Gentle Forest

Chapter 75

That day, after Mister left and Aiden disclosed something he hadn't shared with me before, we lay side by side, covering ourselves with a single blanket, much like in my room. The bed was twice the size of mine, making it unlikely for either of us to roll off the edge, whether left or right.

"The trip definitely had an impact. He's much better than before."

The Summer vacation narrowed the gap between Mister and Aiden. The person who built such a significant bridge was none other than a father whose love was as remarkable as anyone else's. Although the deep pit was not entirely filled, Aiden at least discovered one thing.

"It wasn't just me being blamed."

Aiden, who thought blame arrows were solely aimed at him, found this fact more comforting than any sweet words. It meant, at least his father didn't brand his mother's accident as his fault, making it seem bearable.

Aiden hugged me and gave me strength as if I were some kind of great blessing. Thanks to him acting cute like a reassured child, the insecurity of mine being perceived as a burdensome person who merely accepts whatever is given, like a planted stake, disappeared.

Had Mister and Aiden remained unchanged, my life in America and the path ahead in relationships would have been filled with overwhelming challenges to overcome.

Yet, one problem still lingered.

Aiden was touching my pajamas, but as soon as his hand touched my stomach, I flinched, so he put his weight on my body and climbed on top of me. His face froze like a sheet of ice, as if enduring my previous stillness was an extraordinary feat.

I quickly averted my gaze.

"Seowon, it's not unpleasant for me if i touch or look at your stomach as you think."

I had never presumed that Aiden genuinely held such thoughts. Even if he did, he wouldn't reveal it in front of me. It was simply my issue. Instinctively flinching before even entertaining the idea of discomfort - anyone could find it uneasy.

"I know."

"But why do you keep avoiding me?"

"......Are you afraid that sexual appeal will be halved?"

We were still on our early days of our relationship. Even though we suddenly became parents, we were still newcomers who didn't fully know each other. Beyond any concerns about sexual appeal, even the simple act of looking at each other felt awkward. But when I casually averted my gaze, Aiden squinted his eyes.

"Is it because i didn't insert when we did it in my room?"

Aiden's face was quite serious, as if he didn't thought of his finger insertion was not insertion.

"...It's not that. It's just, you like my body, and now it feels awkward to be seen."

"I still like it."

"It's just different from before, so... it feels embarrassing to show it."

"Is it all about feeling embarrassing?"

"Well... kind of."

Aiden didn't entirely believe my words, but he shamelessly started acting more boldly. It was as if he believed if that was the only issue, then it shouldn't be a problem.

Next, he slowly pulled my pajamas up to my chest. Despite the late hour, the room wasn't pitch dark. It was an unusually bright night with moonlight streaming through the large window and curtains. When I started squirming with strangely proud pride, Aiden grabbed my elbows, pressed them down, and bound me so that I could not move.

He stared at my rounded belly for a while, wearing a faint smile, and his gaze, watching me, was anything but ordinary. Feeling my face heat up, I glanced out of the window for no apparent reason. Without hesitation, his gentle touch traced my smooth skin.

Descending further under the blanket, Aiden planted soft kisses on my stomach. The plush and warm sensation made my whole body shiver.

"...What are you doing?"

"Kissing."

It was clearly a trick. Just as I found myself more fond of who I was after receiving love from Aiden, he intended to use the same method on my belly. The idea that showering affection with kisses could make you love something, regardless of appearance, seemed a bit simplistic.

"...."

It was simple, but I didn't hate it. So, I withdrew my gaze from the window and watched as he gently placed his cheek on my belly. As he released my restrained arm, I slid my hand through his silky hair like petting a dog.

Aiden repeatedly pressed his lips against my taut skin and climbed back on top of me, showing off his large physique. With confident eyes meeting mine, he cautiously parted his lips after lightly nibbling on the lower one.
The effortlessly joined lips playfully explored the meeting point, and his soft tongue teased the lining of my mouth.

"Does it diminish the sexual appeal?"

Then, as if the thought occurred to him belatedly, he narrowed his eyebrows. Rolling my eyes to some distant place, he forcefully grabbed my hand after making eye contact. He dragged my hand exactly between his body and the blanket. The bulging, protruding organ was unabashedly touched.

"It's already like this."

So, I couldn't tell if he was asking for climax or what. Thanks to the explicit excitement and the provocative sensation on my fingertips, my self-esteem showed a glimmer of recovery. Whether Aiden was hungry or not, he went into heat. It was an undeniable fact that couldn't be flipped or distorted.

"It's very hard."

"...Yeah."

Although there was no point of comparison, Aiden's arousal was exceptionally impressive. Both in size and the skillful affection derived from affection, it left no room for imitation. Aiden seemed eager to reaffirm this known fact as he repeatedly teased my hand with his penis. Unfortunately, tired from the meeting with Mister, I had no energy left to respond to such provocative signals.

"Okay, I surrender."

So, I withdrew completely, removing my hand from the provocative organ and pushed him away assertively.

Having achieved his purpose, Aiden willingly withdrew and settled next to me. Despite the winter wind tapping on the window, the second night in the U.S was so warm and cozy that the harsh cold outside was imperceptible.

Aiden looked at me, who couldn't fall asleep and was just breathing heavily, and muttered in a low voice.

"It's not that I don't know how you feel. So, if it bothers you, wear my clothes from now on."

Aiden said it with an air of self-righteousness, but it was, in fact, a form of coercion. Whether I liked myself wearing his clothes or wearing my pajamas was one of the two options. I tugged at the collar of the pajamas imbued with the scent of fabric softener.

"...Alright."

At the same time, i secretly hid my exposed stomach.

"If i sleep with my belly exposed, I'll catch a cold."

Aiden reluctantly agreed to this plausible excuse.