The Trap Closes
Jera had no idea where she was going.
"Since the Meat Toilet took it two-on-one, the Sow should do the same."
Yeondu laughed with a cruel sneer. Beside her, Erin knelt with her face still smeared in dried semen, forced to watch what was happening to her daughter without even being allowed to wipe it off.
Jeyeon trembled violently as she lowered herself onto all fours. Neobchi knelt in front of her while Muneo positioned himself behind, gripping her wide, voluptuous hips. Neither man seemed interested in receiving any foreplay from her; they had both just finished ejaculating moments earlier.
The moment Neobchi’s thick, lifeless cock touched Jeyeon’s lips, blood rushed back into it, swelling violently.
"Huuuuhhhp..."
Neobchi’s massive shaft slowly pushed into Jeyeon’s mouth as she remained on all fours. Her plump, idol-like lips and beautiful face gradually twisted in discomfort. Her pink, lewd tongue was violated by his thick glans. Though she was naturally lustful, she had only just turned twenty. Taking Neobchi’s enormous cock into her mouth with any real skill was still too much for her.
"Hup… Aaaahhh…"
When the thick, curved length of Neobchi’s cock gently spread her pussy lips and slid inside, Jeyeon spat out the cock in her mouth and let out a rough, desperate moan.
Muneo, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying the fresh, youthful insides of a girl who was nothing like the ripe, sensual Erin. Her dramatically curved hips, her full and obscenely bouncing teardrop breasts, and the way her ass felt against his groin—every part of her was exquisite.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Muneo’s hips moved faster, his thrusts growing more violent.
"Ahh… Aaaahh… Haaaaahhh!! Huuuuhhhp…"
Jeyeon, lost in overwhelming arousal, kept moaning until she suddenly came back to her senses. She grabbed Neobchi’s cock and barely managed to wrap her lips around it again.
"Uup… Uuuup… Huup! Kehek! Haaaahk… Chuuuup…"
With Muneo’s brutal pounding making her breasts swing wildly in every direction, Jeyeon kept losing her grip on Neobchi’s cock.
I’m too turned on… I can’t suck it properly… If I mess up, I’ll get punished so badly…
"Huup… Chup… Haaaa… Haa… Aaaahh…"
Even as worry gnawed at her, the waves of pleasure kept crashing over her, making it impossible to focus on giving proper oral.
"Get a hold of yourself, Sow."
Neobchi, afraid Yeondu would punish Jeyeon severely if she kept failing, quickly grabbed a fistful of her hair whenever the cock slipped out and shoved it back between her lips.
"Hmmm… Uup… Chuuup… Huuuuu… Huuuuuhhh…"
Jeyeon could do nothing but keep her mouth open. The ferocious orgasm that began in her vaginal walls and raced up her spine could not be controlled by reason. She didn’t want to cry out like her mother in such a pathetic way, but reality and pleasure mercilessly drove her forward.
If Neobchi was like an enraged gorilla, Muneo was a bundle of dry kindling. With his lean frame and boundless stamina, he shook his hips like a madman, continuing to pound her flesh without pause.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch!
"Uuuuhhh… Chuuup… Uuuuuhhhhh… Stop… Haa… Stop…"
Before long, more than twenty minutes had passed. Under his relentless thrusting, Jeyeon began to cry, begging for it to end. The pleasure was so immense she felt like she was going insane. She barely managed to open her mouth to receive Neobchi’s cock again, only to drool helplessly and spit it out moments later.
Yeondu’s watching eyes glittered with sadistic delight.
Muneo slapped Jeyeon’s elastic ass and began his final sprint.
Slap! Slap!
"Kgh! I’m cumming!"
Panting heavily, Muneo poured his semen deep into Jeyeon’s pussy.
"Haaaaahh… Haa… Chuuuup… Heum… Huup huup huup…"
The moment Muneo’s curved cock pulled out of her pussy, Jeyeon snapped back to her senses and began sucking Neobchi’s shaft with frantic desperation.
