Chapter 13
Episode 13
Just off the main streets of Myeongdong, tucked away in an alley.
A place slightly removed from the usual tourist foot traffic.
The clothing store owned by my mother-in-law, Jo A-young, was nestled on the first floor of an old building.
Beyond the glass windows, dresses hung neatly, bathed in soft lighting.
The sign wasn't large.
The store's name, written in smooth, handwritten-like font, was printed cleanly against a white background.
When the door opened, a small bell chimed brightly.
Ding-a-ling—
"Welcome! Oh my, Ra-hee is here? Oh? Baek Bo-young and Sung Sook-hee too? Long time no see! So good to see you! Hohoho."
"Yeah. I heard the Purple Cartel is starting up again, so I brought the girls along to catch up. Hohoh."
They were Jo A-young's longtime friends and former members of the Myeongdong 12 Princesses—
Oh Ra-hee, Baek Bo-young, and Sung Sook-hee.
Oh Ra-hee was a famous actress currently active under the stage name Oh Min-hee.
Despite her fame, she was surprisingly down-to-earth.
Among the Myeongdong 12 Princesses, her facial features were the most striking.
Even at her age, she still had a sizable following of devoted fans.
She occasionally visited Jo A-young's store to borrow outfits for events.
"It's been way too long, A-young. Hehe. At this rate, we only see each other once a year! Let's keep in touch more often!"
Baek Bo-young, with her snow-white skin.
Among the 12 Princesses, she had the most translucent complexion.
Now a housewife, she was preparing to launch a mukbang YouTube channel.
Her voluptuous figure matched her enormous appetite.
"Hey! Jo A-young! You never come out drinking anymore! Your skin looks so plump—did you finally find some decent muscle these days?"
Sung Sook-hee, who ran a whiskey bar in Itaewon.
She was always drunk—no doubt an alcoholic.
Among the 12 Princesses, she had the highest alcohol tolerance.
With a face that leaned toward the plain side, her assets—both her ass and chest—were remarkably well-endowed.
"It's really been ages! Hohoho! Sook-hee! You still look half-drunk! Wow, Bo-young, you've gotten even paler! Ah, Ra-hee! Just put the clothes over there!"
Thud.
Oh Ra-hee set down the shopping bag containing the borrowed outfits in a corner.
"The Purple Cartel is reopening next month! Hiya! I'm so excited I can't sleep! By the way, is the manager handsome?"
"Hehehe. We'll get to eat lots of delicious things, right? I can't wait to taste our manager's dick too. Heheh!"
"Make sure to stock up on alcohol! If we run out, just grab some from my bar! But does the manager even like drinking? Hic!"
Each of them buzzed with excitement for the revival of the Purple Cartel.
"Oh! That reminds me—Ra-hee, are you still in touch with Kim Yoo-ah? I wonder how she's doing in the States?"
Jo A-young asked Oh Ra-hee.
"Yeah. Our former Purple Cartel president, Wang Mi-yu, reached out to her, I think. Anyway, Kim Yoo-ah left for the States right after the Purple Cartel disbanded. It's been almost five years since we last saw her, right?"
"Ugh. That girl. Hic! Just up and left like that. Should've at least had a drink with us before going. Hic!"
"Wow. Since Yoo-ah's coming back to Korea after so long, we should treat her to lots of good food. Heheh!"
They chatted excitedly, catching up on each other's lives.
The afternoon sunlight streamed through the glass windows,
filling the air with warmth.
A breeze slipped through the front door's gap,
making the small bells sway and jingle.
***
Whirr.
Click, click—
As the arrival gate at Incheon Airport opened,
a commotion erupted in one corner of the arrivals hall.
A crowd of people stood holding placards,
while camera shutters clicked from all directions.
Fans waiting for the return of a famous female idol.
Waaah—
Soon, the automatic doors slid open.
Amidst bright cheers, the idol stepped into view.
Surrounded by bodyguards, she moved swiftly through the crowd,
and the fans' gazes naturally followed her.
But then—
Amid the idol's fanfare,
another woman emerged behind her.
A member of the Purple Cartel, former Myeongdong 12 Princess—
Kim Yoo-ah.
She wasn't dressed up at all.
Square sunglasses perched on her face,
her deep brown hair swayed just past her shoulders.
A tight white T-shirt clung to her, her nipples faintly visible beneath.
Over it, she wore a denim jacket.
Her legs, stretching straight from her hot pants,
shimmered with a golden tan,
as if dusted with glitter.
"Whoa! Who's that? A new member?"
An entertainment reporter quickly turned his camera toward Kim Yoo-ah.
"Wow. Damn. Look at her proportions—she's practically model-tier!"
Even the idol's fans, holding up their placards,
stared dumbfounded.
The famous idol, perhaps feeling awkward,
stopped mid-stride,
striking a pose to flaunt her figure for the cameras.
Click, click, click—
But the lenses were now aimed
at Kim Yoo-ah, who walked past indifferently.
"Look over here! What's your name?"
A reporter stretched out a microphone from the crowd.
Kim Yoo-ah smiled as if accustomed to this and replied:
"I'm just an ordinary person. Have a good day!"
Her voice carried a metallic rasp.
A husky tone unlike anything they'd heard before.
The reporters and idol's fans froze momentarily.
