Episode 35. A Daughter's Lingering Scent

The blunt, heated tip of his glans pressed against her narrow entrance. Na-eun gasped sharply. Jin-hyeok paused, his fully erect shaft poised at her threshold as if ready to pierce through at any moment.

"Ah, ngh... Oppa."

Na-eun arched her rounded hips backward, silently begging him to fill the hollow emptiness inside her. But Jin-hyeok only held her pelvis firmly, rubbing the sensitive slit with the broad head of his cock.

"Ngh, ah, hng... W-why... why are you teasing me?"

She turned her flushed face toward him, pleading. Jin-hyeok smirked.

"How do you want me to do it?" ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠

"Huh? J-just... put it in already."

"That's not enough."

"Ngh..."

He pressed his rigid length upward, grinding the swollen glans against her exposed clitoris.

"Ah, ahh!"

Her ass trembled violently. Clear arousal gushed down his shaft.

"You should beg properly."

His low command whispered into her ear as she hung her head.

"Ah... P-please... put it in?"

"Be a little more shameless."

"Ngh, you're mean..."

With her burning cheeks lowered, Na-eun barely managed to part her lips.

"P-please... put it inside Na-eun's pussy..."

"Good girl."

The moment his praise left his lips—

Thrust!

His hard cock ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠split her soaked folds in one brutal push.

"Ooohh!"

The burning shaft filled the hollow space inside her walls completely. The overwhelming stretch scraped against her itching flesh, sending her hips jerking upward violently.

'I-It's in... deeper...'

A place so deep and secretive her slender fingers could never reach.

Thud.

The blunt glans finally rammed against her tightly clenched cervix.

"Ahhh!"

Squelch!

The pleasure of her womb being struck made Na-eun spurt clear fluid like a burst dam.

"What's this? You came just from me putting it in?"

Jin-hyeok's hand patted her ass lightly.

"Ah, ngh... I-I..."

Her mind blanked out from the sheer sensation of his cock buried inside her.

This pleasure was far more intense than their first time—even more than the second. Her slick walls clenched around him hungrily, craving the next assault.

Na-eun gripped the rough wooden pillar behind her, panting. Before the aftershocks even faded, Jin-hyeok's hips slowly pulled back.

Schlick, thrust!

"Ngh!"

Schlup, thrust!

"Ahh...!"

Each time his cock slid out, her inner walls clung to him wetly, dragging along with each withdrawal. Thick, sticky fluid from deep inside her womb smeared along his length, glistening obscenely.

"Ngh, ahh..."

Na-eun arched her hips back desperately, taking every inch of his thrusts. Then, she suddenly realized something was missing.

'Ah... the condom.'

The cock pounding into her cervix right now wasn't wrapped in that thin rubber barrier.

'No wonder it feels this insane.'

The raw, unfiltered friction of bare skin against her sensitive flesh.

Now that she had tasted pleasure this intense, she knew she could never go back to condoms again.

Thrust!

The brutal shaft speared into her deepest spot once more. Her vision whited out as her body collapsed helplessly into another climax.

"Na-eun."

"Ngh... Y-yes?"

"Feels good?"

"...Yeah. So good."

"But you're not saying anything. You don't like it?"

"Ah, ngh!"

She shook her head frantically.

"I-I'm scared someone might hear..."

"You don't want me?"

"N-no, that's not it!"

"Then make some noise."

Na-eun bit her lower lip, suppressing her moans. Jin-hyeok gripped her hips and yanked his cock out in one swift motion.

Schlorp!

"Hhhnnggghh!"

A broken cry echoed through the quiet forest. She frantically clapped both hands over her mouth.

"Someone might hear, huh?"

Jin-hyeok teased near her ear. Na-eun ducked her burning face lower. His fingers pressed against the hidden crevice between her cheeks, rubbing insistently.

"Eek!"

She flinched, hastily reaching back to stop him. He caught her slender wrist effortlessly.

"O-Oppa, not there...!"

"Even here is pink, Na-eun."

"Ahh, ngh, nooo!"

His thumb dragged over her tight rim, smearing wetness as he teased.

"Ah, ngh... D-don't...!"

Every time she protested, he ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ruthlessly slammed his hips forward, spearing into her soaked pussy.

Thrust!

"Fine."

Jin-hyeok licked her earlobe wetly, relenting.

"Then, next time... can we prepare for this too?"

"Ah... T-that's..."

Na-eun trembled, lips quivering. When she turned her head to look at him, he feigned a pitiful ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠expression, eyes drooping sadly.

Unable to resist, she gave in.

"Ngh... O-okay."

