[Business Trip - 8]
It was the end of the day—the time when one should feel the most relieved—yet Ji-wook couldn't help but wonder why he felt so stifled, as if he had indigestion. But when he asked himself who he was supposed to blame when it was his own doing, he couldn't come up with an answer.
The brother he had sworn to serve for the rest of his life. He had laid his hands on the woman that brother loved—his sister-in-law.
The lingering sensation of that night still remained in his hands. Regardless of his complicated feelings, the mere memory of it made his heart race. The breasts that were soft yet resilient enough to push back against his fingers. The moist, warm flesh that had wrapped around his fingers. The sight of Jia, flowing with her own juices, letting out sweet moans in response to his movements. On top of that, the way her hands had toyed with his 30cm giant cock, milking it for semen—just thinking about it made his pants tent upward.
“...Am I insane?”
He felt a brief moment of awe at his own stamina, being able to get hard again after being drained like that. But that sense of wonder was immediately met with an equal, bottomless sense of despair. The fact remained that the object of his lust was his sister-in-law. Even if it had been a mutual agreement, it was something that shouldn't happen—ethically, morally, or even humanly. He let out a heavy sigh, telling himself he had committed an unforgivable sin against his brother.
And yet, he had the audacity to talk about how he was doing it for his brother’s sake. He had said that this shouldn't happen, that it was a one-way street guaranteed to lead to ruin, but in the end, wasn't it him who stepped on the gas? What had he been doing last night? He had given in to his desires and touched his sister-in-law’s body, hadn't he?
He clutched his throbbing head. He tried to make pathetic excuses, like, "I didn't actually penetrate her, so I didn't cross the final line!" but he soon let out a deep sigh, realizing it was all futile.
“...Ah, whatever! The water’s already spilled. Whether I have to squeeze out the mud or get fresh water, I have to fix this somehow.”
Even if it was impossible to go back to exactly how things were, he had to salvage what he could. Resolving firmly not to get swept away any further, he finally turned the doorknob he had been holding for the past thirty minutes.
“...I’m home.”
“Welcome back~.”
With the cheerful greeting came the sound of approaching footsteps. Ji-wook let out a silent scream at the sight of Jia, the owner of those footsteps, who had just emerged from the room.
“You took a long time! I thought you’d forgotten the door code.”
“W-what are you wearing?!”
It was what people usually called a micro-bikini. But the white bikini Jia was wearing now was so extreme that "micro" didn't even begin to cover it. The fabric was so sparse that one had to wonder if she even understood the concept of covering anything up. More than half of her pink areolas were exposed. The fabric itself was so thin that her nipples were poking out, clearly defined. Even below, her plump labia majora were bulging out, and every time she moved, the fabric dug into the crevice, leaving her vulva practically on display.
It was so bold—essentially just strings, making nudity feel less embarrassing—that Ji-wook immediately hid his face behind his palms.
“Please, put some clothes on!”
“I was cleaning the shower, and it’s annoying if I get wet. Besides, we’re at home, so what’s the big deal?”
“I’m here!”
“So what, Ji-wook? We’ve already seen everything there is to see, haven’t we? Do you really have to be shy now?”
“I do!”
Shame was the emotion that kept humans as sentient beings rather than beasts. If you couldn't feel that, you were no different from an animal that could talk. She chuckled as if his protest were laughable.
“I’m disappointed, Ji-wook~. If it were Seunghyun, he would’ve shouted, ‘Jia!’ and tackled me right away. He would’ve shoved that bikini aside and rammed his cock into my defenseless pussy, piston-fucking me.”
“That’s only allowed for my brother!”
“And it’s not polite to be so openly disgusted~.”
“It’s not polite to do things that make people so uncomfortable, either.”
“So, are you not going to look?”
She pulled the bikini string resting on her hip and let it snap. With a sharp *thwack* against her skin, her moan hit Ji-wook’s ears.
“Too bad~. I picked this out specifically to show you.”
“Ugh...?”
“If I pull the shoulder strap just a little like this, my nipple gets caught on the string... ugh, ahh~! It pops right out~. And it’s rubbing against it, so it’s standing right up~.”
He couldn't help but imagine it. The image of Jia’s clean, pink nipple getting caught and folded by the bikini string. Her breasts bouncing as the strap was pulled up and then snapped back, her erect nipple—it was all vividly painted in his mind. Every time he imagined it, his fingers twitched, and his resolve began to crack.
“Ahaha! You say that, but you’re watching through your fingers~! Are you really that shameless~?”
