Park Sora 5
“Mmm… I need to pee.”
Park Sora, who had been fast asleep, muttered in a voice thick with slumber. Perhaps it was the discomfort of an unfamiliar bed, or maybe the fact that she’d finally been able to drink with a light heart for the first time in ages. Regardless, a mild urge to relieve herself had jolted her awake.
“……My beloved daughter.”
Before bed, Hanna had pushed her mother away, complaining that she smelled like alcohol, but now she was clinging to her as if Sora were the most precious thing in the world. Sora’s lips curled into a smile that wouldn’t fade. She planted a soft kiss on Hanna’s rounded forehead and carefully detached herself so as not to wake the girl. Then, she headed for the bathroom.
She bypassed the en-suite bathroom in the room, fearing the sound of the flushing water might wake Hanna, and instead made her way to the one in the hallway.
After relieving herself, she went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, when—
“Hm?”
A puddle of liquid on the floor made her soles feel damp.
“……Is this not water? It’s a bit sticky….”
She could feel the viscosity of the liquid. “Sniff… and the scent… it’s like some kind of fruit….”
She couldn’t pinpoint exactly which fruit, but given the sticky, sweet aroma, it was definitely fruit juice. Was someone eating a late-night snack at this hour?
Having lived half her life as a celebrity, the idea of a late-night snack was unthinkable to Park Sora.
“…….”
The liquid on the floor formed a trail. With the weather warming up, leaving something like that on the floor would surely attract bugs.
‘And Hanna hates bugs.’
In the end, Sora grabbed a handful of wet wipes and got down on her hands and knees to wipe up the juice. Her knees ached a bit from crawling, but she cleaned with the mindset of doing some late-night exercise, thinking it was better than having her daughter freak out over a bug.
“……Who eats so sloppily, leaving a mess like this?”
Grown adults, at that.
The trail of juice, which had started in the kitchen, led all the way to the door of one of the bedrooms.
“Ha… am I getting old? I’m exhausted from just this little bit of work.”
She muttered to herself and crawled right up to the door.
―@%@#$#%
―Oh… @#$… I’m dying… %@
―Here it comes!!!
She froze. As luck would have it, through the slightly ajar door, she heard sounds of pleasure so intense that even a woman would blush just listening to them.
Gulp! She had just had water in the kitchen, but Sora swallowed hard, unbidden. Her heart began to race, the pounding so intense it made her hands tremble. The arms supporting her weight shook, causing her posture to wobble. But with all her might, she pressed her face against the gap in the door.
She couldn’t see anything yet.
“Butler… please serve my pussy now, too.”
That voice belonged to Anna, the maid she’d met for the first time today. She thought Anna was the only housekeeper in this mansion… but she called him a butler?
Then, she recalled what she’d heard Jihan say earlier—or was it yesterday? During the day, anyway.
‘Your butler outfit is confiscated.’
What on earth was happening inside that room?
Sora imagined that thick, sturdy club she’d seen earlier ravaging a tight hole, and she gripped the doorknob. Then, she pushed it open ever so carefully.
The well-maintained door opened silently, revealing more of the scene. But the first thing that hit her was the dizzyingly obscene scent and the sound effects. The sweet aroma, presumably Jihan’s pheromones, made her head spin, and the room was filled with the scents of various tart fruits.
And the sounds, which had been faint before, now echoed as if they were being whispered right into her ear.
“I love it when you… fuck my pussy with your cum-covered cock… ♥!”
“…Did you enjoy this, Maid Anna?”
“Haa-ah… ♥ Yes, that’s right. Butler Jihan, you’re so delicate. You remembered all of that… ha-ah… ♥… my pussy is so happy, it keeps tightening…”
“Butler Jihan. Please, forgive me too…….”
“Shall I let you off the hook soon?”
The scene she’d witnessed during the day had been shocking, but this time, Sora was frozen stiff, her head just poking through the door, as if she were dead.
In the exact same position she had been in while crawling—butt in the air—Maid Anna was being ravaged.
The angle was perfect. Sora could vividly see the hot, thick cock sliding in and out of the pussy hole.
Slap, slap, slap, slap!
Every time Jihan’s pubic bone struck those massive buttocks, ripples spread across them, traveling up her slender waist to her breasts, which heaved violently.
It was a sight she had never seen in her life, but she could guess exactly how Anna felt.
“I love you… ♥ Master, I love you…!!!”
“You went from calling me Butler to Master in an instant.”
“Oh-oh-oh… of course… serving a cock like this… oh-oh… is only natural… oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!!”
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
Saliva dripped from her lolling tongue, and her face, usually so gentle and lovely, was melted into pure pleasure. No fool would misinterpret Anna’s sincerity after seeing that expression. Sora realized in an instant that this was the greatest joy a woman could feel.
