Chapter 11
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Side Menu - Landlord Mr. Lee and Seo Na-yeon (3)
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“Huh...?!”
Not her pussy, but wedged between her thighs—yet Mr. Lee's cock felt an even tighter pressure than plunging into most cunts.
Just like jerking off with his hand...
Na-yeon's thighs clamped down on Mr. Lee's cock with incredible strength... while the oil-slicked inner thighs delivered a soft, slippery sensation that was insanely smooth against his shaft.
As he rocked his hips back and forth in that position, a gasp escaped his lips—the pleasure shot straight from the base of his spine to the top of his head.
“W-Wait a sec...?!”
“What's wrong? Can't hold it in and gonna cum already?”
“N-No, wait, just... ugh!”
Na-yeon whispered sticky, teasing words right in his ear, amused by his flustered reaction.
“You fucking bastard... hold it in, you perv... You wanna blow your load from a thigh job with a girl young enough to be your daughter? Huh?”
Crude insults and belittling taunts poured from Na-yeon's mouth, but they only fueled him more. Mr. Lee gritted his teeth, desperately holding back his orgasm. The stimulation was that intense.
“Ugh...!”
His wandering hands finally grabbed fistfuls of Na-yeon's huge ass. The soft yet elastic contradiction filled his palms.
With her firm thighs still gripping his cock tight, the teasing sensation drove him mad. He tried moving his hips himself, but leaning against the wall made it unsatisfying.
“Tch... L-Lie down.”
“Huh...? What?”
Wild with lust, Mr. Lee slid his hands up from her ass to her slim waist and forced her down onto the floor.
“Eek!”
“Squeeze your thighs tight...!”
“Fine...”
Now fully sprawled over her like missionary position, Mr. Lee panted heavily and thrust his hips wildly. His cock glided through the oil-smeared runway of her inner thighs—the slick friction was mind-blowingly good. Lying her down and sliding between her thighs felt just like pounding a real pussy, making it even hotter.
“Hah... hah.”
“Ngh... ah.”
Schlick... schlick... schlick...
Using the oil as lube, his cock rubbed furiously between her thighs... brushing past the plump mound bulging under her white cotton panties.
“Ah!”
As his glans grazed her clit through the fabric, Na-yeon shuddered with a moan, her whole body trembling for a moment.
This feels just like dry humping for real.
Even a thigh job felt this amazing... How good would it be to actually stick it in her pussy? Mr. Lee lifted his hips slightly to tug at her panties, but...
Slap!
Na-yeon snapped back to reality and smacked his forearm, grabbing his wrist.
“Don't.”
“Tch... I've already seen your whole pussy anyway.”
“I told you—I'm married, so no pussy. Forgot the recording?”
“Urgh.”
Faced with her firm refusal, he gave up for now and kept enjoying the thigh fuck. Then he leaned down toward her face, lips puckered for a kiss, but...
“Jesus! I said no!”
“J-Just one little peck...?”
“No lips. No kissing—just cum already.”
“...”
No to this, no to that. He was getting pissed, but with that recording on her phone, he couldn't push too hard. Biting his lip, he grabbed her tits roughly and kneaded them hard—instead, she didn't stop him.
Squelch... squelch... schlick...
After rubbing his cock between her thighs for a while, the urge to cum surged again. This time, he couldn't hold back anymore and was about to blow...
You cheeky little slut... Time to fuck with you.
Right before cumming, Mr. Lee deliberately pressed his glans against her panty-covered mound and thrust hard. The fabric wrapped around his tip with a rip—and his cock slipped slightly inside along with the panties.
“...Huh?”
By the time Na-yeon realized, her white cotton panties had been pushed two knuckles deep into her pussy by his glans... His tip was now buried inside her, wrapped in the fabric. Wet heat from her inner walls pressed against it.
“Ah! You psycho!”
She flailed in shock, but the old man was still a man.
“Hold still!”
Thrilled by her panic, he pinned the squirming bitch down with his weight and unleashed his load mercilessly over the panties lodged in her pussy. Gush... gush... The refreshing release he hadn't felt in nearly ten years.
Shudder...
Mr. Lee panted, throwing his head back toward the ceiling. Tears even welled up in his eyes.
“Haa...”
She'd said no pussy, no way...
But in the end, she'd basically gotten half a creampie. Feeling sticky and gross, Na-yeon pulled the cum-soaked panties out of her pussy.
“God... what a mess.”
“Hah... hah... S-Sorry. Couldn't control it.”
“...”
“I'll waive the rent once, and toss in an extra 100,000 won! How's that?”
She glared at his shameless excuse, but what was done was done. Plus, she'd gotten the bonus cash. As Na-yeon grimly started putting her clothes back on, Mr. Lee grabbed her hand.
