15. Just Like Mother and Daughter.
Episode 15. Like Mother, Like Daughter
Eun-ju parted her lips to envelop the thick glans. The hot shaft stretched her oral cavity as it scraped against her mucous membranes. With one hand firmly gripping the sturdy base, she rhythmically moved her head back and forth.
Slurp, slurp.
Her other hand kneaded her own breasts through her clothing, attempting to soothe the rising heat within her.
A feverish warmth surged from her core, threatening to burn through her skin. The hand that had been massaging her breasts slid down beneath her skirt. Her fingers rubbed against the damp nylon of her pantyhose before pressing firmly against her swollen, hardened clitoris.
"Haah...... haah."
Jin-hyeok's ragged breaths cascaded over her head. Eun-ju traced the urethral slit with the tip of her tongue before sealing her lips tightly around the shaft and sucking forcefully.
"Ugh...... Ms. Eun-ju."
Jin-hyeok's hands urgently grasped the back of her head. The rigid shaft throbbed violently in her mouth, signaling his impending climax.
"I'll... take it all......"
Her words were muffled as her mouth filled completely. When Eun-ju swallowed him deeper, Jin-hyeok's hands pulled her head down forcefully.
"Ghk, ugh."
The burning tip stabbed at the back of her throat as an animalistic groan escaped him.
Splurt, splurt.
The pungent, scalding semen raced down her esophagus.
"Hng...... ugh, hh."
The relentless flood left no room to breathe. Eun-ju clenched her jaw to prevent any spillage, the thick scent of semen filling her nostrils as she forced every last drop down her throat.
"......Hah...... ah......."
The prolonged ejaculation finally ceased. Jin-hyeok, who had been trembling at the waist, went limp. As Eun-ju slowly pulled back, the still-erect shaft glistened before her.
She extended her tongue to lick away the remnants clinging to the shaft before dutifully swallowing even the last droplet pooled at the slit.
"Y-you should go now......"
Exhaling sharply, Eun-ju collapsed forward onto the floor. Between her disheveled hair, tears, snot, and unswallowed saliva mingled in a messy trail. Jin-hyeok looked down at her sprawled form with a complicated gaze.
"Get going."
At Eun-ju's urging, Jin-hyeok hastily zipped his pants and turned to leave.
Just as the door closed behind him, a familiar voice called out:
"Oppa, why did you take so long?"
It was Na-eun.
"Don't ask questions like that."
Jin-hyeok smoothly deflected the inquiry. Still lying on the floor, Eun-ju smiled silently to herself.
The bathroom door opened and Jin-hyeok emerged.
Na-eun looked up at him. A smile naturally came to her lips.
"O-oppa."
"Yeah."
As Jin-hyeok took his seat, Na-eun leaned toward him. Lowering her voice slightly, she ventured:
"Should we come here alone later?"
"Huh?"
"J-just... maybe stay overnight too?"
Her words trailed off softly. Having voiced it aloud, the weight of her suggestion suddenly struck her. Na-eun's cheeks flushed crimson.
Jin-hyeok studied Na-eun for a moment before smiling faintly.
"Yeah, why not?"
The implication of a man and woman spending the night together in a hotel wasn't lost on him. His knowing acceptance sent warmth flooding through Na-eun's body.
She wanted to have her first time with him soon.
She wanted to give him her virginity and cement their relationship. Only then would she feel secure that his heart wouldn't stray elsewhere.
Though postponed this time due to her exam preparations, once her next mock exam results came out—
Na-eun engraved that promise firmly in her heart.
She glanced toward the bathroom. Eun-ju hadn't emerged yet. Seizing the moment, Na-eun pressed closer to Jin-hyeok.
"Oppa, try this."
She speared a piece of cake with her fork. Then she lightly brushed it against her own lips, leaving a smear of creamy frosting on her lower lip.
Na-eun then presented her face to Jin-hyeok.
"W-what are you doing?"
Jin-hyeok recoiled slightly, his expression clearly flustered. His reaction only emboldened Na-eun. Bringing her lips closer, she whispered:
"Wouldn't it taste better if we kissed while eating it?"
Jin-hyeok's eyes darted toward the bathroom door. After a quick glance at the closed door, his attention returned to Na-eun.
After a moment's hesitation, he leaned in. Gently, he took the cream from Na-eun's lips with his own.
Mwah.
With just that soft sound, Jin-hyeok quickly pulled away—having only licked the cream from her upper lip.
"Aww......"
Na-eun pouted, clearly wanting more. She took another bite of cake, this time holding it in her mouth as she leaned toward Jin-hyeok again.
Jin-hyeok glanced once more at the bathroom door before bowing his head to cover Na-eun's lips.
This time, he didn't pull away immediately. Between their connected lips, the cake they'd been holding transferred slowly between them. The sweet cream melted as their tongues intertwined, Jin-hyeok's exploring every corner of Na-eun's mouth as if chasing the flavor.
"Hng......"
