Chapter 39
Chapter 39
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: MILF-001 (8)
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"...No way. How fucking lame is this."
Even though I'd slathered on the love oil, passing out just from a little pussy licking?
Checking her complexion, it wasn't even a brief blackout.
She was completely knocked out, consciousness utterly gone.
'Phew. Good thing she's breathing steadily. She's way too sensitive—gotta be more careful with the oil from now on.'
I gently laid her limp body on the sofa and scanned the room.
It was a chaotic mess that felt oddly familiar.
Piss, breast milk, and cum all mixed together—it was a total disaster zone.
"...Haa. Fuck my life as the cleanup crew."
I let out a deep sigh and grabbed a rag.
The floor was drenched in all sorts of bodily fluids.
Wiping it up with this tiny rag, a surge of anger suddenly boiled up.
Thinking about it, I hadn't gotten any real service out of this.
At best, a knee pillow and some breastfeeding handjob—that was it.
It was novel, sure, but hardly satisfying.
Hell, if she'd even blown me once, I wouldn't complain.
She just enjoyed herself solo and poofed—leaving my dick high and dry like a duck egg in the Nakdong River.
Naturally, my gaze drifted to her ass.
That plump, ripe butt was downright infuriating.
I was dying to climb on top and fuck her like a dog right then and there.
'Ugh. Still, rawdogging's too risky.'
Her affection level was barely at 58%.
Not low, but not high either.
If I got caught mid-creampie, all the trust I'd built would shatter in an instant.
"...Sigh. Guess it's another solo session. This shoot's a bust too."
For now, I decided to change her clothes.
She'd squirted so much her underwear and skirt were soaked through.
Left like that, she'd catch a cold nine times out of ten.
'At least get her into some pajamas or something.'
Rummaging through the closet, I found a few decent lace sets.
Plain compared to Choi A-ran's lingerie collection.
I picked the sexiest one and dressed her in it.
"Man. Even a killer body can be a hassle."
Undressing her was tough enough; putting clothes on was no joke either.
Her curves made it a workout—by the time I laid her on the bed, sweat beaded on my forehead.
With the cleanup done...
I stripped off my robe and tossed it in the laundry.
She wasn't the only one covered in fluids—I was drenched too.
'Sigh. Better jerk one out in the shower. Gotta text A-ran for some fap material.'
As I filled the tub and pulled out my phone with that in mind...
Her messages had beaten me to it. Five of them, no less.
📱 Incoming Messages [Having fun cheating around? No word from you at all?] [Who're you fucking today? Lucky bitch.] [Hey, you cheating bastard! Reply!] [This is all my fault for dating a sleazy dick like you.] [Just come back. I won't let you sleep all night.] While I was motorboating Han Sa-rang, Choi A-ran was losing it for entirely different reasons.
She'd played it cool and given me free rein to cheat, but my radio silence had her feeling some kind of unease.
To check her status, I opened the tablet.
Lonely and fed up, she was sprawled on the bed masturbating hard.
Her slender fingers teasing those pretty petals.
For fap fuel, she was watching some overseas femdom training vid.
A woman leashed like a dog, getting railed rough.
Midnight outdoor park training session.
'Hmm. Craving this kinda SM play, huh.'
I pulled up her Mind Chat right away.
🧠 MIND CHAT 🧠 [Aah♥︎ So fucking horny♥︎] [Wanna get trained like that. Should I ask him to do it once.] [He said he'd do kindergarten play before. Bet he remembers.] [Aah♥︎ Master♥︎ A-ran's lonely♥︎ Miss you, Master♥︎] [But seriously, pissing me off? Not even one opener text?] [Nngh♥︎ Guess that's part of the charm♥︎] [Haa♥︎ Master♥︎ Tame A-ran with that indifferent cock♥︎] "...What a total perv."
Reading her Mind Chat, she didn't even need training—she was primed.
Practically panting to spread her legs if I showed up.
Clashing with her usual haughty image, my dick throbbed hard.
Watching her masturbate, a fun idea hit me.
I needed fap material anyway—perfect chance for some phone sex.
Mind made up, I called her on video.