Neobchi enjoyed the feeling of her tongue against his glans and shaft, but what excited him even more were Jeyeon’s sorrowful, tear-filled eyes. He slowly rocked his hips back and forth, rubbing his thick meat against the inside of her cheeks. His hands gently kneaded her swaying breasts.
Even while on all fours, her breasts maintained their beautiful shape—full, bouncy, and perfectly perky. Their texture was creamy soft, yet when squeezed, they sprang back with incredible elasticity. Neobchi massaged them firmly, occasionally pinching her hardened nipples.
Jeyeon hollowed her cheeks, desperately sucking Neobchi’s cock deeper into her mouth.
"Huup… Huup… Chuuuuup…"
"I’m cumming!! Ugh!"
As the urge to ejaculate overwhelmed him, Neobchi pulled his cock free. The moment it left her lips, thin semen sprayed out like water, drenching Jeyeon’s scalp and face.
*
After the two-on-one gangbang ended, Erin and Jeyeon knelt side by side, waiting. The mother and daughter’s faces glistened with dried, sticky semen, and their pussies leaked the leftover cum, which slowly trickled down their inner thighs in obscene streaks.
"Clean it up, you filthy pair of bitches!"
Yeondu threw a pack of wet wipes onto the floor. Erin and Jeyeon pulled out the tissues and began wiping up the love juices and semen that had spilled onto the ground. But they were not allowed to clean the semen from their own beautiful faces.
When Yeondu approached holding a thin piece of knitting yarn tied into knots, both Erin and Jeyeon’s faces crumpled as they began to sob.
"Your Majesty… P-please…"
Erin pressed her forehead to the floor in a deep bow.
"Please what?"
"……..."
"If you opened your mouth, then speak, you filthy Meat Toilet bitch!!"
"T-today… I didn’t know we were doing it again, Your Majesty… Please, just let us rest a little…"
"What do you mean you didn’t know?! We’re doing this every day until your clits swell up! Get up right now!"
Zap zap zap!
"Kyyyyaaaaaah!!"
Shocked by the electric current, Erin screamed and immediately stood up, spreading her legs wide.
Erin and Jeyeon were backed against the wall. The thin yarn was tied painfully tight around both their large and small clits. Their hands were pulled behind their backs and locked together with handcuffs. The yarn tied to hooks in the wall was pulled taut, forcing them to stand on tiptoe. The mother and daughter could only repeat muffled, choked moans as they prayed for time to pass quickly.
* * * * *
Jera had been in a cold war with her boyfriend Younghwa for an entire week now. Even when he came home from work, they stayed in their separate rooms, surrounded by heavy silence.
But today had been different from the moment he left for work that morning.
"Surprise!"
Younghwa returned from work carrying a cake. Apologizing, he handed her a bouquet of flowers and the cake.
"You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you? I’m sorry."
"No, it’s my fault. I think I pushed you too hard because I love you so much. I’m sorry too."
Jera’s frozen heart melted in an instant. A slice of sweet cake, red wine, and small cheese balls later, the atmosphere between them had grown hot and passionate.
"I love you."
Jera pressed her lips deeply against Younghwa’s. Their tongues tangled fiercely as she slipped out of her thin slip. Younghwa lifted her naked body and carried her to the bed.
Jera rubbed her breasts against his chest, acting spoiled.
"Haaaaang…"
While sharing a deep kiss, Younghwa’s hand moved between her legs. Her meticulously groomed pussy was already soaking wet. Their pubic bones rubbed and ground together as they kissed with raw intensity. It was as if they were trying to resolve all the hurt feelings from their cold war through sex—both of them were far more aggressive than usual.
Younghwa’s tongue wrapped around Jera’s nipple, sucking on it roughly.
"Haaahh… That feels so good, oppa…!"
