Starting Over (28)
“Oh, come on, Oppa. Can’t you just do it? Please?”
“Seriously, get lost while I’m asking nicely.”
“...You’re so mean...”
“Master, I’m on my period next week.”
“....?”
“I won’t be able to do it from the week after... I’m just worried about you, Master...”
“Worried about what?”
“It’s obvious, isn’t it! If I think about you not being able to do it for a whole week, I have to help you get it out of your system now—”
I pressed my palm against Jia’s chest and pushed her away firmly. What kind of insane talk was that? Right, because of these two women, I didn’t have the luxury of being interested in anyone else. So what if her chest is big? What does it matter when, the moment I get home, it’s like this...
“Didn’t I tell you...? Infinite internal ejaculations are possible...”
“...I’m seriously distressed. Just sit still,”
“Then at least my chest...”
“Hehe, Oppa....!”
“Don’t do it, seriously.”
“Aang... should I call you Master too...?”
“Ugh, I almost threw up.”
“...”
Eunbyul and Jia exchanged glances. It wasn’t a good look, but I tried to ignore it as much as possible. No, I should leave this place... “Oh right, I had something to do...”
“Master.”
“Senior.”
“...?”
“Heeeh♡ Se, Senior...♡”
As I always say,
“Master, ple... ugh, hnn... ha...♥”
I hadn’t intended to do this.
“P, please....♥ Just one more time...”
Really. I mean it. I’m being serious right now.
Before I could even open my laptop, Jia grabbed my hand and pinned it to the table, and Eunbyul nimbly climbed onto my lap. Jia sat slowly to my left while Eunbyul rubbed her lips against me without hesitation. “It’s big, Master.... I like it the best... hnn-”
Jia easily unbuckled my belt, reached inside, and gripped my growing member, rubbing it softly up and down.
Did I just give in? “Hey, are you all not going to stop?”
No, “HEY!!!!!!!!!!”
I don’t live by just taking it. But...
“Are you going to keep rebelling against your older sister? That’s bad.”
“The fuck you mean, older sister!”
That woman is a lunatic. I’m telling you, she’s not normal. I’m not just saying that. And on top of that, this double-standard...
“You touched me all over in the warehouse... A General Manager who sexually harasses his secretary at work is truly disqualified.”
It wasn’t a warehouse, it was the EPS... No, fuck, what do you mean disqualified? Who the hell are you?
“You touched me?”
“Yes, Senior dragged me away and touched me. It was so good. ...Though it’s even better now...”
“Why don’t you do that for your older sister, hiding things like that?”
Why are you saying that out loud? No, I did it well, so it was a reward—
“A reward?”
“Yes, you did it specially because I worked hard.”
“Master, what about me? Me? Aren’t you going to do it for your older sister?”
“No, stop with the ‘older sister’ talk!”
Eventually, I ended up dragging both women to the bed in the master bedroom. It seemed like talking wouldn’t solve anything. I could test the waters. If they stopped when I yelled, they were still rational. If they went even harder the more I yelled, they were in ‘crazy bitch’ mode.
Soon, without me even telling them, both women lay down on the bed.
“Hurry, quickly. I’m in a rush.”
Seo Jia, with the aura of a voluptuous married woman, spread her legs softly and showed me her panties. Seeing how soaked she was, she really did seem in a rush... No, let’s not be considerate of this. Let’s not empathize with others, please...
While doing so, Jia, with a moderate flush on her cheeks, slowly reached behind her and unhooked her bra. “I took it off so it’s easier for you to ravish me, Master.”
“....”
On the other hand, Eunbyul had followed her sister and laid down, but this wasn’t easy for her. Just looking up at me was embarrassing, and while she wondered how Jia could spread her legs so casually, she tried her best to spread her own thighs, which wouldn’t budge, just to get my attention—
“...Haa, I can’t... I can’t do it...”
“...Don’t do that, I didn’t tell you to....”
Instead of slowly opening them, she fought with her expression. The look of, ‘I’m a virgin, I’m pure.’ Unlike Jia, her cheeks were flushed deep red like an apple, and her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath. The space between her closed thighs piqued my curiosity.
“Me first..! I haven’t done it yet...”
So I started kissing her while touching her breasts, and Jia watched with envious eyes. But she maintained her pose to seduce me.
I had no intention of penetrating Eunbyul. My heart wasn’t fully set on it yet, and with my ex-wife watching from the side, it felt like an affair.
“Please put it in for me too, Oppa...♡ Ugh, it feels good, yeah, Oppa, me... here....”
“No.”
“...Mean...”
But I could stimulate her clitoris to bring her to climax. I’m a man, after all; seeing a woman getting wet under my own hand makes it hard to maintain restraint. My hand, which had entered Eunbyul’s panties, soon tore them off as if ripping them apart. Even though she knew Jia was staring from the side, Eunbyul cried out,
“Oppa, yeah♡ I, I’m...! No, no! Ah! Haa♡ Wait, wait...! ...Ugh, ugh, sob♡”
She writhed, pouring out a stream of fluid that nearly reached the wardrobe, before collapsing, limp.
