Mother-Daughter Threesome at the Luxury Hotel
From the moment Taeyang had popped Seonhui's cherry to kick off their mother-daughter donburi, all their sex up to now had been handled in nearby motels or at home. Neither she nor Taeyang had ever cared much about the externals anyway. But today was different. She'd gone along with Taeyang's somewhat reckless demand to bring in an unknown woman for a 3P.
Impressed by her agreement, Taeyang declared he'd handle everything from start to finish—just show up with her body. Seonhui arrived at the address he'd sent, blinking in stunned silence. Was this really the place? It felt like stepping into another world.
"......Whoa..."
Standing there dazed for a long moment, taking in the surroundings, Seonhui let out a short gasp of awe. She'd lived comfortably enough, but as an ordinary person, a place like this luxurious hotel had never crossed her path. And this wasn't even the public lobby floor—it was the exclusive level reserved for guests in the highest-grade suites. Every other guest was draped in designer labels, every staff member strikingly handsome, their every step and gesture screaming old money.
Her gaze drifted up to the ornate chandelier overhead. Countless prisms caught the light, sparkling in dazzling splendor. She gasped again.
"It's huge......"
No one like that was around, but she shrank anyway, double-checking her own outfit. Her usual modern jeans and plain shirt stood out awkwardly against the other guests. What if they kicked her out for a dress code violation after coming all this way?
As those worries bubbled up, someone spoke right behind her head.
"Welcome."
Startled, Seonhui whipped around to see a hotel staff woman standing right there. The woman bowed politely in greeting. Before Seonhui could process it, she bowed back.
"Oh, uh, hello!"
"I'll escort you. Hand me your bag."
She smoothly took the small bag from Seonhui's shoulder and started walking briskly.
"This way, please."
"Uh, o-okay..."
Who do you think I am? The question popped into her head, but the woman's utterly professional demeanor left her speechless, trailing obediently behind. It wasn't far before familiar blonde hair entered her view. Taeyang sat in a chair, sipping coffee while fiddling with his phone. Their eyes met, and he gave a casual wave.
"Hey, you're here."
The staff woman leading the way bowed curtly to Taeyang with a perfectly businesslike expression.
"I've brought your guest."
"Ah, thanks."
"No trouble at all."
Of course, they wouldn't normally use staff for errands like this, but Taeyang wasn't your average guest to her—this much was fine. Closing his book, Taeyang stood and extended a hand to Seonhui.
"Ready to go?"
"Uh... yeah..."
Seonhui nodded in her daze and took his hand.
"The suite is your usual one."
"Good thing. Booked kinda late—worried it might be taken."
Following the staffer, Taeyang and Seonhui headed to the elevators. While waiting, Seonhui tugged urgently at Taeyang's sleeve.
"What?"
"This hotel..."
She lowered her voice.
"Isn't it crazy expensive?"
"Not outrageously so."
Taeyang shrugged it off.
"Pretty reasonable, actually."
"How much, then?"
Taeyang rolled his eyes side to side for a second. It was pricier than usual with three people.
"Two-fifty a night."
"Hiiiiiik...! *Cough*! *Hack*!"
The astronomical figure made her choke on dry air, coughing wildly. What kind of insane amount was that?
"Hey, hey! Cancel this now and let's just hit a local motel!"
She whispered urgently so the staffer a few steps ahead wouldn't hear. Taeyang chuckled at her frantic tone, finding it adorable.
"Nah. I come here plenty."
Unlike with Ahyeon, it was monthly with her. He was on friendly terms with this staffer too—knew she had two moles on her left butt cheek, even.
"You made a big commitment. Gotta show some sincerity back."
"Still, this is..."
Seonhui hung her head, face flushing. She hadn't expected Taeyang to go this far for her—it heated her up unexpectedly. Of course, Taeyang wasn't booking this pricey spot just out of gratitude.
"It's fine. Really. Don't worry about it. I'm doing this 'cause I want to."
Mother-daughter donburi was best at Seonhye's place, sure, but today was about breaking the ice. Bring them to a place this extravagant, numb their sense of reality, and even confirming her 3P partner was her mom wouldn't spark much resistance.
"Please, step in."
The elevator arrived right on cue. Just as the three were about to board, Taeyang remembered something.
"Oh, right—you said you hadn't eaten."
"No! I'm good! Not hungry!"
Seonhui shook her head frantically. Sure, she'd skipped dinner expecting him to buy her food. But she'd figured a chain buffet nearby at most.
