Summer Getaway (6)
“Haa...”
The floor still bore every trace of what they had done.
“What am I supposed to do about this...”
Semen had splattered so far it reached even the deepest corners of the room. He had been noticing it for a while now—his stamina seemed to be getting stronger by the day. Before, a single round would leave his body limp and drained, everything settling down soon enough.
“This is ridiculous...”
Now his cock showed no sign of calming down at all, still twitching and standing proud beneath him, flaunting its full glory. The urge had been satisfied, and yet it swelled even harder, as if to prove it could go again.
Maybe one more time...? The thought crossed his mind—only to be cut short by the voices of two women calling from outside.
“Come out and eat!”
“Let’s eat, Daddy!!!”
Samgyetang—the dish that practically defined summer. It was delicious enough as a restorative meal, but...
“...”
It was far too much to handle right now.
Honestly, he could barely tell whether the food was going into his mouth or his nose. He couldn’t focus at all. And no wonder—Iseul had been staring straight at him this whole time.
Did I do something wrong...?
She had promised to introduce him as her boyfriend, only for him to bare his lust as her friend’s father. Looking at him strangely would have been only natural. But no matter how he read it, the light in Iseul’s eyes held neither contempt nor disgust.
If anything, it looked almost like love.
The weight of that attention was too much. He tried to look elsewhere—
“Ugh...”
—but everywhere else was just as bad. Taking Iseul’s burning gaze head-on might actually have been easier.
The restaurant had been farther than expected, so everyone was soaked in sweat as they ate. Jiwoo’s white T-shirt clung to her body from all the perspiration, molding perfectly to the shape of her breasts. They hung in soft teardrop curves—the kind of form that made a man want to reach out and grab them without thinking. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face in a married woman’s tits and rock his hips until he was gasping. Her ripe brown nipples stood stiff, practically begging to be suckled. That dense, mature milkiness, slick with sweat, was already coaxing his cock—which had only just started to settle—back to full hardness.
Th-that’s... n-no...!
He shook his head hard. Beside him, Jia gave him a puzzled look.
“Dad, what’s wrong? Heatstroke? We’re the ones who went outside, but somehow you’re the one who got cooked. Heh.”
His daughter’s outfit was no less dangerous. A simple tank top, the kind neighborhood aunties threw on without a second thought. He had seen plenty of those growing up, so they should have felt familiar—but on Jia, freshly adult and still carrying that tender floral freshness, the effect was devastating. Unlike the middle-aged women he was used to, the cut of her tank was sharper, more stylish... and that design left the soft swell of her side-boob fully on display.
Not quite on Jiwoo’s level, but her little mounds were clearly starting to fill out.
J-Jia’s chest got bigger...?
The shape looked like it would overflow a single hand, jiggling lightly with every movement.
“Hmm? Daddy, whaat~?”
Had she felt his stare? She curved her eyes in a smile and twisted her waist to the side—
“Kh—!”
—and there were Jia’s nipples, a vivid coral pink, practically signaling for his tongue to come claim them.
It was a mercy he had already gotten one round out of his system. If he hadn’t, he would have jumped either Jiwoo or Jia right there at the table. He might have ended up nursing at their breasts or burying his face between them until they flipped the script and pinned him instead—but still.
“I-it’s nothing... It was too hot, so I just shook my head instead of spitting it out...”
“No! If it’s hot, you spit it out! Why would you keep it in your mouth and wait for it to cool down?! Open up!”
“Huh?”
Jia suddenly demanded he open his mouth. She looked genuinely worried, so even though it was embarrassing, he obediently parted his lips.
“Bleh... like thish...?”
“Yeah. Hold on.”
Slurp...
She sucked the chopsticks she had been using clean, then set them right on top of his tongue.
“Hngh...”
“Hold still.”
For some reason she seemed annoyed. She prodded and stroked his tongue this way and that with the chopsticks, and when that wasn’t stimulation enough, she pinched it the way she would pick up a side dish.
“Ghk... Jiaaah... ngh... nghh...!!!”
She gripped the tip with the chopsticks and pulled. His tongue stretched out of his mouth on its own—an involuntarily vulgar display that twisted his face with mortification.
The two mother-and-daughter pairs stopped mid-bite. The table went dead silent.
“Haah... Can’t you just look at me...?”
“Huh...?”
She had muttered it so quietly he couldn’t catch it, so he asked her to repeat herself—but what came back wasn’t an answer. It was his daughter’s wet tongue.
“Chuuup... chup... chup-chup...”
“Hnnngh...!”
He hurriedly shoved her shoulders back to put some distance between them. She made a disappointed little smack of her lips and licked them with the tip of her tongue.
“W-what do you think you’re doing...! Jia... there are people around...!”
“Why...? What’s wrong with kissing Daddy? Families do that.”
“Th-this isn’t a kiss...!”
“Hmm~? If it’s not a kiss, then what is it? Are you talking about what lovers do?”
The second he said the word kiss, he knew he would be dragged exactly where Jia wanted him. So as humiliating as it was, he simply bit his tongue and endured.
“...”
