#20 Former Singer, Current Pregnant Woman (5)
In this era of low birth rates, pregnant women could be called exemplary members of society. Harin, who had raked in piles of money during her active career, and her husband could probably have eleven kids and field a soccer team without batting an eye. Muttering such meaningless thoughts to himself, Yuchan stretched his arms behind his back and reclined his upper body halfway.
"Chuuuup... slurp..."
A warm, soft sensation transmitted from below. It was the kind of comfort one might feel soaking in a hot spring in the dead of winter. The pregnant woman, who deserved treatment as delicate as fine porcelain, was now kneeling at Yuchan's feet. She pressed her milky-white, plump breasts tightly together, slowly stroking his slick shaft glistening with her juices and semen. The pale blue veins stood out starkly against the compressed flesh of her breasts. No extra lubricant was needed. If any friction arose, Harin would handle it herself.
"I'll squeeze out a bit more milk..."
Feeling the taut press of her breast flesh, Harin gripped her own nipple and squeezed hard. Milk jetted out like from a cow, in thin streams that pattered against Yuchan's pillar. The milky scent, buried under the aroma of flesh, grew thicker. Without hesitation, Harin grasped the side of her breast and softly compressed Yuchan's cock again. Her face was expressionless, just as it had been when they first met—where had that earlier frenzy gone? If anything had changed, it was only a slight sulkiness. The memory of succumbing to lust, insulting her husband, and even declaring she'd fuck her own son was now breeding belated self-loathing. When pleasure took over, even the sense of depravity became part of the ecstasy—there was no escaping it.
"How is it?"
"Usable."
Harin rested her elbows on Yuchan's thighs and rubbed his cock more vigorously. She knew that unless she made him cum quickly, this hellish time wouldn't end. Breast milk paizuri play... he hadn't expected much, but the pleasure was surprisingly intense. Her milk-swollen tits, firm and bouncy, enveloped the sides of his shaft in supple waves. The glans, protruding since her breasts couldn't fully encircle him, was teased slowly by her slender tongue. It was a collaboration between his oversized cock—far exceeding the Korean average—and her massive breasts. Strands of her shaking hair tickled his thighs, and each heavy sway of her tits produced lewd, squelching sounds.
"Yuchan..."
Harin, diligently servicing him with her breasts, suddenly spoke up. To initiate conversation when she wasn't even in heat—it was rare.
"What."
"Why did it have to be like this?"
Slowing her motions not a bit, Harin asked cautiously. Yuchan met her eyes. Memories he'd once called beautiful bloated like faded landscapes. But they were dusty, shabby antiques, their luster gone. Harin was asking why they had to end up in this relationship.
"If you'd just given me a little time, a chance to sort out my feelings... I would have taken the hand you extended."
"What are you trying to say?"
"I liked you so much. You were always there for me, a solid pillar whenever my heart felt like it would break."
Yuchan scratched his head, looking troubled. Such sudden questions put him in a bind. When human emotions tangled into knots, he couldn't follow the threads—especially not with love.
"Why make me so miserable? Why defile my body, crush my dreams, and steal even my last shred of peace...?"
Tears dripped onto Yuchan's thigh. She knew such questions were meaningless to him. Beneath his perfect, glamorous facade, Yuchan was fundamentally different from ordinary people—twisted, broken, whatever you called it. And yet she demanded an answer now, curious about the true heart she'd never heard.
"Do you remember...? That first day we were together."
Back then, Yuchan had been gentler with her than anyone. He'd kissed the sweat beading on her entranced forehead over and over, repeating that he loved her. That was when Harin first learned what love was—a scorching love that could make her discard and burn every burden she'd carried like so much chaff. She learned she could find a new goal to replace her dreams: simply staying demurely by his side, content.
It was a pipe dream. What Harin truly yearned for wasn't to be Yuchan's wife, but the wife of the false Yuchan he'd shown her.
"You're laughing at me right now, aren't you? Calling me stupid for getting lost in memories, failing to grasp the situation... That's what you think, right?"
She knew everything was irreparably skewed, yet she had to ask. Even if it was a mask, Yuchan had been the man she'd loved with all her heart. Even Yuchan, who would normally snap at such nonsense, found himself breathless before her desperate plea. Her final, pitiable struggle—irredeemable and heartbreaking—was utterly beautiful.
"No. That's not it."
Yuchan cupped her cheek. The touch was delicate and considerate, like slipping back into the past, making Harin's eyelashes quiver.
"You're beautiful."
Perhaps, to his warped self, this was love. The viscous torment he inflicted might be his way of showing affection—at least enough for him to recognize it.
