Summer Getaway (2)
"Haa..."
Having sent Baek Jiwoo on her way, Hanbyul was passing the time at his leisure, gazing out over the Han River. Just as he was thinking his erection had finally gone down and was about to get to his feet...
"Dad..."
"Eek..!!!"
What's with everyone today... Have they all gotten hooked on scaring the hell out of people?
Jia stood there in a short athletic outfit that left her thighs and stomach completely bare, a cap pulled down low over her face. She had sidled up beside him without a whisper of a footstep and was muttering under her breath.
"You said you'd go with me, so why were you giggling around with some other woman? Should I just tell Mom? Ah, then she'd milk you dry, wouldn't she? Can't have that. Dad can only do it with me. Haaat... I want to see you pinned underneath me, gasping for air..♡"
"J-Jia..?"
And with that, she seized Hanbyul's wrist in a grip that felt like it would crush the bones and started walking, her footsteps heavy and deliberate.
"Nngh.. J-Jia.. that hurts! It hurts!!!"
"So what. You did something wrong, so deal with it."
The cap hid her eyes, but there was no mistaking it — Jia was thoroughly, genuinely furious. Telling her he wouldn't go, asking her to let go — that would only turn into a contest of strength. So he chose to follow along quietly.
The scenery around them grew more familiar with every step he took at Jia's side.
No way...
And then they arrived at that place — the place where Seo Yerim had forced herself on him.
"Ah..."
Had the memory come flooding back? His body began to tremble — not so much from fear as from the recollection of what had happened there — and he went into heat in spite of himself.
"Dad. This morning you said you'd go with me. So why, the moment we get outside, are you hanging around with some other bitch?"
"I-It's not..."
"Are you that crazy about women? When I was little, you only ever looked at Mom and me. So why have you been like this lately?"
"..."
"I thought you'd stopped doing that recently. But ever since yesterday, you've been acting really weird."
"Hngh? W-What did you say, Jia?"
"Be honest."
Jia locked both of his wrists in a grip tight enough that he couldn't pull free, and met his eyes.
"Yesterday, at the department store — you jerked off, didn't you?"
"J-Jia..!"
"I saw everything."
"Huh?"
Those words from Jia's mouth brought his thoughts to a complete halt.
"I saw the swimsuit you bought."
Jia had woken earlier than Hanbyul and peeked at him while he slept, a surge of lust rolling through her. She could have jumped him right then. She could have taken him in his sleep. Instead, she had examined the paper bag that had been catching her eye since the day before.
"You just came all over it, didn't you? Completely soaked."
"I-It's not... that's..."
"Were you that backed up? How long had you been holding it in to do something like that?"
"..."
He was too ashamed to speak, too ashamed even to meet Jia's eyes.
"Hey. Eyes on me."
"Why do you keep talking to your dad like th— mmph!!!"
Jia shoved her fingers roughly into his mouth.
"If you were that backed up, you should've just told me~♡ I can take care of you like this..."
One hand held Hanbyul's mouth. The other began groping his cock.
"But if things had gone well with that woman... you would've given her your body again, wouldn't you?"
"Mmmpph!!!"
"What's with all the struggling? Ah... is it because I matched my rhythm?"
Jia's body had been burning since morning, spinning wild fantasies — and the threat of someone stealing her dad away had her feeling genuinely, viscerally threatened.
"This won't do. I need to train you in advance so you can't even look at other women on the trip. Mom would understand this."
Then she moved behind Hanbyul and locked her arm around his neck — just a little more pressure and it would become a full choke.
"Hngh.. J-Jiaaat.. s-stop it.. I won't do that..."
"I believe you, Dad. I just can't trust that filthy cock of yours..."
She whispered it right against his ear, then blew a warm puff of breath across it.
"Haaauugh..!"
"See? It's standing up rock-hard even now♡"
She led Hanbyul into the already-abandoned restroom.
"How much did they spray in here. Those heat-crazed bastards..."
The traces from back then were still visible the moment they stepped inside. They had dried with the passage of time, but the feast of semen and love juices on display made it abundantly clear just how violent it had been. Of course, Jia had no idea that the owner of that semen was her own father.
"Alright then. Shall we begin? Da.ddy♡"
The hand that had been stroking his cock from outside slipped into his underwear.
"Khhhhnngh♡♡♡"
The instant his burning-hot cock touched Jia's hand, it throbbed and strained as if begging to cum.
"Dad's cooock..! I'll make you feel so good."
She pulled his cock out into the open and started jerking him off from behind. One arm locked around his throat, the other pumping his shaft — it looked exactly like a married man who had been caught masturbating here, being forcibly milked.
Thwap. Thwap-thwap-thwap. Thwap-thwap.
