Ingrid's Sigh

A quiet room.

Ingrid and Jeong Yushin were both looking down at the table.

A set of leopard-print underwear, yellow and black, lay on the table.

“...”

Gulp.

Jeong Yushin swallowed dryly.

‘Am I totally fucked?’

He'd brought the underwear Karin had worn, wrapped up with medicine and food.

From her mother's perspective, the Barbaroi she'd thought was chaste until now had suddenly appeared.

It was the same as saying, ‘Woohoo! I thoroughly enjoyed your daughter! These are the underwear she wore while being corrupted into a wanton woman—exactly my taste!’...