Wrapping Up at the Department Store
"Jia, are you okay...?"
Hanbyul held out a cup of cold water to Jia, who sat on the bench wearing a completely vacant expression. Having passed out in the fitting room and come several times in the process, she had no memory of any of it whatsoever.
It was practically no different from raping his own daughter without her knowing. Well... all's well that ends well, I suppose...
"Nn..."
Yang Jia flushed crimson, embarrassed at the thought that she might have made a mess of herself. Whether or not she realized she'd been crudely rocking her hips and waist, pissing herself as she gasped her way through an orgasm... there were times she really did seem like such an innocent kid.
With lunchtime approaching, they headed toward the restaurant they'd picked out before even setting foot in the department store. The closer they got, the more tangled Hanbyul's nerves became. Right now, his attention wasn't on the restaurant at all — it was fixed entirely on her.
And of course, at that same moment, Jiwoo — walking toward the restaurant with her daughter Iseul — was in exactly the same state.
It didn't take long at all for the two of them to meet.
"Oh! They're here!"
"It's been forever!!!"
The two daughters spotted each other from a distance and launched into an enthusiastic welcome. The two parents, by contrast, merely caught each other's eyes and exchanged a brief, stiff nod.
These were people who'd been in perfectly good spirits all the way from getting off the bus to arriving at the department store — and now they were suddenly acting awkward, painfully aware of each other. The two daughters shot them suspicious looks.
"Hmm...?"
"Fuck..."
Iseul was unusually interested. Her mom seemed excited, almost giddy, in a way she'd never seen before. Jia, meanwhile, was starting to wonder if something had happened between her dad and Iseul's mom in the meantime... and then shuddering at her own filthy imagination.
"Let's just go in."
Jiwoo headed inside first, her movements stiff and awkward, and the others followed behind her.
"Right this way. I'll show you to your table."
Unlike the typical open-floor restaurants in the department store, this was a Chinese restaurant divided into individual private rooms. The atmosphere was rather old-fashioned and quiet — a nice place to sit and talk over a meal.
Jia sat beside Hanbyul, with Jiwoo seated directly across from him. For a while, nobody said a word, all of them staring at the menus. Jia and Iseul were actually reading theirs. Jiwoo and Hanbyul were looking at the menus too — but nothing on the page was registering.
"Alright, I'll order for us!"
Iseul beamed as she placed the order. The food arrived, and lunch began to flow as naturally as water.
"Whoa... this is amazing."
"Right? This is incredible."
Even Jia, who'd been in a bit of a mood, started to loosen up at the parade of high-end dishes. Hanbyul decided he couldn't keep acting like this, so he picked up a piece of crispy chili chicken and set it on Jia's plate.
"Huh? You eat first, Dad."
"No. I want to watch my daughter eat first."
As if nothing that had just happened in the fitting room even existed, Hanbyul gazed at his daughter with those same loving eyes. And just like that, all of Jia's lingering thoughts evaporated, and she was back to her usual self.
"Mmm~ it's so good!!!"
"Om nom nom."
Everyone was enjoying their meal when Jia, as if suddenly remembering something she'd completely forgotten, started bragging about a rather big incident.
"Oh wait, Dad — I saw something totally insane."
"Hmm? What?"
She was shaking both fists like she'd genuinely witnessed something extraordinary, so naturally the mother-daughter pair across the table turned their attention her way too.
"Okay, so, like..."
Let's rewind to before Jia arrived at the meeting spot.
While everyone else had been busy with their own private affairs, Jia had been leisurely wandering the department store, enjoying some food.
"Hahh... I'm pretty full, but just this last bit."
Jia tossed the last of her sweet-and-spicy fried chicken into her mouth and chewed like a hamster. She'd barely even started chewing before she was already swallowing, her throat working hard to get it down.
"Ah... ssip, did I eat too much?"
A little overeating was already sending signals from her stomach, so she wanted to finish up and get to a bathroom.
"There's gonna be a ton of people, right...?"
Figuring the restaurant floor would be relatively crowded, she went down one level. And of all the bathrooms she could have walked into... it was the one where Jiwoo was currently masturbating to a video of Hanbyul.
"Ah... my stomach..."
Clutching her belly, Jia hurried into the bathroom like it was an emergency. She was inwardly relieved to see plenty of empty stalls — but then a certain sound reached her ears, and she forgot all about her stomach, carefully leaning in to listen.
"Haaahh... I'm... I'm gonna... I'm gonna come too...♡"
A woman's voice, pleading and desperate. It sounded vaguely familiar, and yet the lewdness of it was something she'd never heard before.
W-wait... is she masturbating...?
Even for Jia, who was something of an expert on the subject herself, masturbating in a public restroom was a genuine shock.
I-is this for real...?
"Hnn... hhooohh... haah...♡"
The crude, porcine moans of a sow in heat spilled out from the first stall.
Holy shit...
It wasn't like she was into other women, and she wasn't a voyeur either. But something about this novel experience had her hooked — she couldn't take her eyes off that stall door.
