27. Daughter's Screw-Up Means Mom Pays the Price 2
“Ah…”
Kim Il-woo stared down at his friend's mother with a gaze that was deadly serious, utterly unyielding, not a shred of mercy in his eyes.
‘No. That's not how you look at a friend's mom... That's...’
It was the twisted, gleaming lust of a man eyeing not a woman, but an object—or a bitch in heat. Lee Seo-yoon could tell he was dead serious about sending the video to Ara if she slipped up even once, so with tears welling in her eyes, she squatted down on the bench just as he ordered, her panties fully exposed.
‘Never wearing a pencil skirt again...’
This skirt clung so tightly to her lower body that it accentuated her curves beautifully, but it made spreading her legs more than a little impossible. To part them wide enough for her panties to show as he demanded, she had to unzip it all the way and hike it up over her hips—leaving her bottom half essentially naked.
“Hic…”
A whimpering sob escaped her, laced with fear that someone might see. She bit her lip, trying to swallow the humiliation, but it was no use against the emotions overflowing now. And as the married woman trembled in shame, he captured every bit of it on his phone, then pulled out a lipstick and started scrawling on the top of her foot.
“W-what are you…?”
With the red lipstick, he wrote ‘COCK’ on one foot and ‘HOME’ on the other—lewd, degrading words that burned with humiliation.
“It'll show! Even with heels on, it'll definitely show...! Please, give me back my stockings...!”
Now that she could imagine the depraved things he'd make her do next, Lee Seo-yoon clung to him, practically begging.
“We're not done yet. Undo a few buttons on your blouse and show me your belly.”
“...Here? More?”
“I told you, no patience today. Show it.”
With shaking hands, Lee Seo-yoon undid just the bottom buttons of her blouse, exposing her stomach. The blouse had a double lining that usually prevented her underwear from showing through even if worn alone—but now her pale skin and peach-colored bra were right there for him to see.
“Ara's mom, you're secretly a total perv, huh? Working all day in just a blouse like that?”
“…”
Who could've imagined a curvy office lady like her handling a full day at work in nothing but a blouse? She usually wore an undershirt to avoid any see-through mishaps, but today was all desk work, so she'd gone light—and that had backfired spectacularly. Giggling like a kid, Kim Il-woo scrawled ‘DOG PUSSY’ in huge letters across her pale belly with the lipstick.
“From now on, if those words on your belly or feet smudge, you're in for it. Oh, sweat or heels rubbing it off? I'll let that slide.”
“You crazy piece of trash…”
“That's all you've got? We've got plenty more to do.”
Tears glistening in her eyes at being treated like livestock, Lee Seo-yoon spat curses without restraint. Kim Il-woo just sneered at her like it was just the beginning, something to look forward to, then undid his belt buckle and stood before her.
“Without using your hands, in that position—take off my pants and underwear with your mouth.”
“…”
Lee Seo-yoon faced the trash shoved right in her face. Her eyes, speckled with humiliation, flickered with conflict, but she had no choice. Whether from the shame or the terror of getting caught, her lips trembled as she gripped his zipper with her teeth and slowly tugged it down.
Ziiiip.
As the zipper descended, the massively swollen front of his underwear bulged out, thrusting its presence right in her face like it had been waiting. Even through the fabric, she could feel the throbbing excitement of his cock.
“Gulp…”
Lee Seo-yoon swallowed dryly from the tension, her face hardening with resolve as she brought her mouth to her daughter's friend's underwear. She bit down hard on the waistband, teeth clenched to minimize contact—but she couldn't block the pulsing against her cheek, the scorching heat like it might burn her, or the thick, musky male scent teasing her nose.
“Hnnngh…”
A lewd moan, hot and muffled, leaked from Lee Seo-yoon's mouth as she slowly dragged the underwear down with her teeth. Kim Il-woo savored her humiliated face with eyes gleaming in base desire, tensing his hips—and his cock sprang free from the fabric like a coiled spring.
Slap!
“Eek!”
