Vacation Prep (7)
"So why the fuck is that bitch talking to you?"
"Jia! How dare you speak to your father like that!"
"Ah, fuck. You were going at it with that bitch, weren't you."
"Then what's the point of me even being here? Why not do it with me? You like that big-titted bitch that much?"
"W-what are you talking about! Jia, we're family. And what do her breasts have to do with any of this..!"
"Wow. You still won't come out and say you didn't sleep with her, huh? So what, anyone who isn't family is fair game?"
"Is that bitch in heat the one you want?"
"D-don't talk about Yerim like th—..!"
"Yerim? Ah. So her name was Yerim."
The sound of teeth grinding had never been so chilling.
"J-Jia.."
To explain how we got here, I need to rewind a little.
"Aigoo, I'm exhausted... so exhausted..."
"Tell me about it. Today really took it out of us..."
Baek Jiwoo sat at her desk, stretching. Her shoulders seemed especially stubborn today; even mimicking a cat-cow pose couldn't wipe the dissatisfaction from her face.
"Jiwoo... would you like me to give you a massage...?"
I'd done this countless times for my wife Jiwoo whenever her shoulders knotted up, so I figured I could at least help a little.
"A massage?"
She looked mildly surprised, but there was expectation written all over her face. I didn't want to disappoint that look, so I rolled up my sleeves and put on a show of confidence.
"I may not look it, but I'm pretty good at this!"
"Th-then..."
Before I set my hands on her shoulders in earnest, I checked on the girls. Fortunately, Jia and Iseul had made a string of small mistakes today and were stuck doing dishes in the kitchen, which meant I wouldn't have to endure my daughter's smoldering glare.
Relieved, I let my shoulders drop and set my hands on hers.
"Nnh...!"
"Breathe out and let your body go slack. It works better if you actually relax."
"A-alright..."
The moment I started working her shoulders, I understood.
Wow... how long has this been building up?
The knotted muscle was hard as stone, one step short of turning to rock.
"These are incredibly tight..."
"Well, there's never a moment to rest when you're working, is there. Honestly, it's only this manageable because I'm a woman. If I were a man I'd have collapsed a long time ago..."
I leaned in closer to put more weight behind my hands, and a wash of lavender rose from her white hair.
"Hah... you smell wonderful..."
"Ah— th-thank you..."
Every time her shoulders shifted, her chest lifted with them. The full, heavy swell of it strained against her T-shirt, swaying with each motion, and my eyes locked on and would not let go.
"...!!"
Hhhk...
I went into heat before I even realized it. I tried to hold it down, I really did, but my body had stopped listening. I started doing things I would never have done in my right mind.
"J-just a little more..."
"Ah, okayyy..."
It wasn't a chair with a backrest, so my body was pressed flush against her back. From there I began to roll my hips, just a little, letting out breath after heated breath.
"Hahk... hhaa... nnh..."
"..."
She lowered her head. She still said nothing, even as I kept going, and that silence made me bolder. I stopped pretending and rubbed up and down in earnest, grinding my swollen cock against her.
"Hhaaah... Jia's father..."
"Y-yeees...♡"
"That feels nice..."
"Th-thank you..."
By then I had a grip on her shoulders and was leaning into her, hips snapping forward against her back like I was thrusting into her.
"Hhhk... hhhk... hhhk..."
Whatever had happened that morning, nearly twelve hours of built-up lust was coming out of me all at once.
"Iseul's mother. I-I'm so sorryyy..."
"N-no... I like it toooo...♡"
The sound of Iseul and Jia grumbling drifted in from the kitchen — they must have finished the dishes. The reminder of my daughter snapped me back to myself, and I froze.
"Ah..."
Iseul's mother let out a small, disappointed sigh, but my face was already burning. I had just been acting like a dog in heat.
"I... nnh... I'm sorry, Jiwoo."
"Nnh... it's alright..."
She looked back at me, still breathing hard. I had never realized how seductive that snow-white skin and white hair could be.
"And from now on... don't call me Jiwoo, or Iseul's mother. Call me... N-Noona."
Jia had mentioned that Baek Jiwoo was six years older than me. The image of a thirty-nine-year-old married man calling a forty-five-year-old married woman Noona was so absurd I couldn't keep the laugh in.
"Pfft—"
"Hmm? Did you just laugh? Hmph!! Jia's father, I didn't realize you were this shameless."
"Ah— that's not it..! I laughed because you're too cute. Heh."
"Nnnhhh~♡ Then call me Noona from now on."
"Alright. Jiwoo-noona. And you can just call me Hanbyul."
"Okay, Hanbyul..."
Whatever that just was, it felt like a door had cracked open on a relationship that had been stiff and awkward until now.
"Daaad~!"
"Ghhk!"
My daughter's monstrous strength slammed into me from behind in a hug, and my whole body lurched. But it had been so long since I'd seen her act cute like this that a warmth spread through my chest anyway.
