Chapter 47: Cuckoo Life (4)
Chapter 47: Cuckoo Life (4)
Press. Press.
An impure act taking place during a meal—a time when a family was supposed to come together in harmony.
I pressed the pointed tip of my toe hard against her through her clothes, stimulating her pussy. Just as I'd expected, Seol Yu-ran's hot body had grown hungry below after she'd sucked my cock moments ago and swallowed my adulterous cum with her upper mouth. Her underwear quickly grew damp, and the wetness spread until it stained her crotch.
Was it because her husband and daughter were both sitting at the table with her?
She tried her hardest to act calm and give nothing away, but the flush of pleasure spreading across her skin made her feelings plain for all to see.
Wi Ji-ja was so focused on talking with me that he hadn't noticed anything strange about his wife. But perhaps because she was young and had keen instincts, Wi Ji-bo tilted her head.
"Mom. Are you feeling sick?"
"!"
Seol Yu-ran jumped in alarm.
Had she thought that her daughter might have caught on? She really did seem to be on edge.
[Master. Don't make it so obvious. The Sword Saint will notice, too.]
"......"
[And tuck your lower half farther under the table. If you're not careful, Bo-a might see your toes shoved between Mom's thighs.]
"!"
At my words, she started in surprise and immediately pressed herself close to the table, covering her lower body with the tablecloth. She put my advice into practice right away, absolutely determined not to let her daughter find out. It was a very ordinary, married-woman sort of reaction.
Her slightly hurried movements made Wi Ji-ja stop talking and glance at the table suspiciously, his expression asking, "Could it be...?"
But it seemed he didn't have the nerve to lift the cloth and look underneath. Or perhaps the thought alone was enough to satisfy him, and it had never even occurred to him to check.
The very slight bulge beneath the tablecloth made the latter seem more likely.
The suggestion must still be working.
Her reaction just now had convinced me. Wi Ji-ja enjoyed watching his wife get toyed with by another man.
Since that was practically the same as having received his tacit permission, I moved my toes more boldly.
Until now, I'd been gently rubbing her crotch. Now I thrust my toe in hard enough for its tip to slip slightly inside.
Press.
"Eep!"
"Mom?"
"I-I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with me, dear. I'm just a little... tired."
She still seemed able to take it, so I thrust harder.
Preeess.
"Hk?!"
"You don't look fine..."
If her mother was spasming now and then in a way that looked almost like a seizure, it would hardly be normal for her not to worry.
In other words, Wi Ji-bo's reaction was perfectly natural. Seol Yu-ran was the strange one for trying to brush her concern aside.
Slide. Slide. Press.
I stroked up and down along the entrance to her pussy, then pressed firmly against her clitoris.
"......"
Seol Yu-ran managed to endure it somehow. But the veins standing out on her forehead made it painfully clear how hard she was struggling to hold back.
[Disciple, stop before I really get angry.]
[What would be the point of getting revenge if I stopped? No.]
[This house is no place for an adulterous cunt!...And I'm sorry for being spiteful. I'll sneak out tonight, so stop for now!]
[All right. I suppose I'll be the good one and hold back.]
The veins, raised from the force with which she clenched herself, swelled into a cross shape. Perhaps she was secretly irritated by the shameless way I'd said that through Voice Transmission.
...But why did that bastard Wi Ji-ja look so dazed?
It was unpleasant.
I stopped paying attention to him and pulled out the foot that had been enjoying such luxury between Seol Yu-ran's thighs.
[Good, you've come to your sen—]
I only pretended to pull out. One last dose of the Yin-Yang Sexual Art!
Squeeze!
I seized her erect, swollen clitoris between my big toe and second toe and twisted it hard.
At the same time, I poured in Yin-Yang qi, amplifying her pleasure.
"Hngh...!!"
Perhaps because she'd let her guard down, Seol Yu-ran had relaxed and taken the pleasure in its rawest form.
Caught off guard, her pussy climaxed, and she let out a short moan.
She immediately covered her mouth with both hands, but it was already too late. The gaze of Wi Ji-ja, whose eyes looked slightly bloodshot, and the gaze of Wi Ji-bo, still innocent and full of concern, both settled on the lady of the house.
Seol Yu-ran's face turned deathly pale.
***
In the North Sea, beautiful women who practiced Ice Art sometimes had affairs when their husbands were inadequate. That was one reason Seol Yu-ran had hesitated so little before accepting Geum Tae-yang's adulterous cock.
But that didn't mean they actually set their sights on another man and destroyed their families.
