Yuna's Family Hospitality
Our family consists of my mother, father, and me—a tight-knit trio. My father is Lee Sin, the head of security for the Saseong Group.
And my mother's name is Ito Sakura; she's Japanese. By Japanese custom, she should have taken my father's surname, but she never changed it after coming to Korea. Born in Japan, she met my father at a kendo exchange event and followed him here. She's the one who taught me kendo, and even now as a housewife, she still practices it from time to time. Having married quite young, Mom is still in her late thirties—beautiful and elegantly poised. I hope I age as gracefully as she has.
After school, I got home, and my parents greeted me warmly.
"Welcome home, Yuna dear."
"Yuna, okaerinasai."
"I'm home, Father, Mother."
Mom still slips into Japanese now and then. But as soon as I walked in, the house felt unusually bustling. Mom was busy preparing a spread of dishes, and Dad was pulling out various bottles of liquor, looking deep in thought.
"Looks like you're preparing a feast. Is someone coming over today?"
"I guess no one told you, Yuna. Today, the most important guest our family has ever had is coming over."
"A guest?"
I couldn't help but be startled at the word. Guests who visited our home were never ordinary people.
"That's right—the very person who made it possible for our family to live like this."
"Someone from Mio's family?"
The first people who came to mind were the elders from the Saseong family, a few of whom I'd even met.
"Someone even higher than the Saseong elders."
"No way... higher than the Saseong family..."
I was speechless. The Saseong family was the pinnacle of power in my mind, and this person was above them?
"A truly important guest, then. Is there anything I can help with, Father?"
"No need. I'll handle the miscellaneous stuff, and your mom’s almost done with the cooking. Just wash up, change into your cleanest casual clothes, and get ready to receive them."
"Yes, sir!"
As Father instructed, I showered thoroughly, changed into my neatest loungewear, and came downstairs. By then, everything seemed just about ready. The kitchen overflowed with Japanese and Korean dishes, an array of fine liquors lined up, and both my parents had changed into their formal reception attire.
"Y-yes... yes, you've just arrived. Please, come right in."
Father was on the phone with the guest, it seemed. I thought they were just pulling up when... Mom and Dad headed to the entrance and knelt down on the floor.
"Father... Mother... what is this..."
I was stunned by the sight—I'd never seen anything like it. No matter who it was, they wouldn't go this far. But seeing me frozen, Father spoke up.
"Yuna, follow our lead. This is how you greet a truly important guest."
"Yes, Yuna dear, do as your father says."
Something felt off, but I knelt down as they instructed. Who could be so exalted that they demand this? My mind raced with confusion, but given Father's line of work, these receptions couldn't afford any mishaps. I had to go along.
And then... click. The door opened, and the guest entered.
There stood a face I knew all too well.
"Jintae!?"
It was Jintae, the underclassman I'd just seen at the student council. The situation made no sense. Yet my parents bowed deeply to him in greeting.
"Welcome, Jintae-nim."
"Irasshaimase, Jintae-sama."
I couldn't comprehend it. Something terrifying was unfolding.
* * *
"Hahaha! I had no idea you and Yuna already knew each other."
"Please forgive our daughter's rudeness."
"No need for forgiveness. At school, Yuna was my senior, and I never revealed my true identity. It's all in the past."
"Hahaha, I see. Glad she knows now, at least. Hahaha!"
Father laughed heartily—unlike his usual self—as he smoothed things over. He'd seen me greet Jintae casually without honorifics and yelled at me more fiercely than ever before. Jintae had intervened, letting it slide. And so, we all sat at the table: our family escorting—no, serving—Jintae.
Father sat directly across, with Jintae in the center seat of honor, Mom and me flanking him on either side. It was the kind of setup you'd see in those shady clubs or VIP rooms. And Mom... she wore an expression I'd never seen on her as she attended to Jintae.
"Jintae-sama, not knowing your preferences, we prepared Korean, Japanese, and Western dishes. Is there anything else you'd like?"
"I like them all, so it's fine. Oh! This cube steak is delicious. Right up my alley."
"I'm glad. Try this salmon roll too—it's my specialty."
"Yes... ahhhn. Mmm! So good."
Mom picked up the food and fed it straight into Jintae's mouth. She'd never even done that for Father. Yet he didn't bat an eye—instead, he watched her approvingly, smiling. In this room, I seemed to be the only normal one. Or am I the abnormal one?
"Yuna, serve Jintae-nim something too."
"I... uh..."
"Hey!"
Father barked like Mom had, ordering me to attend to Jintae. I wanted to bolt from the room, but something whispered for me to stay. As I hesitated, Jintae spoke.
"It's fine. Even without that, I've received far more from Senior Yuna—no, from Yuna."
"Something more?"
"Yes... somehow, I ended up taking Yuna's virginity. Sorry for taking such a precious daughter."
Whoosh.
Jintae casually mentioned taking my virginity, flashing me back to that absurd moment in the student council room. Looking back, it was all so strange. How did I lose it so ridiculously, get violated by him repeatedly afterward, and just... let it happen?
As I despaired, an even more unimaginable statement followed.
"Not at all! It's our family's honor that Yuna could offer her virginity to you, Jintae-nim."
"Exactly. We're deeply grateful for the chance to present Yuna's virginity to you, Jintae-sama."
Mom and Dad spouted utter madness. As they did, Jintae stroked my thigh and continued.