He fanned himself with his hand and forced his gaze back onto the food.
“Ahem...”
“...?”
Jiwoo’s cheeks were flushed; she kept glancing back and forth between him and Jia as if the whole thing embarrassed her. Iseul just stared at him with a dazed expression.
The meal resumed. They were discussing the rest of the day’s plans when a chicken leg slid smoothly onto his rice bowl.
“Hmm...?”
If it had been Jia, he might have understood—but it had come from across the table. Mildly bewildered, he looked at Iseul sitting opposite him.
“I-Iseul...?”
“What? Da.ddy.”
“You... eat it... I’m fine...”
“I’m fine too.”
And then, as if she had been hiding them, piece after piece of chicken started piling onto his bowl.
“Eat this too.”
“Uh-huh...”
“And this.”
“Yeah...”
“And this.”
“Y...”
“Hey!!! Why are you only giving stuff to Dad?!”
Jia finally snapped and raised her voice. He carefully seconded her, glancing at Iseul.
“Yeah, Iseul... you should eat some too.”
“I am eating. Besides, just watching Daddy eat fills me up...”
Hearing a child say to him the kind of thing a parent was supposed to say to a child left him with a strangely complicated feeling. Whether she was trying to act mature or simply showing affection, he couldn’t quite tell...
Still, she needed a proper meal if she was going to play hard later. So he took the big chicken leg he had been saving for himself and set it on Iseul’s plate.
“Tsk. You’re at the age where you should be eating everything in sight. You’ve got to eat well to grow! Don’t do this again.”
He playfully pressed his lips into a firm line and scolded her. Iseul just grinned. If only it had ended there...
But the people around him never made things easy. Her gaze only grew stickier as she looked at him.
“Thanks, Daddy. I’ll eat it all up for you.”
With a big haahp~, she stuffed the whole drumstick into her mouth. She was eating with gusto, but...
“Chuuup... sloop... churrrp...”
The way she did it—and the sounds—were a little too suggestive. He appreciated the show of appetite, but did she really have to stare at him the entire time she was sucking on it?
Watching her stretch her lips wide and greedily slurp it down, he swallowed without meaning to.
And that sound might as well have been a starting gun.
“Hanbyul, try some of this.”
“Daddy, I’ll give you my breast... Give me some breast too—I mean, some breast meat.”
They already had food of their own, yet somehow they all wanted to barter with him like this. Bizarre women.
“Haa...”
In the end, he ate nearly three whole chickens’ worth while the other three polished off the one he had started plus all the broth before the meal finally ended. It hadn’t actually taken that long, but subjectively it felt like he had been eating for two hours.
“Still, it’s nice being this full~”
Just as he had told his wife, he headed out to the beach in Hawaiian shorts and a loose white T-shirt. Jiwoo had gone to the mart for a tube, ice cream, watermelon, and the like. Jia and Iseul said they were running late picking out swimsuits.
So he was alone on the beach—but he had spread a cloth under a big parasol and was contentedly watching the shoreline, so he wasn’t particularly bored.
“So this is a summer resort...”
In that moment, all the fatigue and hardship he had been carrying seemed to melt away.
“Haaah...”
He was right in the middle of enjoying the sun when he suddenly remembered he hadn’t put on sunscreen. He scrambled back under the parasol, dug the bottle out of his bag, and—
“Ah, but how am I supposed to do my back?”
Even if he wasn’t planning to go in the water, he really ought to put some on. He was still fretting over it when—
“Hey, cute oppa~ Do you know how to swim?”
A woman with an unusual hair color—second only to Jiwoo’s—appeared in front of him.
Short purple hair, purple eyes that caught the light in a striking way. Purple seemed to be her trademark. Dark circles sat under her eyes, but they only added to a decadent allure that felt almost hypnotic.
“Kh—”
Of course, what was even more lethal was the purple bikini that barely covered her coral-pink nipples. Her breasts hung toward him in a blatant invitation, the kind he wanted to grab with both hands, squeeze, and shake. Flesh sat evenly on her hips and ass as well—in short, a healthy, full-bodied figure stood right in front of him.
“Ah...”
He had been staring so blankly that he only belatedly registered the woman’s smiling face looking back at him.
“Pfft. This oppa’s adorable... So, oppa—can you swim or not?”
A guy nicknamed Beer Bottle had no business knowing how to swim.
“I-I don’t...”
“Oh, then want me to teach you? I may not look it, but I’m actually a killer swimmer.”
She asked out of nowhere—but he had heard his wife’s warnings on the way down to the beach.
“I’m sorry. I don’t really have time...”
He turned her down. She clearly hadn’t expected a rejection; her face scrunched up.
“Fine, then how about I put sunscreen on you? I saw you trying to get your back earlier... You can’t do that alone.”
How long had she been watching?
A woman offering help exactly where he needed it most.
“Ah... w-well then...”
Jia and Iseul would be along soon anyway, so he accepted.
“Great. Hand me the sunscreen and lie down on your stomach, oppa♡”
Of course, it didn’t take long for him to realize what a massive mistake that had been...