The Unintended Connection
"Haa..." I stared at the manager's ripe, exposed sex. Unlike her small breasts, this part of her looked quite potent. "Ugh...!" As the rich, musky scent wafted up, I leaned my face closer. The dampness and humidity hit the tip of my nose all at once.
"No, you can't... Junsu, ugh..."
"Slurp..." Instinct took precedence over reason. She probably made up some excuse to get away, just like I did. I had come here with the conviction that nothing would happen. I thought that because she was such a sharp, professional person, such a thing would never occur. Yet, here we were.
"Mm...!" The manager’s waist arched upward, and her sex tightened. The gap between this reaction and her usual demeanor was so extreme that it was almost cute. Having given birth to two children, she might be mentally strong, but she was clearly weak in this regard.
"Haa... haa..." She looked at me with half-lidded eyes. Her faint moans pierced my ears clearly.
"...You’re weak in this area too, Manager."
"...What did you just say?"
"I’m sorry..." Words weren't enough. I had to show her with my body.
"It’s not about being sorry, what did you—ugh?!" Ignoring her, I pressed my face back against her sex. I pushed my tongue deep into the welcoming opening, exploring the inside. A pleasure greater than drinking breast milk dominated my brain.
"Hup...!" Fearing that Seoi might wake up, the manager clamped a hand over her own mouth. Because her sex tightened every time she let out a moan, I had to pull my tongue out periodically.
"Slurp... *smack*."
"Ugh, huuu..." A loud sound echoed as I finished the intense oral session. I glanced toward Seoi just in case, but she was fast asleep, oblivious to the world. Well, once a baby falls asleep, they don't wake up unless it's incredibly noisy. And her mother wasn't exactly far away.
"...May I continue?"
"This isn't... the office, you know...?"
"That's right."
"Ugh..." Without waiting for consent, I finally brought my cock to her. Since she had already stripped it for me, I only needed to put on a condom.
"...It's big."
"Pardon?"
"Ah, no... it's nothing..."
I rubbed my glans against her sex. She teased me, as if she might or might not take it, but soon she dilated her opening to accept me. "Ugh, hnnng...!"
"...Haa." I swallowed the moan that threatened to escape and began to move my waist slowly. Since she was already slick with arousal, there was no need to tease her further.
"J-just a little, slowly...!"
"Okay..." Even if I didn't want to, I had no choice. Perhaps it was because her sex was tighter than I imagined, but it wasn't easy to push all the way in. Whenever my friends talked about "tight pussies," I had just brushed it off, never realizing such a thing truly existed. Thanks to that, the grip was even stronger.
"Haa... ugh..."
"Manager..."
"Yes...?"
"You're beautiful."
"Suddenly...?!" Pleased by the compliment, my cock slid in a bit deeper. I was only a little over halfway in, but it felt like a lot.
"Can I call you *Noona*?"
"What?! What is that—aaah..."
I enjoyed her reaction as I slowly swayed my hips. Her usual gentle composure was crumbling. I could see her trying to maintain her reason, no matter what.
"No... you can't..."
"...Why not?"
"What's not allowed... is not allowed!"
"...Then can I kiss you?"
"That... is also not allowed!"
As I tried to kiss her, she pushed my lips away. She looked at me with teary eyes, as if to say that this, at least, was off-limits.
"You should only do that with someone you like—mph?!"
I had been here before. With Mom, that is. *—You should only kiss someone you like.* She had told me that I should only kiss someone I liked, refusing to let me. I had eventually pushed through and gotten her permission then, too.
"Mph... hup...!" As I kissed her, her sex seemed to loosen, and my cock began to slide in deeper. The squelching sounds became more pronounced.
"Hup... haa..." Thick saliva stretched out, staining her upper body. The saliva flowed down her stomach and into her sex.
"Right now... I like you, Manager."
"Ah, no. You shouldn't, a young person like you...!"
"We've already come this far."
My brain was already ruined. Whenever I saw a woman, especially one who showed me such a cute side, I wanted to fuck her regardless of who she was. Even if she was a manager at my company with a husband. Even if we were family by blood.
"In the first place, you..."
If she really didn't want this, she could have gone to a sauna or booked two separate rooms, even if it cost more. She could have treated me with the same cold attitude she showed the assistant manager. But she didn't. We ended up here. Having already experienced the concept of a "sex partner," I felt no resistance. Today was, after all, just a fleeting happening that would end in one night.
"Ugh, hnnng...!" I thrust deeper, my speed gradually increasing. Her small breasts bounced slightly, stimulating my eyes.
"A-ah, no..."
"..."
Perhaps it was burdensome for her to do this while looking at my face. I was the type of person who thought it was fine, but she was not.
"Haa..."
"Please turn around."
"..."
Without a word, she turned around. She knelt on the sofa and pushed her hips back. Her gaping sex was clearly visible.
"Ugh...!" My cock slid in more easily than when I entered from the front. Perhaps because she had been stretched out, I was able to go all the way in.
"S-slowly..."
"Okay..."
I tried to move slowly, but my pace only quickened. I couldn't restrain myself because of the ripening atmosphere and her tightening sex.
"Junsu..."
Even though she said it wasn't allowed, she reached out and grabbed my arms. I held onto her and moved even faster.
"Ugh, ha, aaah, haaang...!"
