The Weight of My Women
"Don't worry. I won't do anything like that."
"Really...?"
I held Chaeyu close and made a decision. I wouldn't let my women slip away. I would take care of them, properly.
"Yeah. Really."
Chaeyu shivered and pressed herself even closer to me. Through her thin silk pajamas, I could feel the immense, soft pressure of her body.
"Then, will you kiss me every single day?"
"...That's why I came here, isn't it?"
"Mm."
I gave her reassurance once more and pressed my lips to hers. The gentle movements, born from the peace of mind she’d regained, made my head spin.
"Haa..."
Perhaps because the knot in her heart had finally untied, Chaeyu became even more proactive. She pushed me down, moving her body as if she were trying to devour me.
"Oppa... ugh...!"
I rolled over, switching our positions. I had her get on all fours, bringing her hips right in front of me.
"Are we... doing it right now...?"
"You're already wet."
"Yeah..."
I pulled down her pants and panties in one go, rubbing my glans against her slit. As I slowly pushed inside, a quiet, squelching sound filled the room.
"H...!"
Chaeyu covered her mouth to keep from making a sound. Because she couldn't keep her balance, she stayed hunched over, her hips rising naturally to make it easier for me to thrust. As expected, her lush, fleshy walls tightened around my cock from every direction.
"Whew..."
Even when I moved incredibly slowly, the friction of our fluids made the sounds loud. I searched for that sweet spot—somewhere between fast and slow—where the noise was barely audible, and began to move.
"Ugh..."
"Be quiet..."
"I can't... hold it back..."
"Just try to endure it a little longer."
"No... I can't..."
It had always been this way; Chaeyu could never fully suppress her moans. Just like a biological urge that eventually explodes no matter how hard you try to hold it in, Chaeyu was the type whose moans would eventually burst out, so she had to at least let out shallow breaths.
"...Then lie flat."
"Mm..."
Chaeyu straightened her legs and lay completely flat on the bed. Our hips were pressed together, and I had to force her legs apart to find her entrance.
"...Ugh."
This was the position Chaeyu could endure the best. Because I didn't pull out and instead pressed deeper while still inside her, the stimulation was slightly less intense. Of course, for me, the tightness was so extreme that it was hard to hold back.
"Ha, ah..."
This time, I was the one who had to hold back. Forget about finishing—holding back the moans was the real challenge. When it came to pure physical sensation, my muscles ignored my brain and reacted immediately.
"...Mmm."
"*Sob*..."
I clung to Chaeyu, moving my waist up and down, rubbing our bodies together. Her softness and elasticity pushed against me, then pulled me back in.
"Huuu...!"
I grabbed the back of her hands and moved as fast as I could until I reached my limit. The sheets rustled loudly, but I didn't care.
"Ugh..."
"Ugh!"
Since I wasn't wearing a condom, the sensation was doubled. I pulled out quickly, and my ejaculated semen splattered onto her. I collapsed back onto her, staying there until I was finished. Her stomach was stained with my seed.
"Oppa..."
"Yeah."
"Don't ever leave... okay?"
"I told you I wouldn't..."
I stroked her hair and kissed her once more.
"Haa..."
"Go wash up first."
"Mm..."
Chaeyu wiggled her seductive hips as she headed to the shower. I had to lie there in a sticky, uncomfortable state until the semen dried. Still... it was a relief that Chaeyu was okay now.
'Ah... it's hot...'
The humid air drifted in through the window I’d opened wide for ventilation. I found myself wishing for a day when I could hold them both without any worries.
"Have a safe trip! See you later!"
"Yeah."
"Right. Make sure you eat well later."
"I will!"
The next morning. Chaeyu saw us off with a much brighter expression. As soon as we got in the car, Mom asked me.
"What did you two talk about yesterday? The girl is like a completely different person overnight."
"Ah... we just talked things through. Once I did, she understood."
The anxiety of potentially being separated from me. The fear that we might return to being a "normal" family. I had managed to brush away all those insecurities through our conversation. Most of it had been a "conversation of the body," of course.
"I see... That's a relief. I'm glad she seems better."
"Yeah, well... it is a relief."
"Do you have any worries, son?"
"Worries? I'm not sure..."
Of course, I had worries. How could I manage to live with all my women? Even though I’d decided to embrace them, the reality was that it was hard to even get started. The biggest problem was that none of them knew about the others.
"Not yet... I suppose if I had to say, it was Chaeyu's behavior. But that's resolved now."
"I see..."
Since I’d been the one driving lately, Mom took the wheel for a change. Thanks to that, I could focus entirely on my own thoughts, which was a load off my mind.
"But, tell me... Junsu."
"Yes?"
"You didn't... do anything like that, did you?"
"...Like what?"
"You know... hugging her... or anything more than that..."
"......I only hugged her."
Of course, that was the first thing Mom would worry about. Then again, she’d been in a power struggle with Chaeyu over dinner yesterday, so it was to be expected.
"......Should I hug you too, Mom?"
"What are you saying, child?!"
"Ah... that... I'm sorry."
I’d been feeling so emboldened that the words had slipped out before I could think. Mom, startled, hit my shoulder hard. It didn't hurt, though.
"...You startled me."
"I thought you might want one too..."
"Of course it's nice when you hug me, but..."
"......"
We arrived at the office in an awkward silence. We got out of the car at the same time and faced each other.
"Junsu."
"...Yes."
