Iseor's Warning
Iseor let out a soft, trembling breath as she gazed up at me with watery eyes.
"I'm sorry… I messed up, so please punish this naughty pussy that's all wet from sucking Master's cock…."
"No. I'll do it when I feel like it. As your punishment, go fold the laundry I left in the small room."
Following Jihoon's instructions, Kang Iseor stepped into the small room. Instead of immediately starting on the laundry, she let out a short, frustrated sigh.
"Ha, fuck…."
The maid play they were doing right now was meant to be a thank-you for the styler Jihoon had given her mother. But that was only secondary. The real purpose was something else entirely.
It was to earn Jihoon's favor by showing him the image of an obedient woman, just as Park Yuna had advised her. So at least for today, she had resolved to follow his every word without question. Yet the moment her arousal grew too strong, she had ended up putting her mouth on his cock during the call.
'If I keep this up, everything I've done today will be for nothing. I need to get a grip right now.'
For the rest of the time, no matter how fiercely her lust burned, she would hold it back. She would show him a completely different side of herself—obedient, gentle, and well-behaved. With that firm resolve, she reached for the drying rack spread out in the room as he had ordered.
Wanting to appeal to her domestic side as well, she neatly and prettily folded the clothes and towels that came to hand. Then, something hanging on the drying rack caught her eye.
A single pair of pink panties decorated with flashy frills and lace. There was no way Jihoon would wear something that looked like it belonged to a princess, so there was only one person who could own these panties.
'That cow…!'
Suddenly, her chest felt tight. That girl had met Jihoon later than she had, yet here she was leaving her underwear in his house like she was his girlfriend or something. Negative emotions kept boiling up inside her, making her head burn hot.
In the past, she would have been afraid of earning Jihoon's hatred and simply let it slide. But ever since she'd seen that cow-print swimsuit hanging in the bathroom, just thinking about that woman made it impossible to stay calm. That swimsuit had carried a clear message—that she had no intention of giving up on Jihoon either.
"Tch."
In the end, she kicked her way out of the small room and returned to the bedroom where Jihoon was waiting.
"…Master?"
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"What is this?"
"…."
When she held out the underwear in her hand, Jihoon's mouth clamped shut. Instead of the flustered man, Iseor spoke again.
"This… belongs to that woman, doesn't it?"
Even while struggling to control her rising anger, the fact that she maintained her maid speech was thanks to the last shred of reason she had left. If she slipped into her usual casual tone, she might end up taking her anger out on the innocent Jihoon.
'…That's right. Jihoon hasn't done anything wrong.'
Since she had already given him permission to have other sex partners, she couldn't suddenly tell him not to see them anymore. In that case, the only way to vent her frustration seemed to be using this man's cock.
"Noona, about that…"
"While I am here serving you, you bring another maid into the house? Was my body not enough for you?"
"Huh?"
"It must mean Master's lust has built up that much. Allow me to relieve it properly for you."
"Iseor Noona. What are you—ugh!"
She dragged the bewildered Jihoon from his chair and threw him onto the bed.
"Noona, are you mad…?"
"Not at all? I simply wish to take care of Master's sexual needs."
She spoke in a curt tone as she stripped every last piece of clothing from him. Then she climbed on top of his lower body, removing her own obstructive apron and panties as well.
Squelch….
As the panties that had been blocking her lower hole moved away, the semen still inside her began to leak out. The moment he saw it, Jihoon's cock sprang up rapidly between his legs.
Iseor crouched over him in a frog-like position and used one hand to aim his glans between her thighs.
"Noona, you're really not angry?"
"I told you I'm not… yah!"
Schlurp!
"Haaahng!"
When she dropped her hips all the way down, she felt his thick glans plunge deep and stab against her cervix. Then came the overwhelming thickness that completely filled the path all the way to her womb. Soon her ass began moving up and down, stroking his cock with her inner walls.
"Kgh, Noona…!"
"Hngh, ah, ngh… You like my pussy, don't you? I'll make you feel even better!"
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
She slammed her hips down hard enough to make loud clapping sounds. She didn't know what kind of person that cow girl was, but she wanted to make him think that her own hole felt better than that woman's.
"Noona, it feels so good…!"
"Hiiik, of course it does…! Because Master has fucked me so many times that this pussy has been completely trained just for your cock, haa…!"
She tensed the muscles in her lower belly, making her inner walls as tight and narrow as possible. Just as she had become addicted to this man's cock, she wanted to make him addicted to her hole too. At the same time, she shook her breasts—nipples stiff and erect—right in front of his face.
"Nnghaaa!"
Unable to resist the temptation, Jihoon's hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard. The action was closer to violence than tenderness. Yet Iseor didn't show the slightest sign of discomfort; instead, she let out sweet, heated moans. She was showing him that her body had been so thoroughly tamed by him that even this kind of pain felt like pleasure.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Kgh…!"
"Master, whenever you want to have sex, call for me… hngh. This pussy belongs to you, Master. Haa, it's yours for life, so don't use any other woman's—use mine…!"
"Noona…!"
"Hiiiiiik!"
When he pinched her nipples, an electric jolt of pleasure shot through her entire body. The sensation of his thick cock relentlessly pounding her precious womb was so good it made her head throb.
