Chapter 9
"Slurp, smack... chu, kiss."
"Ah, ahhh...?"
Kim Il-woo pistoned his hips relentlessly, licking and sucking at Lee Seo-yoon's nape while leaving kiss marks all over it. It was his way of marking his territory—a blatant warning that this woman was his, and no one else's.
Shiver!
Lee Seo-yoon, tasting a man for the first time in ages, couldn't withstand the intense arousal surging through her as he teased her sensitive neck. Her body quivered uncontrollably. Unconsciously, she clutched the man straddling her waist tightly, her toes curling and uncurling in a lewd dance as if desperate to expel the building pleasure.
"Haaah?!"
Splash!
The lewd squelching from their joined bodies grew louder until Lee Seo-yoon's overflowing ecstasy burst forth as tears of arousal, gushing out in a torrent.
The musky scent of male sweat mingled with the woman's faint, erotic bodily fragrance, blending their smells into one.
"Did you cum again, Mother?"
Kim Il-woo whispered teasingly into his friend's mother's ear nonstop while slamming his hips forward.
"Hngh...!"
Even in her drunken haze, she seemed to realize she was getting fucked by her daughter's friend and twisted her hips to escape—but her pussy clenched tighter with every word he spoke.
Unaware of her endless small climaxes, he devoured his friend's mother relentlessly, sating his desires.
Squeeze!
"Hngh?!"
As he nipped her earlobe after teasing her nape, her hips bucked wildly, nearly launching off the bed.
"Your ears are sensitive, huh, Mother."
Kim Il-woo stuck out his tongue long and flat, licking her ear sticky from lobe to helix. Her pussy clamped down even harder on his cock.
Splash!
"Didn't know you were such a squirter."
He felt her juices flooding their connection.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Hngh?! Ah?! Haa, s-slow... more...!"
Lee Seo-yoon hugged the man on her belly even tighter, panting sweetly. Her voice was so sultry and needy it was hard to believe this was the same elegant woman.
"If I'd known you were this slutty, I would've fucked you ages ago. What a shame."
He regretted missing the chance to ravage her prime MILF body in her thirties, but now he could devour her at will. Kim Il-woo let his dark intentions show without restraint.
"Uh, haaaang! Gasp?! Mmph?!"
Kim Il-woo seized his panting friend's mother's lips in one swift motion.
Her half-lidded, glazed eyes widened further as she recognized the man atop her. The slight sag of her eyes filled with shock.
"Mmph?! Mmmph! W-Wai...! Slurp, smack?!"
Realizing she was entangled with her daughter's friend, Lee Seo-yoon tried to turn away to refuse the kiss, but he pursued relentlessly, plunging into a deep French kiss.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Kim Il-woo drove his hips harder and deeper, forcing pleasure into the slightly sobering woman.
Shiver!
Her married body, now aware of the taboo, trembled in guilty ecstasy before climaxing hard.
"Hnnngh?!"
Squirt!
As if suddenly registering all the pent-up pleasure from her drunken stupor, she squirted like a dam bursting, her muffled scream vibrating in his mouth.
Savoring the warm gush battering his lower belly, Kim Il-woo crushed her beneath him and thrust savagely.
Slam!
Gush! Gush! Gush!
No sooner had his cock burrowed to her deepest depths than he unleashed his seed.
"Mmph? Mmmph?! Nghhh...!!!"
Her eyes, briefly clearing, clouded over again in ecstasy. The invading fullness piercing her core swelled and receded, stacking hot, molten semen layer by layer in rapturous bliss. Her whole body sang with joy.
In the throes of her orgasm, she dug her nails into the beast atop her, scarring his back. No affection—just deep, sloppy tongue-twining that starved her of air until her mind went white.
"Haaa..."
With a deflating sigh, her convulsing body went limp like a puppet with cut strings.
Twitch, twitch.
The married woman, limbs splayed, could only twitch as the male atop her emptied his lust.
Their lips parted with a sticky thread of saliva stretching sensually.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
"You loved it too, didn't you, Mother? We've got plenty of time—let's enjoy more."
Her dazed eyes stared at the beast straddling her, oblivious that this was the monster who'd ravaged her precious daughter moments ago. She'd become nothing but a vessel for his filthy desires.