They simply relieved the sexual desire that sometimes built up until it became too difficult to control.
Apart from that one point, the women of the North Sea were even more devoted to their families than the women of the Central Plains.
Indeed, the prevailing sentiment went so far as to suggest that if a wife sought affairs, the fault lay with the husband failing in his duties—a prejudice born from such customs.
So while Seol Yu-ran might have been nothing more than an adulterous cow in public, bedding her own disciple, it did not mean she valued her family any less.
But today, Geum Tae-yang had crossed a line.
Right at the dining table, in front of her husband and daughter, she had let out a brief cry—driven to climax.
What would become of her now? Even if her husband was effectively a eunuch in the dantian, it wasn't as if he lacked pride.
She knew the reason he took on household chores without complaint and never demanded anything from her was his stubborn determination to preserve what little dignity he had left.
If it were just Bo-a, she's still young—I could somehow muddle through. But my husband...
There was no deceiving him.
No sweeping this under the rug.
With the evidence so glaringly undeniable, what would become of her family? An oppressive silence stretched endlessly, thick with unspoken tension, impossible to predict even a step ahead.
They say time flows like water, but in this moment, a single second stretched into an hour; ten seconds felt like a full day. Even Wi Ji-bo, still too young to grasp the situation, sensed something ominous and cast furtive glances.
In that suffocating, leaden atmosphere—
"What's everyone doing?"
Wi Ji-ja was the first to break the silence.
"Not a single one of you is picking up your chopsticks. The food's going to get cold. You should eat while it's good."
Deliberately feigning ignorance, he resumed the meal—choosing to turn a blind eye to Geum Tae-yang and Seol Yu-ran's transgression.
Obedient as ever, Wi Ji-bo resumed eating at her father's prompting. Geum Tae-yang followed suit, busying himself with his utensils.
Amidst the clinking of spoons scooping rice and chopsticks shuffling side dishes—
Only Seol Yu-ran remained frozen in confusion, staring at her husband with uncomprehending eyes.
"???"
"Hm? Honey, what's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
"......No. It's nothing."
She was bewildered. None of this made sense. But she couldn't point it out.
Doing so would be no different than declaring her intent to destroy her own family with her own hands.
In the end, Seol Yu-ran picked up her spoon again.
The meal resumed.
But the heavy atmosphere showed no signs of lifting.
Clink. Clink.
The only sounds were the incessant clatter of utensils, as if desperately trying to lighten the mood—yet failing spectacularly.
"I'm done."
Wi Ji-ja was the first to finish.
Not content with merely restarting the meal, he rushed through eating, then stood from the table like a man fleeing. Sensing something unnatural in his reaction, Seol Yu-ran's expression darkened with worry as she rose after him.
He hurried toward their room. She chased after him.
Their interaction was awkward—utterly unlike a married couple.
As the two disappeared, Wi Ji-bo, who had been waiting for this moment, leaned toward Geum Tae-yang and whispered quietly:
"Teacher. Did Mommy and Daddy... fight?"
"No. They didn't fight."
"Then why did Daddy act like that? Mommy looked hurt..."
"You'll understand when you're older, young miss."
"I'm already all grown up."
At this quintessentially childish reply, Geum Tae-yang's lips curled into an indulgent smile.
Watching this little one straining to act like an adult reminded him of his own innocent past.
I was pure like that, too, at her age.
He reminisced about a time—nostalgic only in the loosest sense—when he hadn't even known a woman's chest was a secondary erogenous zone like her nether regions.
Wanting to preserve Wi Ji-bo's innocence, he said:
"You have grown up! But there's still this much left before you'll understand something like this."
"Really? If I grow that much taller, I'll know?"
"Really, truly. You won't have a choice—you'll just know. And it's nothing serious, so why don't you go to your room and rest your eyes? After a nap, your parents will be back to normal, too."
"...Okay!"
Perhaps nothing mattered more to a five-year-old than her parents.
Thanks to the trust she'd placed in him,
she obediently scampered off to her room, and Geum Tae-yang allowed himself a rare, gentle smile.
"Now, then..."
The moment he stood up, the expression on his face transformed utterly.
His tongue swiped over his lips in a way that reeked of lechery, his thoughts unmistakably obscene.
"As the blond, tan-skinned bastard I am... maybe it's time I encroach on the couple's nest too."
His gaze flicked toward the room the couple had just entered.
They were likely in the middle of a serious conversation right about now.
Here comes the blond, tan-skinned bastard!
Suppressing his presence, Geum Tae-yang crept toward the room.