"Haa... ugh..."
Unable to hold back the climax rising to its limit, I pushed my cock in to the hilt. My semen shot out, filling the tip of the condom.
"Ugh, huuu..."
Her sex, which was warm to begin with, felt even warmer. As I slowly pulled out, the condom, now a balloon of semen, popped out with a soft sound.
"It hurts too much."
"I'm sorry..."
That was the last thing the manager said to me today.
♠
"Waaaaah!!!"
"..."
"..."
I naturally woke up to Seoi's crying. They said she’d have a hard time if she woke up early, but she cried loudly as if an alarm had gone off the moment it hit 6:00 AM. The manager, who had already changed into a dress, got up to soothe Seoi.
"Ooh-goo~ Did you wake up~"
"..."
"Was it noisy? I'm sorry~"
"No... it's natural, after all..."
I responded in kind to the manager's attitude as she treated me as if nothing had happened.
"Oooh, ugh... *babble*!"
Seoi stopped crying before long. She looked at me with bright, sparkling eyes, giggling. She was staring at me, still naked from the waist up.
"Would you like to wash up first~?"
"Ah, yes... thank you..."
Unlike last night, when I had proudly shown off my body, today I covered myself with a robe. It was only when I stepped into the bathroom that I realized this was the robe the manager had been wearing.
"Huu..."
"Are you feeling alright~?"
"Yes... I'm fine. How about you, Manager?"
"I'm fine too~"
"Euu!"
Seoi seemed to be the most fine of all. We packed all our belongings and changed our clothes.
"..."
Perhaps because of what happened yesterday, the manager didn't ask me to turn around this time while she changed. Still, out of manners, I turned around to change my own clothes.
"Huu."
"Let's put the luggage in the locker~"
"Yes. I'll pull it."
"Thank you~ Ah, and..."
As I took the luggage, the manager whispered in a small voice. With a look of extreme embarrassment that she only showed to me:
"What happened yesterday... it never happened. Okay...?"
"...Of course."
We decided to forget about it. There was no point in remembering it forever. That made me wonder even more. What exactly did I want to do? I wasn't going to live like this forever.
♠
"I'm home..."
"You're a bit late, aren't you?"
"Oppa! Why are you just now getting back!"
"Oh, my son is home?"
The three of them welcomed me the moment I entered the house. One of them was watching TV in the living room.
"Did you eat?"
"No. I'm hungry."
I hadn't walked much—I’d taken a taxi and a train—but I was just as exhausted. I had wanted to at least have dinner with the manager, but Seoi had thrown a tantrum about wanting to go home, so we couldn't.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Ramen with a beaten egg. And green onions."
"Alright. Chaeyu, are you going to eat too?"
"No. I'll get fat."
"Don't come crying to me later when you're hungry."
"I won't~"
"..."
Fortunately, our house was peaceful. Well, it was only natural since I’d only been gone for one night.
"I'll eat well."
"Yes. Enjoy."
Whether by coincidence or design, the two of them sat in the same spots as last time. Mom brought the ramen she’d cooked without a word, and the atmosphere turned strange.
"...Why are you both acting like that?"
"What do you mean?"
"No... it's just that you keep staring at me..."
"I'm just looking because I'm glad my son is home."
"For that, your expressions aren't exactly—"
"So."
Chaeyu clung to my arm, making it burdensome to eat. I wanted to go to my room and eat alone, but I couldn't.
"How was it?"
"...How was what?"
"How was it with that manager person?"
"...I told you, nothing happened."
They didn't say anything, but Mom watched me, seemingly curious. She had even tucked her foot between my legs so I couldn't escape.
"Right. What could possibly happen?"
"...I just thought that if it were Oppa, it might have happened."
"True..."
"..."
I had nothing to say to the comment that it might have happened if it were me. Because it actually had. I could understand Chaeyu, but why was Mom agreeing with her...?
"Hmph. Then that's fine."
"Right. Eat up. It'll get soggy."
"..."
Only after their interrogation ended could I safely lift my chopsticks.
"Oh, that's right, Junsu."
"Yes?"
Dad, who had been watching TV quietly, called out to me.
"Next week, what was it... there's a wedding for an acquaintance of your uncle. Want to go together?"
"An acquaintance of my uncle?"
"Yes. It's a chance to go and say hello after a long time. Let's go together."
"Yes. Sure..."
"That's right, I heard your uncle got married recently."
"Yes. They said they even had a second child now."
My uncle got married while I was in the military. I was in the middle of training, so even though I knew it was his wedding, I couldn't get away.
"I want to go too!"
"Alright. Let's all go together. It'll be a good chance to introduce you."
"Dad. Do you have a picture of my aunt?"
"Hm? I do. Why?"
"I haven't met her yet, and I thought it might be awkward if I didn't recognize her when we got there."
"Ah~ wait a second... here."
Dad showed me a photo from my uncle's wedding.
"...?"
Wait, she looked familiar. A woman with her hair tied back and a gentle impression with narrow eyes.
"I want to see too!"
"...Here."
I dug through the invitation that had arrived earlier, and the names of the bride and groom appeared.
Groom: Ahn Jeong-se
Bride: Jang Yu-min
As soon as I saw the name, I remembered when the manager told me Seoi's name.
—It's Seoi. Ahn Seoi.
......What have I done with my aunt?