18. Mother and Daughter Seem Alike Yet Different.
Episode 18. Mother and Daughter - Different Yet Alike
The nightgown pooled at her feet. Under the dim light, Eun-ju's body was revealed.
Only her black lace bra and panties remained. The small lamp on the desk cast its glow upon them. Pale skin peeked through the lace gaps. With each breath, her chest rose and fell shallowly, the fabric digging into her flesh before releasing.
Jin-hyeok's gaze clung to that body. His flickering eyes traced her chest before descending between her legs. His lips were slightly parted. As if he'd meant to say something, yet no sound emerged.
Eun-ju quietly accepted his stare. She clearly read how he was looking at her, where his gaze lingered. Those were hungry eyes. Each time they swept over her body, a heavy pull tightened her lower abdomen. The corners of her lips slowly curved upward.
Her hands moved behind her back. The hooks came undone. Right before Jin-hyeok's eyes, as if to show there was no need to rush, she let the bra straps slide down inch by inch.
Plump breasts were revealed. Pink nipples stood taut.
Jin-hyeok's throat bobbed. The sound of his swallow echoed sharply in the quiet study.
They'd never seen each other's bodies so completely before. Down to that final piece of clothing, Eun-ju was now removing it with her own hands before Jin-hyeok's eyes.
Her thumbs hooked into her waistband. She pulled the panties down her legs. The glistening wetness between her thighs shimmered under the light.
Jin-hyeok's gaze became riveted there. He could do nothing but swallow dryly.
Even though he'd just spilled himself moments ago, his member was already standing rigid again—more fiercely, more stubbornly. As if even he couldn't control how his body responded.
Eun-ju liked that sight. Reaching out, she grasped Jin-hyeok's wrist and slowly pulled him toward the study sofa.
She sat on the couch. Following his guiding hand, she moved to stand before him.
Upward gazing eyes met downward gazing ones. Eun-ju studied those eyes quietly. Though flustered, they couldn't tear themselves away from her for even a second.
She took Jin-hyeok's hand. Then she brought it to rest upon her breast.
His palm covered her. After a brief hesitation, he carefully cupped the soft flesh. His hands were hot. The warmth from his palms spread heavily deep into her chest.
Fingers gained strength. Jin-hyeok began kneading—once, twice. As if testing the sensation, but soon greed took over. His grip grew increasingly forceful.
"Ngh...!"
His hands dug into her flesh. Tight enough to hurt. A short breath escaped Eun-ju's lips. She didn't dislike that roughness.
The clumsy hands of a man utterly absorbed in exploring her breasts. After briefly enjoying this, Eun-ju placed her own hand over Jin-hyeok's.
"Too tight and it hurts," she murmured softly. "Slowly. Gently."
"...Yes."
Strength left Jin-hyeok's hands. Keeping hold of them, Eun-ju guided their slow movement across her breasts. She instructed each motion—how to touch, where to stroke, how to caress.
The way to cup gently with the whole palm.
How to sweep upward softly from below.
Placing the tip between fingers and rolling lightly.
Jin-hyeok was a quick learner. He mimicked perfectly after one demonstration, then did it himself the second time. Like a sponge absorbing water, he made everything she taught completely his own.
Her pink nipples stood rigidly taut. Jin-hyeok's fingers rolled them as if savoring their tips. Eun-ju surrendered her breasts to his hands, feeling every sensation they evoked.
"Haa..."
Heat spread upward from her chest. Breath spilled between Eun-ju's lips. At that sound, Jin-hyeok's hands paused briefly before growing bolder. The realization that his hands could make her feel this way seemed to inflate his confidence.
Then Jin-hyeok lowered his head. He took a stiffened nipple into his mouth. And gently bit down with his teeth.
"Ahn...!"
Eun-ju's waist jerked. A sharp sensation raced from her breast down her spine.
Jin-hyeok didn't stop. His tongue rolled, lips suckled, while his other hand kneaded her opposite breast. Clumsy yet relentless, his hands left no room to breathe. Tongue, lips, and fingers all invaded her breasts at once.
Eun-ju wrapped both arms around Jin-hyeok's head. She pulled him closer against her chest, his face buried between her breasts. Her fingers tangled in his disheveled hair.
Her nipples stood painfully hard. Each time Jin-hyeok's tongue flicked them, tingling sparks spread through her entire body.
He neither rested nor tired. Jin-hyeok simply clung to her breasts, sucking and licking mindlessly. That sight tickled something deep in Eun-ju's chest. He was adorable. This foolishly earnest young man was unbearably endearing.
