The Morning After
Early morning. Yeojin, who had fallen asleep without realizing it, slowly opens her eyes.
“Haaah~~ Hmm?”
She sees Sekyung’s face sleeping quietly beside her.
“?!”
Yeojin panics, unable to remember why she is here or when she fell asleep.
Where… is this? My room? When did I fall asleep?
She even wonders for a moment if last night’s encounter with her father-in-law had been a dream.
Then… yesterday was… just a dream?
No way…
Though she wishes it had been a dream, she knows it wasn’t. Careful not to wake her husband, she tries to slip out of the room quietly.
The moment she stands, her legs buckle. Strength drains from her waist and thighs, and a strange tingling lingers between them.
Ah… was it because of what happened yesterday?
The intense session with Daegun had been like heavy labor for her body. A faint muscle ache remained, and her insides still throbbed from the sheer size of him.
With a complicated heart, Yeojin slowly steps out of the room.
The living room is quiet. Heading toward the kitchen, she finds her mother-in-law, Naho, already preparing breakfast.
“Good morning, Mother.”
“Oh, Yeojin. Did you sleep well? How about you?”
“Yes, I did.”
She still finds it hard to believe that this elegant, beautiful woman could ever lose herself so completely. While Yeojin is lost in thought, Naho speaks again.
“Yeojin, dear, would you go to the field and tell your father-in-law breakfast is ready? And wake Sekyung while you’re at it.”
“Ah… Yes, Mother.”
Following Naho’s instructions, Yeojin heads toward the field. The memory of last night makes her cheeks burn, and the thought of facing Daegun fills her with awkwardness.
Ugh… How am I supposed to look him in the eye…
With a heavy heart, she approaches the field and spots Daegun checking the crops. He notices her coming.
“Oh, there you are. Sleep well?”
“Ah… Yes, Father.”
“Good to hear. Last night was quite enjoyable. It’s been a while since I’ve been with such a young beauty—got me all worked up. Heh. I was a little surprised when you passed out in the middle, though.”
“!!!”
Yeojin freezes. She had known the truth, but hearing it confirmed sends a rush of shock and embarrassment to her face.
Swallowing her shame, she forces a smile as if nothing had happened.
“Mother says it’s time to eat.”
“Oh my, is it that late already?”
Daegun finishes his work and starts back toward the house. As he passes her, he lightly taps her shoulder and whispers with a grin.
“Last night was truly wonderful, my dear. I’ll be counting on you from now on.”
“!!!”
Yeojin stands frozen long after he walks away, her mind in turmoil.
Daegun heads home slowly, leaving her behind.
She really is something special.
Recalling last night, he feels his mood lift. It had been a long time since he’d felt such excitement. Unlike his wife, Yeojin had a different flavor—firm, springy breasts, a slender and toned body, sweet moans that pleased the ear, and a tight, soft, chewy warmth that felt almost virginal.
In truth, Yeojin wasn’t far from a virgin in Daegun’s eyes. She lacked knowledge, technique, and experience. Even though he was confident in his size, her reactions had been endearingly innocent. Her clumsy attempts at pleasuring him were cute. The way she tried to endure the sense of immorality had been adorable. Watching her expression and moans gradually melt with each thrust until she surrendered to instinct had been unbearably arousing. He’d had to hold back from the start, afraid she would break if he went all out. At first she had resisted, but by the end she was moving her own hips and wrapping her legs around him. The sight of her passing out from overwhelming pleasure had also been strangely endearing.
She was a woman worth training.
It’s been a long time since my wife made me feel this way. This is going to be fun.
Smiling like a child with a new toy, Daegun returns home.
Yeojin also stands there a while longer, trying to calm her tangled emotions before heading back.
Once home, Daegun showers to wash off the dirt and sweat. Yeojin wakes her still-sleeping husband. The family gathers for breakfast, the picture of a harmonious household. Only Yeojin feels the awkwardness of her new relationship with Daegun.
After the meal, she sees Sekyung off to work.
“Take care, honey. Be safe.”
“Yeah. You look after Father and Mother while I’m gone.”
