Chapter 141
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 141
Chapter Title: Not the Back Hole, Though (♡)
Not up to the rear entrance, at least. (♡)
She'd even left her phone in the car.
Susan burst into the banquet hall in a hurry, flinging the door wide open before coming to an abrupt halt.
"......!!"
The wide banquet hall was filled with a fishy stench that assaulted her nose.
And it was a scent she knew all too well.
It was just like the lingering aroma left in a room after mind-blowingly ecstatic, intensely passionate sex.
Yet in this vast space, the density was overwhelming.
The pungent, piercing odor made Susan's hands and feet tingle.
"......"
Unlike when she'd rushed in and thrown the door open, she now carefully closed it without a sound.
There was no need to turn her head to search for Jung Woo-jin and Melody.
The distance was far.
But right before Susan's eyes, standing at the entrance of the banquet hall, loomed the massive back of Jung Woo-jin, fully in view.
He had just started ejaculating; his body trembled intermittently, and the hips of Melody beneath him quivered in kind.
Her daughter's pussy was obscured by Jung Woo-jin, not fully visible.
But the overflowing, milky-white semen leaking from their joined parts stood out clearly even from here.
Her daughter's anus, too, throbbed relentlessly, laden with the white semen that had trickled down from above.
She'd strictly forbidden anal sex, at minimum, for the sake of dignity. Yet seeing how gaping it was...
Her rear entrance had clearly been broken in already. And quite some time ago.
But now wasn't the time to dwell on that.
Click-.
Susan took slow steps forward.
She glanced back at the table, where the utensils lay in utter disarray.
Around 9:30 p.m.
Her daughter, Melody, had been forcibly laid out here, screaming as if she were being torn apart.
And Jung Woo-jin had been right there—from where Susan now stood, he'd turned sideways and thrust his hips as if to shatter the table.
"Haa..."
The scene replayed vividly in Susan's mind, as if it were happening right now.
Like a hologram.
She shook her head to dispel the thoughts and resumed walking, only to stop again soon after.
Beneath her high-heeled shoe was a small puddle.
It wasn't just any puddle.
The image of how it had formed naturally surfaced in Susan's mind.
Around 9:50 p.m.
"Haaa..."
That spot where her daughter, neck gripped from behind by Jung Woo-jin, had been impaled on his cock and squirted into the air.
How could anyone lift a person so effortlessly? And piston their hips so ferociously in that position? It was monstrous strength and stamina.
Click-.
As Susan stepped over the puddle, goosebumps prickling her skin, Jung Woo-jin's voice reached her.
"Fucking bitch, already going slack after how much we've done? Tighten that pussy properly."
Crude words demanding she tighten her pussy.
Susan had never heard such language in her life—not before marriage, during it, or even after becoming a widow.
To Susan, who had always lived as an aloof member of high society, his words sounded utterly alien and vulgar, like a foreign tongue.
Of course, she understood the meaning.
But they felt utterly detached from reality.
Yet the funny thing was...
Those vulgar words were making her heart race even faster.
Thump thump thump thump thump-.
She knew they were directed at Melody, pinned beneath Jung Woo-jin, not her.
Yet somehow, Susan felt as if they were meant for her.
"Ah, ahh...?!"
Melody let out a pitiful moan as he arbitrarily grabbed her hair and shook it, but Jung Woo-jin growled right into her ear.
"Tell me. How should I fuck you this time?"
Are you insane? Are you trying to break her? Stop right now.
She thought she should say something like that immediately, but the words wouldn't come.
"......"
As self-loathing washed over her for being so indecisive, Jung Woo-jin seemed to sense her presence and glanced back casually to confirm it was her.
"Oh? Ah, it's Susan? Wait just a moment."
He turned his head nonchalantly and tapped Melody's cheek.
"Hey. Snap out of it. Your mom's here. Let go of my arms."
Only then did Susan notice that Melody had her arms wrapped tightly around Jung Woo-jin's thick back.
At his words, Melody's arms, clinging to him, hesitated regretfully before slowly loosening.
Seeing her daughter like that triggered cognitive dissonance in Susan's mind.
Ravaged so thoroughly, yet craving affection like that.
While Susan hesitated in bewilderment, Jung Woo-jin propped himself on the floor and slowly began to rise.
"Up we go."
With that, his cock—which had been buried deep inside Melody, out of sight—finally began to emerge.
"Hng...?!"
Susan instinctively covered her mouth and shrank back.
His cock was far larger than she'd imagined, grotesquely veined and bulging.
