Drawn by the Chestnut Blossom Scent
[Jo Eun-hui's Perspective]
February 7th, 11:00 PM
"I'm in Hawaii right now, so I need a favor. Go over to our place tomorrow and try to calm Hyun-ju down. She texted me saying she wants a divorce. Just change her mind and I'll make it worth your while."
"Why keep pushing for divorce if things went sideways?"
"Don't be sarcastic—this is serious. Damn it. I thought she'd wave the white flag and surrender."
"Fine. I'll drop by."
Haaah.
Eun-hui hung up on her older brother Myeong-hak. She let out a long sigh and stared blankly into space. Because her brother was the exact same kind of bastard as her own husband, she understood Hyun-ju's feelings all too well.
Hawaii? Hyun-ju said it was a business trip… but he went with his mistress, didn't he?
She was helping her brother, yet every time she looked at them her own situation kept overlapping. Eun-hui had learned of her husband's affair three years earlier.
"Honey. Give me permission for polygamy."
"Have you lost your mind?"
Her husband had demanded it outright. He had even had the shamelessness to introduce the woman he was cheating with. Naturally Eun-hui refused, and for three full years now they had been living as good as separated.
She wanted to report him for adultery a dozen times a day. Even under polygamy the first wife's consent was required before any relationship could begin, yet he had ignored all of that, done the deed first, and then thrown a tantrum demanding permission.
"You don't have the guts to report me for adultery because of the kids, do you?"
Hyun-ju's words had stabbed like a dagger. If only the children hadn't existed. She would have thrown Seung-woo straight into prison. She had endured because he was their father, but she was reaching her limit.
Unlike Hyun-ju, Eun-hui still had a job, so divorce would not leave her in financial ruin. True, she had just entered her thirties and the pressure to resign at work was real, but she could hold out as long as she wanted. When it came to divorce she had far fewer constraints than Hyun-ju.
On top of that, three years without sex had left her nearly thirty and the surging lust was driving her insane. That burning body had finally hit its limit; she would have to reach a decision soon.
But mutual cheating? Adultery was fatal in a divorce. She had already used a private investigator—would her husband have done any less? She could take the children, finish the divorce cleanly, and then look for a man.
That's right. I hate polygamy. I'll raise the kids myself, get divorced, and find a new husband. That's better.
She simply could not understand anyone who wanted polygamy. How did that premature ejaculator who couldn't last a single minute have the nerve to try it? Other men would be the same—dividing one man's limited stamina among several women? Wouldn't polyandry be more realistic? A woman's body could handle ten men without trouble.
She already had all the evidence; a lawyer had told her that if she filed she would win one hundred percent. She had been wrestling with that conflict when the problem exploded at Hyun-ju's house.
Her best friend Hyun-ju had discovered Myeong-hak's affair. And Hyun-ju had been bold enough to drive one of the women away completely and force the other to move out of the neighborhood. Hearing that had made Eun-hui laugh harder than she had in a long time.
Of course her brother had been furious once he learned the truth, and Hyun-ju was already livid to the roots of her hair, so the couple had fought viciously that day.
"Did you really have to go that far? Jeong-a and Mi-suk were going to be my wives."
"You're hilarious. I never gave permission. Want me to throw all three of you in for adultery? And that Jeong-a woman didn't even know Mi-suk existed."
The only person left to mediate was Eun-hui. For the past three or four months she had been running herself ragged between her brother and Hyun-ju—so thoroughly that she had almost forgotten her own divorce conflict.
Double standards? She herself would rather die than allow polygamy, yet at some point she had found herself persuading Hyun-ju, who was cursing her brother. The sight of herself disgusted her. Helping her brother just because they were family felt like committing another sin against herself.
She was the one who had introduced Myeong-hak and Hyun-ju in the first place. During the summer break of her senior year of high school her brother had come home after landing a job, and the three of them had sat drinking. When she tried to send the drunken pair home she had seen her brother's raised fist and had no choice but to leave. The next day Hyun-ju had glared at her; it had taken a very long time to become close again.
She had thought the relationship between Hyun-ju and her brother was over. Just when they had grown close once more, Hyun-ju turned up pregnant and both families had been thrown into chaos. A hurried wedding attended only by the two families followed, and the moment Hyun-ju graduated she moved into Myeong-hak's place in Seoul.
