“That’s right. I’m fine with it.”

Ironically, Kyo-hwan shrugged his shoulders as if he really liked it.

“Are you crazy?”

No matter how much she wants to show off to her grandmother.

“Then, try calling him ‘husband.'”

Knowing Hyojin better than anyone, Hwang-sae was convinced that she would find it cringeworthy and absolutely refuse.

“Sure, if Father wishes, I’ll give it a try.”

Encouraged by Kyo-hwan, Hyojin emptied the glass he poured and wiped the mouth stained with soju with the back of her hand, closing her eyes tightly.

“Husband~.”

Oh, this is unlucky.

I must be out of my mind to have ordered this.

Hwang-sae, unable to bear with an upset stomach, got up from his seat as if he couldn’t do any more pretense.

“What would you like me to call you, Teacher?”

Regardless of whether he said it or not, Kyo-hwan responded with a smile, looking at Hyojin as if responding affectionately.

“How about ‘Jagi-nim’?”
Hyojin, tilting her head as if denying something, whispered shyly into Kyo-hwan’s ear.

“Hyojin.”

Hyojin?

“You said I’m the most difficult person.”

I want to become the person Father feels most comfortable with.

“Got it. Then, let me try it too.”

Kyo-hwan, taking the glass that Hyojin handed over, whispered with a warm voice, filled with the scent of soju, into her ear.

“Hyojin-ah.”

Hak. Hyojin’s cheeks turned red as alcohol-induced warmth melted her eardrums.

“You should respond. It’s your husband calling.”

“Well, it’s nice because you like it.”

“Do you like it? If you do, give me a kiss.”

“Ssh, who’s going to kiss? We agreed not to make a single move until we get married.”

Seeing Hyojin, who was puckering her lips, liking it, Kyo-hwan glanced at Sun-hye and exchanged a meaningful look.

“It’s too late now, so sleep here. Don’t call someone working late at night to pick you up for no reason.”

“What?”

“Why? Don’t you like your in-law’s house because it’s too small? Your son likes being closer to the teacher, doesn’t he?”

“No, that’s not it.”

A room so cramped that their lips would collide if they turned around while going back on their agreement not to make a single move until marriage.

Sleeping together in a single bed that was barely enough for one person.

For Kyo-hwan, who had promised with Sun-hye, it seemed like the final hurdle.

[Separator] [Dash] Are you sleeping over at Teacher’s house?

After having dinner and entering Hyojin’s room, Kyo-hwan called Seung-yul.

“Yeah, Grandma told me to sleep over. Since you spent a night at the teacher’s, it should be okay for Dad to sleep over for a night, too, right?”

Why is this guy not saying anything?

“Aren’t you happy that your dad is going to marry the teacher?”

When the teacher tells you that you’re my woman, it’s anytime.

[Dash] Did you definitely get Grandma’s permission for marriage?

As if not satisfied, Seung-yul asked.

“Yeah. Since Grandma gave permission, go and sleep. Did you eat all the food Grandma made?”

[Dash] So you finished all the food Grandma made?

“Of course, I finished it.”

[Dash] After finishing it, did you properly say thanks?

This guy. The sight of him meticulously checking to make sure Grandma doesn’t get upset was touching.

“Well, is there anything else?”

As if Kyo-hwan should finish the call, he asked one last question.

[Dash] Take care. To your new stepmom.

Seung-yul, with tears in his eyes, forcefully hung up the phone.

Ha. I’m just doing it.

Feeling empty, Kyo-hwan sighed and hung up the call.

“Dad~.”

Hyojin, who had just finished washing up, approached Kyo-hwan with the refreshing scent of shampoo.

“Did you call Seung-yul?”

“Yes.”

Placing her hands on Kyo-hwan’s shoulders, Hyojin, who sat gracefully on his lap like a feather on his fluffy mop of hair, looked down at him with affectionate eyes.

“Stop it. Where do you think you’re sitting right now?”

It’s not some cooking pot.
Having just finished showering, the moist lips and gaze of Hyojin were captivating.

“Hey, what do you think? We’re soon getting married.”

Having had a drink and received permission for marriage, Hyojin, whose mood was uplifted, was curious about how Kyo-hwan, who had promised not to touch her until marriage, would react.

He was always the one making advances, and it was him who would tease her.

An mischievous desire to give him a taste arose.

“Come down.”

Kyo-hwan, as if suppressing a groan, warned with a low, thick voice.

As if he wasn’t already struggling enough because of Grandma.

“Hey. It’s just the two of us. What’s wrong with that?”

Pressing her moist lips and her thighs against his firm thigh, Hyojin provocatively applied more pressure.

“Come down…!”

The soft sensation spreading over his thighs made Kyo-hwan’s face stiffen as if in anger.

“Hey, why?”

Warm breath, filled with a gentle laugh, tickled Kyo-hwan’s nose.

“Don’t regret this later.”

“….”

“Things like regrets.”

“….”

“The day you regret, I won’t let it go easily.”

Despite the stern warning, Hyojin squinted her eyes as if she found it amusing.

“Hey, why would I regret? We’re getting married soon.”

Watching Hyojin steadily stroke Kyo-hwan’s calves with the soles of her feet, her muscles well-developed and warmed up, Kyo-hwan couldn’t help but chuckle.

If she continued like this, he might quickly blush and run away like a red radish.

“It’s quite desirable, but please get up quickly. I don’t have much patience in bed.”

“Hey, I’ll tell Grandma that we just held hands and slept. You can’t trust her… right?”

“I trust her. Just go to sleep.”

“Oh, but why is it so hot like this?”

Hyojin raised her wet hair, revealing her white and smooth neck.

“Is it hot? Should I open a window or something?”

Even though he was unshaken, Kyo-hwan couldn’t help but feel resentful, almost shameful.

“Dad, are you really not bothered at all?”

Even if Grandma tells you not to touch her even with a finger.

“If it’s my first time.”

Not the sixty-eighth.

“I want to cherish our first time together.”

He didn’t want to hide and sneak away like a thief.

“Is it over now?”

Oh my, there was such a deep meaning to it.

Hyojin could no longer stubbornly persist and had to come down reluctantly.

Although it might seem naive to others, this serious side was precisely the charm that Hyojin admired in her dad.

Smooch. Like a small bird, Hyojin gently pressed her lips against Kyo-hwan’s forehead and whispered into his ear with a warm breath.

“Then, I’ll look forward to it. Our first time.”