Bombshell Announcement (4)
"I told you, didn't I? How sweet and amazing our Haesol is!"
"Aigoo, you little missy. You were shaking like a leaf in fear and ran out..."
"Hee hee hee hee!!!"
Jin Jua dashed wildly around the house. As a kid, whenever she was in a good mood, she'd scamper through the whole place like a playful puppy—udada here and there. I'd thought she'd outgrown the habit, but nope, it was still there.
Udada udada!
Udada udada dada!!
"Aigoo, the downstairs neighbors are gonna come up here, you rascal!"
"Hee hee hee!"
"A pregnant lady running around like that—what's the point!"
"Oopsie! Hehe, gotta be careful."
Still, she had some awareness as a mom-to-be; the mention of pregnancy made her stop her udada rampage right away. I got why she was thrilled—a man had acknowledged the pregnancy—but her mom, knowing the days ahead wouldn't all be bliss, let out a quiet sigh.
"What does that boy like? Gotta make something tasty since he's coming over."
"Mom, don't cook! It's gross. Can't we call a catering service?"
"You brat! Trying to blow your dad's allowance again, huh?"
Jua's mom was an ordinary woman, but as the wife of Jua's wealthy dad, she got steady pocket money. Thanks to that, Jua had grown up pretty well-off. Mom, though, hated using dad's cash on herself out of pride. She'd insist it was strictly for Jua only, keeping things strictly separate. Probably her pride as the first wife.
'My mom's kinda cool like that. Gotta protect my own pride as the first wife, just like her.'
She'd once dreamed of stardom as an idol, then as a great actress, and now as a great mother and first wife. Her heart fluttered with excitement.
Jua's mom welcomed me with open arms. The mom of that daughter. She looked just like Jua—a spitting image—and despite her age, her beauty was stunning. I even asked if she was Jua's older sister at first. That probably set a good tone right away.
'Her boobs are even bigger than Jua's.'
Experience really does make a difference, huh.
"That was delicious. Thank you, Mother-in-law."
"Hohoho, seeing you eat so heartily makes me happy. Not like these boys these days."
Boys these days. Masculinity was mostly neutered, trending more feminine. Lucky for us, none of my Airplane members were like that. Living as trainees from a young age, with active social lives, probably helped. Plus, idols were expected to be "masculine," so we leaned into it.
"Thanks for showing such responsibility. They're both so young, I was worried sick."
"Please, speak casually."
"Hmm... alright then?"
"Yes. It's more comfortable for me too."
"Hohoho! Okay."
After the meal, we got into the real talk.
"I know debuting as an idol means no wedding right away."
"I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize. It's mostly my daughter's fault for not being careful with birth control."
Even if Jua had used protection, with me raw-dogging her every time and pumping her full, pregnancy was inevitable. But Mother-in-law kept defending me, blaming Jua's carelessness. Seeing Jua nod along beside her made my conscience itch.
'Is this what they mean by sitting on pins and needles? Aigoo, not used to this treatment—it's killing me.'
Anyway, thankfully, she didn't seem dead set against the pregnancy.
"Someday, I'll put her on my family register and marry her properly."
"Of course you will. My girl was reckless, but a baby's not made solo, right?"
So the support was a trap card after all! With the vetting done, Mother-in-law finally showed her true colors.
'Yeah, that's more like it. Blood's thicker than water.'
If I'd bought into her support and tried dodging responsibility even a little, it'd have been disastrous.
"For now, I'll put the baby on my register."
"Your register, ma'am?"
"As a parent, I'm worried about my daughter's future. She's only 21—too young to become a mom just yet. Her youth's too precious. No plans to hide it from the kid, though."
"Of course. And by age 7, we can move them to my register."
"Satisfied with just 7 years? Popularity might change your mind."
"I'm no scum who'd abandon the woman bearing my child for fame."
"You mean that now. But in 7 years? Debuting at Honey Enter means stardom's guaranteed. With your looks, you'll be the star member. You might not want to give up that glittering life. Hell, in 7 years, you might tell Jua, 'We've hidden it well so far—let's keep it up a bit longer.'"
"......"
"Hearts change even between entering and leaving the bathroom, let alone 7 years."
Her worries felt all too plausible. I could barely imagine myself in 7 years—how could she? Boksun-noona was bold for agreeing to just a marriage certificate and waiting.
Time's cruel; even blazing love could cool to embers by then.
"Doesn't Jua already have my bloodline growing inside her? Hate to say it about our unborn child, but that'll be my fatal weakness. With that leverage, why worry? If I spout such shameless crap in 7 years, just leak it to the press. I'll pay the price."
"......"
"......"
Jua and her mom stared at me. I met their unreadable gazes steadily until Mother-in-law finally spoke.
"...With that resolve, I have no choice but to allow it. Sorry for pressuring you rudely to test your determination."
"No, it's natural to probe the man committing to your daughter for life."
"Thanks for understanding. Looks like she picked a good man. Legally strangers, but I already see you as family."
