Two Beasts Under One Roof
With the landlord's permission on Teacher's Day, I had no more reason to hold back. Seonhye was already so far gone that she couldn't stop masturbating in front of me. Dragging it out any longer under the pretense of ripening her would just be tormenting the poor woman.
I raised my hand and began undressing. I unbuttoned my shirt one by one, slipped off the white T-shirt underneath, folded it neatly, and set it aside. In no time, my upper body was bare, and my hand moved to my belt. Seonhye just stared at me with glazed eyes.
"Ah..."
A short gasp escaped her parted lips, involuntary and raw. It had been years since she'd last seen my body, and in one word, it exceeded her wildest imagination. When she masturbated fantasizing about me, she'd pictured my body frozen at three years ago. But now, after those three years, I was incomparable. My muscles were far harder and more sharply defined than before—from my shoulders to my chest, obliques, and abs, not a single inch lacked perfection.
Even compared to the naked male models circulating online, my shirtless form was infinitely more arousing. Sure, some women preferred slim builds, but they were a tiny minority. The vast majority, Seonhye included, couldn't tear their eyes away from my physique. What woman wouldn't get excited by this?
Seonhye, staring at my abs like she wanted to drill holes through them, let out a dreamy sigh. Her fingers, which had nearly stopped, began stimulating her pussy again.
Squelch—
"Hngh...!"
She spread her soaked labia and plunged her index and middle fingers deep into the hole between. Just fingers, nothing more, yet pleasure shot up her spine like electricity frying her brain. It was only natural. She usually masturbated solely to thoughts of me, without any toys. But now, the real me was right there, close enough to touch if she reached out, stripping before her eyes. Watching the real thing amplified the pleasure beyond anything imagination could offer.
I finished unbuckling my belt and looked up. I knew exactly what her answer would be, but I asked anyway, just to tease her.
"You really don't mind if I take it all off?"
Snapping out of her frenzy—she hadn't even wiped the drool—Seonhye wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and answered.
"Of course... hah, do whatever you... hnng, want..."
Of course, she didn't stop masturbating. No, she even brought her idle hand to her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple. She hated to admit it, but every time my gaze hit her pussy or nipple, it felt like another hand was teasing those spots, making her float toward the heavens.
Even after her permission, I didn't undress further. I just watched her masturbate. Part of her wanted to scream at me to look away... but no, she was tired of lying to herself. Licking her lips, she met my eyes.
Look more. Closer. Harder. Keep watching this slutty show.
As if reading her mind, I stepped toward her, pausing mid-undress. The closer I got, the faster her hand moved.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch—
"Haah, haaah! Hnnngaaaah!"
In that brief moment, she climaxed several times in quick succession. Her body arched like a bow, trembling violently. Even as her head snapped back in ecstasy, she strained her eyes to keep me in view. Her near-maniacal determination even startled me for a second.
Now we were close enough that a mere stretch would let us touch. Without even savoring the afterglow, Seonhye started masturbating again. But that wasn't enough. She spread her legs wider, planting her feet on the sofa to assume an M-position. She even tilted the hand on her pussy to give me a perfect frontal view.
"You haven't tidied up down there?"
Unlike three years ago, her pubic hair had grown wild and unkempt, already glistening with droplets of clear fluid.
"Eep..."
She bowed her head at my remark, lips mumbling excuses but finding none. She couldn't very well say, It's my bush, deal with it. What if that pissed me off and I left? The mere thought was horrifying. Defying me wasn't even an option.
"Th-that's..."
I burst out laughing at her stammering. I couldn't help it. No matter that she was a prim housewife and mother—she was just this pathetic in the end.
"Wh-what's so... eep."
"It's fine. Totally fine."
I grabbed her wrists and soothed her, pulling her pussy-hand away and guiding her arms behind her head. Even restrained, she didn't resist, letting me position her just so—exposing her armpits, breasts, pussy. Every intimate spot laid bare. I nodded in satisfaction.
"Remember this? The female posture, Seonhye-style."
"Hnnngh..."
How could she forget? She'd struck this pose countless times since her kindergarten days—enough to fill four digits. Honest with her desires now, she blushed recalling those times: fawning like a bitch in heat over a boy half her age, betraying her family, pledging submission. Her happiest moments in life.
"Stay put. I'll take it from here."
I whispered low and firm.
"No more masturbating."
Perfectly posed in that familiar stance, Seonhye obediently awaited my touch. I prodded her pussy ever so lightly with my index finger. Her drenched slit quivered in anticipation at the mere tip. But I didn't push further, withdrawing instead. More prank than tease, yet her reaction was explosive.
"Haaahng!"
The pleasure swallowed her brain whole, beyond anything from solo play all day. No deep fingering to her cervix, no G-spot, no clit— just light pokes around the entrance, and she climaxed every few seconds.
"Ohhooooh! Nngheeeee!"
Confirming exactly ten orgasms, I suddenly stopped.
"Ehooooh... hnn... why stop...?"
Already addicted to my touch, even this brief pause felt agonizing.
"Want more?"
"Y-yes!"
She nodded eagerly. I pointed to the display shelf.
"But that photo... doesn't it feel like it's watching us?"
My finger aimed at the family camping picture. Smiling, harmonious—no, formerly harmonious. Grinning, I strode over and snatched the frame.
Seonhye figured I'd just cover it. But I went further, setting it on the floor right beneath her—in the perfect spot for her piss to hit if she squatted.
"You really want more? Then..."
I trailed off wickedly. Her jaw dropped at the ruthless demand. But what stunned her more was her own lack of anger—or even displeasure.
"Of course, you're the landlord, so do as you please."
She glanced down at the photo: her happily smiling daughter between her hand-holding husband and herself. Then she turned to me standing right there, looking up.
I raised my hand casually, palm open.
"By the way, that earlier poke? Doesn't even count as foreplay, right?"
I folded one finger. From five, now down to two.
The meaning was obvious. Seonhye laughed—a hollow, resigned chuckle laced with eager anticipation for whatever depravity awaited.
"Ah... ha, hahaha..."
Drifting in a daze, she relaxed her body.
Shiiiieee—
Splatter-splatter-splatter—
Blissful release arced out, defiling the family photo. Her husband and daughter's faces blurred under the stain.
"Feel good? Relieved?"
Leaning in, I switched to casual speech. Polite to the teacher and elder, but banmal for the bitch pissing on her family photo. Seonhye, grasping our restored hierarchy, replied demurely yet lewdly.
"......Yesss... Pissing on my daughter and husband's photo feels sooo good...♥"
Her husband's face from mere hours ago, waking in the same bed? Already forgotten.
*
The next day, as always, I headed to Seonhye's after kindergarten. She'd fully devolved into a bitch yesterday, but time was tight for full sex then. Better to cut it short mid-fuck than rush—so we'd planned for today. I'd told her to prepare properly and wait, and she'd agreed. Time to savor her body leisurely.
But her house felt off today.
Creeeak—
Not just the front gate—the front door was unlocked too. She knew my schedule, so maybe she'd prepped, but no intercom response? Suspicious.
I opened the door curiously. My gaze naturally dropped low. Stunned for a beat, I smiled—not my usual teasing smirk, but the gentle one reserved for my women.
"Hey."
Seonhye, kneeling politely, looked up with a radiant smile.
"Welcome home♥"
Under the roof, no humans remained. Just two beasts, ravaging each other's bodies with feral hunger.