"Heuk, ngh, hngh, haa…! I'm right here, ngh, I'm right here, so why are you using another woman's pussy!"
Her true feelings finally burst out. Her breathing grew rougher and rougher from moving her hips without pause. Still, Iseor didn't stop. With the determination to imprint her scent, the shape of her walls, and their texture onto his cock, she kept slamming her crotch against him.
"Noona, I'm about to cum…!"
The moment the words left his mouth, his already thick cock swelled even larger. Chasing the intensifying pleasure, she shook her waist wildly as his semen erupted inside her, and Iseor reached her climax at the same time.
"Haaaaaaaang!"
The intense sensation made her feel like her mind would fly away. But the rough hands gripping her breasts and the throbbing cock stretching her inner walls kept her consciousness anchored.
"Haa… haa…."
Jihoon was panting heavily, lost in the afterglow of his release. A thrill washed over her at the thought that this time, instead of being the one constantly pushed, she had been the one pushing him. But even this wasn't enough to completely dissolve the negative emotions from earlier.
"Iseor Noona?"
"…Master's cock is still hard, so I'll keep going."
She adjusted her position and prepared to move again. Soon the sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, and that sound continued without pause until deep into the dawn.
Jealousy-fueled Cowgirl Domination
"Mmm…."
"You're awake?"
When the groggy Kang Iseor forced her eyes open, she heard Jihoon's voice. Looking around, she realized she was lying beside him on the bed, nestled comfortably in his broad embrace.
"Yeah…."
She retraced the memories of last night. She had rarely taken the lead, riding on top of Jihoon and making him cum before continuing until she was exhausted and fell asleep. Although at some point she had ended up surrendering the initiative to him as usual.
"I'm sorry, Noona."
"Huh? For what?"
What could he possibly have to apologize for? She looked up at him with a puzzled expression, and he answered in a subdued voice.
"That panties… I had no choice but to keep it for a while, but I forgot to put it away."
"Ah…."
Iseor's gaze dropped as realization hit her. Yesterday, she had seen another woman's underwear and hadn't been able to hold back her anger. She had shown those feelings completely. The person who had said it was fine for him to have other partners had suddenly flown off the handle, so it must have been awkward for him.
"N-no, it's my fault. I must have been a bit sensitive yesterday…."
How was she supposed to explain any further? She wanted to keep making excuses, but her thoughts were too jumbled for the words to come out. As if reading her mind, Jihoon pulled her into his arms and spoke softly.
"Don't worry. I'll always be by your side, just like this."
"…Yeah."
She could feel his sincerity through the warmth of his body. Even so, Kang Iseor couldn't shake off her anxiety. She could trust Jihoon, but she couldn't trust that woman. If that woman stole Jihoon's heart, their current relationship would surely fall apart whether he wanted it to or not.
'…In the end, I have no choice but to keep my head straight.'
With that thought to herself, Iseor hugged Jihoon back. She vowed that she would never let this man be taken by another woman.
Two days after Kang Iseor had visited Jihoon's house.
Park Yuna was humming cheerfully as she checked her reflection in the mirror.
"Mmm-hmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm♬"
'Nothing weird, right? Jihoon Oppa is coming soon, so I need to look perfect!'
Her heart was already pounding with excitement at the thought of seeing the person she liked. Lately, she had been spending the happiest days of her life. Not only had she met the wonderful connection named Han Jihoon, but she had even become close with the streamer she had always admired, Kang Iseor.
'I wish he'd hurry up and get here. When Oppa comes, we'll watch dramas together, eat tteokbokki, and do lots and lots of good feelings stuff!'
The joy of waiting for someone—a feeling she had never truly experienced before. Soon the doorbell rang, and she dashed to the front door like a bullet.
"Jihoon Oppa!"
"Hey, Yuna. Did you wait long?"
"Come in, Oppa!"
She hugged him excitedly, and he wrapped her in his strong arms. The comfort of being able to express her affection without fear of rejection was incredibly precious to Park Yuna.
"What should we do today? Drama? Games? Wait, what's that?"
"Oh. Here, take this."
In response to Yuna's question, Jihoon handed her the small paper bag he was holding. Inside were the panties she had left at his house last weekend.
"You really washed them for me? Thank you, Oppa! You even folded them so neatly?"
In truth, the person who had folded the underwear wasn't Jihoon, but Kang Iseor, who had visited his house two days earlier.
That was the conversation Jihoon had shared with her when Iseor was leaving his house. The paper bag had been given to him exactly as she had prepared it. There was no need to tell Yuna that detail, so Jihoon answered with an awkward smile.
"Y-yeah. That's right."
"Just a second. I'll go put it in my room!"
With light steps, she went to her closet, took out the underwear from the paper bag, and paused.
'He folded it so beautifully? Is there anything Oppa can't do?'
She wanted to put it away just like this, but unfortunately the way it was folded was different from her own style, so it wouldn't fit neatly in the drawer. With no other choice, she unfolded the panties to refold them.
"Huh? What's this?"
A small scrap of paper had been tucked inside the unfolded underwear. It looked like it had been torn from the corner of a notebook.
'There's nothing written on it?'
With a puzzled expression, she flipped the paper over. Her already large eyes grew even wider.
'What the hell is this?'
On the back of the paper was a short sentence written in unmistakably feminine handwriting.
Jihoon is mine.