The Beginning of Depravity (3)
“Alright, got it. Mom will talk to Dad too, so just don’t come home too late.”
Seonghwan’s mother couldn’t hide her warm smile on the phone with her son, her concern for him spilling over until the very end.
“Yeah. If it’s gonna be late, take a taxi home no matter what. We’ll understand that much. Okay.”
The moment Seonghwan’s mother hung up, his father prodded her.
“Was that Seonghwan? Coming home late again?”
Seeing her husband nagging her right after the call, Seonghwan’s mother furrowed her brow.
“What’s the rush? You heard him. He’s finishing his part-time shift and then grabbing coffee with some old department seniors like back in the day.”
“Hah. How do we know if that’s true? What if he’s just out playing around with some girl?”
“Honey.”
Seonghwan’s mother called him in a low, stern voice, her face hardening. His father flinched and averted his eyes.
“You talked to Minhwan too. He’s late meeting his juniors. It’s the start of the new semester—department gatherings and class reunions are always buzzing this time. Seniors from the pork belly place want to catch up after his shift. Can’t you cut him some slack? If you’re gonna be suspicious, just hire someone to tail him.”
Faced with his wife’s cold reprimand, the husband could only shrink like a folding screen.
“No, I’m just worried, that’s all. What if he skips studying like before and just parties?”
Seonghwan’s mother sighed. Her husband’s twisted love for their son showed no signs of straightening out. She appreciated his hard work supporting them through tough times, but this was always a sore point.
Ring ring ring.
“Hm? Another call for you?”
Her husband pointed at the phone, and Seonghwan’s mother picked it up again to check the screen. There was a familiar name she hadn’t heard from in years, practically cut off.
‘Eunyoung’
“...........”
Seonghwan’s mother stared at the name, her face stiffening as she fixed her gaze on the phone.
“Who is it? Why are you glaring at it without picking up?”
“.....Hello?”
Only when she noticed her husband’s puzzled stare did Seonghwan’s mother finally press the call button.
“Sis. It’s me. Long time no talk?”
“......Yeah. What’s up?”
“What’s up? Your little sis missed you and called.”
“Where are you? Still in the Philippines?”
“Yeah. Business is settled enough now that I’ve got some free time.”
“Good for you.”
“Kinda curt, aren’t you? I haven’t called in forever.”
“It’s late. I’m sleepy.”
“Philippines is only an hour behind Korea. You’re not acting your age?”
“Then it’s late there too.”
“Days here are scorching, so I perk up at night.”
“Oh?”
“Oh, right. How’s bro-in-law? Minhwan still the golden boy?”
“No more business troubles. Minhwan’s the same as ever.”
“Yeah? Hm..... And Seonghwan?”
“..............”
At the mention of Seonghwan, his mother suddenly clammed up. In the silence, she strained to catch every breath from the other end.
“Hello? Sis?”
“No, the call cut out for a sec. What’d you say?”
“...Nah. You sound tired—I shouldn’t have called. Talk later.”
“Yeah. Take care. Call me or Sunyoung if anything comes up. Text at least.”
“Got it. Oh, sis.”
“Yeah, I’m listening.”
“I might head back to Korea next month or the one after.”
“What? Suddenly?”
“Shoot. I’ll call later—another line’s buzzing. Bye, talk soon.”
Click click click.
Even amid the disconnected tone, Seonghwan’s mother stared at her phone, replaying the conversation.
‘Coming back?’
Her husband, who’d been watching curiously, finally called out.
“Honey, what’s wrong? Why the serious face? Everything okay? Who was it?”
Snapping back, Seonghwan’s mother realized he’d been watching and forced a wry smile.
“Eunyoung called after ages. We’d barely talked at all.”
“Huh? The youngest sis-in-law? She’s coming back to Korea?”
“......No, not yet. She said soon, but no firm plans.”
“Ho. Junhyeong must be thrilled sleepless if he heard.”
Her husband’s words made her face harden again.
“What’re you saying? You mean your brother? He’s married now.”
