Hwangbo Jun Violates His Sister-in-Law as Yeo Suhyang Succumbs to Her Body's Instincts
No longer did he need to pin his sister-in-law’s legs apart to keep them from closing. Hwangbo Jun slid both hands beneath her hips, lifting them as he began to plunder her in earnest. A violent shudder ran through him at the exquisite feel of his cock buried in her mouth. Though she seemed to resist, her lips would tighten in subtle little pulses around him, and those faint movements excited him even more than open eagerness could have.
Slurp, slurp— He rocked his hips up and down, grinding his mouth against her sex, and his thick shaft slid smoothly in and out of her throat without the slightest resistance.
“Mmm, slurp… hehe! Suck, suck… suuuuck…!”
“Mmmh… nngh… slurp, mmmph…!”
He knew. A woman’s body only grew more sensitive with age. Had he forced his way inside her from the very beginning, she would have felt nothing but revulsion. But by stubbornly devouring her breasts, he had set the flesh of his late-thirties sister-in-law aflame. That was why she had already been dripping wet before his tongue ever touched her there.
The time had come.
Hwangbo Jun lifted his mouth from Yeo Suhyang’s drenched folds and drew his hips back. The moment his cock began to slip from her lips, she unconsciously tightened them, sucking hard from root to swollen glans as if trying to keep him inside. It was the instinctive reaction of a woman who had already learned the taste of a man.
How had the woman who once clamped her mouth shut in refusal come to this? When the body burns, the locks on the heart melt away. It was a truth no person could escape.
Sluuuurp… mmm.
With a wet, obscene sound, his cock left her lips. Hwangbo Jun turned and settled himself between her spread thighs. He seized the glistening shaft—coated in saliva and her own juices—and pressed the fat head against the entrance of her secret passage.
Squish…
Yeo Suhyang, still dazed, belatedly regained her senses at the contact against her sex. She frantically sat up and tried to push him away.
“N-no! You can’t… aaaahhh!!”
Thrust—!
The instant her palm touched his shoulder, Hwangbo Jun drove himself to the hilt in a single brutal stroke. A scream tore from Yeo Suhyang’s throat at the sudden invasion. Her head snapped back as a dizzying wave of sensation crashed over her.
She had sworn it must never happen, yet in the end she had taken her brother-in-law’s cock inside her.
Smack, smack! Squish, squish, squish—!!
Hwangbo Jun gripped her pelvis with iron strength and began to thrust savagely. After more than ten years of waiting, he was finally tasting his sister-in-law’s body. A vitality stronger than in his youth surged through his middle-aged frame, and he pounded into her like a starving beast.
“Ah, ahk… no, you can’t… ah, aaaaahk…!”
This brutal, animalistic fucking was nothing like the gentle lovemaking of her kind husband. Her fingers dug into Hwangbo Jun’s shoulders. The way her hands now clung tightly instead of pushing him away already betrayed her surrender and the pleasure that had swallowed her whole.
His hips moved faster, harder. He slid his hands back from her pelvis and yanked her narrow waist upward. As if pulled by invisible strings, Yeo Suhyang’s upper body rose and pressed flush against him in an embrace. Her hands slipped naturally around his broad back until their bodies were locked together as one.
“Huk… B-brother-in-law…! Ahhuk…!”
Every time he slammed into her, she shook with the force, instinctively rocking her hips while trying to swallow her moans. Her slender arms tightened around his wide back. To any onlooker, it would have looked as though Yeo Suhyang were clinging to him with desperate passion. Despite the voice in her mind screaming that this was wrong, her body had completely, utterly fallen.
On the creaking bed that screamed with every thrust, beads of sweat formed on their glued-together skin. Yeo Suhyang felt her brother-in-law’s cock swelling massively inside her, twitching with imminent release. Having shared countless nights with her husband, she recognized the sign at once.
“No, you can’t…! Brother-in-law, ahk! Pull out, please! You can’t finish inside, you can’t—!”
“Huff, huff… I’m cumming! Sister-in-law, I’m going to cum right now!”
Yeo Suhyang panicked and tried to shove his shoulders, but Hwangbo Jun’s hands slid up from her buttocks to lock around her waist, yanking her tight against him. She was trapped like a butterfly in a spider’s web. She arched backward, struggling to push him off.
