8. Were You Thinking of Me?
Episode 8. Were You Thinking of Me?
The sealed car interior became sweltering in an instant.
Eun-ju clung to Jin-hyeok's lips like a starved beast, her tongue forcefully pushing past his parted lips. His tongue tangled with hers as they sucked at each other with rough desperation.
Their precarious position—leaning awkwardly over the obstructive center console between the driver and passenger seats—only heightened the tension.
Eun-ju gripped Jin-hyeok's firm jaw with both hands, alternately biting and licking his lips until they throbbed. Not satisfied, she greedily sought more of his saliva.
"Haah..."
"Hah, ngh—"
Between the wet sounds of their entangled mouths, ragged breaths spilled out.
The sedan's windows quickly fogged over. Combined with the dark window tinting, the glass became completely opaque, erasing the outside world. The sterile fluorescent lights of the parking lot, the silhouettes of other parked cars—all were shut out. This cramped, dark metal box became their perfect secret chamber.
"Eun-ju."
Jin-hyeok pulled his glistening lips away, panting as he called her name.
That quiet address made Eun-ju's body tremble uncontrollably. Her taut nipples burned with arousal. That single forbidden term sent electric shivers down her spine, igniting a wildfire deep in her chilled abdomen.
Eun-ju's slender fingers trailed down Jin-hyeok's broad chest, feeling his pounding heartbeat through the thin fabric. Her slow descent continued over his toned abs until her hand dipped lower, toward his pelvis.
Then blunt, heavy heat struck her fingertips.
The swollen bulge strained against his pants. When she pressed a finger against its taut tip, Jin-hyeok's Adam's apple bobbed violently as his breath hitched.
Eun-ju gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes and whispered:
"You want to?"
"...Yes."
"How do you want me to do it?"
"Ah... like that time... when you did it before."
Jin-hyeok stammered, swallowing dryly. His voice dripped with unconcealed excitement—raw, unfiltered male desire incapable of pretense.
That transparent honesty stoked the flames inside Eun-ju even hotter. This grown man who orbited her daughter now crumbled so completely under her touch. The overwhelming sense of conquest mixed with immorality was dizzyingly sweet.
Her palm rubbed the swollen outline through the fabric with sticky friction. Each stroke made Jin-hyeok's hips jerk. Finally, her index finger hooked the zipper pull.
Zzzip.
The sound of the zipper releasing echoed loudly in the confined space. As the restraint came undone, Jin-hyeok's breathing grew even more ragged.
Eun-ju pressed closer over the center console, burying her nose against Jin-hyeok's thick nape. She nipped at his flushed earlobe before licking slowly upward. Releasing the tender flesh between her teeth, she exhaled hot breath into his ear and murmured:
"Did you... do it yourself at home?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"...I wanted to do it... with you."
That plaintive answer made Eun-ju's red lips curve smoothly.
His naive confession—that he'd held back because he only wanted her—made her deepest core clench helplessly.
The parted zipper revealed underwear stretched taut over his erection. The swollen tip was already damp with leaking precum, the fabric darkened by transparent moisture.
With practiced fingers, Eun-ju traced the obscene wet spot in slow circles. When she pressed firmly along the heated outline beneath, a beast-like groan burst from Jin-hyeok's lips.
"You wanted me... that badly?"
"...Y-yeah..."
His arousal strained to the breaking point. As her fingertip dragged teasingly over the damp fabric, sticky fluid coated her skin. When she pulled her thumb and forefinger apart, a thin string of viscous fluid stretched between them.
She pressed close to Jin-hyeok's burning ear and whispered conspiratorially:
"Did I... make you like this?"
"...Yes."
His shamelessly honest answer was adorable. Eun-ju kissed his trembling lips with a soft peck, as if she couldn't resist.
Gazing at Jin-hyeok's flushed face through heavy-lidded eyes, she slowly brought her damp finger to her own lips. A red tongue darted out to obscenely lick the moisture clean. Jin-hyeok watched this depraved display with glazed eyes, utterly entranced.
Eun-ju's lips curled in a bewitching smile. Her pale hand descended again. Hooking fingers under his waistband, she pulled down without hesitation.
Instantly, the car filled with the intense, musky scent of aroused male. That primal, pungent aroma hitting her nostrils sent Eun-ju into dizzy euphoria.
Freed from confinement, Jin-hyeok's erection sprang up—thick and aggressively erect. The engorged glans already glistened with pearly beads of precum dripping steadily.
Eun-ju carefully but firmly wrapped both hands around the heated shaft. As she stroked up and down its length with steady pressure, she murmured:
"Jin-hyeok... when you did it yourself... did you think about me?"
Jin-hyeok's expression froze momentarily. After a brief hesitation from shame, he confessed in a strained voice:
"...Yes."
That single word struck Eun-ju like lightning, sending thrilling pleasure through her entire body.
This young, virile male desired her—only her. Not her youthful daughter Na-eun, but her, a middle-aged woman. The immoral truth filled her with dark triumph and dizzying superiority.
"Can you tell me... what you imagined?"
Her voice dripped like sweet poison into his ear. Bathed in Eun-ju's hot breath, Jin-hyeok trembled helplessly as he gasped out his confession:
"I... imagined kissing you. And..."
Shame made his words falter.
"Ah... having s-sex with you too."
Just the thought sent such intense pleasure through her that her grip involuntarily tightened. Squeezing the shaft firmly, she stroked downward roughly, making Jin-hyeok's back arch like a drawn bow.
"Ngh, haah...!"
"Did you... do it a lot while thinking of me?"
"...Yeah..."
She found his complete helplessness unbearably cute. She wanted to reward this young male who'd confessed his desires so honestly.
With a sultry smile, Eun-ju willingly lowered her head between Jin-hyeok's spread legs.
Whoosh—scorching heat radiated against her face.
She carefully nosed against Jin-hyeok's throbbing erection, inhaling deeply to take in his intensely musky scent. The urge to immediately open her mouth and greedily swallow him down rose up, but she suppressed it. Instead, she pressed her nose firmly against the swollen glans before slowly lifting her gaze to meet his.
Jin-hyeok looked down at her with lust-glazed eyes.
This was the same man who, mere minutes ago, had been kissing and entangled with her daughter Na-eun behind a closed door. Yet now, those heated eyes held only her—not her daughter.
Electric triumph ran down her spine. The heightened sense of immorality had already made her deepest core grow damp.
She slowly tucked stray hair behind her ear before carefully parting red lips to take the tip of his erection into her mouth. Then, very slowly, she began taking him deeper.
Schlurp. Schlick.
With wet sounds, the burning hot shaft slid along her saliva-slicked membranes.
"Hahh, ngh...!"
Jin-hyeok's suppressed moan echoed through the car as his head fell back.
This was a level of sensuality her naive daughter could never hope to match. She wanted to freely pour pleasures upon this starved man that clumsy Na-eun could never provide.
Right now, she wanted to make it abundantly clear—only she could quench this panting male's animal thirst.
Even her small mouth couldn't fully contain him as he pressed ruthlessly deeper, invading her tender throat. Her breath caught. The violent pressure against every inch of her oral membranes made her slender shoulders tremble.
After slowly withdrawing, she let her red, wet tongue slither from base to tip, thoroughly coating every visible vein.
"Eun-ju... ah..."
His desperate, heat-drunk voice tickled her ears.
Listening to those mindless pleas like sweet background music, she took him deep again and began moving her head up and down in slow, deliberate motions.