Squeeze. Squeeze.
"I'm the one thankful—you raised such a wonderful daughter. Maybe it's the kendo and how she takes after you, but she's so pretty, and the feel of her pussy during sex was no joke."
His shameless, indecent words filled me with shame. But his touch sent indescribable pleasure surging through me, dredging up memories of climaxing under him again and again. Memories of submitting, spreading my legs for him.
"Yuna must have satisfied you as a woman, Jintae-sama. As her mother, I'm thrilled."
No one noticed my turmoil. Mom clung to Jintae, coquettishly fawning over him.
Who knew Mom had this side?
Grinning lecherously at the sight, Jintae said,
"In that vein, could I perhaps receive some mouth-pussy service from Yuna's mother?"
The shocking remark—beyond indecency, outright criminal. I couldn't even control my expression, but Mom and Dad carried on calmly.
"My service?"
"Yes. Yuna's mouth-pussy was amazing, so I want to compare it to her mother's."
"I've never experienced my wife's mouth-pussy service myself, but I'm sure you'll love it. Dear, what are you waiting for?"
"Ah! Sorry, Jintae-sama. I'll prepare right away."
"W-wait! Mother!"
I couldn't hold back and shouted. All eyes—Mom's, Dad's, Jintae's—turned to me like I was the freak.
But I had to protect her.
"I'll... provide Jintae-nim's mouth-pussy service. That's okay, right, Jintae-nim?"
Offering myself to shield Mom eased the tension somewhat.
But then...
"Hmm... Yuna, stick out your tongue and give me a deep kiss."
"J-Jintae-nim..."
"Now."
His command to kiss me. Father glared at me sharper than ever; Mom gracefully knelt between Jintae's legs, unzipped him, and freed his cock.
No, Mother... you're getting defiled...
"Then, Jintae-sama, I'll begin. Mmm... slurp♥... smack♥..."
Mom started sucking his erect cock with a look of pure delight, like it was the tastiest treat. Glancing up at him occasionally with a smile, she looked every bit the lascivious whore—a side of her I'd never imagined.
Jintae, reveling in it...
"Oh... oh... this is incredible. Really your first time? Feels amazing."
"Hahaha, glad my wife's mouth-pussy pleases you, Jintae-nim. Hahaha!"
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
"Now, Yuna, you too..."
Jintae stuck out his tongue, demanding a kiss. I had no choice but to lean in and press my lips to his.
"Mmm... smack..."
The moment I tasted his tongue, lightning-like pleasure exploded through my body.
"Hnnngh♥!?"
Startled by the ecstasy, I tried to pull away, but Jintae grabbed my head, forcing me close as his tongue invaded my mouth, ravaging it.
Grip.
"Mmm♥ smack♥ smack♥ slurp♥ suck♥ suuuuck♥ suck♥"
Was deep kissing always this good? My thighs grew slick as Jintae brutally claimed my mouth. All the while, Mom's sucking sounds echoed relentlessly, even if I couldn't see them.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Served from above and below by mother and daughter, Jintae suddenly broke the kiss with me.
"Stop, stop."
"Pop... haah... haah... Jintae-sama, was something unsatisfactory?"
"Too good—that's the problem. I'm dying to cum."
"Wonderful. Our mother-daughter service pleased you."
Mom beamed genuinely. Jintae grinned wickedly.
"But if I'm cumming, I want it inside a woman. Inside you, Sakura. Stand up, drop your panties, and present your ass to me."
"J-Jintae-sama, that's..."
"Jintae-nim, please, anything but that..."
This, even Mom and Dad hadn't anticipated. But Jintae's face hardened.
"Strip."
One word. Utterly terrifying.
Why does he scare me like this?
Father fell silent; Mom stood, slid down her panties, and thrust her ass toward Jintae.
"Doo kaa (please)... bless my insides with your seed, Jintae-nim."
Even to my eyes, Mom's pussy still radiated youthful allure. Jintae positioned his saliva-slick cock at her entrance, gripped her waist, and thrust in.
Squelch!
"Hnnngh♥ So biiig (big)!"
He plunged into the very place I'd been born from and pistoned relentlessly.
Thrust!Thrust!Thrust!Thrust!Thrust!Thrust!Thrust!Thrust!
"Ah♥ ang♥ ang♥ ang♥ Jintae-sama♥ too♥ fast♥ aaang♥"
Her insides must have felt divine; Jintae thrashed his hips wildly, then looked at me.
"Mouth."
I approached and kissed him again, just like before.
"Mmm♥ smack♥ smack♥ slurp♥ smack♥ smack♥"
I devotedly plunged my tongue into his mouth, sucking to maximize his pleasure. He responded more tenderly this time, and soon...
Splurt!Splurt!Spuuuurt!
"Haaaang♥ Jintae-sama's semen♥ hng♥ is coming in. Haaaang♥"
Without breaking our kiss, he flooded Mom's depths. Pump after pump, every drop poured into her. When he finally pulled out, her pussy overflowed with his defiling cum, vivid and obscene.
"Whew... Sakura, your mouth-pussy and real pussy were both phenomenal. No wonder Yuna's felt so good."
"I-is... that so... glad... ha... ha... ha..."
Mom couldn't lift her face; Father's expression twisted in rage and reverence; I clung to Jintae's side, lost. That day, our family shattered.