13. Seeping Evil 2
In the heavy silence where a few seconds stretched out like an eternity, Lee Seo-yoon was the first to act. "C-come over here, dear."
Her voice trembled with tension as she led him back to her room. Whether it was fear of her daughter overhearing their scuffle in the hallway, or a mother's pride refusing to let her child witness what was about to unfold, one thing was clear: Lee Seo-yoon had brought her daughter's friend into her own bedroom of her own volition. A significant step.
Women with such a strong sense of responsibility are best broken with guilt, after all.
Her daughter had just been raped, leaving her in tears, and yet here she was, forced into this decision because she couldn't bear to create the same monster with her own hands. Kim Il-woo smirked inwardly at how smoothly things were going, slipping on his mask of the innocent young man as he slowly appraised the woman before him.
Though she'd brought him here to honor her own words, she now fidgeted uncertainly, twisting the ends of her hair bundled neatly in front of her chest. Why do women's rooms always smell so intoxicating?
The faint lavender scent mingled with the ripe, mature aroma of her body that he'd savored thoroughly the night before, stirring his lust. At this rate, they'd stay on parallel tracks forever, so Il-woo took the initiative, pulling Lee Seo-yoon into a light embrace.
"Il-woo..."
She seemed startled by the sudden hug but didn't push him away. Her body heat, slightly higher than average, seeped through. If she were naked, it would have been far more vivid, but this subtle warmth filtering through her thin house dress created an oddly tantalizing tease.
"N-not like last night, okay? You know that, right?"
Lee Seo-yoon preempted him, wary of him demanding another scorching encounter like before. You can't fill up on the first drink. He'd already taken a hefty first bite, but forcing her legs apart and ruining everything would be worse.
"Of course. Then..."
Il-woo stepped back and began fumbling with his pants. At the same time, he swiftly pulled his phone from his pocket, concealing it in his hand.
"..."
Lee Seo-yoon watched, her face flushing crimson, as her daughter's friend stripped off his pants right in front of her.
"Could you take off Mother's panties for me?"
"...What?"
Il-woo had deliberately left only his underwear on, requesting she remove that final scrap. The brazen demand left Lee Seo-yoon stunned, her eyes wide with shock.
"Il-woo, what on earth...?"
"You said full intercourse like last night is off-limits, so I'm trying to relieve my urges in some other way. Please?"
His absurd logic left her gaping, speechless. Whether offended by his treatment of her like a whore or simply furious, her face twisted in anger.
"Il-woo. Don't cross the line. I'm only helping ease your desires to make up for my mistake. I'm not your girlfriend, nor some woman you can toy with at will."
A firm, sharp refusal. That's more like it. Even steeped in shame and humiliation, her dignified refusal to break fueled his conquest lust beautifully.
"I'm sorry. I just lose control whenever I see Ara or Mother."
She flinched hard. Mentioning her daughter Choi Ara's name sent her body jolting as if electrocuted. The reminder of her near-relapse, tied to her child, proved too much; she turned her head aside, biting her lip to endure the fresh wave of humiliation.
Il-woo seized the moment her gaze averted, quickly starting the recording on his hidden phone and placing it on a nearby piece of furniture to capture everything.
With the phone set, he turned back to the married woman, her cheeks flushed with shame, and stripped off her last remaining panties.
"..."
He could feel her trembling eyes stealing glances at his lower half. His cock, dark and veiny like sticky shadows, grotesque and throbbing, stood tall defiantly, panting as if ready to devour the woman before him—a perfect embodiment of his raging desire.
Gulp...
Was it me? Or the ripe married woman in front of me? Someone's throat bobbed loudly with a swallow.
"I'll... I'll do it with my hands only, so be satisfied with that."
Her delicate, quivering hand reached tentatively toward his furious erection. The slender yet hot grip wrapped around it carefully, the sensation vivid.
"Nngh..."
Il-woo let out a small moan at the exquisite feel of her fingers, startling her into pulling away.
"D-did it hurt?"
"No. It felt... too good."
Donning his infuriatingly innocent mask, he shyly confessed, and like an infection, her own body heated up, flushing hot.
"Th-then..."
Unable to say more, she gripped his cock again. Internally, she recoiled at the sensation of it throbbing like a living thing in her hand, oozing precum.
Whoa... Are cocks always this hot, twitching like crazy?
Her nights with her husband had been quiet affairs: kisses, caresses, missionary when aroused enough, then done. Unbeknownst to her, her sensitive, wet body found it satisfying enough. With only one child—a daughter—she wasn't well-versed in men. Helping with a handjob was, in truth, her first time.
"Standing like this is awkward, so I'll sit on the bed."
"Y-yes, do that."
Il-woo naturally guided her toward his fantasy of seeing his friend's mom on her knees. He sat on the edge of the bed, and as she reached to hold him standing, the lowered position forced her to kneel just as he'd intended.
Now eye-level with the raging cock she'd barely noticed before, her pupils quivered uncontrollably.
Perfect angle.
Her confused face staring straight at his cock was perfectly framed. The sight of the elegant married woman kneeling in service was enough to make him cum several times over.
"Please continue, Mother."
Pretending to adjust his position, Il-woo swung his hips, slapping her cheek with his throbbing cock.
Smack!
"Ah?!"
Lee Seo-yoon let out a dazed yelp, unsure what had happened. Il-woo feigned apology, as if it were accidental.
"Oh, sorry, Mother. I was just shifting so you'd have an easier grip for the handjob."
"C-cock..."
Stunned by the cock looming right in her face and his crude wording, she stammered, frozen. This... this was inside me last night...
The firm texture that had slapped her cheek lingered, mingling with the thick musky scent assaulting her nose. Even in the dim light, she could vividly see it twitching, sticky precum trickling down the shaft.
Gulp...
She swallowed unconsciously, throat working. Il-woo savored the close-up of her prim face gazing up blankly at his glistening, lust-slicked cock.
Flexing it deliberately in front of her face, he watched her trembling eyes follow its jerks, rolling side to side—thoroughly amusing.
"Mother, please hurry."
He grabbed her dazed left hand, guiding it to grip his cock. Her fair hand instantly grew slick with precum, and the wedding ring on her finger—symbol of her love—was defiled in seconds by another man's lust.
"Ah..."
Her hazy expression sharpened as the hot, rigid heat registered in her palm, snapping her back to reality. Unaware of her ring's desecration, she began slowly stroking with a face twisted in humiliated urgency, desperate for this to end.
Tap, tap, tap.
Il-woo relished the soft touch of the married woman's hand and the faint scrape of her hard wedding ring. Her hand trembled occasionally, chilled by the hot, slick cock in her grasp.
"..."
Sitting on the edge of this married woman's bed, making his friend's mom jerk him off—an impossibility just days ago...
Especially that expression drowned in shame... it's unbearably arousing.
Unable to face the twitching cock head-on, she turned her head aside, peeking sidelong—stoking his sadism to perfection.