“...You’re skilled, truly...”
“Nothing’s changed.”
“No, you didn’t usually do this much foreplay...”
“You’re the one who told me not to.”
“....”
After washing my hands, I glanced at Eunbyul, who was curled up on her side, trembling. Then it was Jia’s turn.
“That’s not it, I raised you like this... You’re still a younger husband than me... uh-uhnn♡”
“I hate being treated like a kid.”
You have no mercy.
“Blindfold♡ Master♡ Pl, please♡ Ah♡ M-my words... my words won’t come out....♡”
“That’s what you get.”
“...”
I inserted two fingers immediately.
“Ugh... Senior, why did you do it for her and not me...”
“She’s not a first-timer, is she.”
“...”
Jia, who had been staring at my arm inside her panties, suddenly bit down hard on my arm. When I tried to pull away, she eased the pressure of her bite.
“Are you treating only her like she’s expensive right now?”
“No, it’s true, you were even married to me.”
“...You’re so mean...”
“It’s not like that, ah, I don’t know. Spread your legs more.”
She likes it when I smack her thighs. It’s even worse with her ass. According to Jia, it gets worse when she’s drunk. Anyway, when she doesn’t listen, smacking her thighs makes her like it and behave. It’s the only way I can control Jia. Already, my handprint was clearly left on her right thigh.
“I, I’m coming, right there, you’re messing it all up...♡”
Maybe because I didn’t take her panties off, Jia couldn’t shoot her stream forward, so she drew a map on the bed.
“Are you planning on going tomorrow too?” Jia asked, carefully placing the bubbling earthenware pot on the table.
I nodded. I have to go tomorrow, too. Every single day.
“I think you could go three times.”
“No. Until the end, continuously.”
Since the ‘three visits to the thatched cottage’ is an old saying, let’s go with the philosophy that no tree won’t fall after ten strikes.
“No, what if you really end up at the police station?”
“Would they really report me?”
I vaguely believed it. That Min Suyeon, who speaks so bluntly, must actually be a kind person.
“There’s no such thing as a bad person among those who research things that are good for people.”
“What if it’s not a person?”
“...?”
“A mad dog. Woof woof!”
Well, that wasn’t exactly wrong. I was exhausted from talking like that all day. Or maybe I was exhausted because of these two lively women here...
After a quick shower, I came out in my robe, and Jia approached as if she’d been waiting, handing me my phone. I had a call—
“Hello, Senior?”
“Oh, Suhyun. Can you talk?”
“Yes, yes. Go ahead.”
I was anxious because Jihoon called late in the evening. What could he be saying?
“Ayeong is getting discharged on Monday.”
“Oh, really? She’s recovering fast.”
“Well, it’s not like she was stabbed by shrapnel... but the medical bills were no joke.”
“I guess you visited.”
“Yeah. I went with Jeonghyun earlier while having a drink. She was watching Netflix.”
“She’s still the same.”
I think I worried too much. It was a relief. She might have been fine this morning, but she was undeniably a victim of an explosion accident.
Then, what Jihoon said next was, well,
“No, the boss called me suddenly, so I didn’t drink, but ha...”
“Why? Is he having a hard time?”
“It’s not that, but what you posted in the group chat today. He’s completely hooked on it, you know?”
“...?”
“He was drinking and slapping his knees, saying, ‘Ah! Why didn’t I think of seaweed!’”
Right. In fact, when I said I would use seaweed, I wondered if it would work, but reading Min Suyeon’s thesis, which argued that it had sufficient value as a material based on actual experimental results, it was convincing enough. However, what kind of madman would, like Min Suyeon, go to the ocean himself to harvest seaweed and try to handle it in a lab? Likewise, GPL hadn’t been interested in the marine ecosystem, only approaching it chemically.
“What about you, Hyung?”
“It’s good, sure. But is it easy? Oil is easy to find, but seaweed... whew, man... the experimental costs are no joke.”
“...”
“Plus, you have to do the experiment hundreds of times. You’re using seaweed, but what if there’s something better than that? And that thing in the thesis, what was it? The one you eat...”
“Sea lettuce?”
“Yeah. Sea lettuce. That’s it. What if we actually use sea lettuce and all sorts of problems explode? If another accident happens with something unverified, we’ll all get our heads cut off.”
He was right. It’s not like there’s only one type of seaweed; we have to turn everything into fuel. It’s a task that consumes a significant amount of time and money.
“Still, it has more potential. Why, are you going to put in liquid oxygen like before?”
“...Looking back, that’s a fucking dangerous idea. Absolutely not.”
“That’s what I’m saying. It’s better that way...”
Anyway, when I finished the call, Jia, who had been listening quietly from the side, asked,
“Then are you going to go from the morning again?”
“Well, I’ll have to contact her and go again this time. From the morning. I don’t have time.”
“Contact... hmm. How was the reaction today?”
Jia, who had been pondering something, asked. So I said,
“...It was the worst.”