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I skipped a broadcast. There were supposed to be back-to-back days, but Yeon-su's surprise threw everything off and I got laid. Honestly, I'd love to clear my entire schedule and cuddle up sweet with Yeon-su all day, but the instructor has gone back to her busy routine. I can't exactly beg her to play like a kid, so work it is.
"Hey~ this is Gold Lion greeting everyone. Some of you were waiting yesterday, right? I apologize for vanishing without a word."
"As you can see, we're outdoors today? Planning the usual hunting broadcast. Better to crank out footage than bore you with apologies. Let's get right to it."
I pull out the selfie stick and lift my ass off the cafe chair. Kick off the broadcast sipping cheap bean aroma. Truth be told, despite the bold declaration, I'm not motivated at all. Feels like I've hit a rut with women. Rolling around with Yeon-su for two days—perfect chemistry and all—but broadcasts require condoms half the time as a must, so no raw intense pounding like yesterday. Fucking women is a blast, but hunting broadcasts have turned into actual work.
Anyway, I head down from the cafe's second floor to the first. As I round the corner toward the exit, thwack—something hits my thigh.
SPLASH!
"Ack?! Hot hot hot!"
Hot liquid hits my pants, and I snatch it up, shaking it off. Lion mask on, I hop around cooling my thigh. Whether they thought it was a prank or the mask's vibe, my 720-degree dynamic leg-flail dance has the nearby tables blooming with hohoho laughter.
"A-are you okay?"
"Does it look okay!?"
Sounds like the voice from the coffee-spiller approaching, but I'm too busy shaking off the heat. She hands me a handkerchief late, and I use it to pat down. Luckily, the mishap fizzles out without issue.
"Hey, excuse me!"
I turn to chew her out in anger... and the fire dies. Long hair with wavy ends permed in. One eye half-hidden in that unbalanced style. Following her seated pose from top down, heavy makeup jumps out. Thick black mascara eyebrows contrasting bright foundation tone, lips in hard-to-pull-off dark red. Black-only fashion sense seals it. Gloomy black dress like a foreign noblewoman at a funeral. Butterfly lace patches and gloves everywhere—total sooty vibe. Yet the chest front is open wide, emphasizing femininity. That big bulging flesh against black violently grabs the eyes.
Overall, unique aura, but pretty. The dark vibe ages her, but definitely pretty. Tits look huge at a glance, and those hips I go nuts for seem solid. Older than me, estimated. Wedding ring on her left ring finger. Exactly my type.
This changes everything.
Anger over the accident? Gone. Woman's rut? Solved too. I've got the Inside Out app. During broadcasts, it checks favorability via smoke colors wafting like incense. Pink wisps curling up mean she's already got faint good feelings for me. Not guilt—did she recognize me? We did commemorate a hunt recently; is this fame?
"Really, I'm so sorry."
"Ah, yeah yeah. It's fine."
"To make up for it... how about a cup of tea at my place?"
She offers with a shy smile. Blush on cheeks, one eyebrow-hidden grin weirdly erotic. Suspicious vibe, but as a man, can't refuse.
Chat's on fire, and I follow right after.
* Creak creak creak creak♥
"Hoo!"
"Haa... haa...!"
Straight to her place. As soon as we enter, vibe shifts, and I'm pounding her missionary on the master bedroom bed. First time in a hunt going straight to doggy on a big-titted, big-hipped bitch. House instead of motel is new too—fucking on the marital bed fires me up extra.
Broadcast's a hit. Ringed married woman brings a guy home midday, shakes her udders moaning ahh ahn—chat erupts.
FYI, broadcast ran about two hours of fucking till she looked spent, then I signed off politely. But ending here felt wasteful, so one more round doggy-style now. Condom on, but shaking big ass satisfies my eyes.
"Fuck, so damn tasty...!"
"Haa... haa...! Um, go a bit slower please...!"
"Shut it. Bitch who brings a guy home when hubby's away to get her cunt stuffed. Just moan and enjoy this king cock!"
"Hng?! Haaaahng♥"
Limp arms trembling, spent. But she endures. Degrading words from excitement, squeezing udders while thrusting—she takes it all. Different from usual hunt girls. What fits... yeah, submissive. Feels trained by other guys. Experience dragging men to bed shows. Big bread-ass, thick pussy lips welcome my cock behind hubby's back. Big dick gave her trouble at first, but now she meets every demand no resistance. Innocent wife face, body sluttier than a whore.
Squelch! Splurt splurt splurt!
"Haaaaahng...♥"
"Hoo... refreshing."
I unload all precum. Shake out leftover semen from urethra. Top-tier hunt fuck in history.
"Haat... hng... haa......♥"
While wife flops face-down, I tie off used condom neatly, set on nightstand. Fondle that plump ass.
Poke!
"Hng...!"
Final finger in her pussy feels slick wetness before standing.
