Chapter 87
Chapter 87
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 87
Chapter Title: EP.87
“Haa… Seonghwa…”
Min Seola’s hot breath wormed into my ear.
The cramped passenger seat made it feel like we were pressed together without a single gap.
Slurp… slurp…
The slightest movement brought vivid squelching friction sounds, along with the sensation of her full breasts rubbing and mashing against me.
“Haa… It feels so good… I want to do this every day…!”
Min Seola leaned her forehead on my shoulder, panting. The low car ceiling wouldn’t let her tilt her head back.
That awkward position only made it more erotic.
No place to escape, nowhere to dodge—she had to cling only to me.
I gripped her ass tightly.
Firm flesh overflowed between my fingers.
And deeper inside, her hot, wet pussy kneaded my cock wildly, teasing me relentlessly.
“Seola, it feels extra tight today, doesn’t it?”
“Haaang! Is it…? Haaah!”
Min Seola seemed to squeeze even harder at my words.
No way she could clench like this without flexing her sphincter muscles on purpose.
“It’s plenty tight without you trying so hard.”
I whispered softly and rocked my hips.
Squelch… squelch…
The car shook.
Out the window, far off, shadows of people strolling by were visible.
“Isn’t it shaking too much…? What if someone sees…?”
Min Seola finally voiced her worry, a bit late.
‘Well, yeah. If the No.1 Hero gets caught fucking in a car, it’d be front-page news.’
But that anxiety only seemed to excite her more—her pussy clenched differently, not from deliberate force.
“Didn’t you say before you wanted to get caught? That you wanted to advertise it to everyone.”
I thrust in rougher on purpose.
Her ass slapped against my thighs with wet smacks.
“Haang!! Seonghwa!! Too hard!! Haaang!!”
I sealed her mouth with my lips.
I swallowed her moans as our tongues tangled.
Only the sloppy sounds of saliva mixing and the intense piston rhythm from below filled the car.
“Slurp! Chuuurp! Mmmph!”
Min Seola rolled her tongue eagerly, her hips grinding just as hard.
As if begging me to shoot my load quick.
‘Driving me crazy. What a legendary pussy.’
I lifted her waist, shifting the angle.
Her upper body arched back, hands bracing on the dashboard.
The raw sight of our joined parts exposed.
My cock plunging in and out of her pussy hole was crystal clear.
“I can see exactly how Seola’s swallowing my cock.”
“Haaang! Don’t look… It’s embarrassing…!”
“Don’t worry. It’s just pretty.”
I rubbed her clit with my thumb, stimulating it.
“Haaaang! There! Nooo! Don’t rub it like that! I’m gonna cum!”
Min Seola twisted her whole body.
Her inner walls spasmed, gripping my cock tight.
That pushed me to the edge too.
I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I pinned her hips down and slammed one last time toward her womb entrance.
Splurt-!
“Kyaaaahhh!!”
Squirt! Spuuurt! Splurt!
As cum erupted from my cock, Min Seola hugged me tight, her lower body shuddering wildly.
“Huff… huff… haaa…”
She stayed like that for a while, catching her breath in silence.
“…Haa. That was good.”
Her body was limp and relaxed, but her face beamed with utter happiness.
“I don’t wanna go home… I wanna stay like this…”
“We can do it again next time.”
I soothed her, brushing aside her damp hair.
“I’ll drive… No, you do it, Seola. If I mess up handling this car, it’d be a disaster…”
Min Seola chuckled as she sat up.
“No need to worry about the money. I’m worried you’ll get hurt.”
Exactly the opposite of my thinking.
I wasn’t worried about getting hurt—money was the issue.
“And I can drive just fine. Feels like you’ve given me energy to do it even better?”
Min Seola casually joked as she gathered and slipped on her clothes.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Alley in front of my house.
I said goodbye to Min Seola and got out of the car.
‘Whew… Didn’t expect to handle Choi Yura earlier today and then Seola too. But hey, all good.’
The cool night air cooled my heated body.
But my mind was a mess.
‘More importantly, Yupia—you promised, so you didn’t trash the place again, right?’
Whining for food, messing up the house, using my clothes as rags.
