The Swallow That Repays Kindness - 4
Yun Jiyeon's head bobbed closer, then farther, as she took me into her mouth.
Slurp— suck— slurp— suck—
I had no idea how things had gotten to this point.
Was it the alcohol?
She had drunk quite a bit herself.
But what about that line from yesterday—about how she'd watched over me at the convenience store and in bed?
"Mmmpph..!!"
"Ah..!!"
I didn't know.
No—it didn't matter.
Right now, all I wanted was to lose myself in this.
"Ugh..!!"
I had never been taken this deep before. My tip disappeared so far into her throat I couldn't even tell where it had gone. She made strained little sounds of struggle and still refused to stop.
"Pwah!! Haa..! Haaa..!!"
"Ajumma.."
She finally pulled off me. Even as her breathing stayed ragged, she tugged the underwear and pants still hanging off my thighs the rest of the way down, as if to say I wasn't allowed to ask a single question. Then she cupped the head of my cock in a soft hand, fingers fidgeting, and dragged that plump, pliant tongue up and down the shaft standing straight between us.
"Aaaah..!!"
So this was what a married woman could do?
Her skill was on another level entirely.
The tongue that had been licking my shaft and the hand that had been rubbing the tip switched places.
"Nngh..!!"
That soft tongue coiled around the head, tormenting it, then pressed against the slit and teased it with light, deliberate strokes. She took the tip into her mouth again, sucked hard, and lifted her head.
A long string of spit stretched from the tip of her tongue and spilled thickly over the head of my cock.
Her soft hand wrapped around the thoroughly wet tip again and rubbed it with those same fidgeting little motions.
"W-wait a second..! If you keep going I'm going to—!"
"You can come. Just tell me before you do."
"Nnngh..!!!"
The second the words left her mouth she was licking my shaft again. Only this time, instead of sweeping upward from the base, she dragged her tongue from the tip all the way down. Lower and lower, until—
"Oh, fuck..!"
—she sucked my balls into her mouth and rolled them around with her tongue.
Was Yun Jiyeon just that good? Or had her husband been that good?
How the hell did she have skills this insane..!
"Haaa.. haaa.. haaa.."
Her heated breath tickled against my cock. She lifted her head and looked up at me with eyes as pure and innocent as Eunsol's.
"Sunwoo... does it feel good..?"
"It feels more than good..."
"I'm glad.. I've never done this before, so I wasn't sure how it would go..."
"What??"
"The internet said this is how you're supposed to do it.. So I'll keep going."
"Ohhh..!!!"
This was her first time?
Whatever. It felt incredible.
That boldness—licking and sucking without a single hesitation, no place off-limits—delivered a pleasure so pure it was almost transcendent. I couldn't hold back any longer.
"I'm going to come..!!"
"Mmmpph..!"
At my warning she took me into her mouth again, swirling her tongue around the head. One hand gently massaged my balls while the other roughly stroked my shaft.
The climax that had been building so fast finally exploded.
And I poured it out.
My cum, straight into Yun Jiyeon's mouth...
Spurt!! Spurt!! Spurt!! Spurt!! Spurt!!
"Mmmpph..! Mmph...!"
Even then she kept working her hands. Kept sucking with that fierce vacuum pull. As if she meant to wring out every last drop.
"Hah..! Hah..! Hah..!"
I'd done nothing but receive, and I was already gasping for air. That was how overwhelming the pleasure had been.
And the visual of it was enough to drive a man insane on its own.
"Nnngh..."
"......"
She cupped both hands under her chin and let my cum drip from her slightly extended tongue. After letting about half of it spill out, she closed her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut.
Gulp..!
Holy shit...
It was so filthy and so erotic I almost swore out loud.
Yun Jiyeon grabbed a tissue and hurriedly wiped the cum from her hands, then tossed back what was left in her glass to rinse her mouth.
"Haa.. haa.. haa.."
"Ajumma.."
"Sunwoo..."
That was the spark.
The second our eyes met we lunged at each other, tongues thrashing together as I pushed her down onto the sofa, her body winding around mine like she was trying to climb inside my skin.
Only thirty-five. Two years younger than I'd been before the regression—and this woman was devastating.
Rip— rip—
I tore the clothes off her body. She unbuttoned my shirt and stripped me just as fast. In seconds we were both bare.
One hand seized one of those full breasts while she lay on the sofa; the other pushed through the jungle between her legs, hunting for that hot, wet cave.
Squelch—
"Haaahnn..!!!!"
Wet didn't begin to cover it. Her juices were flooding so hard that my hand was soaked in an instant, like a cave overflowing after a downpour.
"Sunwoo..! That's enough.. put it in..! Please..!! Nngh!!!"
I decided to answer that desperate plea. I pulled my fingers free of the wet, squelching heat and settled between her thighs.
Sliiide—
The moment the tip touched her entrance, her pussy swallowed me like a black hole.
"Haaaaaa..!!!!"
Yun Jiyeon's back arched like a drawn bow as she clawed at the sofa. Even with how easily I'd gone in, she wasn't loose. It wasn't the crushing grip Eunsol had—but her walls clung to me with a sticky, living hunger, writhing and squeezing my cock.
Slap!!
"Haaang!!!!"
I drove my hips forward and the wet slap of flesh rang out loud. Not just any slap—soaked with her juices, it was obscenely wet and heavy.
"D-don't stop..! Sunw— haaahhnn!!!! Hwaang!!"
Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!!
I slammed my hips like a man possessed, driving my rock-hard cock into Yun Jiyeon without mercy. The flood of her juices made every thrust smooth—but those sticky walls refused to let go easily.
And this alone wasn't enough.
"Slurp!! Suck!! Suck!! Slurp!!"
