Episode 30. You Weren't Satisfied
Episode 30. You Weren't Satisfied
Jin-hyuk's semen splattered across Na-eun's face on the screen.
Creak.
Watching this, Eun-joo drove her fingers deeper into her own pussy. She twisted her wrist, roughly stirring the inner walls. Each time her knuckles scraped against the tender flesh inside, her hips jerked involuntarily. As if trying to mimic—even with just her own hands—what her daughter was receiving on screen. Her thumb pressed down hard on her swollen clit, grinding against it.
Squelch—
"Nngh..."
A moan slipped through her tightly pressed lips. Swallowing back the sounds threatening to escape, Eun-joo reached her climax. Her back arched rigidly, thighs trembling violently. The tips of her toes curled, scraping against the bathroom tiles in front of the toilet.
Splurt—squelch—
A gush of arousal fluid spilled out as if she had wet herself. The slick liquid dripped from her fingers, falling into the toilet bowl with soft plops.
"Haah... haah..."
Eun-joo, slumped against the toilet, panted heavily. With limp fingers, she tapped the screen to turn it off. Her own reflection blurred faintly in the darkened display.
But Jin-hyuk's voice from the end of the video lingered in her mind.
"It felt good."
Eun-joo's brow twisted.
'Why... when you weren't even satisfied?'
She ached for Jin-hyuk's body.
The hands that had pinned her down.
The tongue that had pried her lips apart.
The thick heat that had filled and ravaged her insides.
The sensation that had emptied her mind into white oblivion.
No matter how desperately she fucked herself with her own fingers, that feeling remained out of reach. A few knuckles could never replicate the overwhelming fullness he gave her. Her body, denied true release, burned with an even greater hunger. The hollow space inside throbbed, reminding her of what was missing.
It was ugly. Disgusting. Sitting on the toilet, jealous of her own daughter, deceiving her husband, pleasuring herself while fantasizing about another man.
And yet, Eun-joo couldn't stop.
Once she had tasted that bliss—the kind that wiped her mind blank—there was no going back.
Slowly, she steadied herself, straightened her clothes, and stood up. Brushing back her disheveled hair, she met her own gaze in the mirror.
She couldn't let Na-eun have Jin-hyuk anymore.
Even if it was ugly. Even if he was her daughter's.
She wanted to take him for herself.
Eun-joo returned home with Deok-su.
"Welcome back."
Na-eun greeted them at the entrance.
The house was spotless. Not a single thing out of place in the living room. Na-eun looked as though she had diligently erased all traces, pretending nothing had happened.
But Eun-joo saw something else entirely.
The image of Na-eun and Jin-hyuk tangled on the sofa, the scene she had watched on screen, played vividly in her mind.
The rocking hips. The spread legs.
The face contorted in pleasure as she took Jin-hyuk's cum.
The cleaner the house looked, the clearer those phantom images became.
The sight of Na-eun standing there, acting as if nothing had happened, filled Eun-joo with revulsion. Just hours ago, she had been clinging to Jin-hyuk, yet now she smiled so innocently. The thought of her daughter in Jin-hyuk's arms made her chest tighten. The fact that it wasn't her in his embrace but that girl clawed at her insides.
Eun-joo curled the corner of her lips.
"Nothing happened while we were gone?"
She asked, already knowing the answer.
"Of course not."
Na-eun replied without hesitation. Her face glowed with a newfound radiance, as if a layer had been peeled away. The languid satisfaction of being held by Jin-hyuk seeped from her entire body—her flushed cheeks, the deeper curve of her eyes, the sway in her hips as she walked.
Eun-joo took it all in.
Her daughter had grown unmistakably more womanly in just a few days.
And Jin-hyuk had done that to her.
The thought made something in her chest twist painfully.
"I'm exhausted."
Deok-su loosened his tie with a tired sigh.
"You should've drank in moderation."
"I guess I got too carried away since it's been a while."
He trudged into the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. Soon, the sound of his snoring filled the room.
Eun-joo watched him for a moment before turning back to Na-eun.
"Is Jin-hyuk coming over today too?"
"Huh? Oh—yeah."
At the mention of Jin-hyuk's name, Na-eun's face flushed slightly. Her gaze flickered away awkwardly. She looked nervous, as if afraid her parents might find out about what she had done with him in secret.
Eun-joo pretended not to notice her unease. She walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, speaking casually.
"You should get some studying done before he arrives."
"Yeah..."
Na-eun retreated to her room like a fugitive. The sound of the door closing echoed softly.
Left alone in the living room, Eun-joo ran her palm over the sofa. Her fingertips traced the smooth leather grain.
This was the spot.
Where her daughter had writhed beneath Jin-hyuk.
The sounds of their bodies colliding, skin against skin, Na-eun's moans—they all replayed in her ears.
Her fingers lingered on the cold surface, searching for warmth that was no longer there.
Yet she pressed her palm down, rubbing the spot as if she could summon back the memory.
Then, slowly, she leaned forward, bringing her face close to the sofa. She inhaled deeply.
She would have taken anything—Jin-hyuk's scent, the lingering musk of sex, anything that proved he had been here.