Hanbyul's body twitched and jerked as he surrendered himself to Jia's hand. Watching him, she seemed to get an amusing idea, and she stopped what she was doing.
"Ah..."
In a state of intense arousal from his heat, having the handjob cut off so suddenly made Hanbyul let out a sound of naked disappointment before he could stop himself. Having unconsciously shown such a shameful reaction, he flushed red and turned his face away.
"Were you that disappointed? Did you really like what I was doing that much? You perverted bastard. Getting a handjob from your own daughter first thing in the morning — bet you're loving this, huh?"
Seeing him writhing in the palm of her hand, Jia started getting rougher.
"Should I just start thrusting into you from behind?"
Jia rolled her child-bearing pelvis and rocked her hips as if she were fucking Hanbyul from behind. His balls swung and dangled from the motion.
"Pffft, that's so fucking funny...♡"
"Knnngh..."
Jia's dad swallowed back tears at the utterly humiliating spectacle.
"Alright, I'll stop. But."
She curled her hand into a circle and held it in front of Hanbyul's cock.
"You fuck it yourself, Dad. If you want to feel it that badly. If you want to cum that badly. Khh~♡"
Jia was toying with her dad as if testing just how filthy he could become. Normally, Hanbyul wouldn't have given this a second glance — he would have scolded her on the spot. But the heat that had started that morning wore him down. He tried his hardest to resist, and failed.
"Haah... haa.. huff..."
He lined up his cock, trying to push the head into Jia's hand.
"That's hilarious. You wanted to fuck it that badly? You slut?"
And then he started rocking his hips on his own, using Jia's hand as if it were an onahole.
"Khh..."
She had intended to tease him with this vulgar display until her own love juices overflowed and he came — but perhaps she realized she couldn't hold back either.
"Hah!!!"
She squeezed his cock in a tight, dragging stroke and clenched the arm locked around his throat.
"Ghhk..! Ghhk... knnngh!!!"
Even as he was being choked, Hanbyul kept rocking his hips obscenely. Apparently he could still breathe well enough.
"Ahh... you heat-crazed mutt..♡"
The speed of her strokes increased, and at the same time her arm tightened with all her strength.
"Nnnngh!!! Nngh!!!"
He stopped rocking his hips and grabbed at the arm wrapped around his body with both hands, trying to pry it off — but the strength difference between him and a woman was far too great. No matter how hard he strained, it did not budge an inch.
"Not a chance. This is training. Training. I'm not letting go until it's all over."
"....!!!!"
His face went pale, and the strength gradually drained from his hands. And along with that, his cock throbbed even harder and swelled even larger.
"Th-This is it..♡♡♡"
As if she had been waiting for this exact moment, she released her arm and started jerking him off with both hands.
Thwap. Thud. Thwap. Thud.
She was going at it so violently that the wet, slapping sounds of her strokes rang out from her palm.
"Khhk.. khh.. kkh..."
Seeing her dad's breathing start to return, his consciousness slowly coming back...
"Hah!!!"
She gripped the head of his cock and started twisting it without pause.
"Nngooooh!!! Ngoooooh!!!"
Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, Hanbyul's body went rigid and he began to tremble violently. The signal of climax had appeared...
"Cum lots! Squirt out all that baby juice!!!"
Grinning so wide her mouth nearly split, she started shaking his cock even faster.
"Nnnngh!!! Ngoooooh!!!!"
Spurt! Spuuuuuurt!!!!!
The semen shot out violently, splattering across the restroom walls and ceiling...
"Haaah..."
The climax seemed to have drained every last bit of his strength. Hanbyul drooled helplessly, unable to keep his balance.
"Did that feel good, Dad?"
She caught his body from behind, then carefully gathered him into her arms and gazed at him with loving eyes.
"Other women won't even register in your eyes now, right?"
"Hweeeh.. I-I dunnoo..♡"
Our dad really looks like he's going to get eaten alive on this trip...
Looking at that lewd body that invited every woman's lust, it seemed far too dangerous.
"I'll stay with you the whole time~♡"
"Hwek.. hngh.."
Jia piggybacked her dad and stepped out of the restroom. And then, as if she had been waiting for them to leave, a woman with a cap pulled low and a mask over her face immediately slipped inside.
"Aahh..."
Looking at the restroom covered in semen, she raised a hand to her cheek as if in ecstasy. She scooped up the semen splattered on the floor with her finger and sucked it with a filthy, wet slurping sound.
"Hgyaaaaah~♡♡♡"
The woman whose eyes rolled back as she climaxed was none other than Seo Yerim — the student who had been so quiet all this time.
"Oppa... just wait a little longer~♡ I'll make you mine soon. I'll turn you into a filthy semen-sprayer who can't live without me..."
For this married man, Jeon Hanbyul, the connection with Yerim was far from over.