Guest Girl Da-in (1)
Han No-eul sat at the edge of the bed and looked at my waist.
"Don't be nervous. This house is just as strange to me."
"Why is this happening? Why are you…"
"Do-hun's sperm motility has dropped a lot, apparently. But he still insists he has to become S-grade…"
My head was a mess.
Han No-eul lowered her mouth to my cock again. She worked the underside of the head with the tip of her tongue, relentless and steady.
Su-jeong came to mind again. Mixed into the unstoppable physical response was a thread of guilt toward her. I thought I should get out of this chaotic situation — but my body had already stopped listening.
Han No-eul rose and laid me back toward the bed. Then she climbed on top of me.
I looked at her. Something in her eyes looked lonely. And on her side, a large purplish bruise.
"Did someone hit you? There…"
"Ah… no."
It sat wrong with me, but I couldn't press further.
She took my erect cock in one hand and lined it up against her pussy.
Slowly — it slid in. She was wet enough for it to sink without resistance, slick enough to slip free — and yet, strangely, it felt completely full. Even as it threatened to slide out from the wetness, she clenched tight around me.
"Ahh…"
A moan spilled from Han No-eul. Her breasts swayed.
"It's really big."
It wasn't the narrow, rough chewing grip of Su-jeong's — this was soft, slippery, a new kind of squeeze.
This situation. I didn't understand it. But I could argue about it later. For now — just come. It was too fucking hot. Honestly, I couldn't stop.
Then —
The door opened quietly, and someone came in.
A white top and a pink skirt uniform. The skirt was so short her panties showed. On her chest, a name tag: Relationship Excitement Carer, 20055. Full breasts that looked ready to pop the buttons. A sharp jawline, lips red and vivid. A face that somehow seized the eye and wouldn't let go.
She undid her buttons slowly as she stepped into the room.
Relationship Excitement Carer…
The moment I saw the name tag, a name rose up.
Lee So-eun.
"…I got F-grade… infertility diagnosis…"
"So now… I've been assigned as a carer."
Her tearful voice replayed at my ear. How many carers were there in South Korea? What exactly did they do? It was the question that had sat with me ever since I met So-eun.
20055. Was So-eun living as a number now, too — no longer So-eun?
Han No-eul stayed calm. I was the one rattled by the stranger's entrance. In an instant, my cock shrank.
"I'm sorry. I came in far too carelessly…"
"It's fine."
Han No-eul's voice was soft. Her pussy brushed over my softened cock like a gentle massage. The slick glide of that bare, hairless pussy felt good — a texture completely different from Su-jeong's.
The carer slipped her hand to where my cock met Han No-eul's pussy. She caressed the space between my cock and my ass with a soft touch. No-eul's wetness had run down and made everything slippery, and the carer's fingers were soft too.
And in the middle of sinking into that feeling… the carer's middle finger carefully rubbed my asshole.
"Ugh."
A sensation I'd never felt before.
"Fuck."
The curse flew out of me before I could stop it. That finger was too skilled, too gentle, stimulating my ass in a slow, deliberate rhythm. My cock jumped like mad.
"Fuuuck…"
I didn't even know who I was cursing at, or why — it just erupted.
Han No-eul rolled her hips on top of my cock. The clench-and-release alone was already more than I could take, but the unfamiliar pressure on my ass was worse. I felt the carer's tongue licking my thigh. This wasn't stimulation ordinary women could give. Like something out of a magazine I'd once flipped through — she had clearly been professionally trained.
Like premature ejaculation — I just blew.
"Haa… ha…"
The director's wife… In that brief span of time I couldn't even track how I'd been led into it, every last absurd thing was already over.
Han No-eul was still wringing the last of my cum out of me on top of my body. It didn't feel like I'd come — it felt like it had been robbed from me. Semen.
With my load still packed full inside her pussy, Han No-eul said, "Taeo's… that was good," then rose off me, quietly opened the door, and left.
The carer was licking the fluids off my cock. I caught her shoulder lightly, trying to stop her.
"Cleanup is part of the manual. I have to clean the remaining cum."
Her tongue worked over No-eul's pussy juice stuck to my cock and the cum that had run down. Looking up at me while she licked — the angle men love most. Eyes looking up while sucking cock. A face that seemed to know exactly what expression to wear…
By then it wasn't my cock that was about to come — it was my brain.
20055 licked my cock for a while like that, then quietly left the room.