Seonghwan’s father burst into boisterous laughter, waving it off.
“Of course, he’s a family man now. Who’d say otherwise? But he had that mad crush on her, feverish for ages. Went begging on his knees to Mom-in-law even. Just old memories. He still pines a bit, but he’s devoted to his family now, right? Hahaha.”
He tried brushing it off lightly, but Seonghwan’s mother’s expression didn’t soften.
Eunyoung, the youngest of the three sisters including herself. Over twenty years younger than Hwayeong, now in her fifties. The baby of the family who’d monopolized all the affection. But it wasn’t just age—her stunning beauty outshone her sisters, drawing fervent suitors and jealous glares in her youth.
Unlike her sisters’ demure charm, Eunyoung had a flashy, doll-like face and tall stature. That sparked the family’s not-so-secret secret. One day, Hwayeong’s mother rushed out barefoot at news of her best friends’ accident, finding a lone little girl. After much persuasion, she brought the girl home.
No jealousy toward the doll-like intruder—just pity and overwhelming adoration, treating her like blood. As Eunyoung grew, her breathtaking beauty bloomed, her figure ripening early, attracting boys. Hwayeong and Sunyoung worried openly for their baby sister.
Yet she navigated it flawlessly. When she became a woman, Hwayeong was already married. Then disaster struck.
Her husband’s younger brother fell head over heels for Eunyoung, pursuing obsessively. It wasn’t pursuit that was the issue—it was the fixation. He even chased her to his brother’s in-laws, begging on his knees despite family ties.
Only Eunyoung’s blatant hostility and her husband’s force made him back off. But even years later, drunken slips about Eunyoung left Hwayeong uneasy.
Her real anxiety now?
“......Even if Eunyoung comes, no need for Minhwan or... Seonghwan to greet her.”
“Huh? Why? She doted on the boys. Watched them long-term when business was rough. There’s history...”
“I’ll handle it.”
The husband flinched at her firm tone and shut up.
“Fine... do what you want. Ahem.”
She watched him awkwardly unfold the newspaper, then eyed the family photo in the living room.
‘.......Hah.’
A hot sigh welled up inside Hwayeong.
Thwack thwack thwack thwack.
“Ngh...”
Seonghwan had lost track of time, swallowing groans as he slammed his hips wildly.
Squelch squelch squelch.
His cock couldn’t tell if the gushing from Yumi’s pussy was his cum or her juices anymore. Even after one load, it stayed rock-hard, spewing endless lust.
Ring ring ring ring.
His phone kept buzzing. Glancing at the screen, Seonghwan thrust harder with a mighty grunt.
‘Hah hah... this damn...’
Mincheol wouldn’t quit, calling relentlessly despite the ignores.
“Haaahhh!”
Yumi, eyes rolling back beneath him, was on the verge of passing out multiple times, reviving to stroke her breasts and kiss him, stoking his fire.
Thwack thwack.
His waist screamed in pain, but the pleasure drowned it out, barreling toward climax.
He’d pounded and stretched her hole countless times, yet Yumi’s pussy gripped and milked him relentlessly, teasing without mercy.
“Hah hah hah. Can... can you suck it?”
“Haaaak. Hak hak. Come here.”
He’d never cum in a girl’s mouth, but it wasn’t rocket science. Yumi sprang up, engulfing his cock and swirling her tongue expertly.
Slurp. Slurp slurp slurp.
Her lewd tongue work paled next to the playful smile in her eyes. Even gripping it firm with both hands, her cat-like licks on the glans made him feel it’d explode. He seized her head.
From glans-licking to deep-throating in seconds.
“Mmmph!”
“Hah hah hah!”
Gulp. Glurk.
He felt his load surge down her throat.
“Khurk. Glk. Huurk.”
“Hah hah hah!”
Yumi coughed at the thick intrusion but swallowed it all, beaming triumphantly. Then she went back to licking his still-stiff cock.
“Slurp. Smooch. Smack smack.”
