nape of my neck.

“This won’t be erased for a while.”

She put on a satisfied expression, touching the marks she left on me yesterday.

“You look satisfied.”

“of course. It’s engraved that you are mine. And I’m more satisfied with what you told me.”

Her smile and words tickled my heart.

“And if this remains, other women will not approach you.”

“There is no one to approach even if there is no one.”

“Because you don’t know that way, there were people in the other life who sent you signals.”

“Is that true?”

I questioned her words. I didn’t even meet women except for external activities, and even that was rare. And I have no memory of receiving such a signal.

“Do you remember when Countess Contras’ attendant gave you a purple bracelet when you participated in the founding ceremony not long after you got married?”

After hearing her words, the memories of that time come to me in a hazy way.

“I guess so.”

“That’s a popular sign behind the scenes at the time.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s a vulgar sign to just look at your face and body and enjoy it for a while, regardless of status, lover, or marital status.”

With those words, she saw the flames burning beyond her eyes.

“Other than that, I received a number of similar signals. You just didn’t know.”

The words gave me a little goosebumps.

“How did you know that?”

“There are many ears to hear and eyes to see. If you have power, they will come and tell you even the smallest things. Thanks to that, I found out easily, and he stepped on it carefully.”

Her voice sounded cold and eerie.

“Ah, don’t get me wrong. It’s not that I don’t trust you, I hate it when dirty things approach you.”

She loosened her stiff expression and smiled again. I stroked her hair like that.

“So do i.”

Her already red face gets redder, and the distance between her and me grows closer.

She pressed on and sat down on my leg.

“I was patient at best. I can’t do it anymore. You are wrong.”

After her words, yesterday’s time continued.