Chapter 112
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 112
Chapter Title: Dad's Unexpected Call
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I double-checked, thinking maybe I'd misread it, but no—it really was Dad.
Maybe because I'd grown up under such strict upbringing from him, just seeing the word "Dad" while two women were sucking my dick made my heart pound like crazy.
Dad had that old-school, rigid side to him. If he saw a scene like this, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it'd be the end of me right then and there.
Still, why was he calling right now?
"Aren't you going to answer?"
The second ring came as Han Aebom, savoring the scent and taste of the semen smeared on her face with her tongue, looked up and asked.
"I don't know."
I hesitated for a moment. Sorry, Dad, but honestly, I couldn't recall a single good memory tied to one of your calls. That instinctive aversion—was this what they called call phobia? The fear of picking up the phone.
The problem was, I knew Dad too well. Ignoring it would just piss him off or hurt his feelings for sure.
And then the follow-up call later would be pure agony.
"Ugh. Fine, I'll take it."
"Go ahead."
In the end, I decided to answer. No helping it.
Hey, if it was nothing big, the call would wrap up quick enough.
"Yeah, Dad."
I hit the call button right as the third ring started.
-Hey. Son. How've you been?
What the...?
I tilted my head. Couldn't tell if his tone was good or bad.
"Oh, you know, same as always—doing fine."
-Nothing major, just calling because some money hit your account. Wanted to check.
Ah!
Then it hit me: back when I was working that convenience store gig, I'd gotten all sentimental in the dead of night and scheduled a transfer for Parents' Day. It was so out of character that I'd totally forgotten. Hell, if I'd remembered, I might've chickened out and canceled right before it sent because it'd feel like such a waste.
"That..."
-Thought it might be voice phishing or something. Heard there's a lot of that going around these days. Scammers who deposit money into your account first to trick you into giving them bank statements or whatever.
He hadn't even considered it might be from me—probably because it was so unlike me.
Guess that made me a pretty shitty son, but damn, it stung a little.
"...Yeah, I sent it. For Parents' Day."
Might not be much for a grown-up like Dad, but it was a big deal for me. And this was the reaction I got after sending it? Hurt crept into my voice.
-Really? From my boy?
"Yes."
Not even believing me after I said it straight out?
-Well, if that's the case, I'll put it to good use. Thanks, son. But Dad's still young enough to work, so you don't need to send pocket money like this.
Just take it happily like a normal dad would. Why'd he have to say stuff like that?
"Then just send it back."
-Now that's not happening. Can't give and take back. You rascal.
"......"
-Still doing the part-time gig?
Even if I hung up here, it'd leave me sighing, but of course the awkward questions kept coming, and my eyes squeezed shut on their own.
If I brushed it off here, or said something like "Don't ask about that," it'd be obvious what'd happen. The same lecture Dad always gave me and my sister: "How am I supposed to be a dad if I can't even ask my kids that much?"
Not wrong, but it was still that generational gap in thinking.
"Yeah, still going strong... Ngh!"
-What was that?
"...Nothing. Just stubbed my pinky toe while walking and talking."
Couldn't exactly tell Dad the moan came from two women starting to suck my dick again.
'This is insane. What the hell is even happening?'
I stared in shock at the two women licking my cock again. Our eyes met, but their tongues didn't stop. If anything, they wrapped around it more aggressively.
"Mm, slurp... Suck."
"Lick, lick."
Maybe because I was on the phone with Dad, but those sounds—which had seemed quiet before—felt deafening. I was on edge, wondering if they carried over the line.
"Hng..."
And trying to hold back the moans only made it harder. Like how trying not to laugh makes you want to even more?
-Be careful. Nothing else hurt?
"Nah, I'm good."
-Doing okay with the job hunt?
The next question hit right after I said I was fine, and I felt my soul drain.
It was bad enough it kept repeating, but these days, every young person felt anxious about the future no matter how hard they tried. Hearing that made it hard to breathe.
...Normally, anyway. But right now, with two women relentlessly licking and sucking my dick, I was weirdly unfazed.
"Yeah, doing my best. Ngh... Worst case, I'll head down to Busan and do manual labor with you, so don't worry too much."
-Good. Gotta get a job quick, then you can get a girlfriend, and with a girlfriend, marriage follows!
Really hammering the girlfriend part.
"Hng... Got it."
-Dad's allowed to say that much to his son, right?
"Yeah..."
-Alright. I'll use the money well. Call if anything comes up. Give Grandpa and Grandma a ring when you have time.
"Sure, ngh... Got it."
Just hang up already. Please.
I silently begged as I felt the semen rising up my urethra.
-Hanging up.
"Talk la...ter. G'night."
Click...
The second the call ended, I erupted, spraying semen everywhere.
"Hahk, haa..."
This time, Han Aebom stepped aside completely, letting Yoon Sua take my cock in her mouth and swallow every drop.