Just thinking about it tired me out.
If she’d caused trouble again today, I’d have to lay down the law for sure. With that resolve, I stepped inside.
“...Huh?”
I froze.
The house was spotless.
Shoes scattered in the entryway were neatly arranged. Sofa cushions stood in perfect rows.
The table and floor gleamed without a speck of dust. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
‘What? Did I get the wrong house?’
No way.
Definitely my furniture.
‘An illusion, maybe.’
This sneaky bitch.
Had to be using her illusion specialty to avoid cleaning.
Then, a delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen.
I wandered in like I was entranced.
On the table: steaming kimchi jjigae pot, fresh rice, rolled omelet.
A bit rough-looking, but anyone could see the effort put into the meal.
‘What the hell? Not like that dog food last time—why a normal spread?’
Then the bedroom door opened, and Yupia bounded out.
“You’re back!”
Seeing her outfit shocked me again.
Her usual baggy white boxy t-shirt of mine.
But the vibe was different.
Her messy hair tied neatly, face bare of makeup—simple and clean.
‘What is this?’
Smooth legs peeking under the t-shirt hem, bare feet.
Obviously no underwear—her nipples poked faintly with each movement, pale ass flesh teasing between her thighs.
“What’s up with you? No, this is an illusion, right? Feed you cum once and you pull this trick?”
Yupia averted her eyes, fidgeting awkwardly.
Gone was her usual bold, shameless demeanor—now she looked like a scolded puppy, all timid.
“What? That guilty face. Did you cause trouble again? Illusion to hide it?”
“N-No! No trouble! Not an illusion!”
Yupia shook her head vigorously.
Then hesitantly spoke up.
“I just… heard you were tired…”
“...?”
“You said you were exhausted to death. Work’s tough, and I make it worse…”
She mumbled in a creeping voice.
“So… I wanted to help… No accidents… Thought you’d like it if I cooked and cleaned…”
“...”
I was speechless for a moment.
Was this really the Yupia I knew?
The arrogant woman who treated men like bugs, who wanted the world at her feet.
All because of one offhand comment from me—she’d mimicked a proper housewife (no apron, but still) and prepared dinner, waiting.
“I’m bad at food like this… Might not taste as good as last time…”
She fidgeted, glancing nervously.
No brazen playfulness—just genuine remorse, like when she apologized for the Hero Association mess.
I couldn’t help but chuckle.
How could I stay mad like this?
Not that I should’ve been in the first place.
“Good job.”
I patted Yupia’s head thoroughly.
“You worked hard.”
“...Really?”
Yupia’s face lit up.
Her tail wagged furiously behind her.
She nuzzled into my palm, savoring the touch.
“Ung?! Did I do well? Praise me more!”
“Yeah, yeah. You did great.”
Yupia and I sat side by side at the table.
I scooped some kimchi jjigae.
“Tastes good. Last time’s weird stuff was tasty in its own way, but this is perfectly boiled kimchi jjigae.”
“Heehee. Glad.”
Yupia grinned at me.
The loose t-shirt gaped open, revealing her pale, ample cleavage.
‘Breasts are the perfect dessert.’
After eating, I lounged on the sofa and turned on the TV.
Yupia stuck right to my side.
Her thigh pressed against my leg—warm, soft, squishy.
“I did all the dishes today! Laundry too!”
“Good. You’re a big girl. But do you even know how to do dishes and laundry? Makes me uneasy. Still, good job for now. I’ll check later—if it’s a mess, I’ll scold you then.”
I habitually wrapped an arm around her waist.
Smooth bare skin through the t-shirt.
No bra strap—just sleek back lines.
My hand naturally slid lower.
‘Was gonna rest tonight… but this mood leaves me no choice…’
That’s when it happened.
Twitch.
In this space that should hold only me and Yupia, a faint, familiar yet strange presence mingled.
Extremely subtle and secretive, like lurking in shadows.
My face hardened as I turned.
Dark corner of the living room.
There, two red eyes floated up.
“...?!”
Our eyes met—Lilith.
She lurked in the shadows, watching us with chilling silence.
“What are you…?”
Lilith wore rubber gloves, an apron tied around her.