The Former Idol Is a Madam
"Hahh....."
"Aaang....!"
A man and a woman's voices bled through the walls of the quiet motel room. Some of that was the awkward silence choking our own room, sure — but this cheap-ass motel barely had any soundproofing to begin with.
"S-Seongdae...?"
Her refined face went deathly pale in an instant, and her hands began to tremble. There was no way she wouldn't recognize the voice of the son she had raised for decades.
"Seongdae is in the next room?"
She couldn't hold it in. Her voice shook as she looked at Suyeon. True to her reputation as the Ice Princess, Suyeon's expression didn't so much as flicker. She simply regarded her with those calm, indifferent eyes.
"That's right. Seongdae is next door."
"You...!"
She couldn't even finish the sentence. One hand flew to her mouth as she fought down a sound that threatened to slip out.
"W-we have to stop this right now. Suyeon, please go next door and tell them to stop."
"Tell them to stop?"
"Yes... please, just make it stop. I'm begging you."
She looked at Suyeon with a face on the verge of tears, pleading. She was so stunned she didn't even notice her legs had fallen open, the space between her thighs laid bare through the slit of her dress. Between the folds of that white fabric, something pink seemed to catch the light.
"Hah... I just told you. Don't interfere with my business."
Suyeon cut her down without a shred of mercy, as if Jeong-a's situation meant absolutely nothing to her.
"H-how can you do that? Then I'll go stop them myself!"
She shot up from her seat, determined not to be swept along by Suyeon any longer. That normally demure face was filling with genuine anger.
"Go ahead. Walk out that door."
Suyeon didn't even look at her as she spoke, her voice sharp. A faint sneer seemed to tug at the corner of her mouth.
"What did you just say...?"
"What do you think happens if you walk out that door right now?"
She stopped mid-rise. Suyeon's threat didn't sound like a bluff. She knew perfectly well that Suyeon had her by the throat. If she ignored the warning and came face to face with Seongdae now... Suyeon would expose her relationship with me to the entire world. Not just to Seongdae — to Seongdae's father as well. She could even bury me at school.
"You..."
It was the first time. I don't think I had ever seen her this angry. That always-elegant, always-composed face was twisted with rage. The look she gave Suyeon even carried a hint of murder.
"Then you're finished too!"
She shouted it straight at Suyeon.
"....."
Suyeon didn't flinch in the slightest. She pressed down on her with that same merciless intensity.
"Haahk! Hheuk! Haaang!"
Meanwhile, Mi-kyeong's moans swelled even louder through the wall. I could picture it vividly — that thick, meaty lower body, that refined face flushed crimson as she cried out. She was taking Seongdae's cock with her whole body, moaning like a whore.
"Hahh... fuck, this is so goddamn good."
"Aahh...! You can't say things like that!"
"Your pussy's so fucking tight, ma'am!"
"Haaang....! Th-that's embarrassing!"
Seongdae and Mi-kyeong's filthy conversation spilled into the room, unfiltered. The woman I loved sat with her head bowed low, her hands trembling, as if she could barely stand to hear a single word of it.
"Hheuk...! Haaang....!"
"Stick that ass up higher. Bend your back."
Seongdae was working Mi-kyeong's body with practiced ease. For a woman her age who hadn't had all that much sex, he was teaching her position by position, like some kind of instructor.
"Hahh....!"
Seongdae's cock must have driven deep into her pussy — a rougher moan tore from Mi-kyeong's throat. The wet, slapping sound of his dick pounding into her cunt vibrated through the wall. The woman sitting here, feeling every second of her own son's sex, looked ready to burst into tears at any moment.
"Pfft. Just think of it as your son earning a living. I'll take good care of him."
Suyeon laughed, openly mocking the sight of her.
"I have somewhere to be, so I'll be going first. Don't leave this room until I come back, ma'am. That goes for you too."
Only then did Suyeon glance my way. She looked at me like I was an inconvenience.
You fucking bitch...
Looking at that expression, a vicious curse nearly slipped out of my mouth. I didn't care if she insulted me — but hurting the woman I loved was something I could never forgive. I wanted to slap that face of hers right then and there, rip the stockings off her legs, and fuck her raw.
She gathered her bag and slipped on her shoes at the door. The woman I loved was still listening to the moans of her son and a strange woman, ringing loud through the wall.
This fucking bitch, right to the very end!