"Ha... Hanbyul-ahhh...! I... I think I'm gonna come...♡ Hhoook... hhok..."
What did she just say...?
She was pretty sure she'd heard something that sounded like her dad's name, but the wet, sloppy sounds made it hard to catch.
Something feels off about this.
A lingering unease settled over her, like she'd just missed something incredibly important, and her brow furrowed. But then—
"OOOOOHHHH!!! OOOOOOHHHH!!! I'M COMMIIIIIIING♡♡♡♡♡♡"
A climaxing cry that rivaled a scream tore through the air, and every thought in Jia's head vanished. Now she just wanted to know how filthy the woman on the other side of that door looked.
"..."
Jia dropped to the bathroom floor, pressed her cheek against the tiles, and peeked through the gap at the bottom of the stall. The woman must have been lying back on the toilet seat — all Jia could see were her lifted ankles.
Ah, if I just get a little closer, I bet I could see more...
She checked her surroundings again and waited, listening for those same filthy sounds.
"M-me tooooooohhh!!! HHOOOOOOOHHHH!!!!"
Piss sprayed across the floor along with her juices, her hips bucking wildly — and for a split second, her ass came into view.
Now!
Seizing the moment, Jia crept even closer and peered through the gap. Her curiosity was so overwhelming that she calmly did something no normal person would ever do.
"Haa... haaaaahh..."
A spent, post-orgasm sound leaked out, and at the same time — thwap — a thick, meaty sound as her thighs and ass slammed down onto the floor, completely spent, as if she'd been wrung completely dry.
"Whoa... hup!!!"
Between those plump, succulent thighs that made you want to smack them right then and there—
Psssshhh...
Piss was still leaking from her cunt.
"..."
Only after taking in the woman's thick, voluptuous ass — a soaked thicket of pussy hair that looked like it could cover Jia's entire belly, her hole winking open and shut as if begging for cock — did Jia quietly get to her feet. And then, terrified of being caught, she bolted out of the bathroom.
"No way!"
Iseul stared at Jia like she couldn't believe a word of it.
"It's true... I saw it with my own two eyes, okay?"
The storyteller waved her arms around in frustration, all worked up. Completely unaware that the star of her story was sitting diagonally to her left — and that the man who'd caused it all was sitting right next to her.
"But like, how thick was she?"
"Hmm..."
Jia tilted her head and glanced over at Jiwoo.
"Probably thicker than your mom, if anything. Definitely not less."
"Whoa... holy shit."
The story had the whole room heating up. Through Jia's tale, the two of them were confirming something about each other's feelings.
Is she interested in me...?
Did she really masturbate to the video I sent her?
The details didn't quite match, but either way, the two of them were now far too deeply involved with each other.
"Oh wait!"
Something clicked for Iseul after hearing Jia's story, and she clapped her hands together.
"Mom! You heard that too, right?"
"Hmm? Heard what?"
"In the fitting room earlier!"
"!? Hack, cough!!!Kack... kack..."
The word fitting room made her guilty conscience flare, and she started choking on her water mid-sip.
Don't tell me...
She was frantically wondering if they'd somehow found out what she'd done, when—
"H-here, Hanbyul... wipe with this..."
Jiwoo-noona held out a napkin, too shy to meet his eyes.
"Ah... thanks... Jiwoo-noona..."
He roughly gauged the position and reached out with his eyes lowered...
"Khh...♡"
Their hands touched. He flinched hard without meaning to, but luckily Iseul was already launching into her story, so nobody seemed to notice.
"Wait, so who did it in the fitting room?"
"Yeah! That's what I'm saying. They had sex! S-E-X!!!"
The two daughters tossed around words like masturbation, thick body, climax, moaning, and sex without the slightest hint of shame — leaving the two parents unable to tell whether their food was going in their mouths or their noses.
It wasn't something that could just be swept under the rug. But after the meal they went shopping, watched a movie, had dinner — and gradually worked their way back to normal.
We're leaving on the trip tomorrow... that could've been so awkward...
They were going to be together for two nights and three days. Doing their best to keep things from getting uncomfortable seemed to have paid off.
"Alright, everyone get home safe, see you tomorrow!!!"
Baek Iseul waved her arms wildly, wearing that characteristically easy, wide-open grin of hers.
"Get home safely~"
Baek Jiwoo gave a slight bow, one hand adjusting the heavy swell of her breasts as she said goodbye.
"I'll call you when I get home! You get home safe too, unnie!"
Having gotten close through their part-time job, Yang Jia now casually called Iseul's mom "unnie" — and just as casually went on her way.
"Thank you for everything."
Jeon Hanbyul bowed as well, following Baek Jiwoo's lead.
And so they wrapped up the long, long process of raising money — the part-time job — and shopping to prep for the summer trip...
Tomorrow, at last, the real vacation would begin.
What kinds of things were waiting for them tomorrow...?
Each of them went home carrying their own swelling expectations, bringing a peaceful(?) day to a close.