"Th-that voice is so sexy...? Feels like I'm hypnotized..."
The entertainment reporter who first aimed his camera at her began trailing her.
Hurry, hurry—
"Excuse me! What's your name?"
Then, a bodyguard towering well over two meters
blocked his path.
"Sir, please step back."
"......!"
The flustered reporter took a step back.
The surging crowd, too, halted under the giant's intimidating presence.
Kim Yoo-ah turned her head, smiled,
and waved at the crowd.
Waaah—!
As if enchanted by her smile and gesture,
the idol's fans erupted in deafening cheers.
The female idol, scheduled for a fan meeting,
seemed at a loss before slipping behind the crowd,
putting on sunglasses, and fleeing the airport like a fugitive.
***
Today, I clocked out early.
My reflection in the rearview mirror looked a little tired.
Between Park Joo-im in the morning and Seo Joo-ri in the afternoon, I'd been pounding away nonstop.
No wonder.
I barely found a spot in the alley and parked.
Beep, beep, beep, click—
As I opened the gate, a cold wind blew through.
Not a single light was on—complete darkness.
Ding-ding—
I unlocked the front door and stepped inside.
But something felt off.
There was a presence.
A rustling sound came from the bedroom.
My mother-in-law had said she was meeting friends today.
Kim Mi-in was working late due to month-end closing.
No one should've been home.
Suspicion crept in—maybe a burglar?
My dick stiffened slightly.
Treading carefully, I approached the bedroom.
Creak—
I cautiously cracked the door open.
Then, an unbelievable sight unfolded before me.
A woman lay on the bed, blanket draped over her.
Only her upper body was covered—her bare ass was sticking out.
Is this... an event?
A signal fired from my dick, which had been limp from exhaustion.
I wasn't entirely sure whose ass this was.
I fumbled along the bedroom wall for the light switch.
Click—
But the lights didn't turn on.
Probably switched off at the breaker for the "event."
This household's women truly understood the art of seduction.
I approached the mystery ass.
Even in the dim silhouette,
her pussy glistened with a clear sheen.
I climbed onto the bed, gripping her ass with both hands.
Then, I tasted the dew gathered at its center.
But—
It was different from the juices of my mother-in-law and Kim Mi-in.
This one had a hint of lemon—fresh and tangy.
Slurp.
I shelved the thought for now,
flicking my tongue between her folds, lapping greedily.
The blanket-covered upper body trembled violently.
As if determined not to reveal her identity,
she stifled her moans, enduring silently.
But the ass I held in my hands
felt even softer than usual.
A thought flashed—maybe it wasn't Jo A-young or Kim Mi-in.
The thought flickered through my mind,
but lust stroked my dick harder.
Pop-pop-pop—
The unstoppable horniness overrode reason.
Fuck first, ask questions later.
Squelch, squelch—
The woman's trembling intensified as I entered her.
Slap, slap, slap—
I pounded her from behind.
Now that I thought about it, she seemed taller than Jo A-young and Kim Mi-in.
Her slender waist dipped inward, and her legs stretched long beneath her ass.
A slender figure.
Yet her ass had a plumpness to it.
Swoosh—
I slid a hand under the blanket,
groping until I seized her breast.
No way.
This was definitely someone else.
Not just the size—
but the softness was unlike Kim Mi-in or Jo A-young's firm mounds.
My palm sank in as if embraced by clouds.
It was soothing—like falling asleep mid-thrust.
Then, a signal fired from below.
Squelch—
Her pussy clenched around my shaft like a vise.
It felt like being caught in a triangle choke by a Jiu-Jitsu black belt.
"Guh—! What the hell?!"
Thrust, thrust, thrust—
Trapped in the technique, I pistoned harder, trying to break free.
The friction was muffled but intense.
Who is this woman? An assassin sent to punish me?
The absurd thought flashed through my mind.
But I, too, had the skill of unstoppable horniness.
I wouldn't go down easy.
Squelch, squelch—
Her tremors intensified under my grip.
By now, she was probably savoring the taste of molten steel in her depths.
"Hng..."
Finally, a moan escaped.
Seizing the opportunity, I rammed harder.
Thump, thump, thump—!
"Hihihng... Hngh..."
She was crying.
Like I've said before—
sometimes women moan like they're weeping.
Men shouldn't panic—just keep fucking.
Thump, thump, thump—
She was a tough opponent.
The pressure from below would've made most men surrender already.
But after relentless pounding, her triangle choke loosened slightly.
Time for a counter.
Slam, slam, slam—!
I straightened my torso, driving into her at a right angle.
"Hhng...! Hngh...!"
Moans poured out continuously.
At this point, even if the match ended now, I'd win by decision.
"Take this creampie—!"
Squelch—splurt!
The pussy's tightness made me cum harder than usual.
Unusual, considering I'd already fucked twice today.
Drip... drip...
As I pulled out,
thick white cream oozed from her gaping hole.
The woman stayed in cat position, ass raised, trembling.
"Who the hell are you?!"
Post-nut clarity kicked in, and I interrogated her.
Then—
Whoosh—
The blanket flew over my head, blinding me.
And—
Wham!
"Guh—!"
A kick landed squarely on the back of my skull.
Thud.
Like a light switch flipping off, I collapsed onto the bed.