Bringing Her Mother Into a Lewd Chat with Lee Jueun

We left the Korean restaurant and got straight into the car.

There was an unmanned motel nearby. Time was short, so the second we walked through the door we stripped, and I pushed into her without so much as a stroke of foreplay. Sex on a clock, plain and simple.

I was never the type who enjoyed rushing it. But Jiseon had treated me like a king tonight, and she'd even thrown in the VIP service of drinking down my piss, so I made a special exception and spent the time and energy on her.

I used Instant Suggestion to crank up the sensitivity in her pussy, her breasts, and her mouth, and even in that tiny window she came and came, soaking the motel floor in cunt ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠juice and piss.

After I finished inside her, I sprawled out on the bed. She nuzzled in with a look of leftover hunger, licking my chest and nipples as she spoke.

"I feel bad... I think I was the only one who got to feel it today. Next time, could you make time during the day? Call me whenever it's convenient for you. I'll come. I promise..."

"Alright. I'll get in touch when I have a window."

"I'm so happy..."

Jiseon lay beside me, tracing my face with her fingers, then poured a hot, hungry kiss over my mouth.

"When you're with unnie too... will you think about me on the inside...?"

"Hm?"

"I want to steal you away from her, even if it's just a little at a time, even if that's how I have to do it. Please...?"

It was cute. The way she used every trick she had to slowly, steadily turn her friend's affair partner into her own exclusive one. If she'd ever thrown herself at a business the way she'd thrown herself at me, she would have been a massive success.

Not that a woman this obsessed with me was ever going to get that obsessed with work.

"I feel a little bad for Eunjeong, but I'll give it a shot. In exchange, Jiseon — you have to think about me and miss me more than your husband."

"I already told you... I love you ten million times more than my husband. Even when I go home, all I think about is you. When I eat. When I'm taking care of the kids and my husband. When I'm in the bathroom. Until I fall asleep. There's nothing in my head but you. I think... I think there's something wrong with my brain. Because of you..."

Lee Jiseon leaned in and sucked her own spit back off my lips in one long, greedy pull.

"From where I'm sitting, Jiseon, the only thing that's happened is you've gotten even prettier."

"...If you say things like that, I really won't be able to let you go..."

In the end she buried herself in my arms and started to sniffle.

It was a first. A married woman in her forties, clinging to my chest, crying because she couldn't hold back how much she truly loved me.

Jiseon had to get home, so we didn't even have time to wash. We just pulled our clothes back on and headed out. She cupped a hand over herself to keep my cum from dripping out, then tugged her panties straight up over it.

"You gave this to me, so I'll keep it safe all night."

"Hah... What if your husband notices?"

"He doesn't get to lay a finger on my body, so it's fine. We've been sleeping in separate rooms lately."

I felt a twinge of pity for the guy.

Even while she drove, her right hand kept wandering over my left hand, my thigh. And when she pulled up near my place to drop me off, she demanded a long, burning kiss that stretched on for dozens of seconds.

I came back to the studio and tried to put the long, exhausting day to bed.

Lee Jiseon, home at last, sent me a photo of her panties, soaked through ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠where my cum had leaked out of her. Along with it came a message: she'd stuffed a tampon in to hold onto whatever was still left inside her pussy.

Park Eunjeong had blown up my phone too. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠A whole string of useless chatter — how many customers had come into the karaoke bar, what kind of people they'd been. Buried in the middle of all that noise were several messages admitting that she was sitting at the counter, touching her pussy while she thought about me, careful not to let the customers notice.

Eunjeong really was an adorable little married woman. I sent her a "good work today," then added that I wouldn't see her again until she offered up her daughter Hyejin to me — so she'd better hurry. That one made her break down sobbing.

There were messages from Jeong Sangmi's daughter, Lee Jueun, as well.

Just everyday stuff — how her day had gone, that kind of thing. I'd been too busy to even read them, let alone reply, and she'd just kept sending them anyway, steady and relentless. The girl already had a boyfriend. What a shameless little thing.

I killed some time with a game, and it wasn't until midnight that I finally messaged her back. I'd assumed she'd be asleep. Instead she lit up the second I appeared, sulking about why I hadn't answered.

Of course it was embarrassing. I'd planted a suggestion that the more shameful the things she said and did in front of me, the deeper she'd sink into all of it. Which meant Lee Jueun would never, for the rest of her life, be able to stop confessing her dirty little secrets to me.

I was honestly surprised. Just like all the other sex slaves, Jueun had a suggestion on her that made it impossible to lie to me.

Bold and precious, both at once. In this day and age, a young woman with a mindset that good actually existed...!

Yeah. Lee Jueun wasn't like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Jeong Sangmi or Park Eunjeong. Keeping her as a bitch sex slave to play with would be a waste. Better to just let this thing between us keep going the way it was.

She was beautiful. So this was what people meant when they said a pretty face came with a pretty heart.

Her mother, Jeong Sangmi, had looked down on me like I was nothing. And now that Sangmi had popped into my head, it was about time I tormented that bitch a little too.

She hadn't contacted me all day? After spending the entire time at home and at the office thinking about me, secretly masturbating like a lunatic?

I eased us into dirty talk. And not just any dirty talk — I was using Jueun's own mother as the side dish.

I was curious how she'd react.

But from now on, she wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it. And the more she thought about it, the more her eyes would open onto that forbidden sexual territory — and the more she'd taste the pleasure of sinking deeper into corruption.

Lee Jueun's instinct.

A complete mess. Heheheh.