I’m Pregnant with My Friend’s Child - Chapter 4.2

“Here, I’ve peeled the grapes for you. Just give them a try.”

Yijin leaned forward as if to take a grape, but once again, she turned away, her body rejecting the idea of eating. “I’m sorry, Woojae. I can’t do this.”

“Don’t worry about it. That’s why I brought all kinds of different fruits,” Woojae said, his tone gentle and calm.

“I don’t want to be picky…”

“Seo Yijin, being picky is part of your charm. What’s the fun in winning an easy game? It’s only satisfying if it’s a challenge.” Woojae remained lighthearted, as though the process of finding the right fruit for her was a pleasure. His patience and care kept Yijin from retreating to bed in frustration. She stayed with him, comforted by his presence.

“Didn’t you say you bought some apples?”

“Yeah, I was going to take them home. You don’t like apples, so I didn’t bring them out. Want me to grab them?”

“Yeah.”

Yijin, who had always turned her nose up at apples, suddenly wanted to try one. She had always found them bland and boring compared to sweeter fruits, often teasing Woojae for drinking his apple smoothies every morning.

As soon as she mentioned it, Woojae quickly brought over a bright red apple, slicing it and offering her a piece on a fork.

“Wow.”

“What? Is the apple no good too?”

“No, it’s actually… pretty good.”

Yijin looked at him in surprise. But Woojae seemed even more astonished. To see Yijin, who usually hated apples, eating one now—especially after battling morning sickness—was something he never expected.

“This is amazing, Yijin.”

“Isn’t it? You love apples, but I’ve always hated them.”
Their baby must have taken after Woojae. That was the only explanation for why Yijin, who had never willingly eaten an apple before, was suddenly enjoying it during her pregnancy.
Yijin sat there, finishing the entire apple in one sitting, something she hadn’t done with any food in a week. For the first time, her stomach felt settled.

“I’ll peel another one.”

“Sure.”
Woojae smiled in disbelief as he peeled a second apple. Yijin, who once despised apples, was now happily eating them, and it was nothing short of a miracle to him.

Woojae leaned in close, his lips brushing teasingly against hers. “I’ve always had a plan,” he said softly.

“What?” Yijin was caught off guard, her heart racing as Woojae’s tongue gently grazed her lips, sending a jolt of electricity through her. Her pulse quickened, echoing in her ears.

“Feed you, bathe you, put you to bed. I’ll take care of everything from now on,” he murmured.

“Excuse me, Cha Woojae, but you seem to be confused. The baby is in my belly, not me!” Yijin protested, flustered. “Besides, you’re just as clueless as I am, so why are you acting like you know everything?”

“Who said I’m clueless? Who do you think raised Seo Yijin to be this amazing?” Woojae teased, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“You raised me? Oh, come on,” Yijin huffed, but before she could argue further, Woojae silenced her with a deep kiss, their tongues tangling sweetly as he caressed the sensitive skin inside her mouth.

“Mmm…” A small moan escaped Yijin, the intensity of it all catching her off guard. Embarrassed, she pulled away, only to find Woojae chuckling softly as he turned back to washing the fruit.

“You took in a bunch of rough kids and turned them into decent people. Give yourself some credit,” Woojae quipped.

“And you were a wannabe thug that I turned into a proper human,” Yijin shot back, determined not to let him have the last word.

“I’ve already raised you well. Raising one more won’t be a big deal,” he said with a grin, shutting off the water and bringing the fruit to the living room. He gently helped Yijin settle on the sofa and laid out the variety of fruits he’d prepared.
“Try something. You’ll find something you like. You need to eat for the baby’s sake,” Woojae said, watching her intently as she stared at the fruits.

But Yijin frowned, the thought of food making her stomach churn.
“Just thinking about food makes me feel sick.”

“I’ll peel everything for you. Just try a bite,” Woojae said as he picked up a yellow melon, remembering it was Yijin’s childhood favorite.

“Stop, Woojae.”

The sweet aroma of the melon, once something she loved, now made her feel nauseous. She turned her head away, and Woojae quickly put it aside and started peeling grapes instead.

“Here, I’ve peeled them for you. Just give them a try.”

Yijin leaned forward as if to take a grape, but once again, her body rejected the idea, and she turned away. “Sorry, Woojae, I can’t.”

