Under the Counter, Noona
When I opened my eyes, sunlight was already pouring in through the window. It was a refreshing feeling I hadn't had in a while. Strangely enough, I always slept deeply the morning after mixing bodies with a woman.
I threw on some clothes haphazardly and headed downstairs for breakfast, only to run into Auntie Marina right in the middle of the stairs.
"Morning, landlady."
"Sian, did you sleep well?"
The landlady greeted me with her usual kind, composed smile.
"Where you headed?"
"Room 203's guest is checking out today, so I'm going up to clean."
"Yeah? Let me give you a hand then."
I stepped aside to let her pass first. As she climbed one step, then two, my eyes naturally fell on the way her full hips swayed under her skirt hem. I reached out and grabbed one cheek, squeezing it firmly in my grip.
"Looking pretty as ever today. Especially from behind."
At my cheeky, straightforward compliment, the landaldy was startled and glanced around.
"Eek...! S-Sian. Not out here."
"Got it."
I pulled my hand away with a feigned sigh of regret, and we entered the empty second-floor room to start cleaning. Inside, the landlady kept stealing glances at me, tense as if expecting me to suddenly grope her again.
So cute.
Every time she bent over, she'd flinch. In the cramped room, her shoulders would stiffen whenever we brushed past each other just barely avoiding collision. That subtle tension was pretty thrilling—and fun.
Once cleaning was done, we gathered the bedsheets in our arms and headed down the stairs. Even then, Auntie was hyper-aware of my footsteps.
A moment later, in the backyard behind the inn where the clothesline was strung up, we started hanging the freshly washed sheets. After I'd seriously helped for a while, her tension seemed to ease, and she spread the sheets out freely. I snuck up silently and wrapped my arms tight around her waist from behind.
"Oh!"
I buried my nose in her pale neck. The sweet scent of her skin hit me hard—I wanted to devour her lips right then, but I held back. It was way more delicious to wait until she got needy and came for my lips first.
Instead, I pressed my hardening cock right into the cleft of her ass and rubbed gently.
"S-Sian. Wh-what if someone sees?!"
"It's fine. The hanging quilts block the view—no one can see us. Unless someone jumps out from those bushes over there."
I whispered reassuringly, plainly, as I slid my hand up over her apron to cup her breast. Her breathing turned ragged at my kneading touch.
"Hah...!"
"Soft as ever today, noona."
"N-not here... Eek!"
The landlady twisted, trying to push my hand away. I caught it lightly and brought my lips close to her ear.
"Don't worry. I don't plan on going all the way here."
"Ah, hng... Liar..."
"I just want to hold you, noona."
But contrary to my words, my cock swelled huge, heating her ass, while my free hand slipped inside her apron to find a nipple and pinch it firmly.
"Ah, aaang...! Sian, nn! W-wait, haa...!"
As her moans grew louder, I quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Mmph, mmph! Hnnngh!"
Her legs quivered with muffled nasal whimpers. I released her mouth and stepped back. Without my support, Auntie clutched the hanging sheets, panting harshly.
"Haa, haa..."
"I'll be at the counter. Take your time coming in, landlady."
I sat on the stool behind the counter and dozed off briefly. Tap, tap, tap! Footsteps woke me—the landlady approached. Her work apron was gone, tossed aside, and her flushed face peeked through disheveled hair. It was quite the sight. Her cheeks still burned red, and in her glaring eyes, I read resentment, a touch of anger, and sticky, unquenched lust all mixed together.
"Sian... You enjoy teasing Auntie that much?"
"Teasing? You liked it too, landlady."
She bit her lip at my sly reply. Then she slipped behind the counter and crouched down, hiding under it.
"Huh? Landlady? What the—"
"Call me noona."
Her commanding tone made me chuckle. Just yesterday she'd been too shy to know what to do, and now she was like she wanted to devour me. I played along, feigning surprise as I sat back down.
"Eek...! N-Noona? Wait, not here all of a sudden—"
My pants were down in a flash, and she gripped my already half-hard cock from earlier.
"What? You seemed pretty cocky groping me freely in the yard. Not so much now?"
She smirked wickedly and started stroking slowly. Then, unable to hold back, she engulfed it whole.
"Slurp, schlop... Shluuuurp..."
"Haa, you're driving me crazy... noona, you're making that noise on purpose, aren't you? Someone might hear—"
"Mmph, shlooorrp... Slurp, sluuuurp...!"