On the other hand, Secretary Francesca, whom she’d seen as often as the building owner, looked to be in agony. She was a capable woman who always served her master with a cool, level-headed expression. She was so cool that the term ‘girl crush’ seemed to have been invented for her, but—
“H-hnn… watching Master have sex with Anna… while doing defeat masturbation… is… oh… also quite nice… ♥”
“Oh? Didn’t you just cum?”
“N-no, I didn’t! I’m following Master’s orders to masturbate while holding back my climax…… oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!”
“Look at this, your pussy is soaking wet, isn’t it? Huh? Your pussy is biting my finger and won’t let go, right?”
“When Master’s finger comes near… my pussy reacts on its own…! I can’t… hold it back… any longer……!”
Francesca was being punished.
She was lying next to Anna, who was being fucked with a blissful expression, her legs spread wide as she masturbated.
But Sora didn’t understand why that was a punishment. It wasn’t easy to reach a climax through masturbation, so how could that be a penalty?
However, Francesca was using every ounce of her strength to hold back her climax, and that sincerity reached Sora as well.
‘Just what kind of existence is Jihan?’
There were many women who wished they could experience an orgasm just once in their lives. Yet these women were trying their hardest to please Jihan while holding back their climaxes as much as possible.
“Ah… Anna, I’m about to cum!”
“Oh-oh-oh… I can feel it…! Master’s cock is getting even bigger…!”
“Anna, you can hold back your pussy from cumming, right?”
“Ye-es… hnn… I’ll clench my pussy tight and hold it… while keeping your cum in my womb… oh-oh… I want to climax with you ♥”
The conversation was so vulgar it made her head spin. Sora burned the image of Jihan’s waist—moving so fast it left afterimages—the cock attached to him, and Anna being impaled into her memory.
Sora was in a crawling position, and since Anna was being fucked from behind, it was the perfect setup for Sora to continue her delusions.
Swish, swish! Her waist began to sway back and forth, faster and faster. She began to thrust her hips into the empty air, matching the tempo of Jihan’s movements.
She even mimicked the expression. She rolled her eyes back and stuck her tongue out long. She didn’t care if saliva dripped down.
Doing that made her feel like she was actually having sex.
‘How good would it be to have sex with the real thing?’
The Jihan in her imagination thrust his waist toward a place that had never been entered by anyone but her husband.
“Oh-oh…!!”
Hah! Sora let out a stifled gasp and clamped her hand over her mouth. Luckily, the three of them didn’t seem to notice her, but if she kept making sounds like that, she’d be caught.
“S-stop…!”
She tried to stop herself like that, but the Jihan in her imagination was merciless. He began to thrust his waist exactly as he was doing to Anna.
“……!!!!”
Sora had to pour all her strength into not making a sound. Even though she knew it was just her imagination, the pleasure starting from her pussy spread to her brain, turning her into a fool.
“Hehe…”
Something this good… there’s no way I can hold it back…….
The Jihan in her imagination smiled and said, “I’m going to cum a lot inside Sora’s pussy, so let’s both hold back our climaxes until then, okay?”
“……Hah, hah… yes, Jihan-ssi.”
At that submissive reply, Jihan pulled her into a tight embrace from behind.
“My wife is so good, isn’t she? Listening to her husband so well?”
“Hehehe… because I’m your wife… and if I’m your wife, I have to listen to my husband and support him… ♥”
She had been taught that looking only at her husband and maintaining her chastity and integrity were virtues. But what about her husband?
‘Is it… okay for a husband to have sex with other women?’
She didn’t know the answer to that yet. Jihan began to thrust his waist again.
“Hah… our Sora’s pussy, it tightens just like a virgin’s? I feel like I’m going to cum soon.”
“Hnn… ha-ah… ♥ I’m sorry I couldn’t give you my virginity…!”
“It’s fine. Instead, I’ll cover your whole body with my cum… so much that you won’t even think about your ex-husband.”
“Oh-oh… yes, yes! Jihan-ssi, please cum lots of your sweet cum!”
“Let’s start with your womb first.”
Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp ♥
“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!”
“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!”
“Here it comes!”
“Here it comes!”
Jihan, who had been thrusting for a long time, shuddered intermittently while pressed tight against those sturdy buttocks. At the same time, a warmth spread through her body, followed by a wave of happiness.
All the strength left her body. Because her muscles had weakened, tears streamed from her eyes. Yet, she didn’t loosen the grip of her pussy. She clenched and released, then clenched tight and bounced her hips, supporting her husband to the very end.
‘T-this… this is my first time…… ♥’
The cum flowed for a long time. Finally, Jihan shuddered one last time and pulled his cock out. The cum that had filled her womb spilled out along with his cock.