"Gulp, swallow... Mm, so good, thick..."
"......"
I stared at the two women with a blank expression. Still dazed. What the hell had I just done? Talking to Dad while... Crazy.
Should I be mad? Or... Fuck, I didn't know.
While I waffled, Yoon Sua, having finished the semen, spoke first.
"You looked so tense and upset on the phone, Hyunwoo. Thought sucking your dick might help. And once I tasted your semen, my body got so hot I couldn't hold back. Sorry."
Probably the 'Mid-level Semen Arousal Skill' kicking in... but somehow, it felt like more than that.
Okay, fine for Yoon Sua.
"Everyone said stuff like this is normal, so I figured it'd be fine. Did you hate it?"
This woman seriously needed to cut back on the internet. Lucky she'd started late in life and learned the right things? Or was it a disaster?
"...Didn't hate it. Thanks to you, I stayed pretty calm on the call."
The only thing bugging me was those weird noises I couldn't hold back. They were subconscious moans, so I wasn't even sure what I let slip.
In my head, I'd stifled most of them. From what I remembered, I hadn't moaned loud during the talk. But people say you don't notice your own sounds during sex sometimes, so... a little worry? Nah, not me. I couldn't control my lust, but I could control my moans.
"Good. We made you feel good, so now it's your turn, Hyunwoo."
Han Aebom was clearly deep in heat from my semen, boldly and insistently demanding pleasure.
That explained yielding the load to Yoon Sua earlier. She wanted it in her pussy.
Sure enough, Han Aebom was already lying on the futon, legs spread, fingers parting her pussy lips, waiting for my cock.
And...
"Could you lick mine too, Hyunwoo?"
Today wasn't our usual twosome—it was a full threesome. As I thrust into Han Aebom's pussy, Yoon Sua sidled up beside us, standing and pressing her pussy close to my face.
Insane situation. Insane sight.
'This isn't a dream, right?'
Me, actually doing a threesome? And not even with Oh Hana, but with Han Aebom and Yoon Sua.
Still couldn't believe it, but those two pussies right in front of me were real. No man could stay unmoved. I grabbed Han Aebom's legs, lifted them, and slowly pushed my cock into her pussy.
"Hnnngh, hng... Ah, aaang... You're too big, Hyunwoo. Sniff, even when I squeeze, you force it open. Haaang..."
Half-kneeling with her legs up made my upper body straight, perfectly aligning my face with Yoon Sua's pussy if I turned left.
And there it was: a pristine, hairless white pussy. Her family barely grew any hair anyway, but this was next level.
Even smelled good, and with no hair... Among the women living here, she was the oldest, but her pussy felt the youngest. Just touching it briefly, the firmness was unreal.
"Haaang!"
First time anyone touched her there, so her reactions were fresh and green.
Yoon Sua hadn't known her pussy was this sensitive; she clamped her hands over her mouth, trembling all over. Adorable.
"Hyunwoo, move your hips quick. Ngh, go... wild and wreck my pussy. Aang, just having you thrust like this feels too good... Can't hold it."
"Of course."
At Han Aebom's lewd plea, I started bucking my hips hard, ravaging her pussy.
"Haaaang, haang! Ah, aaaang...! Hng, hnnng... Uh, uung! Wha—what? I'm more excited than usual... Ah, aang! Gonna cum already... Aaaang!"
Guess I wasn't the only one thrilled by this; her pussy spasmed and clenched tight. Savoring the pleasure of those walls squeezing my cock, but hey—what luck today? One extra pussy on deck.
"Before I move, rub Sua's pussy on my face first."
"It's embarrassing, but... okay. Like this, hng, rubbing? Haaaang, hauk! Aang, feels weird. Hnnngh, hng!"
Like grinding on a desk corner, she gently pressed my head with both hands, rubbing her soft, firm pussy on my face. Thanks to that, I got to taste her 120%.
Sweet peach scent hitting my nose, her nectar tasting sugary on my tongue.
'This is heaven. For real.'
My dick was devouring Han Aebom's pussy, my tongue devouring Yoon Sua's. So good my mind was going blank.
Squelch! Squelch!
"Haaaang, haang...!"
"Ngh! Hauuung, haang, your... your tongue's going deep inside. Aang! Hnng, ha... Hauk! First time like this, uuung!"
That was when I dove in for real, eating both pussies at once.
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Another call came in.
This time, from Mom.
'Gotta end this one for sure.'
No way I could talk normally in this situation. I reached for the red end-call button.
But Yoon Sua timed it perfectly, grinding her pussy hard on my face again.
"Haaang!"
"Ngh!"
Half my view was already blocked by her pussy, but it suddenly went pitch black, filled with warm, wet folds—and I fat-fingered it fatally.
Instead of ending, I answered.
-Our sweet boy? What are you up to right now?