An Unescapable Snare 2
'A married woman reacting more innocently than a virgin.' It was a moment that revealed Lee Seo-yoon's moral compass. She'd probably lived suppressing her womanly desires through her bland, passionless nights with her husband, and then after losing him, focused solely on raising her daughter properly.
Kim Il-woo's heart raced at the thrill of defiling this virtuous woman with his own color, and he plunged his fingers straight into her panties.
"Hup?!"
Lee Seo-yoon let out a muffled scream at the sensation of the thick, rough male fingers slipping past her stockings and panties in one go. The relatively cool fingers—cool against her heightened body temperature—felt vividly intrusive. A chill ran down her spine as they grazed her mound like a tongue lapping at it.
"Hngh... mmph, chup, hnnngh..."
With her upper mouth relentlessly toyed with, and the man's fingers teasing around her lower mouth like a slow burn, Lee Seo-yoon felt her mind unraveling. The fingers savored the skin around her secret garden like a lick, then abruptly halted—before thrusting deep inside in one swift motion.
Thrust!
Her waist bucked, threatening to collapse, but the fingers impaling her pussy shoved harder, forcing her upright. Tense muscles clamped down like they might sever his fingers, while the writhing inner walls clung meticulously, as if appraising the invading object.
"Hoo..."
"Haht...!"
As if waiting for her lower mouth to be penetrated, their lips finally parted. Kim Il-woo exhaled a low, satisfied breath, while Lee Seo-yoon whimpered softly at the faint heat rising from her lower body.
"Gotta loosen this up first, or it'll hurt."
Kim Il-woo leaned down to whisper in the ear of his friend's mother—who was bowed in shame—that she should prepare herself like this next time.
"I-Il-woo...!"
Lee Seo-yoon had received caresses from her husband now and then, but never so blatant and sudden; the stark contrast left her gasping in protest amid the disorientation.
Like soothing a struggling virgin, Kim Il-woo patted her back while starting to slide his buried fingers back and forth.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Haaah...!"
Her waist dipped forward, as if about to crumple. Kim Il-woo wouldn't allow it—each time it tilted, he stabbed deeper and harder into his friend's mother's pussy, yanking her upright like a tug-of-war.
"Ah, ahh...! Hah...?!"
It was a losing battle for Lee Seo-yoon, who could only be ravaged. Her head trembled, her bundled hair quivering with it, drooping low.
His eyes caught the pale nape visible above her black jacket. Beaded with sweat—whether from tension or rising arousal—it looked erotic. He brought his mouth to it.
Smack.
"Hik?!"
She, head bowed and shuddering with mounting excitement and fear, yelped cutely at the chilling contact on her nape.
Lee Seo-yoon jerked her head up to stare at Kim Il-woo. Her dark eyes shook like an earthquake, silently demanding what he'd just done.
Squish!
"Hahk?!"
Meeting her gaze, Kim Il-woo drove his fingers deeper and harder; as expected, the woman before him jolted like she'd been launched backward.
'Fun.' It reminded him of a childhood toy that squeaked when pressed.
'But this toy's way prettier—and way more satisfying to break.'
Grinning wickedly like a kid with a new plaything, Kim Il-woo relentlessly fingered her pussy to keep her off-balance while slowly stripping her clothes.
"Hngh... I-Il-woo... w-wait...!"
Even as she felt her clothes peeling away one by one, exposing her nakedness, Lee Seo-yoon couldn't resist. Her prim white blouse crumpled and fell to the cheap motel floor.
Soon, she was down to just her sky-blue bra and matching panties, plus black stockings—half-naked, clinging to her daughter's friend's arm as it churned inside her panties. Her whole body trembled, on the verge of collapse.
Squelch.
"Haaht...!"
Kim Il-woo's hand finally withdrew from her panties. Seeing his fingers emerge from between her legs, slick with her sticky juices, filled her with shame.
'S-so wet...'
She felt the center of her sky-blue panties grow damp, the stain spreading instantly. It was so sticky she wanted to rip off the stockings and panties right then—but that would leave her utterly exposed. Deciding humiliation was the lesser evil, Lee Seo-yoon covered her skin as best she could with both arms.
'Teasing me? What the hell?' Like last time, this woman seemed oblivious to how sensual and alluring her body was. Her face flushed with humiliation and shame, arms futilely shielding her breasts and soaked panty crotch—it was so voluptuous it could shatter reason.
"I-Il-woo. Don't put it in. Let Auntie relieve you some other way, like last time...?"
Backing out now would look bad, but if it meant protecting her body, she'd swallow even greater humiliation. She trailed off suggestively.
'Ah, no dice.'
He'd stripped naked to follow her lead, brazenly displaying his raging cock. That beastly shaft, pulsing with endless lust, looked far from sated by anything short of full release.
Thud.
"Ah...?"
Needing no more words, Kim Il-woo shoved her lightly; she toppled onto the bed like a fallen leaf.
The unfamiliar motel ceiling she'd seen once before filled her vision.
Rip!
A brutal tearing sound came from her chest as he yanked off her sky-blue bra—no gentleness for the beast. Her heated body and breasts, confined all day, felt the rush of liberation—but now, it terrified her.
Riiip! Riiiip!
He tore away her stockings without a care, peeling them like shed skin. As the last scraps vanished from her lower body, cold dread crept in, gnawing at her.
Even the final panty was stripped by the beast's hand and flung away. Lee Seo-yoon swallowed rising tears, desperately covering her breasts and crotch with her hands to lessen the shame.
"..."
Kim Il-woo gazed down at her futile struggles, then impassively spread her legs wide.
"Eut..."
Cool air hit her dripping crotch; she whimpered softly. As humiliation and sorrow threatened to consume her, a bolt of clarity struck.
"W-wait!"
The once-submissive Lee Seo-yoon shoved hard against the man straddling her, shouting.
"C-condom! You have to wear a condom!"
Last time, she'd been blackout drunk and crossed the point of no return. But now, sober, this was her utmost resistance. Her tone brooked no argument: no condom, and it all ends here.
"Tch..."
Kim Il-woo clicked his tongue softly, but he didn't mind the spice of her defiance.
"Mom, but there aren't any condoms. What now?"
Of course, he had no intention of preparing any—he planned to kiss her womb raw.
Her trembling fingertip pointed to one spot: the small bag she'd brought. Rummaging inside revealed a box of condoms.
'Came out ready to sacrifice for her daughter, huh.' A diligent, responsible woman like her wouldn't carry condoms otherwise.
Shaking the box tauntingly as he approached, he watched her drop her head in utter despair, face screaming she wanted to die.
"Mom, put the condom on for me?"
"What?!"
She recoiled in horror at his playful demand.
"I've never done it with one before."
It was true. He knew how, but had never bothered.
'Always raw with girls anyway.' He hadn't bedded tons of women, but whenever he did—like with Ara—he went bareback and came irresponsibly inside. The girls' hollow, pissed-off faces afterward were such a rush.
"How hard can putting on a condom be?! Do it yourself."
Realizing he was toying with her, Lee Seo-yoon snapped irritably.
Kim Il-woo slipped it on deftly, as if it were nothing. "Fine, I did the condom. Now grant me one favor?"
"W-what are you gonna do?"
She swallowed dryly, tense.
He twisted his lips in amusement. "On all fours."
"...What?"
The cold command ditched all politeness. Lee Seo-yoon shrank from his suddenly serious aura.
'On... all fours...?'
She wasn't stupid. She'd only done missionary with her husband—limited experience—but she knew exactly what he meant. The difference between lovemaking in a beloved's embrace and this animalistic position for raw lust.