Blind submission. The moment she agreed, Jin-hyeok twisted her arms behind her back and pressed his hips flush against her.

"Thanks, Na-eun."

"Ah... O-Oppaaah!"

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

His hips pistoned like a beast's. The brutal glans tore into her inner walls without mercy. Na-eun bit her lip, trying to endure, but the pleasure erupting from her cervix was too much.

"Ngh... Haaahhhhn!"

Squelch!

Her thighs quivered as another gush of clear fluid spilled out.

Schlorp—pop!

His cock slid out, leaving her empty. Na-eun collapsed against the wooden pillar, legs giving out.

"Phew... Na-eun."

"Y-yeah?"

"Open up."

She lifted her head. His throbbing, fully erect cock filled her vision. With trembling hands, she grasped his length and parted her lips, taking the glans deep into her mouth.

Splurt! Splurt!

Thick ropes of cum flooded her throat.

"Ghk, ngh...!"

The sticky, bitter taste of Jin-hyeok's seed.

The musky scent of her own arousal mixed with the pungent tang of his cum, swirling thickly in her senses. As she swallowed every last drop, her body convulsed once more in climax.

"Haa... ngh..."

She panted, swallowing the remnants in her mouth. Only after the aftershocks faded did her breathing steady. Jin-hyeok adjusted his pants before carefully helping her up.

"Oppa, you're mean."

"Sorry."

He apologized easily to her grumbling. His touch was gentle now—a stark contrast to moments ago.

'Like two different people.'

But that duality only made him more attractive. Remembering how roughly he had handled her made her lower belly throb. And yet, the way he cared for her afterward...

Jin-hyeok knelt, brushing dirt and grass from her skirt.

"Ngh... It's all wet."

She peeled off her soaked panties. The evening air felt cool against her bare skin. As she smoothed her skirt down, she glanced at him.

"How is it? Can you see anything?"

The skirt was shorter than she'd realized—if she wasn't careful, her ass might peek out.

"You should be careful."

"There's no one else here but us."

"Still."

"I packed extra clothes just in case."

His worried expression made her laugh.

"You were such an animal just now."

At her teasing, he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"I... thought you'd like that."

"Ngh... So Oppa's just a guy after all."

She pretended to relent, leaning into his chest. His arms wrapped around her. But when his face dipped toward hers, she turned away hastily.

"No. My mouth smells."

"I don't mind. You took it for me, didn't you?"

"But still... ngh!"

Before she could protest, his lips sealed over hers. His tongue tangled with hers, and her resisting body quickly melted.

"Mmph... ahh... Oppa..."

When they parted, she pouted—though the corners of her lips kept twitching upward despite her efforts.

"Let's head back. Your parents will worry."

"I'm grown up now."

"But we're in the middle of the mountains."

"Fine."

She took a step, but her legs nearly gave out. Jin-hyeok caught her immediately.

"Careful."

"Yeah."

With a pleased smile, she clung to his arm as they walked.

Eun-ju sipped her wine quietly beside Deok-su.

Her husband dozed off beside her, his empty glass tilting precariously each time his head drooped. Despite eating so much eel earlier, a few glasses of wine had knocked him out completely.

'Should I just call him an old man now?'

A bitter smile touched her lips. She set her glass down and turned her gaze to the low flames in the firepit.

Then, she spotted two figures approaching from the distant path—Na-eun practically glued to Jin-hyeok's arm as they walked.

'Ah...'

She knew instantly. Na-eun's unsteady gait betrayed her. Her legs barely had any strength left. And as they drew closer, the thick, unmistakable scent of sex clung to them, carried by the night breeze.

Eun-ju's expression stiffened imperceptibly. Forcing a smile, she spoke casually.

"What took you so long?"

"We walked a bit farther."

Na-eun answered cheerfully, her cheeks still flushed.

The glamping site consisted of two camping cars—one for Na-eun and Jin-hyeok, the other for Eun-ju and Deok-su.

"I'll go check my things."

Na-eun climbed the steps as she spoke. Beneath her short skirt, the inside of her thighs—and the small cloth clutched tightly in one hand.

Eun-ju recognized it instantly.

The evidence of sex.

Her breath hitched. She pretended not to notice, turning her gaze back to the fire. But the flickering flames didn't register in her vision. That small piece of fabric in her daughter's hand told her everything.

Na-eun disappeared inside the car. Jin-hyeok sat across from Eun-ju, staring at the fire as if nothing had happened.

Eun-ju studied him silently. Deok-su, asleep. Na-eun, gone. In the space between, her lips curled into a faint, soundless smile.

A whisper, barely audible.

"Did it feel that good?"