Lee Seo-yoon's sharp scream echoed faintly through the quiet park as the cock whipped across her cheek.
‘I've never even been slapped before...’
Violence was a distant concept for a woman who'd lived a smooth, pampered life. To her, who'd never taken so much as a light slap, this was utter degradation.
‘And this is already the second time...’
The first was when she'd let that trash into her room, unable to refuse his outrageous plea to relieve his lust—and his cock had smacked her cheek then too. She'd thought it an accident at the time, but looking back now, it was pure intent.
“Suck it.”
His grotesque cock throbbed grotesquely before her eyes, his vile nature on full display. Lee Seo-yoon parted her thick lips, painted red with lipstick, and took it into her mouth.
“Wuugh…”
Her face twisted at the thick male musk flooding her mouth and the stabbing pain in her throat.
“Lick it like it's candy. Use your tongue.”
“Wu… wuugh… slurp, schlick…”
She had no right to refuse, so the best was to end this fast. To make this lust monster cum quick, she ramped up the blowjob, swirling her tongue all over the shaft and deepthroating voluntarily to speed things along. Kim Il-woo looked pretty satisfied.
“Whore by morning, huh?”
“Hnnngh…!”
Unable to hold back at his crude assessment, Lee Seo-yoon glared up at him with sharp, tearing eyes. On his phone screen, her face—stuffed with cock, eyes blazing with hostility—was a stunning work of art, impossible to capture anywhere else. Half-naked, with vulgar lipstick scrawls on her body, it only looked more obscene.
“Doesn't matter. You're just my cocksleeve anyway.”
To drive home her place, Kim Il-woo grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head hard between his legs.
“Wugh?!”
She felt her lips tremble around his cock from the pain and the thrust into her throat. When he released her hair, she jerked her head back in a panic—but kept the cock in her mouth.
“Good girl. Keep sucking like that.”
“Hnnngh… slurp… smooch…”
With a look of resignation, Lee Seo-yoon kept up the blowjob service, squatting on the bench. As he reveled in his friend's mom's service, he pulled a mask from his pocket.
“Hnnngh?”
When Kim Il-woo produced a plain black droplet-blocking mask, a questioning moan leaked from Lee Seo-yoon's cock-filled mouth.
Crunch!
“Hwwugh?!”
He grabbed her hair again, shaking her head back and forth sloppily to sate his lust. Lee Seo-yoon felt dizzy from the throat-fucking and the motion, panting for several minutes.
“Puhaah?!”
Suddenly, the cock filling her mouth was yanked out.
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
Through tear-blurred vision, she saw the cock throbbing, spewing thick white semen.
“W-what…?”
Lee Seo-yoon froze at the sight. He was cumming into the inside of the mask he'd pulled out moments ago. She watched the black fabric soak with cloudy cum, dread washing over her.
And that dread arrived in the worst way.
“Put on the mask.”
“...What? Are you insane?”
Forcing her to wear a mask slimy with his fishy, floral cum—he'd clearly lost his mind.
“Don't want to? Fine, but your face goes public then?”
“M-my face?”
“Yeah. Stay right there in that pose, don't move a step, and masturbate until another guy shows up.”
The words hit Lee Seo-yoon like a shock that shut down her brain.
“So if you don't want your face out there, put on the mask.”
“Y-you psycho! I c-can't! No way…! Aaaah?!”
She screamed shrilly as he yanked her hair like he meant to rip it out.
“I told you—I'm pissed at Ara today. Your only choice is how you satisfy me.”
“Ugh…!”
Kim Il-woo roughly let go, and Lee Seo-yoon collapsed onto the bench like a ragdoll. The impact undid the knot holding her hair up front, leaving her clothes disheveled and hair tousled—her pitiful, sensual figure stirring anyone's protective instincts.
“Masturbate. No touching your body or filming that. Do it right in front of a guy, then take his cum in your heels.”
“…”
Collapsed sideways on the bench, Lee Seo-yoon didn't respond, so Kim Il-woo dropped the cum-filled mask beside her like it was her problem now and hid nearby.