She breathed in again, deeper.
Nothing.
Only the sterile smell of cleaned leather.
Her daughter had left no trace behind.
Still, Eun-joo remained there, face pressed against the sofa, unmoving.
The only thought in her mind:
I want to take him back.
Jin-hyuk arrived.
At the entrance, he greeted her without meeting her eyes. His gaze flickered near her face before dropping to the floor.
Guilt.
He must have been thinking about what he had done with Na-eun in this very living room.
Normally, he would have glanced at her—subtly, carefully. But today, he refused to look her way. He kept his distance, as if afraid to get too close.
That distance stabbed at her chest.
Even though he stood within arm's reach, he felt miles away.
But the pain quickly twisted into something else.
The more guilty he acted, the more fiercely she wanted to pull him back.
'You rolled around with Na-eun and thought I wouldn't notice?'
She had seen everything. Watched from the screen exactly how he had touched her daughter.
And yet here he was, awkwardly avoiding her gaze—pathetic and endearing at the same time.
But Eun-joo did nothing.
She didn't approach him. Didn't reach out. Didn't drop any suggestive remarks.
She swallowed the heat rising inside her and maintained the same composed expression as always.
Instead, she smiled and spoke to him lightly.
"Work hard today."
"...Yeah."
His reply came a beat too late. Faced with her casual smile, he only grew more flustered.
Then, like a fugitive, he slipped into Na-eun's room.
The door closed.
Eun-joo sat on the sofa, waiting for the tutoring session to end.
Muffled voices drifted from behind the closed door.
Occasionally, one of them would step out—to get water, to use the bathroom—and each time, she caught the flush on their cheeks, the awkward tension in the air.
The way their eyes darted away when they met hers.
The way they walked just a little farther apart than usual.
She pretended not to notice the sticky atmosphere between them.
Feigning ignorance was second nature to her by now.
Eventually, Jin-hyuk finished the session and stepped out, bag in hand.
"I'll drive you back."
Eun-joo stood up, her tone casual, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.
"Ah—you don't... have to."
His words faltered. The idea of being alone with her in the car seemed to unsettle him.
Yet he couldn't outright refuse.
If he acted too cold when she was behaving normally, that would be suspicious.
He knew that.
"Eh—I'll come too!"
Na-eun quickly tried to follow.
"I'm stopping by the supermarket on the way. I'll drop him off while I'm out."
Eun-joo smoothly fabricated an excuse to leave her daughter behind.
Na-eun pouted but didn't push further.
From the bedroom, Deok-su's snores continued uninterrupted.
Still fast asleep.
Eun-joo ushered Jin-hyuk into her car.
The passenger door closed.
Now, it was just the two of them in the confined space.
She started the engine without a word and drove toward his apartment.
In front of the officetel.
Jin-hyuk unbuckled his seatbelt and reached for the door.
"Thanks for the ride."
Just as he was about to step out, Eun-joo spoke.
"Jin-hyuk."
"...Yes, eomeoni?"
He paused, one foot already outside, and turned to look at her.
Eun-joo gazed up at him from the driver's seat.
"It's just the two of us here."
He froze.
The title "eomeoni"—how safe that distance was supposed to be.
But in this car, it meant nothing.
His lips parted slightly, hesitating, before he finally settled on another name.
"Eun-joo."
That single word sent heat surging through her chest.
He still called her that.
No matter how much he pretended to focus on Na-eun, he hadn't let go of her yet.
That fact was now undeniable.
Eun-joo turned off the engine.
The hum of the car faded into silence.
Then, slowly, she stepped out.
Circling the vehicle, she stopped in front of him.
"I want to go to your place."
His pupils trembled.
He knew exactly what that meant.
Crossing that line again.
He must have sworn to himself that he would do right by Na-eun.
But when Eun-joo reached out, curling her fingers around the back of his neck, his shoulders jerked.
The pulse beneath her fingertips raced wildly.
All his resolve crumbled at her touch.
"Did you have fun with Na-eun?"
She whispered the question softly.
"Ah—that's..."
He couldn't answer, his gaze flickering away.
Eun-joo chuckled.
"It's fine. You're allowed to do that with your girlfriend."
Then she pulled him closer, pressing her lips to his ear.
Her warm breath tickled his skin.
"Hold me like that too."
His hands, as if bewitched, slid around her waist.
The moment their bodies pressed together, she felt it—the hard heat of him against her lower stomach.
Even as he tried to keep his distance with words, his body betrayed him.
He still wanted her.
"You weren't satisfied."
She murmured the words knowingly.
Na-eun couldn't have satisfied him.
She had seen it clearly through the screen.
Even as he thrust into her daughter, his eyes had remained hollow.
Unfulfilled.
And Eun-joo whispered into his ear, driving the truth home like a nail.
"Only I can give you what you really want."
"Eun-joo..."
His voice broke.
Unable to hold back any longer, his lips crashed onto hers.
Chu— smack.
Eun-joo accepted the kiss slowly.
She drew his impatient tongue into her mouth, tempering his urgency.
This was a familiar dance.
Their lips knew exactly where to go without guidance.
And as they kissed, one thought burned in her mind.
He's mine.