Taeyang brushed it off.
"Restaurant'd take too long anyway, and I don't know the good spots. Buffet's the way."
This place had a buffet too. He asked the staffer,
"How much for the buffet here?"
"Dinner is 160,000 won per person."
"Hiiiik!"
Seonhui gulped empty air again.
"Got it. Just take the bags up, then. We'll eat first."
"Understood."
As flustered Seonhui whipped out her phone to search the hotel buffet, Taeyang grabbed the staffer's ass hard. He whispered low,
"Next time, not as staff... got it?"
"......Looking forward to it."
Her cheeks flushed. Taeyang was a top-tier regular every month, and every visit, he filled her pussy with premium seed.
After finishing at the restaurant buffet on another floor, Taeyang and Seonhui rode the elevator up. Arm-in-arm with him, Seonhui smacked her lips.
"How was it?"
"...Mind-blowing. For real."
She'd never had a meal this lavish in her life. Absurdly expensive for one sitting, but worth every penny.
"Thanks so much."
Seonhui nuzzled his shoulder and arm with her nose.
[34th floor.]
"Let's get off."
"Okay."
He opened the suite door with the keycard he'd brought.
"Whoa..."
Seonhui gasped deeply again. It was like stepping into a chaebol drama set—a whole other universe. Even the disposable slippers at the entrance screamed luxury.
"Come on in. The other's already waiting."
"Ah... okay."
That hit home: she was really doing this with some stranger for Taeyang. It still felt off, but the resistance had faded since earlier. After treatment like this, backing out now would be too ungrateful.
Slipping off her shoes and stepping inside, she swallowed hard. Well, silver lining—better this way. She'd never kept up with Taeyang's stamina alone anyway. She hadn't shown it, but it bruised her pride when she tapped out before the guy. This time, she'd team up with whoever and drain every drop from him. Composing herself, she strode in confidently.
Deeper in the room, on the bed, was Taeyang's other partner. She wore a sheer black negligee that hid nothing, back turned so her face was hidden. But the silhouette felt oddly familiar—Seonhui tilted her head.
"We're here."
"Oh my."
At Taeyang's words, the woman on the bed paused and turned. Seonhui's resolve to play it cool crumbled in under five seconds.
"Wha... wha...!"
She stammered in shock. The face of her 3P partner today was way too familiar.
"Mom...!"
"You're here."
Unlike her horrified daughter, Seonhye rose with a sultry smile, hips swaying seductively as she approached Taeyang. She knew it all already—her eyes curved into thick lines as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Welcome."
*Slurp—* *Smack—* *Smooch—* *Mmmwah—*
The intense, tongue-twining kiss that followed left Seonhui's mind reeling. She couldn't believe those lewd sounds came from her friend and her own mother. Her legs gave out—*slip*—and she sank to the floor.
Her eyes and brain refused to accept the scene.
"Wha... uh..."
Dumb noises leaked from her half-open lips.
"No... this can't... no way..."
Finishing the kiss with Seonhye, Taeyang scratched his head at Seonhui's nonstop muttering of "no."
Coaxing her now would just lead to more denial on the bed, hurting feelings and wasting energy. Better to...
"Yeah, shocked, right? It's okay. I get it."
He knelt on one knee, placing his hand over her trembling one. He felt her layered hands shaking.
"No pressure."
"Taeyang..."
Completely zoned out, Seonhui couldn't even ask for an explanation. Just moved by his kindness—but the next words choked her.
"Then head out first."
Shock therapy was best here.
"Huh?"
"Too bad, but no choice. Guess I'll just play with Seonhye."
He'd called her mom "Seonhye" without honorifics, but she wasn't in a state to call it out. Taeyang stood, turning back to Seonhye. His hand landed on her breast—fingers sank into the plump flesh as he squeezed.
"What about you, Seonhye?"
"Ahh, anything works for me."
Anyone could see the twisted dynamic was off, but the two involved accepted the reversal completely naturally.
"Come here."
Taeyang pulled her wrist like she wasn't even there, climbing onto the bed with Seonhye. Stripping off clothes one by one, he asked,
"How should I do you?"
"Like you have to ask..."
Seonhye smiled lightly and shed her negligee. Daughter or no, she spread her legs lewdly before him.
"Shove that cock in my horny pussy quick♥ Kyaaah! It's in♥♥"
Seonhui could only stare with dead eyes at the pair rolling naked on the bed.