Our Honeymoon Date 3
The Seo Manager, who had been giving me a paizuri from below, rose at her master's command and settled onto my lap. She gathered her voluptuous breasts with her hands and thrust them right up to my lips. The thick, condensed sweet scent of breast milk oozing from her milk ducts mingled with the sticky feminine pheromones wafting subtly from her cleavage and underarms. That lewd, lethal aroma numbed the tip of my nose and made my mind reel.
I took her nipple deep into my mouth and began suckling greedily. Slurp, schluuup...! Her milk had a faint fishy tang mixed with a rich sweetness. It was a bit thinner in texture than regular milk, but the warm heat pouring straight from her nipple into my mouth brought an indescribable euphoria. Chuuulp, chuuuruup... The viscous pull of her tongue-like milk and its scorching sensation paralyzed my reason. Drunk on that vital warmth brimming with life, I clung to her breast, devouring its flavor with insatiable greed.
The old man watched the sordid, voracious scene with a smug glint in his eye. "Looks like you're quite satisfied. Last year, I put that bitch on the pregnancy breeding show just like your wife."
He eyed the Seo Manager's taut, swollen breasts and continued. "Since she gave birth not long ago, her mastitis must be pretty bad. If you don't milk her properly, she'll get a fever and suffer, so you'll have to help out. Keh heh heh heh."
Was it the old man's mocking derision that acted as a trigger? The Seo Manager's milk ducts, trembling finely with shame, suddenly surged. Spurt—! Hot breast milk blasted fiercely against the roof of my mouth from her nipple. The sudden flood of fishy, steaming liquid made my throat convulse. That lewd sweetness filling my mouth dragged me into a beastly pit of desire. With gleaming eyes, I gripped her breasts even harder. White milk dribbled stickily from my lips, but without a thought to wipe it away, I swallowed frantically, determined not to miss a single drop. Haaah, slurp! Smooch...! Gulp, gulp!
The old man, thoroughly pleased with my display, said, "Haha... There's no better nourishment than this. That bitch doesn't even save any for her own pups—she offers it all up to strangers."
Every time the old man's vulgar laughter echoed through the limousine interior, the Seo Manager's shoulders quivered faintly with humiliation. Yet in stark contrast, her breasts burned hotter in response to his taunts, gushing milk in relentless surges. Changes stirred between her thighs as well, where she sat bare on my lap without panties. Was it reacting to the old man's blatant degradation and the intense stimulation from my lips? Hot, sticky love juices erupted silently from her secret place, trickling down my thighs.
The sweet milk wetting my mouth and the scorching, slimy touch of her juices on my thighs. Her thick bodily fluids from above and below mingled, filling my seat with lewd heat. The Seo Manager bowed her head in shame but couldn't contain the flood from her pussy, her hips trembling as she pressed her weight more heavily onto my lap. "Ahng... haa... haa..."
Aroused and humiliated, craving a kiss, she leaned in. I met her lips without swallowing the milk pooled in my mouth. The moment our lips touched, the warm, fishy milk I held backflowed into her mouth. Chuuulp, chuup, smooch... Forced to take back her own milk through another's mouth, she moaned and pulled my neck tighter. Our saliva and thick milk blended, dripping stickily down our chins. Squelch, chuuulp— The overt friction sounds filled the car, and our suffocating lewd kiss showed no sign of stopping.
Stimulated by our obscene heat, perhaps? The old man, eyes flashing with excitement, roughly shoved my wife forward from where she'd been pleasuring his ass. Her body collapsed limply onto the wide, luxurious bed-like seats stretching along the limousine's sides. With unhesitating hands, he hiked up her dress to her chest, exposing her lower body completely. Spotting the white sanitary pad blocking her intimate area, he let out a vile chuckle. "Haha. Still the same, huh? That slutty body that leaks so much you can't even walk without a pad. Don't forget my contribution in training you to that state."
As he spoke, he peeled off the pad. Already beyond saturation, it was heavy and soaked with sticky juices. Even as his hand touched it, her pussy kept surging with unending love juices. Her lewd flesh was automatically responding to the horrific stench of the man she'd once called master, and to the hot scene unfolding before her eyes. The old man brought the drenched pad to his nose, then licked and sucked the sticky juices embedded in it, savoring them in rapture. "Ah... yes, this is the taste. Makes me feel young again."
