Slipping into the Stepdad Role
The venting that started at the night market went on for a long time.
At first, Mrs. Yumi had been walking on eggshells, but she must have had a lot bottled up. Once she opened up over drinks, it was like a dam bursting.
Especially when it came to her parents, who were still ignoring her calls—she was practically manic-depressive. She alternated between anger and understanding, ultimately ending up in tears.
I was basically acting as her emotional trash can the entire time, but since it felt more like Yumi throwing a cute tantrum, I didn't find it annoying at all.
However, saying, "It's a bit awkward to cry in the middle of the street, so shall we move somewhere else?" was a mistake.
I'm screwed.
Suddenly, rather than opening my eyes, the spicy warmth of a hangover soup seemed to coat my throat.
Only after barely forcing my eyes open did I realize we hadn't gone home.
With a lingering hangover, I assessed the situation with blurry eyes.
I was in a plush bed, and a floral scent that definitely didn't belong to my body tickled my nose.
White hair spilled over my slightly numb right arm, reminding me that I had been cushioning Yumi's head all night.
"Ah..."
"..."
Our eyes met awkwardly.
There was a trace of drool at the corner of Yumi's mouth, and her half-open eyes were still vacant. I could tell she was only just waking up, just like me.
What did we do last night?
When I told her she shouldn't cry outside, Yumi insisted we talk indoors and dragged me to a hotel.
Even though I said no, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me along—it was practically a kidnapping.
Then we went into the shower together, and under the running water, we talked for what felt like ages.
Near the end, did she start crying about where her husband went, why he left her and Taeyang, while pounding on my chest?
Right. Yumi was shouting, so I scooped her up and threw her onto the bed. And then, I held her like that and comforted her...
Maybe because our physical boundaries had blurred since the succubus incident, I hadn't thought of it as anything sexual.
The alcohol was talking, and with her venting about her family, there was no room for rational thought anyway.
Through all that, we didn't actually have sex.
We were both exhausted from walking around so much. I remember feeling like we were on the verge of doing it, but then the warm water made us doze off, and we just collapsed.
What a mess. We're not college kids. How does a fully grown adult drink until they blackout and end up like this?
On top of that, she's a married woman with a kid.
Even if his friends are staying over, how does she leave her young son overnight to go out drinking and then score a room at a hotel with another man?
Lee Baek, you crazy bastard.
"Um..."
Yumi also seemed to recall last night's events, looking utterly lost in a wave of self-loathing.
I tightened my right arm around her head, pulling her close for a moment to calm her down, before reaching for the phone on the nightstand and handing it to her.
Still dazed, it took her about ten seconds to realize what I meant before she checked it.
"No texts or calls came in. And it's only five-thirty. He's probably still asleep, not even realizing we're out."
"If we go back right now, we might just make it without getting caught."
Since this world had autonomous taxis, getting back wouldn't be an issue.
We both let out a sigh of relief and checked our bodies. As expected, we hadn't had sex; we had just been pressed against each other naked.
"I'm so sorry. Even I think I went too far yesterday. What on earth was I saying to you, Mr. Baek... and taking my anger out on you like that... I don't even know how to apologize."
She blushed, deeply embarrassed by her own history.
No matter how much I said it was fine, the fact that she had shouted and pounded on my chest remained.
It would have been better if she had blacked out completely, but Yumi was the type to remember everything she did while drunk.
Now, she was gently touching the spot she had hit with her palm, worried she might have left a bruise.
"Thankfully, you're not hurt anywhere."
As if a woman throwing a little tantrum could actually hurt me.
Still, seeing her worry, I pulled Yumi into a front hug, telling her I was still sleepy, and shared her warmth.
"Ah..."
I stroked her back, keeping our cheeks pressed together.
Only then did I realize that my erect cock and her pussy were pressed right against each other.
If I had even a shred of bad intentions, I could have slipped right inside. And Yumi surely wouldn't have refused; she probably would have let me slide in to help relieve her built-up stress.
"Huuu... Huu..."
"Ah, ah, nnh..."
But I liked just holding her like this, so I didn't push for anything crude.
We shared the ticklish sensation of our pubic hair and nipples brushing against each other.
Instead of kissing her lips, I left a light mark on her neck, satisfied with the soft groan that escaped Yumi's mouth.
At that, she took it a step further.
When I stopped kissing her neck, Yumi pressed her lips to mine.
Then, she began rubbing her lower belly and pubic area against my erect cock like she was sliding on a smooth mat, which felt incredibly good.