Mom stood in front of me after getting out of the car. A strange tension hung in the air, and Mom’s face flushed red.
"Will you hug me?"
"......Yes."
Mom spread her arms wide, and I embraced her. Because she’d spoken with that same coy tone as Chaeyu, I couldn't help but think she was cute.
"......"
Her breasts pressed against my chest, just below my heart. She hugged me tighter than I expected, and my heart rate spiked.
"Aren't you... hot?"
"I'm fine. I'm in Junsu's arms."
"......"
The pleasant scent of her shampoo tickled my nose. I was so captivated by the smell that my hands began to itch.
"...That's enough now."
"You look like you're still wanting more..."
"...We're at the office."
"...Right."
"Don't pretend you forgot on purpose..."
Considering we were at the office, it was ironic, especially since she’d given me a *paizuri* outside once before. Though, that had been quite a distance from the office building.
"Then, have a good day."
"Yes. You too, son."
"Yes—"
"Will you hug me again later?"
"...Anytime."
I arrived at the office feeling dazed from the lingering scent of Mom.
"Hello."
"You're here~"
The seating arrangement was still the same. I mean, what kind of insane company would move desks less than a month after changing them? The Assistant Manager sat in front of me, and my Aunt (Sookmo) sat right next to me.
"You look like you're in a good mood today~? I guess things got resolved~?"
"Yes. Thanks to you, Aunt—I mean, Manager Jang, it’s all resolved. You were right; explaining it properly worked."
"I'm so glad~ I was worried you might quit, you know~ Right, Assistant Manager?"
"Yes?!"
"Never mind~ Just give me the document I requested the day before yesterday~"
"......Thank you for your concern."
I really shouldn't have thought my Aunt was less scary than Mom when she was working—
"So."
"...Yes?"
My Aunt suddenly leaned in close. She whispered in my ear, as if to make sure no one else could hear.
"I believe I told you I had something to say to you, too~ You didn't forget, did you~?"
"...I remember."
In truth, I had completely forgotten because of Chaeyu. It really was one mountain after another.
"Shall we have lunch together later~?"
"Yes..."
I just prayed that whatever my Aunt wanted to talk about didn't involve our "situation."
"......"
The moment of truth. She’d mentioned it briefly in the morning, but my Aunt hadn't brought it up once while we worked. I’d been so distracted by it that I couldn't focus on my tasks at all.
"Aunt—I mean, Manager Jang."
"Yes~?"
We’d received our food and were sitting at the table. I could feel a heavy aura of seriousness radiating from her.
"About what you wanted to say..."
"Oh~ that~?"
She wore her usual relaxed expression. But behind that relaxed look, she was hiding some sharp fangs—
"There's nothing~"
"...Excuse me?"
...Is she serious?
"I just wanted to eat with you~ Did you actually believe me~?"
"You said it so seriously, of course I believed you..."
I thought I’d done something wrong, so it was a relief that it was just a joke. Though, for a joke, her expression had been incredibly sincere.
"Junsu, you’re surprisingly naive~"
"You’re just very thorough, Aunt."
"Man. A. Ger."
"Yes... Manager."
This is why I end up believing your lies, even when they’re so obvious.
"Hmm~ well, if I *had* to say something~ I suppose there is~?"
"What is it...?"
"That you seem to have your mind on other things~?"
"Ah... that... I'm sorry. I'll focus more—"
"That's not it~ Shouldn't you be thinking about *me* when we're alone~?"
"......"
We were sitting at a round table, and my Aunt had moved to sit right next to me. Her hand naturally began to slide up onto my thigh.
"Manager... aren't there a lot of people here...?"
"It's fine~ You just focus on your meal~"
"That's impossible..."
"I know~ I just wanted you to think only of me~"
"I'm already... thinking about you plenty, Aunt..."
"Liar."
"It's true..."
Thankfully, she pulled back, and my Aunt started to eat. To think she’d do something so bold in a place with so many people. Even if no one was paying attention to us, it was just too daring...
"Anyway, this lunch is delicious~"
"Yes... it is..."
She really knew how to change the subject quickly. Thankfully, it seemed like she was going to let the previous topic slide.
"Do you like pork cutlets, Junsu?"
"Yes. I like pork cutlets, and I eat Japanese food quite often."
"I see~ I like pork cutlets too~ Especially cheese pork cutlets~"
Today's menu was pork cutlet. Usually, they looked hot on the outside but were cold and hard by the time you got them, but today, the cheese pork cutlet was warm and delicious.
"Would you like a piece~?"
"Don't you want it?"
"No~ I'm full~"
"Then, thank you—"
"Ah~"
"...?"
She picked up a piece of the cutlet with her fork, twirling the melted cheese around it, and held it out to me. I was so stunned I couldn't say a word.
"I'll feed you~ Just like we usually do."
Like we usually do. Like when she fed me her breast milk. Though, "fed" was a stretch; it was more like I’d taken it from her.
"No, it's fine. I'll eat it mys—"
"Ah~"
"What are you two doing?"
A familiar voice suddenly cut through the air. I turned toward the sound and saw Mom standing there with her tray, staring at us.
"Mom...?"
"Oh my, Sister-in-law~ Hello~"
"Mind if I sit here?"
"Yes~ please do~"
Mom sat down with a displeased expression. She looked back and forth between me and my Aunt, then said:
"What are you doing right now?"
"Ahaha... well, you see~"
"......"
What is this hair-trigger situation?