Sora stared up at his still-hard cock with dazed eyes.
“Ah.”
His cock was still hard, and steam rose from it. It glistened, slick with cum and pussy juice. It seemed his cock wasn’t used to the cold air. It immediately sought out another woman to enjoy the warmth.
“Francesca, how does it feel to have me fuck you after you spent two hours just masturbating?”
“Nng-go-go-go… ♥… it feels so good…!”
“I love how hot Francesca’s pussy is, too.”
Francesca’s expressionless face melted into ecstasy. Sora remembered what Jihan had said.
‘I never abandon my women.’
It was absolutely true. She couldn’t harbor even a shred of doubt.
“Ah.”
If it’s a man like that… if it’s a husband like that… then having sex with any woman isn’t cheating at all….
She had been agonizing over whether she ‘should remarry’—not for her own sake, but for her daughter, who would be lonely after losing her father. But her once-wounded heart haunted her in the form of PTSD.
‘What if my husband cheats again?’
‘What if he doesn’t even look at me?’
But.
‘If it’s Jihan-ssi…… all those problems are solved.’
“Mmm… Mom, are you there?”
At that moment, she heard her daughter’s voice from behind. Without a second thought, Sora closed the door and composed herself.
“Oh, Hanna. You’re awake?”
She walked briskly away before Hanna could come toward her. As she got closer, Hanna grabbed her hand. Squeeze! She gripped it tight, and Sora realized Hanna must have been quite scared.
“Yeah… I couldn’t see you….”
“Sorry, sorry. I went to the bathroom and got lost.”
“Hehe, then I’ll guide you.”
Her soaked lower half felt uncomfortable, but she couldn’t bring herself to shake off her daughter’s hand. The mother and daughter returned to the room and lay down in bed together, side by side.
But sleep wouldn’t come. Sora found herself asking her daughter, “Hanna, are you asleep?”
“……Mmm.”
She wasn’t asleep yet, but her voice sounded very drowsy. Sora felt a pang of guilt, but since she’d already brought it up, she decided to ask until the end.
“What do you think of Jihan oppa?”
“Mmm? About what?”
“Just… I’m curious what you think. His personality… or, you know, things like that?”
“I like him.”
It had been a difficult question to ask, but the answer was short. Just as she was feeling a bit let down, Hanna, as if guessing her mother’s heart, added more.
“He’s handsome, kind, has lots of money, and he’s strong too…… and he’s different from Dad.”
“How is he different?”
“Dad couldn’t take his eyes off pretty ladies when we walked by.”
“……Is that so?”
What kind of scenes did that guy show his daughter? She felt a surge of anger, but Hanna continued.
“But Jihan oppa is different.”
“Why? There are plenty of pretty ladies here, too.”
“Mmm… it’s different. The ladies here are pretty, but… um… oppa is higher up.”
“Higher?”
“…….”
Higher? She asked what she meant, but there was no reply. Instead, the sound of her small, cute snoring filled the room. Sora listened to that sound, lost in thought, before finally drifting off to sleep.
In her dream, Sora was preparing breakfast. Instead of a suit, she was wearing an apron and boiling soup.
“Mom, I’m off to school!”
“Baek Hanna! You have to eat breakfast before you go!”
“Ah, I’m late!”
“Well, who told you to wake up late? Since you’re already late, just have one spoonful!”
“……Fine!”
Her daughter, who had been so cute when she was little, was starting to raise her voice now that she was growing up. After sitting the brat at the table and serving the rice, Sora headed to the bedroom.
“Honey, are you still not ready?”
“Oh, Sora. What’s the side dish? It smells delicious.”
“It’s the beef radish soup you like.”
“Yes! I’m going to have two bowls!”
The family of three finished breakfast, laughing and chatting. After their daughter left first, Sora went to the front door to see her husband off. Then, she shared a deep kiss, prompted by her husband’s blatant gaze. It was a kiss of a duration and intensity unsuitable for the morning.
“Hah, honey, really… after what we did yesterday…”
She said it with flushed cheeks, but she didn’t hate it.
“Anyway, come home early today. I’ll make something delicious.”
“Something delicious? Our Sora?”
Her husband reached out with his large hand and wrapped it around her waist. The cock protruding through his pants poked at Sora’s abdomen.
“Why are you like this from the morning… just… abalone… or eel… the usual.”
Hearing that, her husband licked his lips.
“I can’t help it. Let’s be late today.”
“Eek!”
In an instant, her husband kicked off his shoes and threw Sora onto the bed.
“Haa-ah-ah… husband’s cock… filling my pussy so tight… ♥!!”
“Hah, Sora, call me by my name, not husband.”
“Hnn… Ji, Jihan-ssi.”
“Yeah… Sora, I love you.”
“I love you too.”