“Leaving already?”
“Huh...? You want seconds?”
“Yeah... Been so long, now I wanna go again...”
His cock was already rock-hard again, defying his age.
“Use your mouth this time.”
“...You sure about waiving rent twice?”
“Yeah... Suck me off quick, and I'll throw in pocket money. Deal?”
“...”
Na-yeon felt like a total whore, but surprisingly, it wasn't that bad. After the first round, it almost felt... routine.
Getting half-creampied pissed her off, sure, but what could she do? She'd come up here braced for full-on rape.
With that justification, she slipped her dress back on, grabbed his cock, and leaned in to take it in her mouth—but...
“Hold on.”
Mr. Lee stopped her and headed to the living room sofa, spreading his legs wide in the middle and sitting like a king.
“Kneel here and suck it.”
“...Right here?”
“Yeah. You agreed to do what I say.”
At first, Na-yeon had him wrapped around her finger—but as he adapted to the situation, Mr. Lee started taking control.
Damn, the money though!
400,000 won for a blowjob? Highway robbery. Mr. Lee, no stranger to hooker joints, knew even top-shelf office girls cost 200-300k for full service. Now that he'd gotten a taste, he couldn't help feeling greedy.
“...”
Na-yeon looked uneasy but knelt before the sofa as ordered, shoving her face between the throne-like Mr. Lee's crotch and taking his cock in her mouth.
Slurp... slurp...
Her head bobbed rhythmically with practiced ease. Her tongue wrapped around his shaft, teasing the sensitive glans.
“Urgh... ngh... Y-You're good.”
Slurp... slurp... slurp...
Receiving such expert head, Mr. Lee couldn't help feeling possessive over the young housewife before him. Better than his sexless wife of a decade—his sworn enemy. If this fresh young thing became his possession...? He wasn't rich enough for a full mistress, but he wanted "service" like this a few times a month from now on.
At the same time, burning jealousy flared toward her husband. That bastard gets this every day, huh? No wonder a young thing like her is so skilled.
“Haa... haa... How about paying rent with this every month?”
“...Huh?”
“From now on... instead of cash... no full fucks, but you drain my balls like this. Sound good?”
“Slurp... slurp... We'll see... slurp.”
Her eyes wide, mumbling around his cock—it looked so cheap and slutty. Of course, it turned him on even more.
Haa... haa...
Mr. Lee tilted his head back, clenching his asshole as his balls tightened—he was about to blow any second.
400,000 won was big money, but from a hot young thing like this? Worth it. And sure, she started with no pussy, just hands and mouth... but once she got used to it, wouldn't she spread her legs eventually?
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Lost in his fantasies, Mr. Lee could no longer hold back the rising surge.
“Urgh... C-Cumming!”
“Mmph...”
As his hips trembled, Na-yeon sensed the explosion coming and tried to pull her head back—but...
Grab.
His rough hand shot down, gripping her head as she tried to retreat.
“Fuck... You gotta take it all in your mouth for the money... ngh!”
Spurt! Spurt!
His semen flooded her mouth, filling it with hot spurts.
“Haa... That was fucking amazing... Here's the money we agreed on...”
“Ah... yeah.”
Na-yeon slipped her gray mini dress back on and took the cash from Mr. Lee.
God, I really feel like a whore now.
But she could justify it with her dire finances, burying the guilt.
Can't be helped. Broke as we are, gotta take what I can.
On the way back downstairs, Seo Na-yeon felt hot pussy juice gushing out, trickling down her thighs. She wiped it roughly with her hand before entering the house.
“Mom! What were you doing at Mr. Ajusshi's?”
“Huh?”
“You were there like two hours. How'd the rent go?”
“Hey, kids shouldn't worry about that stuff.”
Na-yeon always felt proud seeing her son, Kang Hyun-seong. Unlike her, who'd barely studied, Hyun-seong was brilliant—top of his class without even going to cram school. But sometimes his odd stares unnerved her... and his sharp mind made moments like this burdensome.
“Huh? Mom, you got pubes on your lips.”
“Wha—oh...”
She hurriedly wiped her mouth—a curly hair from sucking Mr. Lee's cock earlier. Her heart dropped. She sat her son down and pleaded earnestly.
“Hey, Hyun-seong. This is our secret from Dad, okay?”
“Huh? From Dad? About what...?”
“...Going up to Mr. Ajusshi's today. Got it?”
“Y-Yeah... got it.”
“Promise me. Okay?”
After wrangling the promise from her son, Na-yeon hid the 200,000 won in her secret kitchen cabinet spot. Anticipation bubbled up—pocket money like this every month?
A little hum escaped her lips unbidden.