My half-hearted protests were useless. Instead, she tightened her mouth and made obscene slurps echo through the entire hall on purpose.
"Schlop, schlop, sluuuuurp..."
The sticky mix of saliva. Her lewd tongue tormenting and sucking my cock. Under the counter on the first floor of the inn—in broad daylight, where anyone could walk in—the sight of this married woman lost in lust created insane synergy, pleasure stabbing straight to my brain.
Ah, this is no joke.
I'd planned to play along, but her overwhelming tongue work had me on the verge already.
"Haa, haa... S-sis. I'm gonna cum—slow down."
"Slurp, schlop... Shluuuuuurp...!"
At my plea, she gripped my thighs with both hands, vacuumed her mouth, and bobbed her head even faster.
"Ah, sis... I'm at my limit. Gonna cum!!!"
I grabbed her hair and unleashed my pent-up load. Semen flooded her mouth, and with eyes wide, she sucked hard to drain every drop.
Ding-a-ling! Right then. The cheerful bell rang as the inn door swung open.
"Mom! I'm back!"
A bright, youthful voice—thunderous to us—boomed through the hall. It was Mari.
In that instant, the landlady's movements under my crotch sped up like a hero party's rogue. Gulp. She swallowed it all in one go, gave my cock one deep suck, then yanked my pants up and buckled them with lightning speed. No time to admire her skill.
"Huh? Who're you?"
Mari spotted me and strode toward the counter.
"Mari, it's me. Who else?"
"Huh...?"
As Mari paused, tilting her head, the landlady's perfect cleanup let me step out casually, clothes straight.
"It's me, me."
"Oppa Sian?!"
Mari's eyes went wide, and she flew into my arms like a butterfly. Luckily, my recent release had my cock deflating fast. Relieved to dodge embarrassment, I patted her back lightly.
"Mari, it's been forever. Adventure go okay? No injuries?"
"Yeah, ended quicker than I thought, hehe. Oppa, really been ages! Where's Mom?"
"Uh... Probably in the backyard? She was hanging laundry earlier."
"Oh, okay?"
Mari dropped her heavy bag with a thud and dashed through the kitchen to the back door.
"Mooom—!"
As her lively call and footsteps faded, the landlady emerged from under the counter, legs wobbly. Disheveled hair, flushed cheeks. I wiped the semen from her lip with my thumb. I smiled at her—she froze a beat, then snapped to and headed out the front.
Moments later, the mother-daughter pair entered chatting, and I grinned at them.
—How are both mother and daughter resonance partners? Wild.
Ria's admiration echoed in my head. Fair enough—even five years ago, Mari had taken to me right away. I remembered her occasional admiring glances. But I hadn't expected Marina sis to open up this easily.
By evening, a small party celebrated Mari's safe return. We had village-bought smoked meat and cheese, plus saved whiskey.
"Oppa, this is so good! Another round?"
Mari, in high spirits, beamed and stuck to my side. A few drinks in, her cheeks were rosy.
"Mari, slow down. You'll get wasted quick."
"Pfft, I'm an adventurer now! This won't faze me."
She stuck out her tongue and hugged my arm tight. Auntie watching had a subtle flicker in her eyes. Those lips that had swallowed me under the counter now wet with bitter whiskey.
"So, Oppa, what've you been up to these five years? I wanted to look for you, but no word."
"Told you—wandering, doing mercenary gigs. Made some cash, now here to chill."
No need to mention being the Demon King-slaying hero. Or the Holy Sword's owner needing resonance energy.
"For real? With your skills, bet you were in some big merc group."
"Nah. Just nameless grunt work."
"Come on, I know your strength. Caused trouble? Hit on some noble lady? Spill!"
Drunk, she shook my arm, eyes glassy—bolder than usual. The innocent kid from five years ago saying this made me chuckle.
"Mari, you're drunk. No weird talk—let's call it. I'll walk you to your room."
As I stood, Auntie watching hurriedly rose too.
"Sian, I'll handle it. Mari, come on."
"Nooo! I can go alone. I'm an adventurer now—not some kid clinging to Oppa!"
Stumbling but stubborn, she gripped the stair rail. Auntie fretted close behind, lest she fall. I drained my whiskey and cleared the smoked meat plates.
—Gonna go for Mari next? She seems hooked already.
'Nah, focusing on Marina noona for now.'