Her eyes, narrowed in pleasure as she confirmed their love, glistened beautifully with moisture.
"Haaaa… Haa… Haa… Aaaang…"
Younghwa’s lips traveled from her breasts down her stomach, across her pubic mound and protruding hip bones, licking every inch before returning to lavish her with even more intense affection.
Jera had been hoping for direct clitoral stimulation and felt a twinge of disappointment, but it wasn’t a big deal. She was simply happy that Younghwa had apologized first and that they could go back to being close again.
"Chuuup… Chuuuup… Chuuuum… Huup… Uuuup…"
Changing positions, Jera took Younghwa’s glans into her mouth and sucked with sincere devotion, hollowing her cheeks.
Younghwa grabbed a handful of her hair and groaned quietly.
"Uup… Uuup… Ah… Aaaah!"
Today, the grip of his hand in her hair was unusually strong. He even shook her head by the hair, but Jera endured it and continued her oral service.
After receiving enough pleasure from her mouth, Younghwa seemed satisfied and turned her around. Normally he preferred missionary, but today he skipped it entirely and went straight to doggy style.
"Haaaang… O-oppa!! Haa… You’re being so rough today, ngh!"
"Shut your mouth, you fucking bitch!!"
Slap!!
Younghwa was completely different from usual. He spat out curses and slapped her ass hard. He even spat on the back of her head and spine while continuing his stream of filthy insults. He gripped her hips tightly and slammed into her with brutal force. It was pure self-serving fucking.
"Kgh! Aaaaaahhh!!"
Younghwa came, spraying his semen across Jera’s ass and back.
"Huuuuhhh… Clean it with your mouth."
"O-okay, oppa. Chuuuup…"
Without complaint, Jera gave him a cleaning blowjob.
After a sloppy finish, the two lay side by side on the bed. Jera snuggled against his chest, tracing circles around his areola with her finger.
"It was a little rough… but I really liked it, oppa."
"………………"
Younghwa said nothing. He simply put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. He had never once smoked inside the bedroom before.
"Huuuuuu~~~"
"Oppa, what are you doing?! We just made up and you’re smoking in here?!"
Jera frowned.
Younghwa blew the cigarette smoke directly into her face.
"Huuuuuuu~~~"
"Ah! Seriously!! S-stop it!"
"Jera… I’ll only say this once. Get the fuck out. Right now."
Younghwa spoke with ice-cold eyes.
Jera’s irritation finally exploded at his outrageous behavior.
"Oppa, if you’re annoyed, don’t play stupid pranks like this! God, seriously!"
"You think I’m joking?! I said get out, you fucking bitch!! Get out!!"
Younghwa shoved her head and shouted.
"O-oppa! What’s wrong with you… What are you doing?!"
Instead of answering, Younghwa threw his phone at her.
When Jera saw the photos on the screen, she covered her mouth, eyes widening in shock.
"How did you…"
The photos showed Jera kissing another man. There were dozens of intimate pictures. Even the messages she had exchanged with her friend had been captured and sent to Younghwa’s phone.
Most of the messages mocked and ridiculed Younghwa.
Jera’s hands began to shake uncontrollably.
What the hell is this?!
She remembered the messenger conversations she had with that man on her PC. Someone had been spying on her computer. The photos of the man on her PC had never been deleted either.
The man was just a fleeting younger playboy she had briefly been involved with. The chats had happened before she started dating Younghwa seriously. At least, that was what Jera had believed.
But from Younghwa’s perspective, the tone of mockery and especially calling his penis “tiny dick” left no room for excuses. The dates on the chat logs were after he believed they had officially started dating.
"What prestigious-university loser? How the hell did you actually see me?!"
"Answer me, you fucking bitch! You were cheating with that scumbag, so I went crazy thinking you were playing me too, right?"
"You enjoyed badmouthing me with that piece of shit? And what, my dick is small?"