The sudden video call jolted A-ran mid-stroke.
🧠 MIND CHAT 🧠 [What? It's oppa? Video call even?] [Fuck! Didn't do my makeup right today!] [This sudden? What the hell!] [Gotta pretend I'm busy and hang up. Buy time to reset.] She rejected it and bolted to the vanity.
Fixed her makeup in seconds, changed clothes too.
Back looking as slutty and sexy as possible.
Cutting off her Master on his own? Ballsy.
But it was all to please him, so I'd let it slide.
She checked her selfie angles and curves one last time, then called back in her sultriest pose.
Hard to believe she'd been fingering herself moments ago—face pure ice queen.
🧠 MIND CHAT 🧠 [Phew. Not too late, right?] [Gotta apologize to oppa first. Might hurt his feelings and ghost me.] [No way he'd ignore me over one hang-up?] I dragged it out on purpose, letting her stew.
Lounging in the steaming tub, waiting for the perfect moment.
🧠 MIND CHAT 🧠 [What? Really ignoring? He's ghosting on purpose!] [Oppa, come on. Girls can't just pick up video calls anytime.] [Answer. My bad. Please answer.] Right as it was about to voicemail...
I picked up at the last second.
A-ran instantly hit me with sorry eyes and aegyo.
─Vrr♥︎ Oppa♥︎ Sorry♥︎ Was busy with something, couldn't pick up♥︎
I smirked at her cute act.
"What were you up to? Watching porn?"
She waved her hands frantically, denying it.
─No way! Why watch porn when I got you? A-ran doesn't do that.
"Hmm. You sure? Your cheeks look kinda flushed."
─Nooo. Just bold makeup. Anyway, where are you? Bathroom?
Unlike her, I didn't bullshit.
Straight answers only.
"Yeah. Washing up in the tub."
─That behind you... women's shampoo?
"Probably. Not mine, though."
─Wait, you're at some other bitch's place?
"Yup. Just knocked one out with motorboat action. She loved it."
Her face on screen crumpled, brows furrowing in hurt.
─Told you not to lick other toilets. Hurts my feelings.
"Nah, A-ran. Only one before you got pregnant—that's it. Not a toilet."
─Pregnant? What daughter?
"Oh. The one I met has a bit of an older sis vibe."
─Crazy. You hit on a married woman?
Her eyes bulged like saucers.
I grinned sheepishly and answered.
"Not married. Technically single mom. Young hot mom with a daughter. Kinda into MILFs."
Shocked by my wild tastes, she couldn't close her mouth.
─So? She's hot? Body? Compare to A-ran. Be objective.
Her jealous eyes bored into me.
I pondered her grilling.
They each had pros and cons.
A-ran had model proportions and killer skin.
Han Sa-rang's edge was that soft, plush MILF fuckmeat.
Though I hadn't properly railed Sa-rang yet.
"Hmm. If I had to judge, A-ran wins by a sweaty margin. Can't beat my wifey. Our compatibility's off the charts. What pussy could beat yours?"
She'd been nervous inside; "sweaty win" got a relieved sigh.
Then a smug grin.
─No pussy beats A-ran's♥︎ Master's exclusive♥︎
Time to cash in a wish coupon on her.
For killer phone sex, something pervy.
"Anyway, A-ran. Oppa hasn't cum proper yet. Partner tapped out too quick."
─For real? Want me to come over? Been ages since I sucked you off.
"Haha, tricky. Phone sex instead?"
─Phone? Like this video call?
"Yeah. You do naughty stuff, I can bust. Porn doesn't work since tasting you."
─Pfft. Makes sense—with a hornier girl always ready, why would it?
"Got that leftover wish? Use it: strip to panties, masturbate outside. Rooftop if possible."
I mirrored the vid she'd been watching.
Outdoor exposure: great visuals, natural training.
Get her used to humiliation, she'll get bolder, less resistant.
Eventually, leashed naked walks like a dog.
She hesitated at my risky demand, cheeks flushing shyly.
Then accepted with fake reluctance.
─Fiiine♥︎ Only for oppa♥︎ You take responsibility if caught♥︎
Mask on, she prepped for her rooftop wank show.