“Don’t worry. That’s why I brought all kinds of fruit,” Woojae replied, his tone still gentle and reassuring.

“I don’t want to be picky…”

“Seo Yijin, being picky is part of your charm. Winning an easy game is no fun. The satisfaction comes from winning a challenging one,” he joked, his calm demeanor and light-hearted attitude keeping Yijin grounded. She stayed with him, comforted by his patience.

“Didn’t you say you bought apples too?”

“Yeah, but I was planning to take them home. You don’t like apples, so I didn’t bring them out. Want me to get one?”

“Yeah.”

Yijin had never been fond of apples, often scoffing at Woojae for his morning apple smoothies. But now, something had changed.
As soon as she asked, Woojae brought out a crisp, red apple, slicing it and offering her a piece on a fork.

“Wow.”

“What? Is the apple no good either?”

“No, it’s actually… pretty good.”

Yijin stared at him in surprise. But Woojae was even more amazed. To see Yijin, who usually hated apples, eating one now, after days of nausea, was something he never expected.

“This is amazing, Yijin.”

“Right? I always hated apples, but this one’s not bad.”
The baby must have taken after Woojae. There was no other explanation for Yijin’s sudden liking for apples.

She quickly finished the apple, feeling for the first time in days that her stomach had finally settled.

“Want me to peel another?”

“Sure.”

As she nodded, Woojae couldn’t help but smile at the unexpected change in her.

“Answer me,” Woojae demanded, his voice low and firm.

“It’s a woman, the waxing salon owner,” Yijin replied quickly, trying to calm the situation.

“Whether it’s a woman or a man, just the thought of someone else looking at your… down there makes me want to gouge out their eyes. Would you be okay with me flaunting myself in front of women? Huh?” Woojae growled, holding his erect member and teasingly pressing it against her inner thighs.

Yijin flushed deeply, shaking her head.

“If our baby takes after you, they’ll have quite a dirty mouth,” she muttered, feeling both embarrassed and amused.

Woojae chuckled softly, biting her lower lip gently. “I’d rather they take after me than be as mischievous and high-maintenance as you, Seo Yijin. Sure, they’d be cute, but can you imagine the stress of having to keep an eye on them all the time? Do you know how often my heart skips a beat because I’m worried about you?”

As his fingers roamed her sensitive areas, Yijin’s body reacted instinctively, releasing a wave of moisture. Her face flushed bright red as she wrapped her arms around Woojae’s neck.

“Mmm… You heard what the doctor said earlier. Stop it.”

“She said no penetration, but she didn’t say anything about touching,” Woojae responded mischievously, his fingers gliding provocatively.

“Aah!” A sudden gasp escaped Yijin’s lips as Woojae expertly teased her, his fingers moving deliberately.

He kissed her deeply, his fingers now pressing against her swollen clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through her trembling body.

“Ahh… Oh…”

Woojae gazed at Yijin’s flushed face, entranced by the sight. His deepened gaze, full of intensity, was overwhelmingly seductive.

“Who told you to make sounds that tempting?” he teased, deliberately pressing into her most sensitive spot, his tongue lazily licking her lips.

“You’re driving me crazy, huh?”
“That’s only because you’re… touching me there…,” Yijin gasped, her body trembling with pleasure as Woojae expertly teased her clitoris. Just the way he held it between his fingers, rubbing gently, sent electric waves through her entire body. Her head tilted back, swaying as if caught in a soft breeze, overwhelmed by the ecstasy.

“I thought I couldn’t fall for you any harder…”

Woojae’s breath came out in a hot, heavy sigh as he bit down lightly on her neck, his desire unmistakable.

“But damn, this is something else. I’m sinking even deeper, like a damn fool.”

“Mmm…”

As he continued to torment her, teasing her entrance with his fingers, the wetness between her thighs only increased. Unable to hold back any longer, Woojae lifted her from the bath, carrying her like a bride, and wrapped her carefully in a large towel.

He gently dried Yijin’s body before laying her down on the bed, positioning himself between her legs like a starving beast.

His mouth descended upon her, lapping up every drop of her arousal. Even though he was seemingly devouring her, her slick heat only seemed to grow wetter.

With each lick and kiss, her body trembled. His lips, skillful and teasing, found all the right spots. Her legs quivered uncontrollably, her sensitive skin overwhelmed by his touch.