After hours of brutal ravaging, the married woman lay sprawled on the cheap bed, limbs limp.
The refined noblewoman was gone, replaced by a lewd slut glistening with saliva everywhere.
Her porcelain skin was covered in obscene hickeys, her once-neatly pinned hair a tangled web clinging to her sweat-slicked body.
"Heh...?"
The kind, pure mother's face was nowhere; confusion clouded her features—what had just happened?
Her earthquake-shaking black eyes scanned wildly before locking on the man beside the bed. Shock flooded them.
Squirt! Splurt! Splurt!
Her face screamed horror, but her hips bucked obscenely, squirting in vulgar spasms. Her ecstasy-drenched body wailed in rapture, frog-like legs spasming through the orgasmic waves.
"Il-woo, why are you...?"
Horror laced her voice, yet thick semen trickled from her pussy, its fishy night-flower scent bursting out in globs to soak the sheets.
Finally coming to her senses?
Kim Il-woo, cooling off after their marathon fuck, heard her shocked voice. He shoved down his beastly face and donned the mask of her daughter's innocent friend.
"Ah, just lie down."
"Il-woo... hngh?!"
Struggling to sit up, Lee Seo-yoon objectively assessed her state and recoiled in fresh horror.
Sticky semen oozed from between her thighs, mingled with her own squirt, drenching the sheets in a dizzying mess.
Her face burned with shame at the humiliating scene.
"Il-woo... wh-what is this...?"
She yanked the blanket to cover herself, lips flapping in panic, but no coherent words came.
Ignoring her shock, Kim Il-woo played the innocent, kind lamb.
"You must be exhausted from Ara's situation too, Mother. Playing the family head on top of that... it must be tough."
He hugged her comfortingly, as if he knew everything, acting like it was all fine.
"If you're feeling lonely or worn out like today, just call me. I'll comfort you. Ara needs you to stay strong to get back on her feet."
"Wh-what... do you...?"
His words were vague, but they painted a picture of mutual consent.
Did I... make a move on my daughter's friend...?
Lee Seo-yoon reeled at the thought of bedding her daughter's cherished playmate from childhood.
No matter how drunk and out of her mind, how lonely without a man since her husband's death—she couldn't have.
Ignoring her shocked aura, Kim Il-woo slithered on with his serpentine tongue.
"I should've controlled myself properly. I'm sorry. You seemed so lonely and beautiful, I just..."
He flooded her confused mind with new info, muddling her judgment further.
At the same time, he framed it as consensual but his fault alone, then pulled away from her comforting embrace.
"N-no..."
As he looked guilty and downcast, Lee Seo-yoon panicked more, stammering.
"It's okay. Like you said, we'll keep today's secret from Ara. And I'll keep visiting until she recovers, so don't worry."
She swallowed dryly in tension, aghast.
I don't remember!
Me suggesting secrecy to hide this immorality from her daughter?! She vaguely recalled asking him to support Ara in her tough times—that made sense, something she'd planned anyway.
But the former? No matter how she racked her brain, nothing.
Lies, of course.
Kim Il-woo glanced sideways at her confusion, exuding regret.
She'd never remember fabricated words.
I can't say I don't remember...
Lee Seo-yoon thought she couldn't utter those words to her daughter's sulky playmate.
Scratches on Il-woo's back... my nails?!
Kim Il-woo sat beside her, head bowed in shame, his back scored with claw marks.
It was wrong to sleep with her daughter's friend, but piecing it together: mutual consent, or worse, her dragging him to bed in unbearable loneliness.
He blamed himself for not acting right, but any man would struggle to refuse a drunken, tearful mother's seduction on the brink of collapse. The kinder the heart, the harder.
"Il-woo... I... I was too drunk... so..."
As she stammered awkwardly, Kim Il-woo sneered inwardly and hugged her again, feigning comfort.
"Yes. It's my fault. You're blameless, Mother. You're just too beautiful, I lost control..."
"Beautiful... that's not..."
Needing no more words, he crushed her tighter against him, faces hidden.
His lips curled into a sinister crescent grin.
"Don't worry about you or Ara. I'll be by your side from now on."
His arms coiled around her like inescapable chains.