Chapter 31
"Ah, no... Minho-ya... don't..."
Hye-seon shook her head, denying it, but every time my touch reached her, her hips twitched, welcoming my hand. Even while saying no with her mouth, her body had already escaped its owner's control and was perfectly ready to accept a male.
"I guess I'll have to punish this lying Auntie."
I pulled out my already fully aroused 'thing', and rubbed its hot glans against Hye-seon's wet 'there'.
"Alright, let's begin. Bite down hard."
"N-no! I'm not mentally ready yet... Uuugh?!"
As I put strength into my hips, with the help of the slippery vaginal fluid, my massive weapon was ready to force its way into Hye-seon's narrow opening. Words of refusal burst from Hye-seon's mouth, but her hips instinctively pressed back, positioning themselves to swallow my 'thing'.
Thwack-!
"Kyaaaaaaah-!!!"
With a scream, Hye-seon's head snapped back. My massive weapon, slippery with her sister's vaginal fluid, forcibly pushed its way into Hye-seon's narrow and tight passage. The inner walls, much narrower than Hye-jeong's, squeezed tightly as if rejecting my 'thing', but I broke through that resistance with force and plunged straight to the entrance of her uterus.
Thump!
"Haaah...! Hngh...! My stomach... my stomach...!"
Hye-seon burst into tears from the suffocating pain and pressure. A hot, massive foreign sensation filled her belly. A terrible fullness, as if my 'thing' was pushing aside her internal organs and settling in, overwhelmed her.
But I didn't stop. While kneading Hye-jeong's hips, which lay sprawled right beside us, with one hand, I grabbed Hye-seon's slender waist with the other and began the full-fledged piston thrusts.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Mmm... Ugh..."
Was it because of the loud sounds and vibrations? Hye-jeong's eyelashes, as she lay face down as if unconscious, fluttered, and she struggled to open her eyes.
"Haaah... What... what is this...?"
Her vision was hazy, the lingering effects of pleasure not yet faded. But Hye-jeong immediately gasped at the unbelievable sight unfolding before her eyes. Right beside her, within arm's reach, her younger sister, Hye-seon, with her hips raised, was being violently defiled by her nephew, Minho.
"Aahk! Ah! It hurts! It's too big!"
Hye-seon's thin thong strap danced up and down with Minho's movements, and her white hips were flushed red, making slapping sounds.
"Hye... Hye-seon-ah...?"
Hye-jeong called her sister in a hoarse voice. Had she heard that voice? Hye-seon, floundering between pleasure and pain, turned her head and met Hye-jeong's eyes.
"U-Unnie...! Unnie...!"
Hye-seon's tear-streaked face was wretched. She reached out a trembling hand and grabbed Hye-jeong's wrist.
"S-save me...! I'm dying...! It's too big...! My stomach feels like it's going to burst...! Uugh!"
It was a clear cry for help. Her usual haughtiness was nowhere to be found, replaced by the scream of a female crushed by the overwhelming power of a male. But that desperate exchange of glances only fueled my sadism.
"Such touching sisterly love. But what to do? I have no intention of stopping."
I gripped Hye-seon's waist even tighter, and increased my speed to maximum.
Thud! Thump! Thump! Thump!
"Kyaaaahk! Aahk! No! There! It's touching there!!"
As my glans began to mercilessly crush the entrance of Hye-seon's uterus, her head thrashed wildly. Violent convulsions, strong enough to make her lose her grip on Hye-jeong's hand, seized her entire body.
"I'm! I'm coming! I'm dying! Dyinggg!"
Squish! Gurgle! Gush!
Hot magma surged within me once again, and I poured my second ejaculation deep inside Hye-seon. An enormous amount of semen filled her narrow vagina to the point of overflowing and gushing out.
"Hiiiiiik-!!!"
Hye-seon screamed a death rattle and rolled her eyes back. Excessive pleasure had exceeded her brain's tolerance. Her body arched like a bow, then flopped onto the glass table like a puppet with its strings cut.
Thud.
"Hye, Hye-seon-ah...?!"
Hye-jeong was horrified. Her sister had foamed at the mouth and fainted right before her eyes. Between her hips, a white, foamy liquid was gurgling out.
"W-what is this...?"
Hye-jeong tried to grasp the situation, and looked up at me with trembling, fearful eyes. Minho, who had knocked out her sister, slowly rose. His eyes gleamed with an unquenched hunger.
Stomp.