Harin's expression turned even more inscrutable. The more they talked, the less she understood him. It had always been this way, from the start.
"...I'll keep going."
Abandoning further questions, Harin focused on her service. Normally, Yuchan would have showered her with abuse for such pointless prattle. But not this time—the urge didn't come. Punishment was a given for a slave ignorant of her place, yet a massive stone seemed lodged in his heart, breeding hesitation. Rare indeed.
"Stand up."
Harin straightened her breasts and rose, standing straight before Yuchan. Gazing at her body—still alluring despite its changes—he drifted into other thoughts. What if, as she said, he'd kept the mask on through their relationship? Would he have found ignorant bliss, like his naive mother marrying his father? Yuchan's father had mimicked normalcy so perfectly that even his wise mother fell completely for it. And Yuchan was confident he could surpass that. A happy home of innocent lamb and masked wolf... He remembered well that it hadn't ended well.
Yuchan shook his head. Such a life didn't suit him.
"Grab the bed and stick your ass out."
He positioned her for doggy style. Her widening hips and birth-ready ass weren't those of a girl anymore, but a ripe woman—mesmerizing. Yuchan nudged her ankles with his foot to spread her legs just right for entry. White fluid dripped from her gaped slit, where he'd cum inside earlier. But it was too much for just semen—servicing him with her breasts alone had soaked her pussy.
"Haaah..."
He rubbed his milk-slick cock against her petals. Harin twitched her legs, feeling the hot shaft graze her sensitive folds. She couldn't resist the pleasure he gave, no matter how she tried.
"Sorry."
The word sounded so alien from Yuchan's lips that Harin's eyes widened. In all the vicious torments, she'd never heard it. His closest had been a detached "regrettable."
"I never dreamed I'd hear that from you."
Her body would be defiled again anyway. Her shattered happiness was beyond repair. Knowing even this apology wasn't sincere, Harin still felt relief. Others might call it foolish, but she realized she still couldn't forget his mask—she still longed for him.
Then Yuchan pulled away. Turning, she saw him gathering his clothes.
"What are you doing?"
"Heading home. That's enough for today."
The mood was killed, aptly put. Banter with Harin had stilled his writhing lust like a midnight lake. Fucking in this state would just waste energy.
"Weren't you going to stay?"
"You'd prefer I leave quickly anyway."
He craved a smoke. Lighting up indoors was bad for the pregnant woman—and a clue for her future husband. As he buttoned his shirt, Harin grabbed his wrist.
"Running away?"
"Running? Me?"
Already irritable from nicotine withdrawal and a tickling heart, Yuchan snapped back peevishly. He'd never felt this before. Even watching wretched pleas had only sparked interest, never a desire to look away.
"Just stay tonight. You don't have to be gentle."
Her elegant hand, like fine jade, wrapped around his half-dead cock. She teased the glans with her thumb, stroking slowly. No refusal or resistance lingered in her eyes. Another unexpected twist Yuchan hadn't foreseen. He couldn't comprehend it—what did she want? When not fucking, Harin had always acted the normal victim: ignoring him deliberately, rejecting him inwardly, clinging to the perpetrator-victim divide. Had their earlier talk crumbled that wall? Mere speculation.
"You're an idiot."
"I know. So what?"
Her breath, riding the mood, was unmistakably hot. She felt his cock hardening in her grip—the same one that had given her everything, then taken it all away again. Foolishly, after all those atrocities, one "sorry" made her forgive him. She hated him, but didn't want to.
Harin's torso leaned in, pressing against his firm chest. She parted his shirt tails and kissed his nipple.
"Chup... churrup..."
Yuchan watched her soft, pliant tongue slowly lap his nipple. Unlike mere cock stimulation, this made his lower belly heat up. She swirled her tongue tip in circles while one hand gently stroked his now-leaking shaft, smearing precum from her thumb over the entire glans.
"I cleaned my ass when I heard you were coming. You hate seeing it dirty."
Harin guided his hand to her ass. Yuchan savored the fuller, softer cheeks, then—as led—traced her perineum to her rear entrance. A fragrant feminine scent wafted from her closeness, laced with pheromones that stirred men.
"Haaaah..."
Starting at her perineum, Yuchan explored her slit and rosebud, then plunged a juice-coated finger into her tight asshole. Unlike its innocent look, it had taken his cock many times—thickened flesh from frequent anal made it glide in effortlessly compared to Seohyun.
"If you want it that bad, I'll give it to you."
Whatever had triggered it, Harin's body and mind were primed for breeding. Before the man demanding her flesh, she smiled in relief—what for, he'd never know.
"Even pregnant, slutty Harin wants... Master Yuchan's big cock in her pussy..."