The Sister-in-Law's State of Mind
"Phew… that hits the spot…!"
Sinking my body into the bathtub full of piping hot water made me feel like every last ounce of fatigue was melting away. Whether it was after work, a workout, or sex, a bath taken after rolling around always felt especially divine.
"Mmm… something still feels missing, though."
We'd done it exactly twice, and there was nothing more to add.
Part of me wanted to keep going, but Hyeran's stamina made two rounds the hard limit. I would normally have pushed for more, but she'd been in a near-fainting state like last time, so going another round felt like a genuinely bad idea. That's why the final penetration was the second entry after pulling out once.
"Still, our dear sister-in-law seems to have grown a little, doesn't she?"
There was disappointment, but hope alongside it.
Not long ago, she'd blacked out from nothing more than having her breasts and pussy fondled — no penetration at all. And she wasn't some virgin; she was a thirty-something married woman.
Yet this same sister-in-law hadn't passed out during the first round of foreplay and the fuck itself. She'd come close to shattering, granted, but the fact that she endured it to the end told me she was growing.
"And she even held on through the raw, bareback finish."
Honestly, I'd expected her mind to collapse entirely.
But once again, Hyeran completely defied my expectations.
Even while barely conscious, her instincts clenched tight around my cock, again and again. It almost looked like sheer willpower — a refusal, absolute and total, to let me pull out.
Of course, she resisted, but it was such a frail, pitiful flailing that it hardly counted. Even that didn't last long, though.
She realized that struggling any further was pointless.
I felt the strength steadily drain out of her, and instead she seemed to lose herself in the way my cock slid in and out of her pussy, savoring it.
The sight of her — claiming she hated it with every breath, yet feeling it with her whole body and devoting herself to it — was so absurd it would've made any bystander laugh out loud.
Privately, I think Hyeran is a truly subtle person — deceptively simple yet strangely difficult to read. That part is still ongoing, even now.
"I wonder what she's up to right now."
After the second round, she'd been so spent she'd leaned against me for a while, then spent some time sprawled on the floor like the tragic heroine of some melodrama. I told her to clean up the place once she came to, but I didn't hover over her or supervise — I just walked straight into the bathroom and started drawing a bath.
And so, here I am, soaking in the tub.
"Hmm… was I a little too rough? But when I actually think about it, I don't think that's quite it either…."
The thought did cross my mind, but it's not as if I went around doing pure garbage things for no reason.
I had justification for all of it. Nothing fabricated — everything legal, everything clear-cut.
He wouldn't listen, he acted without thinking…?
No, that alone doesn't give anyone the right to do whatever they want.
Then maybe — keeping my secret, and in exchange for that little bonus, taking her body as payment…?
No, that has its limits too, and they arrive fast.
I won't claim those reasons played no part at all, but on their own they aren't enough. That's why I prepared one more justification in advance.
Rent.
Kim Taeho — that bastard has part of every paycheck deposited into his account garnished. Whether he earns three hundred or five hundred, it doesn't matter; everything above the bare minimum subsistence line gets seized, every last won of it.
At first he'd grit his teeth and push through, full of fight. But that never lasts long.
A man who's supposed to be saving for the future, watching that much drain away from every paycheck, tends to have his spirit, his body, and his heart wear down and sicken, little by little.
That's why, they say, some people end up making bad choices. After all, they wouldn't need to wear themselves down or suffer at all anymore.
So I gave him a break.
He asked me to lower the monthly rent a little, and I readily agreed.
I never expected that man to actually ask for a reduction.
I figured he'd be talking about how he simply couldn't pay anymore. Instead, he was actually begging me to lower it a bit.
Who would have guessed that walking ego — the most selfish creature alive — would ever say those words?
Well, he had shown some real improvement in a short span, genuinely trying to live properly…. And if his own circumstances drove him toward one of those bad choices, I'd feel a little uneasy about it too, no denying that.
Still, letting him freeload forever didn't sit right with my sense of duty — so in exchange, I decided to take Hyeran.
Or to put it precisely: a system where she pays that amount with her own body.
"Honestly, you can't even call it a pure loss for her."
Did anyone ever make her pay with her body?
No — I never had any such intention.
It's not as if she only has to repay me with her body, forever. The promise we made before still stands as-is, so I'll compensate her properly for her services. Just today, after sleeping with her, I paid her by letting me finish inside raw — a bonus. Including everything I never gave her for that titjob, the books are now completely balanced.