I roughly pushed the unconscious Hye-seon aside, and approached Hye-jeong, who was staring blankly at me. I thrust my 'thing', still raging and bobbing, in front of Hye-jeong's eyes.
"Mom. Auntie left too quickly... so you'll have to take responsibility for the rest, won't you? Your son is still far from satisfied."
"Mi, Minho-ya..."
Hye-jeong swallowed dryly and tried to back away. But behind her was already a cold glass window. As my hot breath touched her face, Hye-jeong flinched and shook her head.
"No...! N-not here! Hye-seon is unconscious too... and if someone comes in...!"
"What if someone comes in? Wouldn't it be even more exciting and good to show them Mom fucking her son?"
"D-don't say such things...! Please... I can't take any more... Augh!"
As if I didn't want to hear her excuses anymore, I grabbed her wrist, which was resting on the glass table, and roughly pulled her to the floor.
Crash-!
"Kyaaahk!"
Hye-jeong's body rolled weakly onto the conference room floor. Before she could regain her senses, I immediately pounced on her.
Thump.
"Uuugh... Y-you're heavy... Son...!"
I bound Hye-jeong's hands together above her head, and thrust my firm thighs between her legs. Lying on the floor, Hye-jeong was completely pinned beneath me.
Her appearance, viewed from above, was truly a spectacle. Her breasts, looking ready to burst, swayed between her loosened blouse, and from between her pulled-up skirt and her open panties, the traces of what I had just ejaculated flowed out, making a mess.
"Haaah... Haaah... Get off... Please..."
Hye-jeong panted and tried to push me away, but there was no strength in her touch. Rather, her palms, touching my body, were burning hot.
"You say you don't want it with your mouth, but why are your eyes so lewd? Mom?"
I grabbed Hye-jeong's chin, forcing her to meet my gaze.
"Auntie's cum and what I gave Mom earlier... they're mixed, and the smell is really strong. Do you like your son's scent that much?"
"S-stop... Don't say such things... I'm embarrassed... Hngh..."
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. This is just the beginning."
I spread Hye-jeong's legs wide and made her wrap them around my waist.
"It's not enough. I'm still hungry. So... Mom, you have to take responsibility until the end."
Forgetting that the unconscious Hye-seon was lying right beside us, and that this was a company, with the sole intention of ravishing the woman before me, I once again positioned my massive weapon at Hye-jeong's wet entrance.
"Ah... Aah... Minho-ya...!"
Hye-jeong tightly closed her eyes, her gaze a mix of resignation and anticipation. There was nowhere to run. This conference room would not be closed until her hungry son's desires were satisfied.
Meanwhile, outside the conference room. A strange silence hung over the secretarial office adjacent to the President's office.
"......"
"......"
Chief Choi, the head secretary, and Yuri, the junior secretary, were pretending to work while looking at their monitors, but in reality, all their attention was focused on the tightly closed conference room door.
At first, it sounded like a small argument, then slapping sounds of impact followed. And then, a little later....
<Aahng! No! It's too deep!>
<Haaahng! Son! There! There!>
Despite the soundproofing, the sounds erupting from inside were incredibly explicit and intense. It was the scream of a female itself, unbelievable as the voice of President Shin Hye-jeong, who was usually called the 'Iron Lady' and made her employees tremble. Moreover, there were occasional sounds of another woman's voice, a man's rough breathing, and the thwack, thwack of flesh hitting flesh.
(My god... what in the world is happening in there right now?)
Junior secretary Yuri's face turned beet red like a radish. It was something she couldn't even imagine. The President, her younger sister, and the President's son had gone in... but the sounds coming out were clearly those of a 'group sex act'.
(That haughty President... making those sounds while being fucked by her son?)
Yuri swallowed dryly. Imagination was a stronger stimulus than sight. The sense of depravity from the fact that the company's President was moaning and acting as her son's sexual outlet, with only a door separating them, was immense.
Hye-jeong's almost-screaming cries of ecstasy burst forth from inside. Was that sound a signal?
Chief Choi, the head of the secretarial office, subtly lowered her hand beneath the desk. She glanced around. There was no one in the hallway. Only accomplices sharing the lewd sounds were in this space.
Slide.
Chief Choi pretended to review approval documents, staring intently at her monitor, but her hand was already delving into her tight skirt.
"Hnnnngh..."
A low moan escaped Chief Choi's lips. She wasn't the only one. Junior Yuri, sitting opposite her, was also crossing her legs in an X-shape and squirming her body.