"Let's go home already. I'm tiiired..."
"Yes, it's gotten late. You should head in too, Hanbyul..."
"Ah, yes. You get home safe too, Noona..!"
"Hm?"
"What in the world is going on?"
Jia and Iseul had overheard us. Both of them blinked.
"Huh? Dad, you got close with Iseul's mom already?"
"Mom! What the hell! You got close with Jia's dad before I did?"
And so each of us headed home with our own little investigator in tow.
Jia and I were having a rare, uneventful, genuinely pleasant stretch of time together when it started.
Creeeak... creeeak...
From the playground, rusted metal let out that same bone-crawling screech once more.
Don't tell me...
It was too dark to make out a face, but something in my gut already knew. The person on the swing was Seo Yerim.
"I've been waiting."
"Hm?"
From Jia's point of view, she probably just looked like some drunk making a scene...
"Can I talk to you for a moment?"
The college girl stood up from the swing and started toward me. Jia bristled at once, wary as a cat protecting what was hers.
"The hell are you."
"Who's that next to you?"
"I should be asking you that."
That was the moment Jia and Yerim met.
"Oppa, I never said you couldn't contact me."
"What? Oppa? Is this bitch kidding me..."
"Jia.. hold on a second.."
She looked ready to throw a punch for real, so I held her back.
"Ah..."
Something seemed to click. Yerim tipped her chin up just slightly.
"So this is the Jia Oppa mentioned? Ha. Some insect of a girl got herself involved."
"What? The fuck did you just say. If anyone's an insect, it's you. Some rock that just rolled in thinks it can kick out the one that's already planted."
I could feel the invisible sparks flying between them from where I stood.
"Who even are you."
"Who are you."
"I asked first, you bitch!!!"
"Ah. You look like a whore and you talk like one too."
"What..!"
I stepped forward before I even knew I was moving.
"What? What did you just say..?"
"Oppa, the Jia you talked about while we were having sex was this bitch?"
"What? Sex?! What the fuck do you mean, sex, SEX!!!!"
"Hey, stay out of it, you slut. I'm talking to Oppa right now."
"Seo Yerim! What the hell have you been saying to Jia this whole time!!!"
She wasn't even looking at me anymore. The two of them had closed the distance until their foreheads were nearly touching, one breath away from swinging.
As a father, I couldn't stand hearing my daughter called a slut. The rage drowned out everything else — including the fact that I was supposed to be breaking this up...
SLAP!!!
"Don't you ever let those words leave your mouth!!!"
I had slapped Yerim across the face.
"Ah...?"
She touched her cheek with a dazed look, as if she couldn't quite process what had just happened to her.
"O-Oppa..?"
"This fucking bitch and her oppa, oppa, fucking circus act!!!!"
Jia drove her fist into the wall, so furious that if people hadn't started gathering around us she really might have killed her.
"Hah.. let's just go inside, Jia."
Jia folded her arms and glared at me over her shoulder in a way that said, You'd better tell me the truth — and I left that look behind me as I glanced back at Yerim, still standing vacant in the middle of the playground. I had no idea what was going through her head. I bent at the waist, just a little, in something like an apology, and followed Jia home.
This was my fault...
I should have been firm with her. Instead I went soft, left her with nothing but a I'll come, and this is the mess it made.
And more importantly... what am I supposed to do about Jia..?
The second we stepped inside, Jia seized me by the collar and hauled me into the living room. I went limp in her grip and found myself face to face with her.
Those sharp eyes looked even sharper now. Her voice dropped, low and even.
"So why the fuck is that bitch talking to you?"
"Jia! How dare you speak to your father like that!"
"Ah, fuck. You were going at it with that bitch, weren't you."
The word sex came out of Jia's mouth, and before I could get a single word of explanation in, the rest of it came pouring out of her, raw with rage.
"Then what's the point of me even being here? Why not do it with me? You like that big-titted bitch that much?"
"W-what are you talking about! Jia, we're family. And what do her breasts have to do with any of this..!"
"Wow. You still won't come out and say you didn't sleep with her, huh? So what, anyone who isn't family is fair game?"
Jia's eyes had gone dull and cloudy, the same way Yerim's had yesterday.
"Is that bitch in heat the one you want?"
"D-don't talk about Yerim like th—..!"
"Yerim? Ah. So her name was Yerim."
The sound of teeth grinding had never been so chilling.
"J-Jia.."
"Fuck. Some father you are, sneaking around behind Mom's back getting your dick wet... and now you're even covering for that woman? Fuck this. I've had it."
She snatched my wrist, dragged me down the hall, and threw me into her room.
"Ghhk..."
"Hey. No. Jeon Hanbyul."
"J-Jia..."
His side had caught the corner of the bed. He couldn't even get the words out properly, squirming where he'd landed, and Jia looked down at him with eyes gone cold.