Heat Period (2)
A heavy, complicated feeling settled over him.
He'd searched the news hoping it might offer even a sliver of help. Every report that came up was uniformly, crushingly hopeless.
The only solutions they offered were to handle it himself or get help from a wife or girlfriend. His wife, unfortunately, was overseas on a business trip, which meant he had no choice but to weather these sudden waves of heat alone. It wasn't as if he could visit a brothel every time the heat hit him, either. The road ahead looked bleak.
Thankfully—if you could even call it that—the morning's relief had at least gotten him through today. Tomorrow was another matter entirely.
Could he really keep from causing an incident before his wife came home? Society already had a tendency to look at the Heat Period with a certain shame, and he wanted to keep it from his family and everyone around him for as long as he possibly could.
"I should at least change clothes first."
He tossed the hopelessly stretched-out white T-shirt onto the floor—a shirt he never would have given a second glance, let alone worn, under ordinary circumstances—and headed for the supermarket, hoping to finish the shopping as quickly as he could. His beloved daughter was coming home today from a trip with her friends.
There's no way I'd do something like that in front of my daughter... right?
With gas prices climbing, he'd been relying on public transit more than the car lately—and right now, that decision was making his life a living hell.
"Nngh... s-stop...!"
"Shh. You were panting like a dog in heat. What's your problem now?"
A woman pressed her ample chest against his back and slipped both hands down the waistband of his pants, wrapping her fingers around his cock. Packed into a bus stuffed wall-to-wall with nothing but women, he couldn't even cry for help as he was groped.
The reason it had come to this was simple enough. The moment he boarded, the heat had slammed into him—and another woman had spotted the erection tenting his clothes.
"S-stooop..."
Whether it was the Heat Period or not, his willpower was draining at a terrifying speed, and some traitorous part of him wanted nothing more than to surrender to the pleasure. The whites of his eyes were just about to show when he reached toward the person standing beside him, desperate for help.
His hand sank into something soft.
"Hmm~?"
He had just groped the breast of the woman next to him, and in doing so had dragged a third party straight into the mess. Everyone on the bus had been tacitly looking the other way—until he went and openly stimulated the woman beside him. After that, none of them could hold back. Hands that had been pretending to do nothing at all began roaming over him from every direction.
"Whoa... look at that body."
"That's so fucking hot."
"Hey, hurry up and take a picture."
Eyes glittering with greed, glossy lips working as they licked their chops. The moment his wife left the country, he was being gang-raped on a bus.
"P-please... help me... I-I'm sooorryyy..."
Hands found his hair, his neck, his chest—every place they could reach, they touched. And yet the sharpest stimulus of all was sound.
"If you're sorry, then moan for me."
That sticky whisper curled into his ear, and before he could stop himself—
"Hnnnngh~♡"
Pre-cum burst out of him. He came so much it soaked through his underwear and trickled in a slow, shameful stream down into his shorts.
A sharp squeal of brakes, and the bus pulled up to a stop.
"Haaah..."
He took it as his chance. In one last desperate struggle he clutched his shirt—several buttons already undone—and stumbled off the bus.
The aftershocks of what had just been done to him left his legs trembling. A faint fever was rising through his body, and holding on to his sanity was getting harder by the second. To anyone watching, he probably looked like a male whore writhing through an aphrodisiac high.
He genuinely could not stay on his feet any longer. He was just about to sink onto the station floor when a kind, familiar voice reached him, and with it, a helping hand.
"Jeon Hanbyul! What's wrong with you?"
The woman he'd dated before he went out with Jiwoo and married her. His ex-girlfriend, Jung Haeseo.
Supported by Haeseo's arm, he let himself be led to the ecological park. The heat still hadn't broken, though, and things he absolutely should not have been doing started coming out of him as naturally as breathing.
It was a mercy he was married to Jiwoo, that he had a warm little family waiting for him. If he hadn't, he would already have been begging Haeseo to let him come. That was how far gone he was—and that was how dangerously attractive she still was.
A brown bob. Features sharper and fiercer than his wife Jiwoo's, if not quite as striking. A full D-cup chest, and a figure that rivaled Jiwoo's child-bearing pelvis.
Honestly, Haeseo could have found herself a perfectly good man without him. The same was true of his wife, of course.
"Th-thank you... Haeseo..."
"What on earth happened to you?"