“Ahn… Woojae, careful… Don’t leave marks there,” Yijin whispered, trying to push his face away. She had to visit the OB-GYN regularly, and she couldn’t afford to have any visible marks like last time.

“Damn it, sorry. You’re just too sexy, I can’t help it.”
His words were a mixture of apology and raw desire, though it was hard to tell which he meant more. Woojae’s excitement only served to heighten Yijin’s arousal, and soon, her juices flowed freely once again. He licked at her core, hungry like a beast, and nibbled gently at the soft skin of her inner thighs.

Woojae parted her thighs wider, using his thumbs to spread her open, exposing her most sensitive flesh. He teased her relentlessly, licking and kissing every inch, his tongue exploring her most intimate areas.

“Oh… Ahh…”

His sculpted nose pressed against her clit as his tongue continued its delicious torment. He wasn’t even thrusting deeply, yet every gentle kiss and lick sent shivers down her spine. The sensation was dizzying, leaving her completely at his mercy.

Yi Jin grunted like a beast in heat, clutching at the sheets. Her juices trickled down her groin, lustfully wetting the area around Woojae’s mouth. Woojae took a long time to savour her underneath, sucking and licking her labia majora, clitoris, labia minora, and vaginal opening.

Woojae’s fair skin rubbed against her scraggly pubic hair, turning it red. The corners of his mouth twitched with lust.
Raising his upper body, Woojae’s eyes glinted with malice. A dangerous beast driven by lust, his eyes scanned the naked body of the young woman who bore my child.

And his gaze stopped between her spread legs. Woojae cupped his magnificent penis in his hand and commanded.

‘Spread them with your hands.’

Yi Jin looked up at Woo Jae and spread her vaginal opening with her fingers. Woojae rubbed the tip against the entrance and sucked her lips.

“Hmm, mmm.”

The ferocious genitals dribbled pre-cum, rubbing against her delicate flesh.

The mere touch of their genitals made her tingle with excitement, but her aroused body craved to be impaled deeply on the thick conduit.

Their eyes, wet with heat, locked on each other. Rubbing genitals foamed. Like a goldfish with its gaping maw, it squirmed eagerly, rubbing against the fleshy shaft, unwilling to let go, unable to enter.

“Hey, come here.”

Lee Jin grabbed Woo Jae’s penis in his hand. It was an optical illusion that made her hand look smaller and his penis look bigger.

As Yi Jin tugged on Woo Jae’s penis, he paused, studying her expression.

“You’re going to suck his cock when he’s not going fast?”
“Mmm, mmm, I’m going crazy.”

Watching Yi-jin gasp with excitement, Woojae rammed his cock into her face. Then they lay face to face in the so-called 69 position, looking at each other’s crotches, and started sucking their genitals greedily.

Churrrr, churrr, churrrr. They dug down as if they couldn’t lose. Ha, ha, ha, sporadic moans erupted and saliva drenched the floor.

Yi Jin opened his throat wide, plunging his cock into her oesophagus. She sucked the shaft down her throat, inhaling deeply as it pressed against the ridges of her palate and the delicate flesh of her mouth.

Even when full, she could only take a third of the magnificent shaft in her mouth, so she squeezed the shaft and bobbed up and down rapidly.

I flicked the tendons that bulged up the shaft and slurped up the coofer fluid that ran down the hole. As I flicked the tip of my tongue against his urethra and sucked his cock with my gums, his hips stopped moving and he poured hot breath into her cunt.
Haaaaah.

“Get your cheap hands off of me, Jinja.”

“Put it in your mouth.”

“I’m nauseous, but what can I do.”

“Just cum.”

Lee Jin pressed her lips together and sucked on the urethra, forcing the man down her throat.

Chow Jae’s hard, muscular groin quivered. His wildly pulsating penis twitched and spurted thick jets of cum into Yi Jin’s mouth.

At the same time, a lewd stream gushed out from between Yi Jin’s legs. Woojae sucked on it, holding his clit between his lips.

“Hmph. Aaahhh.”

Unable to resist, Woojae turned again and kissed Yi Jin on the lips. His tongue lapped at the sticky nightshade liquid that filled her mouth, entwining their tongues deeply.

“You’re so pretty, even moaning.”

Yi Jin slowly blinked through the lingering pleasure and let out a soft laugh. It was hard to believe that even after reaching his climax, he was still wrapped up with Chau Jae.