She had already done something unforgivable to her once; now, for the sake of money, she had to do something unforgivable to her best friend again.
I'm pathetic.
February 8th, 9:15 AM
Unit 1501
Eun-hui stared blankly up at Hyun-ju's front door.
How am I even supposed to start saying "Don't get divorced"?
She had never expected Hyun-ju to push for divorce so boldly. No—she had known. She just hadn't expected it to move this fast. And without a single word to her best friend, no less.
She could understand why Hyun-ju had shut her out. Her own recent behavior—always taking her brother's side—made it natural that Hyun-ju no longer trusted her. And hadn't she herself been about to file for divorce?
Beep-beep-beep-beep.
She sighed again, entered the password, and opened the door. They both knew each other's door codes by heart. Afraid of being turned away at the threshold, she skipped the doorbell entirely.
Creeeak.
Hmm? Chestnut blossom scent? Gulp.
The moment the door opened, a thick chestnut-blossom fragrance made Eun-hui's head spin. Mixed into it was a sweet fruit scent that made her mouth water.
Didn't he say he was in Hawaii? Don't tell me she's cheating?
"I'm going to cheat right back. If you go tattling to your brother again, we're done."
The week after Chuseok, when Hyun-ju had learned of Myeong-hak's affair, she had declared that to Eun-hui's face. Months of silence had made her forget—yet it seemed she really was having an affair.
A sudden surge of anger. Because her brother was family she felt angry at Hyun-ju, then her own husband and brother overlapped and she understood Hyun-ju's heart again. But this chestnut-blossom scent was far too strong. Strong enough that her own pussy was already getting wet.
Thud-thud-thud-thud.
"You like that?"
"Ahh—ahh—aaaah, Master. Ahh, it feels so good."
Still dazed by the smell, Eun-hui hurriedly stepped inside and shut the door. She could not believe the moans she was hearing.
"You bitch of a cunt, clench tighter."
"Ahhh yes ahhh."
Ian and Hyun-ju?
In that instant Eun-hui's mind reeled. She had thought Hyun-ju had simply dragged some man home to cheat—how could an aunt and her nephew be mixing flesh? And she had clearly heard Ian speaking down to her while Hyun-ju used honorifics. On top of that—Master?
Yet it was not rape. Those moans of Hyun-ju's. The kind of wailing, pleasure-soaked cries that never came from force. A strange laughter even seemed to ride inside her screams.
Thud-thud-thud.
The violent sound of flesh slamming into flesh. Without realizing it Eun-hui crept closer to the door. Even without the moans, the sheer force of those impacts told her how ferocious the sex was; her lower belly was already soaking.
Slap. Slap.
Thud-thud-thud-thud.
"Focus. Clench your asshole."
"Y-yes… ahhh, Master. I'm sorry."
The scent grew even thicker. How much had he cum for the entire living room to reek of semen? Eun-hui could not even begin to imagine.
At least open a window, you two…
Little Ian. He had done so many things he shouldn't have. If she had known what his mother and brothers were doing was that kind of "good deed," she would have stopped it, but afterward she had never been able to look him properly in the face. Thinking she was avoiding him, the boy who used to call her "Noona" instead of "Auntie" and follow her around had wilted and started avoiding her instead.
A pang of pity. So she had told the twins not to ignore him the way the other cousins did, but to run up calling "Oppa, Oppa," and the good children had obeyed. Watching Ian beam with happiness while the three of them huddled in one room during the holidays, granting the twins' every request, she had cried inside more than once.
Her mother had been the type who only cared about sons; she had doted more on Hyun-ju's daughter Na-hee than on Eun-hui's own newborn girls. Because even her mother hadn't been enthusiastic, Eun-hui had practically raised the boy herself… a child she had grown deeply attached to. And now he was sleeping with his aunt?
And it was anal. And the sounds were enormous.
Thud-thud-thud.
"Ahhk—aaaah!"
The closer she drew, the more Hyun-ju's screams and pleasure-drenched moans hammered her ears. The innermost master bedroom. That was where the sounds were coming from.