After devouring the pad, he buried his nose greedily into my wife's mound and began ravaging her in earnest. His rough, aged tongue probed relentlessly between her sensitive, delicate folds. Each time that awful texture scraped her nerves, her waist arched high like a bow. "Hngh, eek...! Ah, aaah...!" Her pleasure-drenched moans filled the limousine chaotically. As if reliving the past when her body had been wretchedly violated, she couldn't control her quivering thighs and gripped the old man's head fiercely.
Her surging juices glistened as they flowed over his rough tongue, and her piercing moans melted into the lewd heat we were all exuding. "Haang, haa...! Yes... Master... more... more, please...!"Gush, gush. She poured hot love juices endlessly into his mouth. The memories of that brutal training—which had forged her current lewd self—drove her body to the peak of estrus.
Now the space brimmed with the feverish heat of aroused men and women. Without a word, as if by agreement, the old man and I thrust our rigid cocks into their dripping pussies. "Haaaahk...!" My wife let out a scream-like moan, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist before clutching his back like a madwoman. This was worlds apart from the casual fucks with Manager Park or the bellboy in the waiting room—a destructive reaction.
"Aaaah! Haang, Master...! Nngh, ah, no... it's too much, too good.♥.♥" The horrific nightmare that had thoroughly broken and tamed her in the past had returned to reality. Those sadistic memories brutally awakened every masochistic cell in her body, plunging her into a deep abyss of ecstasy.
I roughly laid the Seo Manager on the wide front seat and shoved my throbbing cock straight in. Her hips were as wide and plush as her tall frame, her pubic mound plump and generous. Fresh from childbirth, her pussy should have been somewhat loose. But the flesh welcoming my cock was utterly different from expectations. Her lewdly heated pussy swallowed me stickily, gripping my entire shaft with soft yet chewy elasticity. "Haa, haa..! Ah, no.. hngh. Aaah♥♥"
She covered her face in shame, yet her lower body clenched like it wanted to devour me, her waist trembling. Postpartum sensitivity had transformed into dense contractions squeezing my glans, and her boiling juices squelched at our joined parts, soaking the seat. The limousine had become a mad festival devoid of reason. Atop the Hannam Bridge, stalled in traffic, it rocked from our violent coupling.
"Haaaahk! Hic, hiik...! Ah, aaaang! Master, harder... harder...! My pussy, my pussy's gonna burst! Haaaang!""Huaaang! Ah, aaah! Nngh, nngh...! Haaah! Haa...!" Though soundproofed and tinted, the creaking seats and fleshy slaps resounded through the entire vehicle. Outside, no one could imagine the depraved acts unfolding in stalled traffic.
"Haa, haa...! Ngh, nngh...! Eut, haang! Uaaaang♥♥" As the jam eased and the limo started moving again, the old man and I came simultaneously. We all collapsed onto the seats, panting in pleasure-soaked bliss.
Regaining composure quickly, the old man and I sank deep into the limo seats. The women began cleaning our filthy cocks. The old man seemed highly satisfied with the orgy. With a refreshed face, he looked at me and asked, "Na Kanghan. Do we—me and the other Pantheon members—still look like monsters to you?"
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I couldn't utter a word. They had ruined my life and reduced Lee Seol to a wretched masochistic slave—there was no way they could seem anything but vile. The closer I got to their true nature, the more convinced I was they were monsters in human skin. Yet paradoxically, I'd just ravished the Seo Manager in even greater lewdness than the old man, and even now, her lips were cleaning my cock. Worse, I craved another taste of her fishy-sweet milk. Pathetic as I was, I had nothing to say.
The sly old fox had already seen through my silence. Sinking deep into the seat, he intoned in a low voice like a lecturer. "Na Kanghan, modern morality is like a recently invented fad disease. For most of human history, the strong taking the weak's women wasn't a sin—it was their natural right. In the 5,000 years of recorded history, slavery was abolished only about 100 years ago. That's a mere 2% of the total."
He tapped the luxurious leather seat with his finger. "Think about it. In societies where slavery was the norm, do you think sex slaves didn't exist? No—sex was the core commodity and privilege of power in slavery. From ancient Roman nobles to Joseon yangban, medieval European lords... Taking another's wife or ravaging a slave's body wasn't a crime; it was the 'right of the ruler.'"
The old man glanced at the Seo Manager, then said to me, "Do you happen to have a religion?"