Her massive tits, slick with sweat, amplified his ecstasy.
He grabbed them again, twisting nipples. Yumi moaned seductively.
“Haaang. Haaah. Again? Want more?”
Seonghwan dangled his unrelenting dick under her nose in reply.
Yumi smiled satisfied, sucking eagerly.
Ring ring ring.
“Haa... again? Huh?”
Yumi checked her phone, then looked at him.
“Your phone?”
“Huh?”
Seonghwan checked. A familiar name: ‘YunsuGF_SeonghwanBFF’
He signaled Yumi to shush, then answered.
“Hey! Yesul.”
“What’re you up to? Shift over?”
“Uh.... Yeah, home now.”
“Cool? At home?”
“Yeah. We had an afterparty for the club opening at the shop. Haa, so it ran late. Ngh.”
Squeeze.
Seonghwan glanced down—Yumi gripped his cock hard, glaring.
‘I’m on the phone! Ahh!’
He whispered, trying to stop her, but Yumi ignored, sucking wildly and fondling his balls. He nearly dropped the phone, dizzy.
“Hello? Seonghwan?”
“Ah... uh. Battery dying, had to... ngh. Grab the charger.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Mm. Y-yeah. Wh-what’s up?”
“Oh! Uh. Got a question about hanging with Yunsu the day after tomorrow.”
“Yunsu? Oh, Incheon? Let’s talk tomorrow? It’s late... kgh.”
“......Sure? Okay.”
“Hah. Yeah, see you tomor...row?”
“Seonghwan?”
“Y-yeah?”
“You’re not asking?”
“A-ask what?”
“What I wanted to ask you.”
“Haha.. uh, what to bring for Yunsu the day after? Like stuff he likes?”
“.....Heh. Yeah. See you tomorrow. Sleep well.”
“Yeah, okay.”
Seonghwan glared down fiercely at Yumi after hanging up.
“Ahh. Senior, what the hell? Thought I’d die. Ngh!”
“Shut up. Stay still.”
She kept sucking the same, but Seonghwan sensed her tongue growing smoother, more skilled—probing veins, balls, everything.
‘What... skill level-up or something?’
Her once clumsy, toothy blowjobs were evolving: softer, targeted licks.
‘Fuck, leveling up too easy? Talent? Or PE major body talk XP?’
To Yumi, it wasn’t “skill.” Just devouring the cock that enchanted her, driven by desire.
‘Haa.... right now, just make it mine... for now..’
Possessiveness and exclusivity burned. Sucking alone edged her to orgasm; his thrusts sent her to heaven.
She’d told Seonghwan her tits were sensitive, but Mincheol’s gropes disgusted her. Seonghwan’s touch lit every nerve aflame.
‘Haaang. Don’t wanna let go now.....’
She guessed his call—here, no one, not even them, could intrude.
‘Just mine.... now..’
Yumi eyed the living room clock. 11:30—their agreed deadline before midnight homecoming.
Only 15 minutes left.
Ring ring ring.
Mincheol again, ignored. Enough fuel to ignite Seonghwan fully, letting instinct take over.
She figured he’d get used to this.
‘Sorry, senior. But now... me too.’
Swallowing dryly, she sealed his lips in a fervent kiss.
15 minutes: short, yet endless.
Yesul stood holding chocolate, pacing in front of Seonghwan’s house.
The day Seonghwan decided on retakes and Yesul first resolved to date Yunsu was post-Valentine’s.
They’d swapped candies and chocolates steadily until Yunsu’s discharge.
But this Valentine’s, Seonghwan refused hers outright.
The day he truly acknowledged Yunsu as her boyfriend. Their unconscious neglect of army-bound Yunsu shattered; Seonghwan’s attitude flipped.
She’d tried giving it then—her handmade chocolate, hidden in the fridge for a month. Playfully: ‘If I don’t give it like this, you won’t get me White Day either, right?’ Casual, no pressure.
But her wait was in vain. He never showed.
Yesul bit her lip and turned away.