Secret Seduction
After planting a kiss on Hana’s cheek, Oh Yoo-ri dives back into her dance with the TV president, lost in their little world. Her mother claps along to her granddaughter’s adorable antics, beaming with delight.
“I don’t see him. Where is he? The guy from the management office.”
“Over there, in the kitchen.”
Following her mother’s pointing chin, Oh Yoo-ri’s gaze lands on the lower half of a man standing on a chair, busy with something. “When did he get here? That guy?”
“Right before you came in.”
Her mother answers absently, eyes never leaving her granddaughter. Oh Yoo-ri pulls her sweat-soaked training clothes and towel from her bag, tosses them into the washing machine, and heads for the kitchen. Grabbing a cold bottle of water from the fridge, she sizes up the management office worker from head to toe.
“Excuse me, is this for the fire safety inspection?”
“...........”
When the man gives no reply, Oh Yoo-ri steps closer and asks again. “Hey, is this the fire safety inspection?”
“Yeah.”
His thick voice answers as he turns his head toward her. “The cameras are only in the living room, so I figured I’d install them everywhere today. Heh.”
“...........”
Oh Yoo-ri stares, frozen, as he steps down from the chair. “Been a while, hasn’t it, Yoo-ri-ssi?”
“J-Jae-geun-ssi?”
“Oh, so you still remember my name?”
“What are you doing here?”
She backs away from the approaching Jae-geun until her waist bumps into the sink. With nowhere left to retreat, her upper body leans farther back to avoid his face. “What’s the matter? We’re not strangers, are we? Heh.”
“Why are you in our house?”
“Does that really matter?”
“What exactly are you trying to do?”
Her voice trembles, but she forces herself to stay calm. Jae-geun’s arm snakes around her waist and yanks her into his embrace in one swift motion. “Don’t make a scene, Yoo-ri-ssi. Heh.”
“Let go, or I’ll call my mom.”
She glares at him, struggling to break free. “Hmm, go ahead. If you want to watch that old lady keel over.”
“Don’t.”
They continue their hushed struggle in front of the kitchen sink. Jae-geun spins her around with his crude strength, her body turning far too easily in his grip. “Oh, Yoo-ri-ssi, your skin’s still so soft. Heh.”
His hand slides up her skirt, caressing her thigh. Oh Yoo-ri twists, trying to push his arm away. “I missed you so much while I was inside, heh. You’re prime goods, all right. Prime goods.”
“Please stop.”
With one hand he pins her flailing arms, the other locking around her waist as he turns them both to face the living room. Oh Yoo-ri squirms, dodging his tongue and lips as they lick at her neck and earlobe.
“See that? Your little girl.”
Hana dances energetically in her line of sight. Jae-geun roughly kneads both of her breasts. “Haah, stop, I said stop!”
She grabs his wrists in panic, but his strength is overwhelming. Even if her mother can’t see from the sofa, if Hana turns around she’ll witness her mother being groped by another man.
“I said stop, you bastard!”
She keeps her voice low, desperately fighting his hands. “Heh, you filthy bitch.”
Jae-geun pulls out his phone and shoves it in front of her face. “Yoo-ri-ssi, if she sees this, that old lady’s done for, right?”
The video plays: Oh Yoo-ri on her knees in his house, choking on his massive cock. Her legs give out and she collapses to the floor.
Jae-geun crouches in front of her, smirking. “Remember now? We were pretty hot back then.”
“...........”
Oh Yoo-ri’s mind goes blank. She can only pray this is a dream. Jae-geun flicks her cheek with his finger. “Yoo-ri-ssi, Yoo-ri, why aren’t you answering, you bitch?”
“Jae-geun-ssi.”
Her voice shakes as she finally speaks. “What is it, Yoo-ri-ssi?”
He grins like he’s having the time of his life. “I… have something to say to you.”
“So?”
“Let’s go somewhere else.”
“If we go somewhere else, you’ll spread that pussy for me?”
“...........”
“This time you won’t run. You’ll give me a nice, proper taste of that pussy, yeah?”
“Jae-geun-ssi, please don’t do this.”
“Where do you get off lying again? You think I’ll fall for it twice?”
His voice rises. Oh Yoo-ri quickly clamps a hand over his mouth. “Be quiet.”
Jae-geun licks her palm and smirks again. She yanks her hand back in disgust at the wet sensation. “Heh, so let’s just catch up for a bit. No need to be so tense.”
He slowly stands. His bulging crotch fills her vision. Oh Yoo-ri looks up at him, alarmed. Realizing his intent, she shakes her head. Ignoring her silent plea, Jae-geun unzips and pulls out his enormous cock.
“Suck it.”
Tears well in her eyes as she shakes her head violently. “Do it properly, like last time, you filthy bitch.”
His hand fists her hair and rubs his cock against her tightly closed lips. “You liked it back then, didn’t you? Show me again. Be a slut like that day.”
She keeps her lips sealed, twisting her head to avoid him. “Want me to do it right in front of your daughter instead?”
Her frantic dodging slows. She glances toward the living room where Hana bounces about. Jae-geun’s grotesque cock pushes past her lips and lodges inside.
“Aah, fuck, you’re still alive down there. That mouth-pussy is excellent, heh.”
He begins thrusting slowly into her slack mouth. Oh Yoo-ri looks up at him with burning hatred, but the glare only excites him more. “Yeah, that’s it. That’s what makes it fun to watch, heh.”
Staring down at her while she glares, cock in her mouth, Jae-geun chuckles with satisfaction. “What a sight. A mother with a cock in her mouth right in front of her kid. Heh.”
His grip on her hair tightens. “Ugh, ghh, ugh!”
The massive shaft rams deep into her throat. She claws at his muscular thighs. Aroused by her resistance, he thrusts harder. Her nails dig deeper until he finally pulls back.
“Haah, haah, haah.”
Thick strands of saliva drip from his cock and her lips, glistening on her plump thighs beneath the bunched-up skirt. Wiping her mouth, she looks up at him with a defiant glare that only fuels his desire.
Jae-geun shoves his thumb between her lips, feeling her slick tongue. “Fuck, I’ve been dying to get my hands on this body again, heh.”
He drives back in, watching her face contort as he rams her throat. One hand slips under her T-shirt, brutally squeezing her breast inside the bra. Gagging, Oh Yoo-ri endures, desperate to end this before her mother or daughter notices.
His grip on her hair becomes merciless. The pain of strands being ripped out and her crushed breast forces pained whimpers around his cock. “Hnn, ugh, hnn, ugh.”
His shaft swells even larger in her mouth. He stares at her agonized expression and suddenly stops, then floods her throat with a thick load. “Ugh, fuck, that’s it. You filthy bitch, your mouth-pussy is insane, ugh.”
Hot spurts keep pumping down her throat. She swallows every drop while he spasms against her face. “Ugh, fuck, that mouth-pussy is killing me, ugh.”
His hips jerk a few more times before he finally pulls out. Oh Yoo-ri drops to her hands and knees, retching. “Keh, ugh, ugh, keh, keh, haah, haah, ugh, ugh.”