“...I give up.”
Admitting defeat, he raised both hands, his last line of defense.
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t stimulate me so much. It’s not good for my heart.”
“So, is it sexy?”
“It’s sexy.”
“Hehe, finally being honest.”
At Jia’s soft smile, Ji-wook felt a wave of embarrassment. *What a good boy,* her expression seemed to say.
“...”
Did she really see him as just a child? There was only a two-year age gap between them. Thinking of the expressions she showed when she was with his brother, Seunghyun, he couldn't help but realize that she truly only saw him as a younger brother figure.
“Well, that’s obvious...”
“Hm? What’s obvious?”
“That you’re sexy, Noona. Your toned body, which shows how hard you work on maintenance; your breasts, which are large but have such elegant curves; the pink nipples standing proudly at the tips; and the line from your waist to your hips—it’s all art itself. It’s impossible for it not to be sexy when you’re barely covering such a body with string-level fabric.”
“Whoa..., that’s creepy...”
“Suddenly?!”
He felt aggrieved that she was the one who had come onto him so openly, yet she was reacting like this. She patted him, calling him cute.
“Ahaha! Just kidding~. Thanks for the compliment.”
“...But, though it might be late to ask, why the bikini?”
“Why, do you hate it?”
“It’s not that I hate it, I’m just curious about the reason. And I actually really like that bikini.”
“I sometimes do cosplay as an event when Seunghyun comes home from work. I wore this to try out the new one I made, and to show you, Ji-wook~.”
“*Ahem!*”
“Come to think of it, you saw it before Seunghyun did, didn’t you~? Hehe, how does it feel to be the first to see my extreme micro-bikini?”
“What do you mean, first? Obviously, he’s already seen it all on camera. It’s obvious.”
“Pfft!”
How was he supposed to handle her when she was making such a blatantly playful face? He scoffed at Jia, who was protesting that he was no fun.
“I’m really tired~. I want to wash up and rest quickly~.”
“Did you eat?”
“Not yet. If you haven’t eaten either, Noona, we should eat together.”
“I suppose so. Then, shall we start over from the ‘Welcome back~’?”
“...Did I do something wrong?”
“What are you doing? Why aren’t you taking off your pants?”
“I told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
She tilted her head, as if asking him back why he didn't know, leaving him speechless.
“Please explain!”
“Welcoming your husband’s cock when he gets home is a wife’s most important role!”
“I’m not your husband!”
“Why are you stating the obvious? You’re Seunghyun’s substitute, Ji-wook.”
“Substitute...”
“Oh my? Are you trying to play dumb~? You wouldn’t say you’ve forgotten the bet we made last night, where the loser agreed not to complain, would you~?”
“Ugh...”
The result of the karma he had reaped when he had lost his head. There was only one command given to him, the loser of the bet: obey Jia’s orders until Seunghyun, his brother, returned. Why did he do that...? Even knowing it was spilled water, he couldn't help but repeat it to himself.
But what could he do? With a look of utter defeat, as if he had lost his country, he could only watch as her hand moved toward his waist.
“What’s this~? You were acting all composed, but you’re being totally honest down here, aren’t you~? Hm?”
“...”
Just as she said, his 30cm cannon was showing off its majesty. It was a good thing his pants were loose; if they had been jeans, they would have burst from the expansion. Added to that was the characteristic bulge of grey pants, creating a visual overflowing with masculine energy that was overwhelming just to look at.
“Whoa~, I can only say it’s amazing every time I see it...”
Even while looking startled, her hand skillfully dug into his waistband. As his pants were pulled down, his giant cock, which had been held back like a drawn bowstring, sprang out with a *thwump!* Seeing his penis trembling from the inertia, she couldn't hold back her laughter.
“Pfft! Ahahahaha! Ahaha! This is insane~! It popped up like it had a spring inside! *Boing!* Ahaha!”
“Are, aren’t you laughing a bit too openly? My feelings are hurt!”
“*Cough!* Sorry, sorry, but still—*pfft!* *Hic!* *Sigh!* ...Ha! Wow, I can’t help but be impressed~!”
She was laughing so hard she couldn't even breathe, but her eyes were stickily scanning his cock.
“Ahaha! This is truly heinous~! The veins, thicker than my fingers, are wriggling like worms, and the whole thing is pulsing so hard I can see it. And to think it’s so big it can stand up straight enough to touch your belly button—you’re really potent, Ji-wook~.”