"Thank you!"
Now I felt fully accepted. Jua's face lit up; she sidled over and gripped my hand tight.
"Haesol~"
"Yeah?"
"I'll take good care of you from now on."
"Already playing wifey?"
"Ack! Mom!"
Her shy reaction cracked me up too. Felt like we'd conquered a mountain.
After the serious talk with Mother-in-law, I checked out Jua-noona's room. She insisted on showing me around before I left—didn't want to go just yet.
"So this is your room. Childhood pics too. Adorable."
"Eek! Embarrassing."
Proof of born beauty. Even as a kid, her features were sharp, flaunting her future hotness.
"You're pretty. Must've been popular young."
"What's popularity mean for a girl? I wanna see your kid pics—got any?"
"Nope."
"Huh? Not even one?"
"Yeah."
My childhood never existed—no pics possible. But Jua knew I was an orphan, so her face fell, worried she'd touched a sore spot.
"I just hate photos. That's why none exist—don't overthink it."
I booped her nose with my finger, stopping her wild assumptions.
"If I were you, I'd snap and save 'em yearly."
Saving annual pics of a guy's mug?
"Please spare me."
"Ahaha!"
After touring the room, we lay side-by-side on the bed. Narrow for two, but that just pressed us close—nice.
Problem: Lying down woke up my eager buddy. I slyly pulled the blanket over to hide it from her.
"Dummy, I can see it."
"...Busted?"
"Perv. Big problem, though. Noona's pregnant—can't soothe this cutie for a bit. What now?"
—Whoosh.
Her hand dove boldly into my pants. Grabbing my dick made the half-hard guy stiffen right up.
'Damn it, settle down!'
'No way! Impossible!'
Squish squish squish—
"Like last time, you got a habit of groping my dick."
"So? It's mine—I'll touch it."
"Do that outside, you're busted. Straight to jail."
"You gonna send the girl you knocked up to jail?"
"Nah, not that."
Pregnancy shield—total combat immunity. We chatted cozily on the bed after. She fondled my raging hard-on; I toyed with her still-flat belly.
"Wanna suck it?"
"Hehe, nah. Gotta take care of myself."
"Truth? I wanna suck."
"......"
Jua-noona shattered the fragile line. Riding the mood, she slipped under the blanket, yanked off my pants.
"What if we get caught? Mom's here."
"I'm under the blanket~! Just a quick taste. Nyaam—!"
"Ugh!"
My cock slid into her wet mouth. Her skills sucked out my soul. And with Mother-in-law outside? The thrill made me throb harder.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
She licked the whole shaft slick, then deepthroated without mercy.
Gulp! Glurk! Ulk! Ulk!
Worried, I lifted the blanket—her flushed face, nostrils flaring, pure lust.
Schlurp! Schlurp! Schlurp!
My dick poked her throat. Hips bucked on instinct.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Ngh!"
"Ulk! Ulk! Ulk!"
Jua-noona welcomed my thrusts eagerly. Tongue like a snake coiling my shaft, sucking fierce.
—Dizzy.
"Hngh!"
Couldn't hold the moan—loud slip.
Chuuup~ Slurp!
She flinched, pulled off for a peck on my dick, whispered.
"Shhh! Mom'll hear."
"...!!"
"Good boy~ Stay quiet?"
Grinning, she flicked her tongue at my slit, then nursed just the head. Quuulp quuulp.
"!!!"
Thighs quivered. Couldn't hold—
Sploosh! Splooosh!
Blasted hard. Felt premature. Normally lasts longer... but the setup amped the excitement.
Gulp— Gulp—
Face beet-red, she swallowed, licked her lips clean.
"Swallowed?"
"Hehe. Cleaning up~ Smack smack... schlurp... haa...!"
Damn, she figured I love her gulping it down. Ever since her first taste, Jua-noona swallows every drop—her tolerance brought tears.
Couldn't say no; handed my dick back meekly.
"Puhah~"
Job fully done, she finally detached. I checked below— one good drain, but slightest tease and it'd rise again.
'Noona's probably soaked too. Ngh— no, dude. Mom's here.'
Bad vibes—I might fuck her here. Got up.
"Gotta head to the dorm."
"Ehh? Already?"
Jua-noona pouted. I whispered in her ear.
"Stay longer, I'll end up doing it. Spare me."
"House is soundproof..."
Hey! Naughty noona!
"Didn't we say careful early on?"
"But I wanna! You're holding back hard—help a girl out. Hurry~ Gonna fill up on your cum♡"
Lust-overrun, she clung, stripping her top teasingly for temptation.
"Hiss."
Bouncing tits. Too erotic—who could resist? I caved, lay back.
She yanked my pants fully off, gripped my dick possessively—like reclaiming her toy.
"Hehe, bon appétit! Haaawp—"
Aaack—! Eyes rolling! Just no insertion, right? My head swirled with no-penetrate positions for fun.