"Whew, ma'am, thanks for the meal. I'll pay broadcast fee separately—send account to the contact I left."
"......♥"
I gather clothes from the marital bed. Shirt on, grabbing one sock—beep!Beep beep beep!Pirorori~♬
"Huh?"
Door lock opening. Big house, but shoe removal and heavy footsteps vibrate clear. Brain blanks white, but I shut bedroom door first. Crisis. Hubby's home. Brainstorm escape while scrambling.
But pants are key. Right now, shirt and one sock on, pink sausage fully exposed below.
I shake the flopped ma'am awake.
"Hey, where's my pants?!"
"Y-yes?"
"Pants! Pants! Not the time! Hubby's back—pants now!"
"Ah... I washed them when you stepped out. Coffee stain..."
"Who washes without asking! Won't be dry!"
"Dryer might speed it up...?"
"Hubby's here and you're on about dryers!"
Adulterous broadcast sex turns absurd skit—creeeak... bedroom door opens like horror flick.
Solid-built man steps over threshold. Late 30s early 40s, total husband vibe. Suit, intellectual glasses, my height, developed jaw. IT section chief or sharp foreign buyer type. Very competent-looking.
Cold sweat drips jaw to cock. First time like this. Never caught by BF or hubby even blackmailing.
"......"
Middle-aged man lasers us head to toe. Especially wife's naked body on bed, her covering tits and crotch after spotting hubby—he scans every inch like reaper dissecting sins.
Worried if punch incoming—clap. Clap. Clap. Thick palms applaud. Totally out-of-left-field.
Like audience moved by movie finale, he claps.
"Gold Lion TV... as renowned."
"............Pardon?"
"Pardon my rudeness. Baek Seung-ho here. Your fan, run a small company."
Gentlemanly business card. Half-naked, I take ○○ Trading President Baek Seung-ho.
*
"You watched it all?"
Man... Baek Seung-ho sits at table saying that. Watched his wife get fucked in his house via broadcast and pre-set cams—bold as hell.
"So... you planned for me to come here?"
"Sorry. No trickery intent, but judged most efficient. Enjoyed my wife, didn't you?"
...Fun, yeah. Big-ass woman always fun to fuck. But not the point. Situation full of questions, but pin one.
"Just one question: why this...?"
Baek Seung-ho meets eyes with wife beside, tenderly overlays hand on hers. She's in undies next to him; I'm in borrowed jeans.
"World's full of fetishes. I... get excited when my wife goes to other men."
Solemn face twitches lips in thrill. Knew it'd be that from talk. Wife-to-other-man excitement—seen online. Didn't think real.
"......And your wife?"
"Ah~ she had no such hobby. But after years begging, she agreed to nights with others."
Don't beg for that... Inner snark, then bigger wave.
"So, Gold Lion sir, earnest request: regularly fuck my wife? Rude for first meet, but for us couple, please."
Fluorescent light flashes glasses pushed up. Blinker-less straight pitch. No spit-take cartoon-style, but eyes rotfish-wide.
"......Serious?"
"Always serious. Know it's twisted fetish, but wife most alluring with other men—can't help."
Can't help my ass.
"And your wife...?"
Glance her way—cheeks maple-red. Tacit consent. Talk done long ago. Recent fuck not first or second.
I chin-rub pondering; he thinks rejection, expands pitch.
"Busy, so not free. 1 mil per meet and vid? Personal use only, no business. Affidavit if needed."
Pay to fuck his wife? Absurder by minute. But broadcasts net millions per fuck. 1 mil per is economic loss accounting.
Drag!
No economic spit. Feel with fingers over money. Stand, tactile.
Squelch♥
"Ah...!"
Groped ma'am with hubby right there. Squeezed jiggling tits under black bra.
Poke♥
"Eut...♥"
Finger into pussy. Plunge rough hand in panties, treat like mine. Stir freshly fucked hole wild.
Pull out—viscous pussy juice clings.
"Consent means free rein like this?"
Ask stretching extracted sticky gel from his wife. Baek Seung-ho watches eyes-open, body shuddering. Hands on knees, throbbing erection vibrating, squeezes voice.
"Such precious footage needs recording—ask first then do..."
Glasses below, drooling breaths wet table. This guy's terminal...
Pretty. Great body. Submissive. Any hubby'd be doting with this wife. But house pillar twisted weird path. Joy in wife stolen...? Unintelligible hobby.
But scores me prime milf pussy.
"Deal. But no money needed."
"Aaht...♥"
Hug seated ma'am. Arms from behind snake thorny around curves. Suck nape leaving kissmark.
"Taking prime woman like this—insult to take cash."
"Haa... haat...... Thank you! True to fame...!"
Hubby doesn't stop. Fondles cock fueling flames more.
This'll be fun?
Smack♥
"......Hng♥"
No resistance in my arms. Hug tight not to lose, low grin inside.