Summer Getaway (1) — Day 1
"Mmm..."
Baek Jiwoo stood before the full-length mirror with her brow furrowed, even though morning had barely begun.
"It's just... not quite right."
Something about her reflection clearly wasn't sitting well with her. The dolphin shorts could barely contain her hips, and her white T-shirt strained across a chest that looked ready to burst free. Anyone else looking at her would have seen nothing wrong — they'd have been drooling, if anything — but she still wasn't satisfied. No, that wasn't quite it. She was satisfied, except for one thing that kept nagging at her.
"Hmph..."
Maybe it was because no one was watching. Jiwoo, who usually presented herself as either a dignified noble lady or a stern, scolding boss, let out a full-blown whine and puffed her cheeks up round.
"I don't like it."
It looks fine when I'm dressed, but the second I take it off, everything's just... too much. Too exposed.
"Still... maybe I should try them on first...?"
She cracked her bedroom door open and crept over to Iseul's tightly shut door, pressing an ear against it to check if her daughter was stirring. Soft, even breaths drifted through — huff... huff... huff... — the sound of a child deep in sleep.
"She's still asleep."
A flicker of relief crossed her face as she laid out the swimsuits she'd bought yesterday across the bed. One was a string bikini. Another was a suggestive red number. And the last one...
"Ahem... should I even bring this...?"
She pinched it between her thumb and forefinger as if it were something hazardous, lifting it high while she stroked her chin and inspected it from every angle.
"Haa... I don't know. Let's just start with the safest one."
And so the unusually sensitive lady of the Baek household picked what she considered — in her own estimation, at least — the most modest option.
The string bikini covered her in all of four places, and that was being generous. Two inverted-triangle scraps of fabric to cover her breasts, and a single strip to hide her plump pussy and the puckered ring of her ass. That was it.
"Hmm, wait."
Wanting a clearer look, she gathered her hair — which fell past her shoulders — into a ponytail, then turned back to the mirror.
"Is this... okay...?"
She cupped her heavy, drooping breasts and took in her body... and it was incredibly lewd. Perhaps she'd just realized how filthy her own figure looked. She yanked her hands down from her chest.
"Then... down below..."
Her gaze drifted downward, and her thick, well-padded thighs stood out in all their mouthwatering fullness.
"Haa... what even is this..."
Everywhere she looked, her body radiated raw sex appeal. Baek Jiwoo, a married woman, clutched her head in despair. To a man, it would have been an irresistibly seductive body — the kind you'd want to spend an entire day ravishing. But Jiwoo herself found it mortifying.
"I-I think I've gained weight..."
She dragged her hands down her face as if washing it dry, then laid both palms on the slight swell of her lower belly. Soft flesh rose to meet her touch.
"N-no way..."
Telling herself this had to be a dream, she grabbed her lower belly with both hands... and a whole handful came away in her grip.
"Hah...! What do I do, what do I do, what do I do."
Her heavy, luscious breasts jiggled and swayed, matching the way Baek Jiwoo's composure was falling apart at the realization that she'd put on weight.
"Sh-should I at least work out a little before we go?"
This was a crisis of the highest order. Except for yesterday, she'd spent every other day working from morning till night... so what on earth had she even eaten to put this much weight back on?
"H-how am I supposed to let Hanbyul see this...!"
Without even realizing she was thinking of Hanbyul, she threw on her workout clothes in a frantic rush, determined not to show off that embarrassing belly fat at the beach — and bolted out of the house.
SLAM!!!
"Mmh...? M-Mom?"
Completely naked, Iseul stumbled out of her room rubbing her eyes, looking for her mother. Finding no one, she turned around and went right back to bed. Unlike her mother, Iseul was starting her day without a single care in the world.
"Jia~ Wake up!"
Hanbyul had woken up as early as a child too excited for a field trip to stay in bed. He'd packed everything the night before, so he could have taken his time... but something about the coming beach trip had him wanting to do this and that before they left, and his eyes had popped open of their own accord.
One of those "this and that" items was going on a morning workout with Jia. And so, fully prepared to get an earful for it, he was waking his daughter at this ungodly hour to put the plan into action.
"Wakey~ wakey~"
"Nngh... mmh...!"
She scrunched up her face and whined, as if telling him to leave her alone.
Sh-should I just stop...?
A flicker of inner conflict crossed his mind, but he'd already changed into his workout clothes, so he pushed through, determined to get them both outside somehow.
"Jia~ Come work out with Daddy~"
"Jiaaa~"
"Jia. Jia!"
"Nnnngh...!"
Jia cracked one eye open, her face twisted in irritation.
"Is Daddy just supposed to go all by himself?"
"Augh, seriously!!!!!"
Jia's patience finally snapped. She snatched Hanbyul — who'd been leaning over her — and dragged him under the covers.
"Mmph!!!"
"What's wrong with you this early in the morning!!!"