And moreover.
After pumping out who-knows-how-much, globs of milky-white semen were sliding down the shaft as it withdrew from Melody's pussy.
"Ah, ahhhh...!"
Melody arched her waist, desperately trying to keep him inside longer.
Pop-.
But in the end, with a sound like uncorking a bottle, his cock slipped completely free.
Only after Jung Woo-jin stood up could Susan finally see her daughter's face clearly.
Melody lay sprawled, flailing arms limp, her face utterly drowned in pleasure.
Even with her mother there, her gaze remained fixed on Jung Woo-jin.
Eyes endlessly begging for affection.
"Hoo..."
Jung Woo-jin stared down at her for a moment, slicked back his sweat-drenched hair, then slowly turned to face Susan.
"......"
Meeting his eyes, Susan lowered her head under their feral intensity, as if he might pounce any second.
Naturally, his heaving cock came into view, pointed right at her.
"...Hng."
As she unwittingly gasped, Jung Woo-jin approached slowly, speaking.
"Didn't expect you to interrupt. This is a surprise."
Staring at his encroaching shadow, Susan's lips wouldn't move, like prey before a predator.
For her, who had always believed herself at the top of society's food chain...
This shattered her self-esteem—and her very identity.
"......"
Susan clenched her fists tightly and gritted her teeth.
Blood beaded on her lips from the strain as she finally forced out words.
"...Th-that should be enough alrea—..."
Her voice was pathetically quivering and small.
But Jung Woo-jin cut her off, grabbing both her shoulders firmly.
"No. What are you talking about? It's nowhere near enough."
"Wha...?!"
Susan tried to respond, but he gripped harder, chiding her gently.
"Eek?!"
"Susan. I thought as a businesswoman, you'd be precise with calculations. I'm disappointed. I haven't received my advance payment yet."
"Wh-what do you...?"
Jung Woo-jin sighed exasperatedly, then twisted to point at something on the floor.
Following his finger, Susan saw her daughter, collapsed and endlessly leaking semen from her pussy.
Confirming Susan's gaze, he continued.
"This was mine from the start, and I still haven't gotten my advance. Not up to the back hole, but her mouth should do as advance payment. That's reasonable, right?"
Susan stared at him in bewilderment, but all she felt was the brutal grip on her shoulders.
'H-how can it be so...'
His irresistible strength made his intent clear.
Thud-.
Forced to her knees like crumpled paper, Susan now faced it at eye level.
"H-hng...!"
No matter how she tried to seal her lips, ragged breaths escaped through her teeth.
Her throat tight like underwater, Susan struggled to breathe.
'C-calm down. Regain control somehow...'
She tried to mind-control herself into composure.
But the heaving cock right before her eyes pushed her thoughts far away.
She stared blankly at the cock that had just ravaged her daughter's depths, at the milky strands dangling from it.
Drip-.
The viscous fluid splattered stickily on the floor.
Susan's gaze naturally followed it down.
Not the first drop; it had already formed a small puddle. Unmistakably semen.
The slight thinness seemed due to mixing with Melody's pussy juices.
Even just scraps from his cock, the volume looked more than a grown man's full load.
"H-hng...!"
Finally, Susan couldn't hold back and let out a choked sob.
Jung Woo-jin grabbed her head and said.
"What the fuck are you doing just sitting there like an idiot? Open your mouth already."
At his sudden vulgarity—toward her, just like with Melody—Susan parted her lips uncontrollably.
Jung Woo-jin yanked her hair and shoved his cock in as if it were natural.
"Gugh, glrk, grhng?!"
As she gaped her jaws wide enough to ache, eyes wide in panic, he deftly hiked up her dress to her hips.
"Gonna rip the panties a bit."
He seized her thin panties with both hands and stretched.
Snap, rip rip-!
Tearing them off and flinging them away.
While he stripped her, Susan had no attention for it.
The thick scent from his intruding cock was overwhelming.
The taste on her tongue, which had unconsciously wrapped around it.
Bitter and tangy.
The potent musk of a superior male hit first.
Then, belatedly, the scent of her daughter's pussy juices, conquered by that superior male.
That was the flavor.
'So intensely thick...'
As the aroma—like melted masculinity—filled her mouth, Susan's reason melted away.
Purely on instinct.
She gripped his thighs and began sucking his cock lewdly.
Slurp, schlop, slurp, slurrp, smuck-!
And with that.
A single drop of pussy juice stretched and fell to the floor.
Drip-.