Episode 28. I'm Sorry, Oppa
Episode 28. I'm Sorry, Oppa
Jin-hyuk's gaze pierced through Na-eun's chest. Leaning back against the sofa, she could feel his scorching breath tracing the curves of her breasts.
His lips glided smoothly from the nape of her neck, leaving faint red bite marks scattered across her pale skin. His large hand gripped her swollen breast firmly before taking the hardened nipple deep between his lips.
"Mmm."
He gently nibbled the tip with his front teeth while his rough tongue relentlessly teased the sensitive bud.
"Ah... mmm. T-that tickles."
Na-eun's hands fluttered aimlessly before settling on Jin-hyuk's broad shoulders. She couldn't decide whether to push him away or pull him closer.
Slurp. Suck.
Jin-hyuk sucked on her nipple like a hungry infant while his free hand massaged the opposite areola, pinching and twisting the tip.
"Ahn—!"
Na-eun gasped, her head tilting back as her arched spine lifted from the sofa like a drawn bow.
"Haah... mmm. Does it feel that good?"
She looked down at Jin-hyuk with flushed cheeks. He pulled away briefly to meet her gaze.
"Yeah. You have such pretty breasts."
Na-eun's brow furrowed.
"Hmph... how would you know what pretty breasts look like?"
Though pleased by the compliment, a hint of jealousy laced her whining. Instead of answering, Jin-hyuk alternated between licking and sucking both breasts until her nipples were stiff and glistening with saliva. Na-eun panted heavily.
"Who knows?"
His vague reply instantly irritated her. She grabbed the back of his head and pressed him tightly between her breasts.
"From now on... you only get to see mine."
Though embarrassment made her words stumble, she forced them out. Her body burned for Jin-hyuk alone—she couldn't bear the thought of him imagining another woman while holding her.
After thoroughly teasing her chest, Jin-hyuk's lips slowly trailed downward.
"Aah... t-that tickles."
His wet tongue slid past her sternum and down her stomach, circling her navel before his palm pressed firmly against the slight swell of her lower belly.
"You've gained weight here."
"I haven't... ugh—!"
Na-eun twisted her waist indignantly. Despite her slender frame, her lower abdomen—where her womb lay—was round and plump, sculpted perfectly to receive a man's seed.
Jin-hyuk's hot tongue lapped greedily at the skin just above her cervix. The sensation of her heated flesh made Na-eun's thighs tremble. He gripped the inside of her knees and carefully spread them apart.
"Ah... ah, w-wait...!"
As her thighs parted, the glistening slit between them was exposed—already soaked with arousal.
The same pussy that had swallowed Jin-hyuk's thick shaft before.
Sticky fluid seeped from her tightly closed folds. Though the initial marks of their first time had faded, her body, now branded with pleasure, reacted shamelessly to even the slightest touch.
Jin-hyuk dragged a rough finger down her slick slit. Na-eun, already panting and unfocused, surrendered completely as his fingers delved between her legs.
He lowered his head. His coarse tongue licked upward along her entrance.
"Ah... aah... ahh—!"
Na-eun jerked her hips off the sofa.
"M-more... please."
Despite her shame-filled words, her arms pulled his head closer. His slick tongue parted her folds and probed inside, scraping against her inner walls. Every stroke sent jolts of pleasure through her body, making her tremble like she'd been electrocuted.
Her swollen clit stood stiffly above her spread lips. Jin-hyuk took the sensitive bud between his lips, nibbling and rolling it between his teeth.
"Nngh... ohh—!"
Squelch. Squish.
A gush of fluid sprayed from Na-eun's arched body.
Jin-hyuk didn't stop. While relentlessly sucking her clit, he pushed a thick finger deep inside her tight walls.
Squelch. Thrust.
"Ah... no. Stop."
"Ngh... ahh... oh—!"
Squelch. Squelch.
Na-eun thrashed like a fish on a cutting board. The sofa grew damp as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body. Her vision whited out. Fat tears spilled from her tightly shut eyes.
This pleasure far surpassed what she'd experienced at the hotel.
Their second time.
In place of pain and fear, only raw, unadulterated ecstasy remained.
Na-eun could only gasp helplessly beneath Jin-hyuk's tongue and fingers.
"Ahh... ngh..."
Her tensed muscles went slack all at once. Her toes curled prettily in the air.
Her tongue lolled from her parted lips.
Each time Jin-hyuk pulled his finger out, her sticky inner walls clung to it. Her heated flesh pulsed, as if ready to swallow his thick shaft whole.