In the master bedroom… she sent the kids downstairs just so she could do this? To sleep with Ian?
Betrayal. Betrayal? Why was she feeling this way? The confusion only deepened. First Eun-hui carefully set down the shopping bag she had brought, then crept toward the master bedroom.
Sniff sniff.
The chestnut-blossom scent vibrating through the whole house, mixed with that sweet apple fragrance, was intoxicating her; her pussy began to twitch open and closed.
The wall clock.
It's still only nine in the morning… first thing?
She wondered how long the two of them had been like this, yet the sounds and smells pulled her until she stood right in front of the door.
Since Chuseok? No. At least until last month she got irritated whenever Ian came up… right, she wasn't accepting him… until the end of last month.
It was frustrating that she couldn't observe them properly from here, so after a moment's thought she slipped into Jeong-cheol's room across the hall. Remembering that Jeong-cheol's room connected to the master bedroom through the bathroom, she went in and opened the bathroom door.
Ahhh!! The smell…
Thud-thud-thud.
"Aaaah, Master, I'm going to cum."
"I'm nowhere near done. Hold it."
"Yes…"
The instant the bathroom door opened the sounds grew louder and an even thicker semen scent slammed into her nose. She followed that smell. Looking around she spotted a basin inside the bathtub. Peering in, she saw it was full of semen. At least five hundred milliliters, and it looked freshly shot.
Gulp.
Slick.
They did it in here too? The pipes would carry the sound to the upstairs and downstairs neighbors. Oh my god, is that amount even real semen?
The basin sitting in the tub was brimming with cum. Without thinking Eun-hui reached out and touched it. Slippery—yes, it was semen.
She dipped a finger and tasted it. A faint sweetness rose; there was no fishy taste at all.
It's delicious.
A slight musky note mixed in, but the chestnut-blossom and apple scents quickly covered it. Without realizing it she lifted the basin of semen.
I'm crazy. No. Put it down.
Against her reason she raised the basin to her lips. Having skipped breakfast so she could eat with Hyun-ju, she swallowed endlessly.
Gulp.
Ahhhh.
Gulp-gulp.
Her pussy began pouring love juices. Even while feeling it she kept drinking the semen that looked like more than five hundred milliliters.
Thud-thud-thud.
"Ahh—ahh, it's too sensitive now… not my ass, put it in my pussy…"
"You're getting more and more demanding, aren't you?"
Slap.
"I-I'm sorry."
Smack…
Eun-hui licked the empty basin clean with her tongue, then sank into self-loathing. But only for a moment; the sounds drew her out of the bathroom. She carefully dropped to all fours in the dressing room and crawled forward.
Hup—th-that was real?
Fortunately, from her angle she could see only Ian's back and Hyun-ju's ass. Yet the sight of that enormous cock sliding in and out of Hyun-ju's anus stole her soul.
Holy shit, so that thing at Chuseok was real. No—was it even understated once it got hard…
An asshole stretched as if it would tear, and a massive cock ramming into it. Eun-hui flinched.
Thud-thud-thud.
"Ah—kkhh—"
Slap.
"Get up."
She covered her mouth so no moan would escape and stared blankly at their sex. Soon Hyun-ju seemed to faint; the legs that had been wrapped around Ian's waist went limp and slid down.
She fainted? Is that even possible? Passing out during sex? …What has my life been? Married to a husband who cums in under a minute after insertion?
Plop.
Drip-drip-drip.
Ian roughly slapped the collapsed Hyun-ju's cheek, yet she did not rise. Their coupling came free with a wet pop, and that delicious semen began to spill; Eun-hui swallowed hard again.
Haaah, I want to crawl over and suck it all up…
While her eyes were fixed on the cum dripping to the floor, he turned around. Their gazes met.
"You want to eat this?"
Ian gripped his cock and spoke down to her. Eun-hui nodded.
"Mm?… Yes…"
The moment she answered casually, Ian's eyebrows shot up and his eyes turned vicious. She immediately lowered her tail and switched to honorifics. Her pussy twitched even harder.
"Strip and crawl over here."
For some reason the sense of betrayal toward Hyun-ju vanished, and her hips began to sway.
"Yes…"