If I do it like this... I can make him completely mine...♡
The truth was, Jia had been awake for a while. She'd been pretending to sleep the whole time, just to get her daddy's attention.
Getting to have Daddy all to myself first thing in the morning...♡
She gazed down at her adorable, one-and-only daddy, who was buried in her chest and gasping for air.
"J-Jia... Daddy can't breathe. Could you let me out...?"
The way her breasts were crushing him, the heat of his breath against her skin — the situation itself was getting Jia worked up.
"Hngh...! D-Daddy...♡"
"J-Jia... p-pleeease..."
"Hah... haah... Ab.so.lute.ly not."
Then she locked her thighs around him, pinning him so tightly he couldn't wriggle free. Jia's bed had already been simmering with the heat of her body, and now, with both of their temperatures mixing together, it was only getting hotter.
"Jia. Daddy's sweating..."
He'd meant it as a plea to let him go because it was too hot. Jia, however, seemed to take it as encouragement. She hiked up her crop top a little and started rubbing herself against him.
"Hngh... nngh..."
"J-Jia!"
She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and her stiff nipples dragged across his face.
Kh... this is so dangerous...♡
Feeling lust stir again — with his own daughter right in front of him — he silently begged for forgiveness and hooked his hands around her sides.
"Nngh...?"
And then he tickled her. That the gesture carried the faintest trace of regret was a secret only Hanbyul knew.
"Kyaaaaah~♡"
The instant her grip went slack, he rolled backward and tumbled off the bed. But—
Her hand shot out and clamped onto the hem of his clothes, clinging with stubborn, relentless persistence.
"Daddy... don't gooo... Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going?"
The sudden shift in Jia's demeanor sent a chill down his spine. He shook off her hand and fled the room like a man running for his life.
"..."
Jia sat quietly on the bed, staring at the spot where her daddy had disappeared.
"Heh. Daddy looks so cute when he's scared...♡ I'll just change real quick and head out after him~♡"
"Haa... what even was that, first thing in the morning..."
Before he knew it, Hanbyul was walking through the park with his stiff cock hidden beneath his clothes, having given up on actually working out. His workout shorts were already short, and he'd pulled his top down to cover the erection, leaving his collarbones completely exposed.
"What do I do...?"
At least the park was empty, which was a small mercy. He was debating whether he should duck into a public restroom and take care of it.
I'll wait a little longer. If it doesn't go down, then I'll try...
A single light touch had been enough to trigger his heat. Jeon Hanbyul could feel his body growing more sensitive by the minute.
"I... I can't do this..."
He wasn't going to get anything done in this state, so he made his way to a nearby bench and sat down.
"Haa..."
What if this happens when we're on the trip...? Should I ask Jia to help...? No! Jia is my daughter. Why would I even think that!
Hanbyul sank into a spiral of frantic inner debate. He was so absorbed that he didn't even notice someone had come to stand right in front of him.
"Hmm... so whoever you're thinking about is more important than noticing I showed up...?"
"Eek...! J-Jiwoo noona...?"
Her white hair clung to her neck with sweat, and she clearly wasn't wearing a bra — the full shape of her areolae and nipples stood out plainly through her workout top.
H-her hips...
Those thick, fertile hips — the kind that looked like they could bear child after child without a hitch — were putting on a seductive display all their own.
"So you'll look at me now...?"
And just like that, the two of them forgot why they'd come out in the first place. They sat on the bench facing the Han River and fell into easy, rambling conversation.
"Honestly... I'm so excited I can barely stand it, you know?"
"Yeah, same. Noona... I was so excited I woke up early without even meaning to!"
"That's too funny... how are we this alike?"
"I know, right! What if we were a married couple in a past life or something?"
Hanbyul gave her a playful nudge on the shoulder as he said it. The word married couple sent her imagination spinning before she could stop it — a picture of the two of them building a warm, happy home, filling in the empty spaces of each other's lives...
Why am I like this...?
Thump. Thump.
They looked like they were having a perfectly normal conversation, but Jiwoo was rambling, barely able to focus. And how could she? Today, for some reason, Hanbyul looked especially cute, especially handsome, especially... lovable.
I can't do this...! Hanbyul has a wife...
She felt the desires she'd been bottling up start to stir and crawl their way to the surface. She hastily wrapped up the conversation and fled the scene.
"Ah, I should get going."
"Ah... already?"
"Mm... I still need to shower and get ready. We'll see each other soon anyway."
I... I don't want to go...
"Got it! I'll see you later, then, noona."
Why didn't he stop me...?
Or maybe he was just letting her go because they really were about to see each other soon...
Baek Jiwoo headed home with a look of unmistakable disappointment she couldn't quite hide. Halfway there, for reasons she couldn't pin down, a flicker of irritation rose up in her.
"Hold on. If he was just going to let me leave that easily, then what was the point of sending that video?"
Forgetting that she'd been the one to say she had to go, Jiwoo sulked at Hanbyul for not even trying to stop her. Ever since the video incident, something inside her had slowly begun to come undone.