Outside the bedroom door, the housekeeper stood holding my pants — the ones that had been dropped under the dining table — neatly folded. I wanted to demand what the hell any of this was, but I just followed her guidance out of the house.
I slipped off my shoes and stepped into the living room. It was quiet. A familiar temperature, familiar air. And yet I wondered how something so familiar could feel this strange.
Su-jeong was asleep on the sofa. She hadn't even turned on a light. In the dark living room I sat down beside the sofa where she lay.
My head… wouldn't settle.
That house. The naked pregnant woman. The hand under the table. And the faces that accepted all of it as if it were ordinary.
Carers. That was a different world. Under the same system, an entirely different way of living.
Su-jeong rubbed her eyes and sat up.
"You idiot, why are you so late?"
"Yeah."
She smelled like my woman. Skin smell. Person smell.
"How was it? That house."
I answered without turning my head.
"Just… weird."
Su-jeong nodded. She didn't ask more.
In front of my eyes, that naked dining table floated up. A-grade… I wanted to get there too. Of course, with Su-jeong. I found myself curious about the tip of the pyramid.
I lay down on the bed next to Su-jeong. Stared at the dark ceiling. The smell of that house was still in my nose. Wine, perfume, a stranger's skin.
I could hear Su-jeong's breathing. Soft and even. I closed my eyes.
How much time passed — Su-jeong moved. Pretending to sleep, or actually asleep, she slowly pressed her body toward mine. An arm came up over my chest. A leg wrapped around me. The way mothers used to wrap themselves around fathers before this system existed. It felt like a wife of ten years.
Then her head settled on my shoulder. I opened my eyes. Su-jeong was asleep. I cupped that head lightly. It smelled like shampoo. For some reason, the smell of that other house had become tiresome.
When I opened my eyes in the morning, a smell was coming from the kitchen. Sharp kimchi jjigae. Su-jeong stood there in an apron.
"You're up?"
"Yeah."
"Go wash. Food's ready."
I went to the bathroom. Stood at the sink and looked in the mirror. Last night's events flickered past. Han No-eul. Under the table. 20055. Su-jeong hadn't asked a single thing.
I sat at the table. Pork kimchi jjigae. Still bubbling in the earthen pot. A bowl of rice, kkakdugi, a fried egg. Su-jeong sat across from me.
I took a sip of the broth.
"Ahh, that's good."
"Of course it is, you idiot. I made it."
Su-jeong fished a piece of pork into my rice bowl. That quiet smile mixed with cursing — that was just Su-jeong.
"Hey, Su-jeong. The director asked how you were doing."
Su-jeong's chopsticks stopped.
"What did he say."
"Asked if you were okay. Said you must have been pretty shaken back then."
Su-jeong stirred the stew without a word. She seemed about to say something, then stopped.
"Su-jeong."
"Yeah."
"Do you know the director?"
She looked at me. Her eyes wavered for a second.
"How would I know him…"
"Because he keeps bringing you up."
"I don't know him."
"Okay."
"Don't say weird shit and just eat."
Su-jeong dropped her gaze.
"Su-jeong. The director also asked if he could come by our place sometime."
Her hand stopped.
"No."
It took less than a second.
"Why?"
"Just."
"He's helped us a lot."
"I know."
"Still no?"
"Yeah."
Nothing more.
"At least a reason."
"Shut up. I said no."
Absolute.
"Then what about the guest girl from the last broadcast? Is that a no too?"
"That one's up to you."
Su-jeong set down her spoon and stood. I watched her back. Her shoulders were rigid. Something felt off, but —
Hah…
A threesome scene with Su-jeong and Da-in played out in front of my eyes like a movie. She did say it was up to me, right?
The moment I got to work, I opened the company messenger.
"Kyaaah— oh my god oh my god how—!!!!"
Da-in shot up from her seat and screamed.
"What, Da-in hit the lottery?"
The team leader asked, startled.
"Yeees… I'm so happy I'm going crazy."
"What is it, what is it?"
"Is it actually the lottery?"
"Look at Da-in's face lmao."
The office dissolved into laughter. Da-in sat back down with her face bright red.
The team leader came over to my desk.
"Kwon Taeo, did you mess with Kim Da-in?"
"No, sir."
I'm about to, though…
"Last time she was yelling about how handsome you are, and today she's going crazy over something."
"Results of diligent instruction, sir."
The team leader snorted a laugh and walked off.
Da-in shot up from her seat and bolted toward the bathroom.