Na-eun's shoulders trembled slightly. The rich cake and slick tongues became indistinguishable. She could no longer tell where the cream ended and Jin-hyeok began—her mind growing hazy from the sensations swirling in her mouth.
Slurp.
The soft sound of their lips sucking at each other escaped. Na-eun clutched Jin-hyeok's shirt hem tightly. Though the cake had long dissolved, their lips remained locked together.
A thrilling current ran up her spine. More intoxicating than the sweetness was the secretive nature of this kiss—stolen right under her mother's nose.
Without her mother knowing.
A secret kept even as she sat right beside them. This knowledge filled Na-eun's chest with excitement.
Moreover, since returning from the bathroom, Jin-hyeok carried a distinct, heavy musk different from usual. Each time the scent reached her nostrils, Na-eun's body burned hotter—as if drawn in by some primal male pheromone.
Mwah.
Their lips finally parted.
At that exact moment, the bathroom door opened and Eun-ju emerged.
Na-eun and Jin-hyeok simultaneously straightened their postures, faces carefully blank as if nothing had happened.
"Finished eating?"
"Yes."
Jin-hyeok answered curtly. Eun-ju glanced between them before picking up her handbag.
"Shall we get going?"
"Okay."
Na-eun sat in the passenger seat, trying to quell her lingering disappointment.
After dropping Jin-hyeok off at his officetel, they were now heading home in Eun-ju's car. Na-eun stared blankly at the passing lights outside the window, still feeling the ghost of Jin-hyeok's lips on hers.
"Na-eun."
"Yeah."
"Do you really like Jin-hyeok that much?"
"Yeah."
Her answer came without hesitation. Na-eun nodded while keeping her gaze fixed outside.
"Na-eun..."
Eun-ju hesitated briefly before continuing carefully, "I was hoping... you'd wait until after getting into university."
Na-eun turned to look at her mother.
"I will definitely get in, so don't worry."
"No... but still..."
"I'm almost twenty. Don't you think I can handle this?"
"......"
Eun-ju couldn't find the words to continue. Na-eun glanced at her mother's pursed lips before turning back to the window.
She told herself it was just typical parental concern—worrying this might distract her from studying. But even as she dismissed it, a strange discomfort lingered in her heart.
For some inexplicable reason, at this moment, her mother felt like an obstacle standing between her and Jin-hyeok. Even though she knew that couldn't be Eun-ju's intention.
Even though she knew it was just out of concern.
In the confined space of the car, a silent tension flowed between the two women.
Eun-ju fell silent.
Her own words echoed uncomfortably in her chest—"I was hoping you'd wait until after getting into university." She was surprised at herself for saying it.
She simply wanted more time alone with Jin-hyeok. Before her daughter inserted herself between them. That selfish desire had slipped out disguised as motherly concern. Eun-ju tightened her grip on the steering wheel.
It was an ugly feeling—racing against her own daughter for time.
She glanced sideways at Na-eun. The girl's lips were pressed tightly together, her profile clearly sulking. Regret for having spoken unnecessarily settled heavily in Eun-ju's chest.
The silence in the car grew heavier.
Eun-ju didn't attempt further conversation. Keeping her eyes fixed on the dark road ahead illuminated by headlights, she drove on quietly.
When they entered the house, Deok-su's shoes were at the entrance.
"Dad!"
Na-eun called out as she rushed into the living room where Deok-su sat wearily on the sofa. When Na-eun threw herself into his arms, Deok-su groaned playfully but embraced his daughter.
"My girl, where have you been?"
"We had dinner with Mom and Jin-hyeok oppa."
"Oh?"
"You're home."
Eun-ju said as she set down her handbag. Deok-su turned his head toward her with a smile.
His thinning hair had turned mostly white. The sparse patches revealing his scalp, the deep wrinkles around his eyes—he looked less like a middle-aged man and more like an old man.
To Eun-ju's eyes, this image overlapped with Jin-hyeok's.
The taut tendons, the firm muscles—what had been before her eyes just an hour ago contrasted sharply with this aged body now slumped on the sofa. Eun-ju silently measured the disparity.
"Have you been drinking?"
"Yeah. Played some golf."
Eun-ju went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water. Handing it to Deok-su, she looked at her aging husband with concern.
"You should think about your health. Your last checkup results weren't good."
"Yeah, I know."
Deok-su accepted the glass and turned his attention to Na-eun.
"Studying hard, my girl?"
"Yeah. Oppa's been really helpful."
"That Jin-hyeok kid, he got into med school, right?"
"Yeah."
"He's not two-timing our Na-eun, is he?"
Na-eun hesitated briefly before answering cautiously.
"W-we've decided to date."
At this, Deok-su finally nodded—as if he'd expected this outcome all along.
"About time you came to your senses after moping around."
"Yeah."
"Shall we properly meet him next time then?"
"Meet him?"
"For a meal together."
"Okay."
Eun-ju and Na-eun answered simultaneously, their responses perfectly synchronized. Seeing this, Deok-su chuckled.
"Like mother, like daughter."