The Cheating Girlfriend

"Hye-na. This is... Hye-na... Yeon-woo... Pull it out. Pull it out!!!!"

Knowing that her own daughter was watching her bent over in front of the girl's boyfriend, taking his massive cock, flooded her with overwhelming shame.

Her entire body froze solid.

Shame, terror, crushing guilt—and at the same time, the physical pleasure that refused to stop even now—tangled together into a chaotic whirlwind. Everything felt twisted and collapsing.

Hye-na, staring at that raw scene, stood blank-faced, seized by a feeling she had no words for. The image before her eyes was being burned straight into her retinas.

She had been a chaste wife. At least, that was the Min-yeong who lived in Hye-na's mind—her mother, who had only ever looked at Dad throughout their entire marriage. But now she was wearing lewd lingerie Hye-na had never even seen before, giving her body to Hye-na's own boyfriend.

Min-yeong's value was climbing at a rate rarely seen in the eighties. Everything unfolding in that room seemed to be sending her emotions into violent turmoil.

Yeon-woo, too, was rattled at being caught by Hye-na while he was fucking her mother. Rationally, he should have stopped at once and calmed her down. But the Emotion Value floating in the corner of his vision—already right on the verge of ninety—was forcing him toward a different choice.

He wanted to raise the number.

With a surge like this... he might even surpass the ninety-two he had experienced before.

Under Hye-na's gaze, he took the cock that had half-slipped free of Min-yeong's pussy and slammed it hard back into her.

Thwack!

Her insides, springy and tight, welcomed his decision in a way that flatly contradicted Min-yeong's scream.

"Aaaah! Yeon-woo!!! What... what are you doing! Hye-na is... Hye-na is watching... Haaugh!!!"

Min-yeong's scream-like moan was a tangle of terror, pleasure, and shock. Her body tried to resist what he was doing—and at the same time reacted even more violently.

Thwack!

Thwack!

Thwack!

Thwack!

Her body rocked back and forth, rebounding against Yeon-woo's thrusts.

"Haaah! Haaah! Stop... haaah!"

Her eyes stayed locked on Hye-na's face, fixed on her daughter's stunned expression.

"Hye-na. No. No. Don't look!!! Yeon-woo! Please... stop now..."

But Yeon-woo's movements did not stop.

I know. I know too! That I should stop here... but... what difference does it make if I pull out now.

He rationalized it to himself and drove even rougher, even faster. He locked his grip tighter around Min-yeong's waist as she tried to work his cock free of her body.

Hye-na staggered, leaning against the doorframe. Her body had already frozen solid under a revulsion she could no longer bear. Right in front of her, her boyfriend and her mother were still filling their lust with motions even more violent than before.

Even doing it in secret would have been shocking enough...

But knowing they had been caught...

Her boyfriend, Yeon-woo, showed no intention of stopping.

"What is this... what the hell is this...!!!"

Hye-na screamed as if she were shrieking. Her voice cracked under shock, rage, and a deep wound. But that cry could not penetrate the sealed world of the two bodies joined together.

Yeon-woo paid no mind to Hye-na's shout. Instead he gripped Min-yeong's waist even harder and drove his cock deep into her, rough and relentless.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

"Stop! I said stop!!!"

Min-yeong's tearful moans and Hye-na's screams mixed in the air.

"Please, Yeon-woo... Hnnngh... No... stop..."

Held fast by the waist, bent over and impaled on his cock, Min-yeong could not stop him herself. Regardless of her will, she had no choice but to keep taking Yeon-woo's cock in front of her daughter.

Was that why it climbed to ninety-one so easily?

Well... this was hardly a normal situation, so calling it easy might have been a stretch.

Hye-na could not bear to watch this hellish scene any longer. Tears welled thick in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Without looking back, she spun away from the room and ran for the front door.

With the slam of the door shutting hard, her footsteps rapidly faded into the distance.

"Yeon-woo... why the hell are you doing this... Hnnngh... Why... why won't you pull out?"

Without answering her, Yeon-woo shook his body even more violently.

"Hnnngh... Please, Yeon-woo... Hic... Hic..."

Feeling the incredible chewy tightness around his cock, Yeon-woo drove his hips even harder, hoping that just a little more might let him cross the ninety-three threshold for the first time.

Just a little more...

Thwack!

Thwack!

Thwack!

Contrary to his obsession, the number dropped.

What... it's falling.

He studied Min-yeong's face. She was still moaning, body rocking on his cock, swept up in pleasure—but at the same time, tears kept streaming without end. Those were not tears of pleasure. They seemed filled with unspeakable shame at having her daughter catch her in this disgraceful state, and with boundless guilt at wounding her daughter that way.

That powerlessness born of guilt, the self-reproach, the sorrow... those emotions were holding her value down.

Looks like this is the limit... Damn it.

Yeon-woo finally accepted it. Pouring the last of his strength into his thrusts, he flooded her pussy with his cum.

