26. Two Women in Heat
Episode 26. Two Women in Heat
"Ughhh..."
Na-eun groaned as she forced her heavy eyelids open.
A dull ache weighed down her entire body. Even moving a single finger joint felt like a monumental task. The soreness between her thighs was particularly vicious.
Every time she shifted her legs, a throbbing pain radiated through her pelvis. Her entire body felt battered, as if she'd been beaten with a club.
Her blurred vision gradually focused on an unfamiliar ceiling.
'Ah.'
Smooth and illuminated by warm lighting.
This was nothing like the plain ceiling of her own room. As she blinked dazedly, the memories of last night flooded back.
'The hotel.'
Her first night having sex with Jin-hyuk.
The raw, unfiltered memories of their intimacy crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her cheeks burned so hot she thought they might burst into flames.
Na-eun hastily yanked the blanket over her head, burying herself completely. She tried to steady her erratic heartbeat, taking deep, gulping breaths.
But even in the darkness beneath the thick comforter, the phantom sensation of being stretched wide open crept up from her lower abdomen.
The heat between her legs refused to fade.
Curled up under the covers, Na-eun cautiously peeked out, leaving only her eyes exposed as she groped around the bed beside her. The spot where Jin-hyuk had lain was already cold.
"Oppa."
She called out toward the bathroom.
"Yeah, you're awake?"
The bathroom door swung open as he answered. Jin-hyuk stepped out, freshly showered. He ran a towel through his damp hair, shaking off the water droplets. Strands of wet hair fell messily over his forehead.
Na-eun's gaze locked onto his body.
Completely naked, not a stitch of clothing on him. The subtle definition of his abs and the broad expanse of his chest seized her attention.
"O-Oppa, you have abs!"
The awed exclamation slipped out before she could stop herself.
'Ah.'
Only after blurting it out did she realize her blunder. She should have turned away immediately, but Jin-hyuk's overwhelming physique held her gaze captive. Her flustered eyes darted downward uncontrollably, landing squarely between his legs.
That was the body of a man.
Jin-hyuk's cock hung limp and docile, a stark contrast to the monstrous thing that had ruthlessly filled her last night.
She stared at the flaccid flesh, mesmerized. Even soft, it was still impressively thick. The memory of that massive girth plunging deep inside her made her shudder.
The fullness.
The pressure.
The merciless pleasure that had short-circuited her mind.
'Ah!'
She snapped back to reality, choking on her own breath when she realized she'd been blatantly ogling his cock. Na-eun jerked her head up—only to collide head-on with Jin-hyuk's amused gaze as he watched her silently.
The corner of his lips tilted up.
"What? Want another round?"
"N-No!"
Her face burned crimson as she frantically buried herself back under the blanket.
"I'm home."
Na-eun stepped inside, closing the front door behind her.
"Oh, you're back?"
Eun-joo's cheerful voice floated over from the kitchen.
"Where's Jin-hyuk?"
"He went home."
Na-eun's reply came out oddly stiff. The moment she toed off her shoes, she hurried toward her room.
Coming home after spending the night out—the memories of what had happened last night flashed vividly in her mind, making it suddenly awkward to face Eun-joo directly. She kept her eyes down as she scurried away.
"Na-eun."
"Huh? What?"
Na-eun paused mid-step just before entering her room.
Eun-joo emerged from the kitchen and approached, lowering her voice to a whisper.
"I didn't tell your dad."
"Tell him what?"
"That you stayed out with Jin-hyuk."
"Oh... Yeah. Thanks."
Na-eun nodded slightly.
"Actually, I told him you and I went to the hotel together."
"...Ah."
"So if he asks, just say that."
"Okay."
"If he knew... I think he'd be upset for now."
Na-eun fidgeted at Eun-joo's words.
"Got it. Thanks, Mom."
"Of course. My little girl's becoming a woman now."
Eun-joo smiled softly.
"...Ugh!"
Na-eun's face flamed red. Unable to take it anymore, she bolted into her room.
Thud. The door shut behind her.
Eun-joo stared at the closed door, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Sluurp, schlick.
Na-eun focused all her attention on the tongue sliding between her lips, tangling with hers. The slick muscle traced every inch of her mouth with relentless precision.
Their lips parted.
"Haah... Haah..."
Na-eun gasped raggedly, her rounded shoulders heaving with each breath. Her flushed cheeks burned as if they might explode. Her fingers clutched Jin-hyuk's firm forearm, wrinkling his sleeve in desperation.
Dazed with pleasure, she stared up at him with glazed eyes.
"Good now?"
"Yeah."
Her voice cracked as she answered. She ducked her head, forcing her gaze back down to the workbook spread open on the desk.
This was the reward she got for solving each problem. Every time their lips met and their saliva mixed, her rationality melted into sticky desire.
A simmering heat pooled in her lower abdomen. The muscles in her inner thighs twitched involuntarily. Still seated, she pressed herself tightly against Jin-hyuk's side.
'I want more.'
'Deeper than this.'
Shallow kisses weren't enough to quench the hunger raging inside her. The memory of what they'd done that night haunted her body relentlessly. Her mind kept drifting away from the desk, sinking back into that intoxicating sensation.
Worse, Jin-hyuk always pulled away just as she was about to lose control.
Starvation.
Thirst.
'Hold me tighter.'
'Ravage me like you did then.'
Her mind had become that of a bitch in heat, blindly craving rough affection.
"Focus."
Jin-hyuk flicked her forehead lightly.
"Ah, yeah."
The tap snapped her out of it. She forced her racing heart to calm down.
'Is he not turned on at all right now?'
Na-eun bit her lower lip and glared at the black text in her workbook. There was no way she could actually read it.
Ever since that first night at the hotel, Jin-hyuk's body haunted her every night.
