The Tyrant Son and the Forbidden Women (6)

Her flushed white skin trembled as it pushed my cum back out of her. Between those thick, meaty thighs, her pink pussy glistened, slick and swollen.

"Mmh..."

Hot breath spilled from between her red lips as she rode out the aftershocks of what we'd just done. I could feel her plump breasts rising and falling with every unsteady breath.

"Dongho... how am I supposed to go around with these on my chest..."

The kiss marks I'd left were scattered across the flesh of her breasts — so blatant that anyone who saw them would know exactly what they were. That knowledge sent a twisted little thrill through me. Her face was burning. She looked thoroughly, helplessly embarrassed.

The woman I loved. I wanted to make her completely mine now — this woman who had once lain under another man and moaned for him. I wanted her as a woman who spread her legs for me and me alone.

"Don't cover them. Nobody's going to know."

Honestly, I wanted to show those marks to Seongdae's father. Would he even notice? And even if he did, suspecting a woman like her of having an affair wouldn't come easily. A refined, proper housewife who lived for nothing but her family — cheating? Unthinkable.

"Mmh... still..."

She let out a shy breath and slowly sat up. The milky-white cum spilling from her pussy ran down the inside of her thighs in slow, thick trails.

As the heat of it trickled down, she wiped herself clean with a tissue, dabbing at her pussy and thighs with careful, unhurried strokes. The sight of it was indescribably filthy.

"Seongdae... he'll be okay, right?"

She brought up his name again, worry creeping back into her voice. In her heart, her son was still number one.

"Of course. Everything's going according to plan. Don't worry too much."

"Thank you, Dongho... I really have no one but you."

Expectation hung in those big eyes of hers. I wasn't thrilled that she was still worrying about Seongdae — but for my own sake, this needed to be finished quickly. As long as Suyeon knew about us, it was only a matter of time before we were found out.

After I sent her off, I checked my phone. A few messages were waiting.

Seo Mikyeong...

The photo of her smiling, that voluptuous chest hidden under loose, shapeless clothes, looked strangely lewd if you knew what was underneath. Peel those layers off and the curves of her body would put themselves on full display.

How many men had seen her naked? How many had sucked on those heavy breasts, shoved their cocks into that pussy of hers?

Her coquettish little moans drifted up out of nowhere, and my crotch seemed to swell on its own. If it weren't for the woman I loved, I would have fucked Mikyeong dozens of times by now.

Attached to her message were the men's specs, laid out one after another.

What the hell was this...?

The escorts' profiles were laid out like celebrity press kits. This Royce guy was a muscle type — height, weight, even the length and girth of his cock, all spelled out in black and white.

Under 25... that was his age, then? There was even a one-line pitch from the madam. The whole thing was disturbingly well organized. The thought that Suyeon had built all of this herself went past impressive and landed somewhere close to frightening.

And I had to pick Seongdae out of this lineup. How the hell was I supposed to find him...?

Then one profile snagged my eye.

A familiar nickname. I could see Seongdae as a kid, picking nothing but the Tekken character Paul, every single time. He used to copy Paul's special moves and mess with the other kids at school like it was all a big joke.

The physical specs underneath lined up too. Close enough to be him.

What a simple bastard. However much he loved Paul, using the game character's name as-is? I didn't need to look at anything else.

I could feel the fear and the thrill sitting side by side in her texts. She'd probably thought I would be the only other man she'd ever been with besides her husband.

These little acts of deviance seemed to be giving her a serious kick. I wrote back that I understood, and to let me know once the place was set.

Okay. We'd started. That was already halfway there.

Now she just had to talk Seongdae into it. And if I could pull him out the way the woman I loved wanted... she would lean on me even more than she already did.

I scrolled down a little further, and something jumped out at me.

What the hell was this...?

Monster... The write-up felt like it was pointing straight at me. The physical specs, the size of the thing, even the part about looking ordinary...

This was completely me, wasn't it?

Suyeon had slapped the nickname Monster on me without so much as asking. Don't look at the face, just look at the size... It was a pretty shameless profile.

I checked my messages again. Another one was waiting.

So much for staying a decent human being. It was Suyeon.

Her message was as short as it got. She never bothered greeting anyone she considered beneath her.

"H-hello?"

"The fuck. You gonna pick up sometime today?"

Rude-ass bitch. If her face weren't so damn pretty...

Hearing her voice, I could see it again — cum sliding down that haughty face of hers — and I felt my crotch thicken.

"Ah. Sorry. What's up?"

I wanted nothing more than to grab her by the hair and paint that face all over again, but she was still my boss. Pissing her off was not an option.

"Keep your weekend free. I booked you a new job."

"What?"

A new job. Don't tell me someone actually picked that Monster profile. Who the hell looks at a write-up like that and opens their wallet...?

"Hey. Jeong Dongho. Don't make me say things twice. Got it?"

"Uh? Yeah..."

"I'll send you the time and place. Shut up and be there."

Her orders were always one-way traffic.

"Got it..."

"Oh — and this time it's two sessions back to back. Take care of that thing of yours. These people are coming just for your cock."

"What!?"

Beep... beep... beep...

She said what she had to say and hung up. Two sessions back to back? So two different people had looked at that profile and actually booked me...?

It wasn't excitement I felt. It was something closer to a heavy, sinking responsibility. Her line about taking care of the goods didn't sound like a joke.

I wanted to offer that thing to the woman I loved and no one else. Instead I'd been reduced to shoving my cock into married women whose names I didn't even know and handing them their pleasure.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go...

I had the distinct feeling I'd walked straight into a trap Suyeon had built. I needed to pull Seongdae out of this and cut ties with her, fast. Get Seongdae out, and her whole dangerous little business was finished — or at the very least, she wouldn't be able to get near the two of us anymore.

Suyeon. No extra words. Just the time and the place.

Mikyeong's text came in right on the heels of it. Of course it was the same time slot. That killed any chance of meeting her beforehand to go over the plan.

If I wasn't careful, I could run into Seongdae there...

And if that happened, the whole thing went up in smoke. If Seongdae found out I was working as a seonsu, he could start suspecting my relationship with her too. He was sharp enough. More than sharp enough.

From here on, I had no choice but to put it all on Mikyeong...

I could almost hear that soft, measured teacher's voice of hers. The only person who could talk a rebel like Seongdae into anything was her.

That body of hers, the curves of her lower half showing through a loose skirt... I could see her again, ass pushed back toward me, pussy on full display. I could almost feel my thick cock sinking deep between those folds.

Would Seongdae be able to keep his dick in his pants once he saw her? Her face was proper enough — but that body was the kind of size any man would want to get his hands on, at least once.

Maybe it was the filthy little movie of Mikyeong playing in my head. Maybe it was the news that some strange married woman would be waiting on my cock this weekend. Either way, the hard outline of it was standing out plainly against my pants.

"Hah..."

I let out a breath and shook my head. The only person I loved was her. I could almost see it — my own cum running down those white thighs of hers.

"I'm counting on you, Dongho."

Those big eyes looking up at me, leaning on me. I couldn't let her down.

I slid my hand into my pants and wrapped it around that massive thing of mine.

Monster...

The thick cock in my fist seemed determined to prove the nickname wasn't a lie. Thinking about it, it was a pretty damn cool alias.

That bitch Suyeon... at least she knows a big dick when she sees one...

Alright. Let's just finish ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠this job clean. It's all for her.

I bit my lip and started stroking, thinking of her and her alone.