"Haa... haa."
Eun-ju's breathing grew increasingly ragged. Unconsciously, strength entered the arms embracing him.
Eventually Jin-hyeok lifted his face. His lips left her breasts and traveled upward. Eun-ju met them.
Chuup
Their tongues entwined. Eun-ju slowly explored his mouth. Deeply, thickly. Even then, Jin-hyeok's hands couldn't leave her breasts. While kissing, his palms still caressed them.
Breaking the kiss, Eun-ju murmured:
"You like them that much?"
"...Yes. I do."
Jin-hyeok panted his reply. His face looked enchanted. That simple-minded answer drew a faint smile to Eun-ju's lips.
"Wait a moment."
As if reluctant to part from her lips, Jin-hyeok's hands left her breasts a beat later.
Eun-ju lifted her legs onto the sofa. Then she spread her thighs wide to either side. Before Jin-hyeok's eyes, she fully exposed what lay between them.
Already, her slickness had soaked enough to dampen the couch. Jin-hyeok's gaze was sucked into that glistening space. Just the touch of his eyes made Eun-ju's body burn hotter.
Showing this boy her everything.
That reality squeezed her lower abdomen heavily, stoking her excitement.
Suppressing the rising heat, Eun-ju spoke:
"First time showing you like this."
"Y-yes..."
Jin-hyeok stammered his reply. His stare remained fixed there.
Unlike in the car that time. Back then, in that cramped space, they'd simply tangled together mindlessly, driven by impulsive passion. They hadn't even had time to properly look at each other.
Now was different. Na-eun was fast asleep. Once Deok-su passed out, he wouldn't wake until morning. There was no need to rush.
"How is it?"
"Beautiful."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Jin-hyeok nodded like one entranced. Eun-ju gazed down at that face. A man unable to tear his eyes from between her spread thighs. That ravenous look satisfied her.
"What do you want to do?"
"...Touch you."
Jin-hyeok's voice was thick. Raw desire bled through. Yet he didn't reach out. Burning up, he waited for Eun-ju's permission. As if he shouldn't move without it.
That demeanor tickled Eun-ju's heart yet again.
"You can touch me."
The moment permission was given, Jin-hyeok's hand moved. Between Eun-ju's thighs, approaching cautiously.
His fingers carefully parted her. Beneath neatly trimmed hair, tightly closed lips were revealed. So aroused that transparent slickness continuously seeped from the sealed slit.
Jin-hyeok mentally compared Na-eun's pussy from earlier with the sight before him. That first time with Eun-ju in the car, overwhelming pleasure had consumed all his senses. This was his first time seeing Eun-ju's fully exposed sex so clearly.
When his fingertip lightly tapped the outer lips, the labia minora quivered in tiny tremors. Rubbing the upper area gently made slickness gush forth.
"Hng."
A heated breath escaped Eun-ju's lips. She bent her knees and spread wider, openly accepting Jin-hyeok's blatant gaze and touch. When their eyes met, her cheeks flushed as a bashful smile escaped.
Recalling the earlier breast play, Jin-hyeok circled the upper area tenderly. Then he parted the lips and slowly pushed his index finger inside.
Schllp
Wet mucosa swallowed the blunt digit with a lewd sound.
"Nnghh."
Na-eun's interior had been tight and fiercely constricting without gaps. In contrast, Eun-ju's inner walls enveloped his finger with soft, gentle warmth. Yet the way they clenched down with flawless pressure was perfectly identical between mother and daughter.
Jin-hyeok crooked his finger to scrape along her inner walls.
Squelch, squelsh
As the sticky friction sounds echoed, Eun-ju's back arched like a drawn bow.
"Haaahh!"
Seeing her raw reactions firsthand made blood surge painfully to Jin-hyeok's lower body.
He slowly withdrew his finger. The reddened mucosa clung stubbornly with wet noises as it stretched after the retreating digit. The sensation of those perfectly entwined, sticky inner walls made Jin-hyeok swallow a groan.
Schllp, squelch
Each time his finger pried into the soaked crevice, transparent fluid splashed up.
"Ngh, uhh."
Eun-ju's hips bounced off the couch in time with the lewd sounds. Jin-hyeok precisely matched his finger movements to her heated breaths.
The fact that mere moments ago, he'd buried his cock to the hilt in that tight, scorching heat now struck him with surreal intensity. A violent urge dominated his thoughts—to pull out his fingers and immediately plunge his rock-hard erection back inside.