Gush!

Gush!

Gush!

Min-yeong took his semen with a trembling body.

"Aaaang... Bad... You were so bad..."

She felt an unavoidable orgasm from Yeon-woo's cock pulsing inside her and the hot load he had poured out. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Even as her body shuddered with that climaxing pleasure, tears spilled from shameful guilt.

"Haaang. Hnnngh! Hic! Hic! You bastard... Hic!"

Her moans turned into wails, and the trembling of her body became hard to tell apart from the trembling of grief.

Yeon-woo slowly pulled back. As his cock left her body, thick fluids spilled out and soiled the bedsheets. He sat beside Min-yeong and stroked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her face.

"What do we do now... Hye-na... she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠knows everything. She ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠saw all of this."

Min-yeong's voice was choked. She buried her face in the pillow and curled in on herself. Her shoulders trembled faintly.

"Don't worry too much. Hye-na... I'll somehow talk her down."

"How? How are you going to talk her down?"

"..."

Yeah... a situation like this... how could anyone talk her down?

Yeon-woo had no answer for Min-yeong's question.

Yeon-woo soothed Min-yeong for a long while. Her crying finally stopped, but she still trembled with shame and guilt.

"Don't worry too much. I'll... go find Hye-na and talk to her."

Min-yeong could not manage any response. Yeon-woo left her like that, got dressed, and as he stepped out of her house, connected to Hye-na's status window.

Fifty-four when I'm not even there... The shock must be pretty serious.

Yeon-woo activated location tracking.

Target Kang Hye-na—activate location information.

Huh? A bar? Alone?

Just in case, Yeon-woo connected to Seon-yeong's status window as well.

As expected... she's with Seon-yeong. Is that at least something of a relief?

"Oppa and I... we're really over."

Hye-na said it while fiddling with her soju glass.

"Huh? All of a sudden? Why? What happened?"

Seon-yeong set down her chopsticks and looked at her.

"Haa... This is... something I can't even tell you."

Hye-na shook her head side to side.

"But... can you really end it with Oppa? You love Yeon-woo Oppa a lot, you know."

"Not anymore. I can end it. Something happened that leaves me no choice."

Seon-yeong chose her words carefully for a moment, then spoke with caution.

"I don't know... what on earth Yeon-woo Oppa did. Even knowing everything between you and Professor Yeon Jeong-ho, he still liked you that much."

"Yeah..."

Hye-na gave a short laugh.

"He did. That's what makes it even funnier."

"Maybe... it's not because of me, right?"

Hye-na looked at Seon-yeong. Then she smirked.

"Haha... Right... There was that thing with you too, wasn't there?"

"What?"

"Come to think of it, I'm pretty amazing myself. Holding onto a guy like that all this time, wondering what was so good about him. He slept with you too... and I even saw it happen... I'm a crazy bitch..."

Seon-yeong's face hardened. Then, as if she had caught something in those words, she said:

"Wait... so besides me... he cheated with someone else too??"

"Yeah. He cheated. And it was... typhoon-level."

Hye-na lifted her soju glass and downed it in one go. Setting it down, she smiled bitterly.

"Fuck... Leaving a woman like me. How well I was doing. Guys who liked me lined up. How did I get so blinded that I clung to a loser like that..."

Seon-yeong laughed as she answered.

"Yeah, I'll give you that! Our Hye-na was super popular. Still is."

Hye-na suddenly set her glass down hard.

"I'm going to cheat too."

"Haha."

"Don't laugh!!! I'm serious!!!"

Hye-na shouted, eyes wide.

"Any guy who talks to me today? Doesn't matter who. I'm sleeping with him tonight."

"Hey, hey... you're drunk."

At that moment, someone approached their table.

"Huh? Hye-na? Seon-yeong too?"

A familiar voice. Both of them raised their heads at once.

"Uh...?"

"Tae-yeong sunbae?!"

Hye-na's eyes went wide as she half-rose from her seat.

"Wow... it's been so long."

"Right? Running into you here of all places."

Tae-yeong smiled naturally and glanced at the empty chair.

"Mind if I sit?"

"Uh... sure, of course."

Seon-yeong casually flicked a look at Hye-na. Hye-na wordlessly cracked open another bottle of soju—as if unsealing herself for the night.

Then Seon-yeong's phone rang. A call from Yeon-woo. She stood up holding the phone and said:

"Hye-na, I'm gonna step out and take this real quick."

Somehow, Seon-yeong felt she ought to hide that the call was from Yeon-woo.

"Why? Who is it? Take it here."

"No... it's a call from home. It's too loud in here. You talk with Tae-yeong sunbae."

Hye-na nodded without much suspicion, and Seon-yeong went outside, shut the door behind her, and answered.

A short silence over the line.

Seon-yeong glanced into the shop for a moment. Through the glass, she could see Hye-na and Tae-yeong sitting across from each other, laughing as they talked. It looked quite intimate.