"Nngh... it's nothing~♡"
He clutched the arm she had offered in concern and, without meaning to, started carefully rubbing his thigh against her. His swollen cock slid in and out between her fingers, the bunched fabric of his pants dragging over the head with every pass.
"Hahk... hah... haaahn..."
I shouldn't be doing this.
His head knew that. His body refused to listen. He was already burning up, and it felt like he would lose his mind if he didn't find some way to let it out.
She just watched him do it. And as she did—
More... more... more...!
He started rolling his hips and waist as if he were actually thrusting into her hand. Haeseo curled her fingers into a loose ring to match him.
"This is nice too."
"Nn?"
He was fairly sure she had said something, but his mind was too far gone to catch it. Whether he had truly lost his senses or simply gone insane, he was showing his ex-girlfriend the kind of spoiled little act he had only ever let his wife see.
"Hey, what did you just say?!"
"Heh♡ I'm not gonna tell you."
"Tell me! Just tell meee!"
He pressed the full length of his body against her and shook himself even harder, and Haeseo's breasts bounced with the motion. Her crop top inched upward, baring the underside of her chest. Crop tops had become fashionable enough that plenty of women had stopped wearing bras, so it was hardly surprising—but for a man in heat, the mere sight of that soft undercurve was enough to send him into a frenzy.
He wanted to shove his cock between those damp undersides and roll his hips like an animal. He fought the instinct down for his wife's sake. He really did.
"You're so mean!!! I'm gonna hit you. I'm gonna lick you. I'm gonna suck on them!"
He let go of everything he'd been using to pin her arm and all but tumbled into her embrace, groping at the underside of her breasts.
"H-Hanbyul!! Nngyaah~♡"
The force of him and the way he touched her shoved the crop top all the way up, stripping Haeseo from the waist up whether she liked it or not. Her brown nipples stood out in tight, pebbled peaks, and he couldn't hold himself back. His tongue slid out.
"Mmph!"
He started sucking on another woman's breasts—breasts that did not belong to his wife.
"Nngh~♡ Yes. Feels so fucking good. Suck them. Keep sucking."
She locked her arms and legs around him so he couldn't run and kept whispering the same demand into his ear.
Hanbyul had completely forgotten that he'd come out to buy groceries for Jia's lunch. He was writhing against another woman, buried in her chest, panting like he might never come up for air.
He had been at it for some time when the sound of a group of girls passing behind them reached him. And from that group, a familiar name and a familiar voice slipped between the press of Haeseo's breasts and into his ear—a voice he should not have been hearing. Not here. Not like this.
"Jiaaa, let's go drinking~"
"I can't. I have to go meet my dad."
"You're not a little daddy's girl. Why do you like your dad that much?"
"Right! Then show us your dad!"
"Hey, you wanna die? Anything else is fine, but not my dad."
Jia and her friends.
Even in the middle of a Heat Period, maybe fatherhood—no, a father's duty—ran deeper than the heat. He stopped what he was doing.
"Huh? Why'd you stop? Embarrassed?"
Haeseo looked up at him with a slow, sticky gaze.
And in that exact moment—
"Holy shit. Look at that."
One of Jia's friends called the rest of the group over. Jia stopped walking too, asking why, falling in with them as they clustered together.
"Holy shit..."
They had seen him. Fortunately it was only his back, and even that was wrapped in a pair of breasts, so they couldn't possibly have dreamed it was him. They had simply stopped in their tracks at the filthy scene unfolding in front of them.
"That's so fucking filthy."
"I wanna slam him into a reverse breeding press and milk him dry right now."
"Hey, weren't you going to see your dad? Hurry up. Heh."
"No, I..."
Jia wavered, caught between going and staying. The situation showed no sign of improving—and that was when Haeseo raised her voice.
"Hey! What are you little brats staring at?! Get the hell out of here!"
Haeseo had a temper, and her threat was enough. The girls scattered in a hurry.
With the interlopers gone, she looked at him again with those same seductive eyes. He was sorry to disappoint her. Jia had already snapped him back to his senses.
"I-I'm sorry, Haeseo... Please forget about today. Let's pretend it never happened. I'm really sorry. I think I lost my mind..."
He wrapped the situation up as fast as he could and hurried off to finish the shopping, dragging a body still slick with sweat.
Jia's group was gone. Hanbyul was gone. Jung Haeseo was left alone in the park with her full, heavy breasts still bared to the air.
"Fuck. Is this some kind of joke? Seriously..."
She ground her teeth until they creaked. Then her mouth stretched wide, and she smiled.