"So really, it's a win-win."
There's nothing here that could be a problem.
At most… a guilty conscience?
And even that's an emotion Hyeran should be feeling and carrying, not me. She received her compensation after paying that price, so surely it's on her to think it through and bear it…?
"Maybe I'll go check on her in a bit, see what she's doing."
If she's feeling rattled, I ought to comfort her. And if she's fine, it wouldn't hurt to break out the liquor I treasure and treat her properly.
Saying it myself makes me sound a bit smug, but for all my flaws, I am a gentleman among gentlemen — extending that much courtesy is nothing to me.
At the very least, unlike certain people, I recognize a person's worth and cherish, comfort, and hold them accordingly.
The sound of water hissed on and on….
From the shower stall, the spray poured out at a moderate strength — neither strong nor weak.
"…."
The woman standing beneath the showerhead was Han Hyeran.
She was washing the body that Kim Taeyang — the young master of the house — had defiled mere moments ago.
She'd wanted to sink into a tub of hot water, but the bathroom with the bathtub was occupied by Taeyang, so she had no choice but to use the one in the master bedroom where he lived.
Just as she let out a long, deep sigh, the scenes of what had been done to her flickered through her mind like a revolving lantern.
"Ugh…."
In that instant she scrunched her brow and twisted the faucet shut. Then, bracing a hand against the wall in front of her, she bowed her head low.
"I… I. With that man, I did… those… things…."
Hyeran slowly opened the eyes she'd been squeezing shut.
And the moment they opened, what greeted her was none other than her own lower body. To be exact — the sex that had been violated by him as thoroughly as could be.
"Hk… hng…."
Every negative emotion in existence came flooding in. Guilt toward her husband above all.
Sure, she fought with him — but in truth, she had wished for his success more than anyone, cheered him on, hoped he'd do well.
Her strict, indifferent nature meant she'd never even managed a proper "have a good day at work" as he left. She knew that too.
And yet this woman — days ago, and again today — had thrown herself into the arms of that man's younger brother, the young master. Of course guilt would take root.
"…Where did it all go wrong?"
The moment she entered this household?
When she mentioned his name and tried to take his liquor?
From all those times she needled him, sniping at him under her breath?
But the problem was that too many things weighed on her mind to count on one hand.
And besides, it was far too late, this far down the road, to be sorting out who was right and who was wrong.
"Hhic…."
Hyeran was regretting it all, far too late.
She sobbed as she watched not just the water, but sticky liquid dripping onto the floor, drop by drop.
Contrary to her belief that everything must have drained out by now, her own arousal and his semen were still inside her body.
Self-loathing, guilt, helplessness, wretchedness.
The negative emotions burrowed into her heart as if hollowing it out with a pickaxe.
Thud—
Her back slid down the wall she'd been leaning against until she collapsed onto the floor. With eyes empty of everything, she stared at her own sex.
Then, slowly, with hands that trembled, she brought her fingers to the crevice.
"Hah."
Her voice shook. Even as her face showed revulsion, her hand didn't pull away.
Squelch… squelch….
Squelch… squelch….
She started with a single finger, then gradually added more. And as she probed her own pussy with her hand, moans spilled out of her.
"Hh… nngh… hah. Nn, ohh…."
This was only to force out the semen still left inside her. I am not masturbating, she screamed silently in her own heart.
But to anyone watching, her hand's motions looked like nothing but the latter. Not that she herself knew it.
"C-come… out…! Q-quickly…. c-come, out…!"
Squelch-squelch-squelch…!
Lewd, vulgar sounds of water filled the stall. Not semen — it was her own arousal flowing out, the sound of friction against her hand.
Semen was clearly oozing out between her fingers. Her hand, convinced there was still more inside, showed no sign of stopping.
Somewhere along the way, the act of flushing out the semen had transformed — instinctively, seamlessly — into masturbation.
"I-it's… coming…! Once I push the s-semen, out… I'm cumminggg…!"
Fwsh. Fwsh fwsh.
Violated, creampied — that was what she'd become.
Now, halfway through her shower in the bathroom, she was masturbating under the pretext of forcing out his seed, squirting her juices across the floor.
She came with shallow, ragged breaths. Her expression, as always, wore that same look of disgust — as if she hated every second of it.
"…I will never. Break."
Her heart — that much, she would never surrender.
So she vowed it quietly, even as she wept.