"O-oppa!! It’s a misunderstanding!! The conversation was taken out of context…"
"Don’t lie to me, you fucking bitch! I got that bastard’s account too! I checked it and the sweet photos with you are still up. There’s more than just one or two!! Get out right now!"
Furious, Younghwa violently stuffed Jera’s clothes and belongings into her suitcase.
"Sob… sob… It’s a misunderstanding… Sob… Oppa, you’re being too cruel…"
"Don’t ever show your face in front of me again… Disappear!"
Younghwa threw the suitcase out the door, shoved Jera, and slammed it shut.
It was 9 p.m. Jera, now kicked out, had no friend she could stay with for the night. Even if she did, she didn’t want to show them how pathetic she looked. After considering a motel, she eventually swallowed her pride and headed to her mother’s café.
It’s not closing time yet, but it’s already locked… The card Mom gave me stopped working a few days ago. Did something happen?
After hesitating for a long time, Jera called Erin, but there was no answer. She tried her younger sister Jeyeon as well. Same result.
What’s going on with both of them?
Dragging her suitcase, Jera headed home.
Click!
"Mom? Jeyeon…? What the hell happened here?"
Her voice echoed through the completely empty house. The TV, the refrigerator—everything was gone.
The moment she heard the door lock click open, Jera ran straight to the entrance.
"Huh? What are you doing here…? How do you know the passcode to our house?"
"Jera, long time no see. Don’t tell me you forgot my name?"
"Huh? Oh… I knew it, but it suddenly slipped my mind… Anyway, what are you doing at our house?"
"It’s me, Yeondu! Do you remember now? This is our house now."
"Oh right, Yeondu! Wait, what?! This is your house…? What are you talking about?"
"Your mother… had a lot of debt and went bankrupt. She needed emergency cash, so she transferred the house to my mom. You really didn’t know? Our moms are friends, you know."
"What?! Seriously!! This is the first I’m hearing about any debt… I see, so your mother and my mom are friends… I had no idea. Actually… my relationship with Mom hasn’t been great lately. Do you happen to know where my mom is? I can’t reach her…"
Jera bit her lip, lamenting her situation. She vaguely remembered Yeondu from the track team. She mostly hung out with guys and was the kind of unique friend even the school delinquents didn’t mess with.
"I was just about to tell you… Your mom and sister are currently hiding at our house."
"What?! Really?"
"Yeah. They’re hiding from the debt collectors. Come with me."
"Uh… okay, thank you. I’m so confused. I never heard anything about debt… or bankruptcy… What do I do…"
Jera, led by Yeondu’s hand, followed her to the parking lot. A sleek black two-seater sports car caught her eye.
They must be rich. That car looks expensive…
Without any suspicion, Jera climbed into the low passenger seat. The car shot forward at high speed.
Inside the car, Jera kept asking Yeondu all sorts of questions. Yeondu answered gently and calmly, which helped ease Jera’s mind.
The car quickly took the outer roads and left the city behind. It finally stopped in front of a rather shabby two-story concrete house that didn’t seem to match the image of a wealthy family.
They drive such an expensive car but live in a place like this?
"Get out."
Jera stepped out of the car and looked around. It was a dimly lit neighborhood. Up close, the building was closer to a massive two-story concrete factory of about 300 square meters.
"It used to be an Oberwerk factory. They renovated it into a villa."
When they went inside, the door lock opened to reveal a neatly organized interior. There was hardly any furniture.
"Mom! Jeyeon!"
Jera immediately began looking for her mother.
"Ah, they must be in the basement right now having a strategy meeting."
"Why the basement? What kind of strategy?"
"There’s a large reception room in the basement. They’re probably having tea down there."
"Oh… I see. Okay."
Next to the bathroom door in the living room, a thick iron door leading to the basement stood open.
"Go on down."
At Yeondu’s words, Jera slowly descended the basement stairs.
"Mooooom!!"
The stairs ended and a hallway appeared, but there was no sound at all.