She was clearly teasing me.
It proved that even if we hadn't planned it, once you've crossed that line once, doing it a second time is easy.
Still, I preferred this gentle intimacy over anything intense right now, so I intentionally resisted the temptation.
The fact that she had been crying about her husband just hours ago also helped cool my jets and restore my sanity.
"How is it? You don't... feel uncomfortable, do you?"
"Not at all. But if we let ourselves get carried away right now, you'll definitely regret it later."
"Regret?"
"If we do whatever we want here, what excuse are you going to give your kid when we go back after sunrise?"
"Ah..."
Shame finally washed over her.
Yet, Yumi's teasing didn't stop. Even as she felt embarrassed by her actions, she kept up the stimulation.
Pressing my cock against her belly, she rubbed her whole body against it, looking determined to make me ejaculate using only her skin, like some soapland hostess.
"Huu... Haa..."
She was openly disappointed.
Knowing she'd regret it in front of her kid if we actually did it, she was settling for this to satisfy her cravings.
Honestly, feeling a bit regretful myself, I flexed my lower half, which prompted Yumi to stop her teasing, slide under the blanket, and press her lips against it.
"Mmmph..."
"Mrs. Yumi."
"Mmm... It's salty."
Well, yeah, we just woke up.
Fortunately, she wasn't planning on giving me a blowjob, as she quickly pulled her lips away from the tip and got out of bed.
"I'll call a taxi on the app. Change quickly so we can head back."
I asked her with my eyes what that was about.
"It was my way of showing... sincerity. You looked like you were struggling, so I wanted to apologize."
To think that of an erect cock.
She was the kind of woman who, even if I grabbed her from behind and took her roughly, would probably say it was fine since she teased me first.
Despite the virtual green light, I suppressed my urges and quickly got dressed.
"Sigh~."
Her face is so red. And her hips are swaying.
I knew that sigh carried many meanings.
The deep-seated lust unique to a married woman, everything she had bottled up, was physically exploding.
Normally, it wasn't a desire she could easily suppress, but seeing her force it down for Taeyang's sake made me feel secretly aroused. I really was barely human.
They say the Heart Deck reflects a person's true nature, and they weren't lying.
If the gyaru succubus were still active, she would have materialized instantly and screamed, "Hurry up and eat her up already!" like a lunatic.
Wary of the deck going out of control like last time, I left the hotel carefully.
By the time the cool morning air hit us, Yumi seemed to have regained her senses.
She also seemed relieved that we hadn't crossed the line so easily.
"Auuugh..."
And she was dying of embarrassment over having just kissed another man's cock.
She probably didn't even know why she did it. But that's just how humans are.
"You cursed and let everything out yesterday. It's only natural your body reacted that way. It's not that strange, is it?"
"Still, I'm a failure of a mother... I've held back so well until now, how could I do that..."
"Before you're a mother, you're a human and a woman."
The autonomous taxi arrived, and the two of us sat side-by-side in the back seat.
However, Yumi immediately kept her distance, and I slid closer just to tease her.
When I poked her cheek or side with a straight face, she blushed and shivered all over.
"Don't do that. Please. We're almost home, so let me go back to being a mother by the time we get there."
"Shall we?"
I stopped teasing her.
Her reactions were so fun that I wanted to keep going. Maybe because I was older, it felt like teasing a younger sister.
I'm doomed. Now I want to hear her call me Oppa.
Even as I reproached myself for such a disgusting thought, our eyes kept meeting in brief glances, though no words were spoken.
When we arrived at the shop, the boxes we ordered yesterday were piled up, so we moved those first.
Then, passing through the first and second floors, we tiptoed up to the third floor where the kids would be sleeping.
I'll change into my pajamas first and pretend to sleep. You change too, Mr. Baek, and let's act like we don't know anything, as if we came back separately.
I'll say I was at a local internet cafe until late, so let's say you got back before me.
A nod.
We exchanged glances and headed toward the dark living room.
Pizza boxes were piled up in front of the TV. I figured they had hung out here before heading to bed.
That was when it hit me.
The bed would be too small for three people to sleep in.
I realized my mistake. I should have realized this sooner.
Two boys and one girl. With that combination, one of them would definitely be sleeping on the living room sofa.
No matter how close they were, there was no reason for a boy and a girl to share the same bed, let alone squeeze three people in.
Which meant, inevitably, the one left out here was...
"You're both quite late, aren't you~?"
"..."
"..."
The living room light flicked on, and Chaerin smirked as if she had just found something highly entertaining.