After catching his breath, Jin-hyuk reached for the condom Na-eun had left on the table. As he rolled the thin latex over his hardened length, Na-eun watched with lust-glazed eyes, panting heavily.
Once covered, Jin-hyuk brushed the damp hair from her forehead. Na-eun wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Hahh... Oppa."
He leaned down and embraced her feverish body.
"I'm going in."
"Yeah."
The thick head of his cock parted her soaked entrance with a wet sound.
"...Nngh—!"
Plunge!
His massive shaft tore through her tight walls, filling her completely.
"Haah—!"
The overwhelming pressure stole her breath. Her scorching inner walls clenched around him, stretching to accommodate his girth. When the tip struck her tightly closed cervix, her back arched sharply.
Squelch.
"Oh... Oppa... mmm—!"
Na-eun came instantly, gushing around him. Thick tears streamed down her cheeks as merciless pleasure shot up her spine. Jin-hyuk began moving slowly.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
His veiny shaft scraped ruthlessly against her walls. Each withdrawal and plunge made her vision flash white. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging desperately.
Jin-hyuk lowered his head and captured her lips. His hot tongue invaded her mouth. Na-eun tangled her tongue with his, swallowing his saliva greedily.
Plunge! Thrust!
Squelch. Slurp.
"Mmm!"
Below, his thick shaft pistoned into her; above, his wet kisses consumed her. Na-eun panted amidst the relentless pleasure. Each time he pulled back, her inner walls stretched and clung to him stubbornly.
"Na-eun... haah."
Jin-hyuk's ragged breath burned against her ear.
"Mmm, Oppa..."
"I'm close."
"Yeah... kiss me while you do."
His thrusts became explosively faster.
Thrustthrustthrustthrust!
His hard tip battered her cervix mercilessly. Na-eun's legs stiffened, toes pointing toward the ceiling. Her tightly closed womb trembled and opened slightly.
Squelch. Plunge!
"Aaah—!"
Her womb convulsed violently, craving his seed—but the thin latex barrier denied her. Even in the midst of overwhelming ecstasy, her deepest part remained cold and empty. The cruel deprivation choked her.
'Not enough.'
"Oh... Oppa, I'm sorry. I love you."
An instinctive sense of loss—that she couldn't take his seed fully. Na-eun clung to his neck, tears streaming down.
While their husbands clinked glasses, the women naturally formed their own gossip circle. Eun-joo, significantly younger than the others, endured their envious glances hidden behind laughter with a practiced smile.
She soon escaped the noise, retreating to the restroom.
Leaning against the marble sink, she scrutinized her reflection. She wiped smudged lipstick with her fingertips, smoothed her tousled bangs, and lifted her chin proudly.
Forty.
Yet her taut skin and alluring features betrayed no sign of it.
Unlike the women at the table, she radiated vitality.
Yet thirst still clawed at her.
'Can this body keep him bound to me completely?'
She tilted her head, stretching the skin near her eyes taut. Under her forced touch, Na-eun's youthful face superimposed over her reflection in the mirror.
Twenty-year-old skin, glowing even without makeup.
Eun-joo endlessly weighed her own body against her daughter's.
Finally, her lips curled into a smirk.
She had drawn far deeper desire from Jin-hyuk than Na-eun ever could. She had taken his hot seed directly into her womb. She alone could satisfy his beastly nature.
Superiority surged through her. Heat pooled at her core. The guilt of trampling over her own daughter only fanned her perverse excitement.
Tonight, the house would be empty. Na-eun wouldn't hesitate to drag Jin-hyuk inside.
She was jealous of her own flesh and blood over a man. It was pathetic. Yet she couldn't control the obsession boiling inside her.
The ring on her left hand felt unbearably oppressive. She gripped the cold metal tightly, suppressing the urge to rip it off and fling it away. She breathed raggedly.
The harder she squeezed, the clearer Jin-hyuk's dominant presence burned in her mind.
Eun-joo stepped into a stall and locked the door.
The phone screen illuminated the white tiles. With trembling fingers, she plugged in her earbuds and tapped the screen.
The hidden security camera in the living room.
The black loading screen faded, revealing the familiar space.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Haaah! Ah, ahh—!"
Piercing moans flooded her ears through the earbuds.
The ruthless sound of flesh pounding flesh.
Na-eun's ragged panting.
Eun-joo's gaze remained glued to the screen, unable to look away.