“Huk…! Please, no, ah, no—aaaaaaah—!!”
Spurt!
Gush, gush, guuuush…
Her struggles were useless. The moment his scalding semen erupted into her deepest place, Yeo Suhyang’s back arched like a drawn bow. A cry that was half scream, half ecstasy echoed through the room.
“Huuuk… huff…”
Hwangbo Jun pushed the limp, despair-and-pleasure-soaked Yeo Suhyang back onto the bed and withdrew his cock. He watched with satisfaction as her drenched, twitching pussy spasmed, the puffy folds spreading to let his thick seed leak out.
He climbed over her sprawled form again. Even as she lay there, her magnificent breasts still thrust upward invitingly. He seized them roughly and squeezed.
Squirt, spurt…
Sweet-scented, milky-white breast milk sprayed into the air, then rained back down to soak Yeo Suhyang’s face. Hwangbo Jun buried his head between her breasts once more, sucking greedily at her nipples as if savoring dessert after a fine meal. Beneath him, Yeo Suhyang trembled intermittently in the afterglow of mingled despair and pleasure.
She no longer offered any resistance, simply yielding her breasts to his mouth. The way her head lolled weakly to the side spoke volumes of her tangled emotions. After drinking his fill, he rose and placed his hands on her soft thighs.
They parted without strength at his touch.
Feeling the weight of her brother-in-law mounting her again—as if once had not been enough—Yeo Suhyang’s eyes slowly closed. A single tear slid down from the corner of her eye.
Soon the firmly shut room filled once more with the rhythmic creaking of the wooden bed. Another wave of heated passion rose into the air. The sticky sound of flesh slapping flesh. Rough, ragged breathing. Occasional broken moans. The night grew deeper still.
Knock, knock.
“Matriarch, may I enter?”
“Come in.”
At the woman’s cold permission, the man opened the door and stepped inside. The room was large and luxurious. A single small lantern beside the bed flickered, casting its light across the darkness. In the center of the wide silk-covered bed, the silhouette of a reclining woman slowly sat up.
Steady footsteps crossed the spacious chamber. As he drew nearer, the lantern revealed her fully.
A middle-aged woman of unusually tall, slender build. Despite being well into her forties, she possessed a body of remarkable elasticity. It was not the fresh bounce of youth, but the ripe, firm allure of a woman in her prime—somehow even more seductive for it. Her features were sharp and refined; no one could deny her beauty. The only flaw, if it could be called one, was the slight upward tilt at the ends of her long eyes that gave her a fierce appearance. Yet even that suited her proud nature and lent her an unapproachable dignity.
She wore only a thin, fluttering night robe. Beneath it she appeared to wear nothing at all. The alluring swell of her breasts and the dark, neatly trimmed patch between her long, toned thighs were clearly visible to the man’s eyes, yet she showed no shame. No—her emotionless gaze and imperious aura made it clear she did not see him as a man, or even as a person of equal standing.
Indeed. This woman was the matriarch of the Hwangbo Clan—Eon Garyeong.
The man knelt a respectful pace away, one knee on the floor, and bowed deeply. He was Gang Insan, her personal bodyguard.
“The fact that you’ve come at this hour means that man has shown movements different from his usual pattern, does it not?”
“Yes, Matriarch.”
Gang Insan had been ordered to watch the family head’s quarters once she retired for the night. If Hwangbo Jun headed in this direction, he was to report at once. If the family head went elsewhere, he was to discover where. It had been two full months since her husband last shared her bed.
After the death of their child, Eon Garyeong had come to despise Hwangbo Jun. Yet her body, now fully mature in its forties, burned with desire at the slightest provocation. She had understood when he stopped visiting her bed during the power struggle with his brother for the position of family head. But even after he had claimed the seat of power, an entire month had passed without him touching her.
Suspicion grew that he was secretly seeing another woman. So she had sent Gang Insan—the loyal bodyguard who had protected her for years and obeyed only her—to investigate.
For one month, he had not come to her chambers. An unrelated man could not be seen entering the inner quarters of the matriarch at night, so she had instructed him to knock three times on the outer door if her husband ever headed her way. Yet no such signal had ever come.
The fact that Gang Insan now stood before her so late at night could only mean one thing: the very situation she had feared had finally occurred.