Suyeon enunciated every syllable, then opened the motel door and slipped out. The last words she left behind didn't sound like empty threats — both of us knew exactly how unhinged she was.
"Are you... okay?"
I approached her as she sat with her head bowed, face buried. The moment Suyeon was gone, tears began to well in her eyes. She'd fought so hard not to cry in front of Suyeon, but the sound of her son's moans still filling the room had clearly shaken her to the core.
"Hhk... hhk... Dongho..."
Suddenly she threw her arms around me. I was starting to understand how she felt — boiling with rage, and yet unable to lay a single finger on Suyeon. Seeing her cry, my own fury toward Suyeon started to surge.
You fucking bitch... just wait. I'll destroy you first.
I didn't have a concrete plan yet, but the first person I needed to eliminate was Suyeon. If I left her alone, even my relationship with her would be in danger. The shoulders of the woman I loved were shaking. I slowly wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my chest. That distinctive floral scent of hers bloomed from her entire body.
"Haaang...! Harder... harder!"
Mi-kyeong's voice, thick with arousal, rang through the wall into our room. In the next room, her son was fucking a thick-bodied woman — and his mother was crying in my arms. The twisted situation, plus Mi-kyeong's sex sounds on top of it, sent hot blood rushing to my groin.
Ah... no! Just hold on a little longer. Not now!
I noticed goosebumps rising along the nape of her neck. She must have been just as thrown by all of this. The moment those little bumps on her soft skin brushed my hand, something sharp and electric shot through my lower body.
"Hhuuk... what do I do... my Seongdae is in there doing that... and I couldn't do a single thing..."
She was blaming herself, as if this entire situation were her fault. I held her in silence, stroking her back. Holding her like this as she cried, it really did feel like I had become her lover.
Hah... we trust each other. We lean on each other like this...
And yet there were so many things standing in our way. If I wanted to keep this relationship going for a long time, I had to rip out every threat by the root.
She slowly lifted her head. Tears clinging to those large eyes made her look even more pitiful. I grabbed a tissue, pressed it into her hand, and looked at her. At some point the front of her dress had come open, exposing the swell of her cleavage. Every time her sobs shook her body, those milky-white breasts jiggled. The marks I'd left on them were still there.
So her husband still hasn't seen her body...
Any man would know at a glance that those marks on her chest were hickeys.
They really haven't had sex?
The thought that she might have refused her husband after hearing what I said made her look even more precious to me.
"Hhk... hhk..."
She finally wiped her tears and started to settle down. Her crying, the heated moans filling the room, that open cleavage — every last bit of it was pumping blood into my cock. Only my reason was holding me back, insisting that right now I needed to protect her.
"It's okay. I'll find a way..."
The plan to use Mi-kyeong to talk Seongdae around had failed, but there had to be a way to break this situation open. It was time to go after Suyeon's throat directly — not Seongdae's.
"Haaang....! Haahk.... hheuk....! I'm... I'm gonna cum...!"
Mi-kyeong's voice, impaled on Seongdae's cock, rang through the wall. She was moaning more eagerly with him than she ever had with me, thoroughly enjoying herself.
Hah... so she likes it better with Seongdae than with me?
Her louder moans stung my pride for no good reason. I'd been confident my dick was bigger than Seongdae's... and yet here she was, wrapped in his arms, moaning even louder. I was already in a foul mood because of Suyeon, and now even Seongdae was getting under my skin. In front of him I couldn't talk back with a single word — but this was different.
Then the red lips of the woman I loved entered my field of vision.
That's right... Seongdae, no matter how much you fly and crawl, your mom belongs entirely to me.
Was it the rage at Suyeon, or the jealousy toward Seongdae? A strange, twisted feeling bloomed in my chest. And that arrow pointed straight at the woman I loved. I slowly pressed my lips over hers — still wet with tears. I could feel her hot breath leaking between them.
"Mmph....."
The moment my lips touched hers, a deep moan spilled from her mouth. She didn't push my face away. She didn't seem to mind. My pants were already tented from the kiss, the outline of my cock standing out clearly against the fabric.
Seongdae, you dumb fuck. Today I'm going to make your mom properly happy. Today, I'll take care of the filial piety for you.
"Haaang."
Hot moans kept spilling from her lips as I slowly slid my hand up under the dress that had ridden up over her knees. The soft, curved flesh of her thigh filled my palm completely.