His words make her worry about what might happen with Daegun today. When her expression clouds, Sekyung looks concerned.
“Something wrong?”
Yeojin quickly puts on a bright smile.
“Hm? It’s nothing! Don’t worry and go to work.”
“Okay. I’ll be back.”
Once Sekyung leaves, Yeojin prepares to help Daegun and Naho with their chores. She stays on edge all day, wondering when and where Daegun might call for her. But contrary to her fears, he makes no demands and focuses only on his work. Yeojin feels oddly deflated.
Even Father wouldn’t ask for something like that in broad daylight… right?
Though nothing happens during the day, she spends it more tense than relieved. After dinner the family relaxes together until bedtime, the usual peaceful routine.
Past midnight, the house is silent. The countryside night is still. Yeojin glances at her husband, dead asleep from exhaustion, her emotions a swirl of confusion. Then her phone rings, shattering the quiet.
Trill~
“!!”
She checks the screen. A message from Daegun.
Come to the room on the second floor.
She had half-expected this. Taking a deep breath, she steels herself and leaves the room.
Of course… it’s come to this.
Quietly climbing to the second floor, she pushes open the slightly ajar door. Inside, Daegun waits, naked and lightly sweating. Yeojin quickly guesses why.
He must have been with Mother until just now.
Seeing him stirs both tension and a faint flutter in her chest.
Most men are done after one round… Even my brother-in-law is like that. Is Father different?
Even with her limited experience, she knows that much. Yet watching Daegun makes her wonder if everything she thought she knew is wrong.
“Take off your clothes and come here.”
“Yes…”
Swish…
“Come closer.”
“Yes.”
Yeojin undresses and approaches. Daegun moves behind her, pressing his face to her nape and inhaling deeply.
Sniff… Haaah…
“You smell wonderful.”
“…..!!”
Chuu… Kiss… Smooch…
He plants light kisses along her neck and shoulders.
“Haaah!!”
Yeojin shivers at the gentle sensation. While kissing, he licks her skin and reaches around to knead her breasts—one hand squeezing and circling with firm pressure, the other pinching and tugging her nipples.
“Hngh…!! Father…”
“Just surrender to every sensation you’re feeling.”
After caressing her for five to ten minutes, he lays her on the bed and continues. He licks, sucks, and kisses her neck and collarbone.
Chuu… Lick…
“Haa…!”
His tongue trails lower, licking her armpit.
“Hngh!! Father… not there…!!”
Chuu… Lick… Suck…
Yeojin feels mortified. No one had ever touched her there. Though the sensation initially repulsed her, his persistent attention slowly turns the ticklish shame into pleasure. Only after thoroughly wetting her armpit does his tongue move to her breasts. He licks and sucks them even more obsessively than the night before, his hands never stopping their fondling.
“Haaang~ Aahh!”
He focuses solely on her upper body for over an hour. At first the pleasure is faint and the discomfort strong, but prolonged stimulation transforms even that discomfort into heat.
“Haaah!! Stop… Father…!”
Chuuu… Kiss!!
“Hngh!!!”
Yeojin reaches a light climax. Though not intense, the pleasure is enough to make her whole body tremble. Her lower body is thoroughly wet, ready for more.
“Haa… haa…”
How long has he been doing this…? Is he finally going to…?
Contrary to her expectations, Daegun steps away from the bed.
“That’s enough for tonight.”
“?”
Yeojin stares blankly.
“You really want me to go back?”
“Yes. You did well. Sleep well.”
Still confused, Yeojin gathers her clothes and quietly leaves the room.
What just happened?
Relief mixes with deep suspicion.
Still… I’m glad it ended here…
Back in her room, she tries to sleep, but rest doesn’t come easily.
……
Her body feels strangely restless, an uncomfortable itch she can’t name.
What is this feeling…?
She lies awake for a long time before finally drifting off.
At that same moment, Daegun remains alone in his room, gazing at his erect member.
“Good grief. At my age, too…”
A heated smile spreads across his face.
“I can’t hold back because it feels too good.”
A strange atmosphere lingers in the quiet room as the long night passes.