"Hnn..! Haaang!! Hang!! Nngh-hang!!!"
I greedily sucked on the breasts that had once only fed her daughter, never stopping the roll of my hips. She fisted my hair and held me there as if begging me to take more. Her legs locked around my waist, and she lifted her hips in time with every thrust—as if to say I wasn't allowed to finish without permission.
"Yun Jiyeon..!!!"
"S-Sunwoo..! Cha Sunwoo..!!!!"
No titles. Just our names, raw, as we raced toward the edge.
And then—
"Why.. why...? Keep going..! Don't stop, just keep—!"
"......"
I stopped moving. Pulled my mouth off her breast. I stared down at Yun Jiyeon pinned beneath me, pleading—then slid my arms under her back and waist and lifted her clean off the sofa.
"Kyah!!"
She clung to me like a baby koala, my cock still buried inside her, as I walked the space between the sofa and the table. Every step drove me deeper; she shuddered and held on tighter.
Sliip—
I pulled my hips back and slid free. She eased away just enough to look up at me with pure, pitiful longing.
"Sunwoo..."
"Get down."
"......"
She thought it was over. Disappointment and resentment filled her eyes as she stared at me for a long moment. Then she unhooked her arms from my neck. The second I let go of her ass, her feet found the floor.
"I-I'm sorry.. Sunwoo... I lost my head for a second and— kyah!!!"
I swept my arm across the table. Bottles and plates crashed to the floor, filling the room with a clatter.
"S-Sunwoo..? Kyah!"
I spun her startled body around and pressed her down over the table.
"There we go."
It was a masterpiece. That narrow waist flaring out into full, generous hips. That insane ass.
Smack!!!
"Haaang!!!!"
My hand moved before I could think. Mid-thirties or not, that springy ass was right in front of me—I couldn't not hit it.
"Sunwoo.. haaugh..!!!!"
I spread those cheeks with both hands and drove into her.
Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!!
Every thrust shoved her farther up the table. I let go of her ass, grabbed both her wrists, and pulled them back—then slammed my hips home again, burying myself to the root.
"Haang!! Aang! Hwaang!! Hiyang!! Haeng!!!"
She cried out with her ass fully on display, bouncing with every impact. I yanked her wrists hard enough to lift her body and fucked her even harder.
"I-I can't..!! I can't..!!!! No more..!!! Aang!! Ang!!! Please st-stop..! Please stop..!!! Please... haaaaaaang!!!!!"
"Hah... hah... hah...."
Her juices poured down my thighs and soaked my groin. Yun Jiyeon lay sprawled across the table, eyes half-rolled, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth.
"Haaaa.. haaaa.. haaaa..."
That trembling breath was almost pitiful.
But I wasn't done.
Whoosh!!
"No... I can't..! I really.. can't... anymore... haaaat..!!!"
I hiked one of her legs up and drove back into that still-gaping pussy. For all her protests, her walls clamped down even harder—begging me to keep going.
I hooked that leg over my shoulder, locked it against my chest, and hammered my hips without mercy.
"Haang..! Ang..! Hwaang..! Hnn..!!"
Her body was still game, but her mind had hit its limit—her moans had almost completely died away. I didn't care.
I'd already come once from her mouth. A healthy twenty-year-old's second round took a long, long time—and by the time I finally emptied myself across her ass...
"......"
"Hah..! Hah..!"
...Yun Jiyeon couldn't even make a sound.
In the small hours of the morning, I carried Yun Jiyeon—passed out cold—home without anyone noticing.
Eunsol. Lee Naye. Kim Sua.
I got her into bed without drawing any of their eyes, went upstairs to my room, and slept straight through until lunch. When I finally came down to the living room—
"You're not at work..?"
I'd assumed she'd already left. Instead, Yun Jiyeon was sitting on the living room sofa. I spoke awkwardly as she stood, tucking the paper in my hand behind my back.
"I quit. I only had until the end of this month anyway."
Perfect timing, then. I could just say I'd picked it up on the way in last night and hand it over.
"I, uh, found this—"
"I'm sorry. Please forget about last night."
"What??"
"And I'm really sorry to ask this, but... I'd like you to move out. I'll refund the rent."
What the hell was this all of a sudden?
I'd expected things to be awkward. I had not expected her to throw me out of the house.
Had it been that bad for her..?
"Why all of a sudden? If this is about last night—"
"Last night!! Just forget it, please...."
"......"
I couldn't get a read on this woman at all. One minute she was going down on me; the next she was telling me to leave.
"What the hell are you even thinking??"
I'd gone upstairs and started packing—then I couldn't stand not understanding, so I came back down to confront her. I stopped dead outside her bedroom door at the sound of her voice spilling through.
"You idiot..!! What were you thinking..!!! You've got a husband and a daughter..! And he's only five years older than your own kid..!! You're crazy! Crazy!! Crazy..!!!! And.... if he finds out you're the landlord, it'll look like I threw myself at him for that... so I have to get him out. I'm too ashamed to look Sunwoo in the face again.... Hiiing...."
It wasn't just her voice. The sound of her punching a pillow and thrashing under the blankets came through crystal clear.
If that was the reason—then there was no need for me to leave at all.
"Guess I packed for nothing..."
I went back upstairs, unpacked what I'd stuffed into bags, and came back down with the paper I'd meant to give her earlier.
Better to stage a coincidence than just hand it over outright.
Housekeeper Wanted
— No fixed commute hours.
— No fixed working hours.
— Must be confident with cleaning.
— Must be confident with household management.
— 3,000,000 won per month.
I taped it carefully to the utility pole right outside the front gate so it wouldn't fall.
"Keep an empty house managed and do her a favor at the same time. Two birds, one stone."