He swallowed hard at the seductive light beginning to flow from her narrowed eyes. That was the look! The sinister smile she had worn right before she mercilessly milked him dry last night. His face turned pale at the memory of the terror of that night etched into his body, but his member was the exact opposite, unable to control its excitement. It swelled up, turning crimson as blood rushed to it, and a thick, whitish pre-cum began to drip from the tip of his urethra.
“Oh my, what is this thick stuff~? Did you already cum before I even touched you~?”
She swept up the whitish mucus with the tip of her finger. From the root of his cock, along the back tendon, to the glans. When her finger reached the glob of mucus at the tip of his urethra, he couldn't help but let out a low moan.
“It’s sticky~. Hehe, to think you’d be dripping pre-cum just from a little touching—you’re like a girl~.”
“Haa! It’s, sensitive!”
“I see~! You’re sensitive~! Hm~.”
At the way she curled her lips into a smirk, Ji-wook realized his mistake. *What kind of idiot reveals their weakness on purpose?* But it was too late; her fingers began to move.
Her index and thumb wrapped around the glans. She repeated the motion of sweeping down the glans as if peeling it, then squeezing it back up. Every time her hand moved up and down, his waist trembled.
“Haa! Haa! No, Noona... *kgh!*”
“Does it feel good~? Every time your cock twitches, white mucus is shooting out of your urethra~.”
“It’s amazing! Haa! What is this? Yesterday, *huff!* you squeezed me until it hurt, but haa! today you’re being so gentle!”
“Well~... I thought I might have been a bit too much yesterday. Squeezing it out by force is fun, *ahem!* but wouldn’t you rather cum pleasantly if you can, Ji-wook?”
“That goes without saying. Yesterday was practically torture.”
He shuddered just thinking about how she had intentionally flipped his ejaculation switch on and off. He hadn't known he would prove with his own body that pleasure and pain were two sides of the same coin, and he looked down at her with eyes full of resentment.
But all he got in return was her scolding him for being the pot calling the kettle black.
“You were ramming your cock into my pussy just as hard, Ji-wook. You didn't stop your fingers even when I told you not to. Are you acting like you’re the only victim? My pussy was so sore~!”
“That... uh...”
“Oh, I see~! You prefer it when I squeeze it out like yesterday~?”
“I’m sorry! Please be gentle.”
She chuckled and gripped his cock with both hands. With one hand holding the root, her other hand swept down the shaft! At her touch, which felt like she was wringing out the contents of his urethra, he let out a beastly moan, spilling thick, masculine fluid from the tip.
“Ah~, it’s sticky~! It’s so thick, and yet it’s not semen... And even after squeezing you out like that yesterday, your balls are still so heavy~! Aren’t you a bit too potent, Ji-wook?”
“It’s because your hand technique is so good, Noona. Plus, knowing you’re going to empty me out makes my balls produce semen like crazy.”
“Ahaha! What is that~! Aren’t your balls going to burst?”
“Who’s fault is that! You squeezed me so hard yesterday that my balls are struggling not to dry up!”
“Ahahahaha!! Ah! I see! Ahaha! I’m sorry!”
“*Groan*...”
“As an apology, I’ll make it feel refreshing today~.”
“Can I trust you?”
“Don’t want to?”
“I want to.”
“Then don’t complain and take out your phone.”
“My phone? Why?”
“Seunghyun says the angles from the cameras installed in the house are a bit lacking~. He asked if you could film a POV video from your perspective if possible.”
“POV...”
He wanted to ask if they really had to go that far, but he couldn't resist Jia’s urging to take it out quickly.
When he asked if she couldn't just use her own phone, she showed him her sticky hands and slyly passed the buck, saying, “My hands are a mess, so it’s difficult~.”
In the end, he had to film it with his own phone. He briefly wondered if this was really okay, but he stopped thinking the moment he saw the scene through the screen.
“Are you watching~? I’m filming it just like Seunghyun asked~!”
“...”
A bikini-clad beauty pressing against his erect cock as if embracing it. She was someone who was a bit off in many ways, both in words and actions, but he realized anew that a beauty was still a beauty. Especially with the angle of her looking up from below, which she said was her cutest, he was at a loss for words to describe her.
“From now on, watch your beloved wife hanging onto a potent NTR giant cock and milking out the cum, and jerk off pleasantly~♡”
A smile full of sincere love. Even knowing that the target of that smile wasn't him, but her beloved husband on the other side of the camera, Ji-wook couldn't calm his racing heart.