The weight of his chest pressing her down.
The thick pillar scraping her insides raw.
The overwhelming fullness as he stretched her tight walls.
The explosive pleasure that swallowed the pain whole and left her trembling.
The unfamiliar changes in her body even frightened her at first. She'd stayed up all night searching online, even discreetly asking friends, before finally understanding.
What she'd experienced under Jin-hyuk that night—was an orgasm.
For a virgin to reach climax so effortlessly was nothing short of a miracle. It was undeniable proof of their perfect sexual compatibility.
Especially since compatibility between partners was crucial.
The moment she reached that conclusion, her breathing grew ragged again.
Jin-hyuk noticed her drifting off.
He leaned in. The narrow desk between them left barely any space. The pencil in Na-eun's hand froze as Jin-hyuk's warm breath brushed against her ear.
"What are you thinking about?"
His low voice drilled into her eardrum. His body heat seeped through her clothes, setting her cheeks ablaze.
"J-Just stuck on this problem."
Her pencil tip scratched uselessly against the blank page.
"I can tell when you're distracted."
"I'm not!"
"You think I wouldn't notice after watching you for so long?"
A flicker of irritation rose in Na-eun at his smug tone.
He acted like he could read her every expression, every breath—yet he completely missed what she truly wanted. It was infuriating that he couldn't sense her desperation even with their shoulders touching and their breaths mingling. Her mouth went dry.
"W-We're so close—"
She barely got the words out.
Knock knock.
The sound of rapping on the door shattered the tension in the room.
"Snack time."
Eun-joo's voice.
The door opened, and Eun-joo's gaze swept over Na-eun and Jin-hyuk in turn.
Jin-hyuk's expression remained calm. In contrast, Na-eun radiated blatant arousal. Any maternal recognition had long since faded—now, Na-eun was just a bitch trying to steal her man.
Eun-joo's perfectly timed interruption was calculated.
She carried in a tray of snacks, deliberately placing it between them like a physical barrier.
"Studying hard?"
Na-eun's brow twitched in irritation. Her eyes flashed with annoyance at the intruder.
"Obviously. We're busy, so leave."
Her sharp tone was laced with venom. Suppressing her indignation, Eun-joo left the room.
Click.
The door shut firmly behind her. Alone in the cold hallway, a sharp pang twisted in her chest. The pain of losing Jin-hyuk cut deep.
At first, she thought it was just a fleeting game.
A momentary crossing of boundaries that could easily be undone.
But the sex in that hotel room had seared itself into her mind. Ever since that night, her body had been tormented by relentless hunger.
Jin-hyuk's massive cock, tearing through her tight walls.
The throbbing weight of him pressing against her cervix.
She wanted to impale herself on him right now.
No matter how desperately she fingered herself at night, it could never replicate the crushing pressure of a man's body. It only stoked the hunger for that violent pleasure.
Schlick, squelch.
Pressing her ear to the door, she heard the unmistakable sound of wet, sloppy kissing.
"Ah..."
Eun-joo gnawed on her lower lip.
The shameless rival locking lips with her man on the other side of that door—was none other than the daughter she'd carried in her womb.
A vicious jealousy clawed at her chest, drowning out any guilt.
The animalistic sex from that hotel room painted her mind red. The memories were branded into her brain in vivid, tactile detail.
Jin-hyuk's heaving chest.
His monstrous cock ripping through her entrance in one brutal thrust.
The relentless pounding against her cervix.
Every time he filled her to the brim, she'd screamed like she was dying. The overwhelming pressure as he flooded her deepest parts with cum—it was the primal ecstasy of a male claiming his female.
Listening to the sounds of kissing, Eun-joo slid her hand into her soaked panties.
Squelch, squish.
Her fingers scraped against her drenched walls as she arched her back. She mimicked Jin-hyuk's movements, thrusting violently. She crushed her swollen clit, forcing out a pathetic imitation of pleasure. But three fingers could never replicate the girth of his pulsating shaft. The more she fucked herself, the emptier she felt.
"Haah..."
Eun-joo panted harshly outside the door. Just the thought of sex with Jin-hyuk made her lower belly burn. Hot arousal gushed down her thighs.
Schlick, slurp.
The lewd sounds of kissing seeped through the door again. Inside, Na-eun was undoubtedly drowning in the same pleasure. Jin-hyuk's hands would be roaming her body, his hot breath whispering in her ear.
She needed to be alone with Jin-hyuk. Only by taking that massive cock inside her again could she end this torment.
Later that evening, after dinner, Deok-su loosened his tie and spoke up.
"There's a faculty gathering this week."
Eun-joo's hands stilled. A gathering meant Deok-su would be away. The thought of having Jin-hyuk all to herself in that empty house triggered an almost reflexive reaction—her starved body responded instantly.
"But this time, they want spouses to come along. One night, two days."
"...Is that so?"
The hope blooming on her lips vanished without a sound. A cold weight settled in her chest. But the disappointment lasted only a moment. She quickly painted on a serene smile.
"Then of course I'll go."
She buried the bitterness beneath flawless composure.
"Thanks, honey."
Deok-su pulled her into a hug.
He gazed down at his wife, silently grateful. She'd married him despite their age gap, enduring hardships through her youth. Even now, her beauty could outshine any professor's wife at these gatherings. Yet she never complained, always supporting him with grace.
Eun-joo buried her face in his chest, hiding her expression. His touch was affectionate—but today, it felt unbearably distant.
When she lifted her head, her face was bright with a practiced smile.
"What about Na-eun?"
"Well, she's grown up now. She can stay home alone."
Deok-su answered casually, as if it were nothing.
Eun-joo's words caught in her throat.
Standing before her oblivious husband, who still saw her as pure and devoted, she felt an inexplicable defeat slowly crushing her from within.