Chapter 093: The Compromise (18+)

Yumi walked back to the edge of the sofa and sat down next to Jihoon.

She hugged her arms and remained silent, while Jihoon sat beside her with his head lowered, not uttering a word.

Occasionally, he glanced up at Yumi’s profile.

Seeing her angry expression, a flicker of fear passed through his eyes, but it was soon replaced by infatuation.

For Yumi, for what he internally believed to be “love,” he ultimately did not compromise.

They sat together on the sofa in complete silence.

“Let’s go to school tomorrow. Aside from actual intercourse, I will try to satisfy your other demands…”

After thinking for a long time, Yumi finally spoke.

Her words shocked me.

In the end, Yumi had compromised.

Although she had not agreed to have sex with Jihoon, this kind of compromise was still unacceptable to me.

No matter how you looked at it, she had already agreed to part of his demands.

A green hat was now firmly planted on my head.

Upon hearing Yumi’s words, Jihoon abruptly lifted his head and stared at her.

At that moment, Yumi turned to look at him too.

The excitement in Jihoon’s eyes was impossible to hide. Although Yumi had not agreed to have intercourse with him, there were many other things they could do besides that.

Moreover, this was a “good” start, indicating that Yumi had accepted him to some extent. He was thrilled, feeling that the slap he had received was not in vain.

At the same time, Jihoon also understood that this was Yumi’s bottom line. If he pushed her further, it might lead to a “mutual destruction” outcome.

Jihoon did not speak, nod, or shake his head. He showed no explicit reaction, merely lowering his head with a somewhat shy demeanor.

Seeing this made my blood boil… his silence was tantamount to tacit agreement.

After saying this, Yumi slowly rose and returned to her room, closing the door behind her.

Jihoon, meanwhile, excitedly ran back to his bedroom.

Once in her room, Yumi looked at the photo wall filled with pictures of us and finally broke down in silent tears, her face filled with regret.

She had agreed to Jihoon’s demands, but after doing so, she felt immense remorse and helplessness.

If heaven had given her a second choice, she would have done everything possible to escape.

Unfortunately, Jihoon had not given her a second option.

By afternoon, Yumi emerged from her bedroom with swollen, red eyes.

She went to the bathroom to wash up and applied some makeup before starting to prepare dinner.

After finishing the meal, she went to call Jihoon to eat.

As she approached his door, her face showed reluctance and resignation.

Just as she raised her hand to knock, she hesitated.

Since she had already agreed to Jihoon’s demands, she could not afford to create a sense of distance, especially since Jihoon’s compromise had come at the cost of her own sacrifice.

Throughout the afternoon, Yumi’s face had repeatedly shown signs of regret.

She regretted why she had agreed to Jihoon’s demands, and perhaps she even regretted why she had agreed to let me bring Jihoon home in the first place.

Her emotional attachment to Jihoon, her yearning for maternal love, and the hard-won bond between mother and son had made it impossible for her to let go.

If nothing unexpected happened, she would never be able to have children of her own.

Jihoon was her only hope, and I knew how deeply she longed for a child.

Yet, unexpectedly, this very longing had backfired, leading to the current situation.

The regret was not Yumi’s alone… I felt it too.

In the end, Yumi did not knock but instead pushed open Jihoon’s door.

She saw him sitting at his desk with his back to her, reviewing his lessons.

Seeing this, her expression softened slightly.

After returning to his room, Jihoon had lain on his bed, excited for a long time, before getting up to study, appearing unusually diligent.

It seemed he felt that victory was finally within reach.

“Time to eat…” Yumi said softly, her voice already somewhat hoarse.

After speaking, she turned and returned to the dining table.

Hearing Yumi’s words, Jihoon put down his book and pen, rubbed his cheeks to suppress his excited expression, and walked out of his bedroom with a calm demeanor.

The two sat at the table eating, both lost in their thoughts.

Yumi ate very little, as she had little appetite, consuming just enough to sustain her basic needs.

Jihoon, perhaps in high spirits, ate a great deal, making up for the meals he had “missed” over the past few days.

After dinner, Jihoon proactively returned to his room to study, behaving very diligently, as if to prove to Yumi that her sacrifice was worthwhile.

Once Yumi had finished cleaning up, she returned to her bedroom.

There, she changed into her pajamas and sat on the bed for a long time, lost in thought.

Occasionally, she glanced at the time, noticing how late it was getting.

Eventually, she had to face reality. She put down her phone, stood up, and walked to the door.

Looking back at our photo, her eyes filled with guilt and determination.

Finally, she opened the door and stepped out.

From the bedroom surveillance camera, her retreating figure appeared resolute… like a soldier heading to the battlefield, unsure if she would return alive.

Yumi stopped in front of Jihoon’s door.

She had originally hoped to avoid this night, even if just for one night.

But if she did not resolve her relationship with Jihoon thoroughly tonight, he might skip school again tomorrow.

In the end, she had come.

She stood outside Jihoon’s door for a long time before finally pushing it open.

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