Summer Getaway (11)
While Hanbyul talked with Jiwoo beneath the parasol, Jia and Iseul were somewhere else entirely.
"So you haven't forgotten you said you'd show me, right?"
"I said I would... just stop asking already, you bitch."
"Unbelievable. She's the one who offered."
The two of them were squatting in the strip of shade between the shower stalls and the public restroom, sniping at each other without pause.
Maybe I shouldn't have said I'd show her...?
Jia had managed to smooth things over after the parasol incident that had thoroughly pissed Iseul off, dangling a bribe until the whole thing blew over. Now that she actually had to produce it, though, it was starting to feel like the wrong call.
"Haa... I'm only showing you this once. For real."
"Okay, okay...!"
The bribe in question was a collection of photos Jia had secretly taken of Hanbyul asleep on the sofa.
"Let me look through them first."
A lot of the shots laid Hanbyul's face completely bare, so Jia filtered through them with painstaking care, picking out only the ones she could reasonably bring herself to share.
After a stretch of time, the censorship process seemed to be finished.
"Alright. Take a look."
"Took you long enough."
"Then don't look."
"Aaaaang~"
Afraid another scolding was coming, Iseul snatched the phone.
"Holy shit..."
Like someone seeing porn for the first time, Iseul couldn't tear her eyes from Hanbyul's photos.
"Whoa, what the hell... people like this actually exist?"
Among the many shots Iseul flipped through, the one that seized her was this:
"If a guy like this actually exists, you have to introduce me..."
Hanbyul in a pair of black shorts, the shape of his cock faintly visible through the fabric, the hem ridden up to bare both milky-pale thighs. Shadows fell across him as if something were about to pounce, and that almost-caught quality only made the shot filthier.
"Pretty insane, right...?"
Ordinarily, Jia would never have shown anyone anything that had to do with her dad. But watching Iseul's reaction — talking about him as if he weren't her father at all, putting him on display — a rush of transgression mixed with the possessive heat of knowing she owned him, and it sent a shiver straight through her.
"Hey, hey! Show me more.. more.."
"What are you talking about. That's all of them."
There was one thing Jia hadn't accounted for, though.
She hadn't considered that the person in those photos was Hanbyul — whom they were about to see.
"I've burned every last one of those into my eyes..."
Nobody knew what this was going to lead to.
"Dad~ Hurry up! What are you doing!"
Jia waved at Hanbyul from the shallows that came up to her waist, her hair swaying in the light, her long, well-cut body rivaling a model's.
"Ah.. yeah! Coming!!!"
Whether she'd decided to forget what had happened earlier or not, Jia was back as if nothing had happened at all, and Hanbyul swallowed down the complicated feeling in his chest.
"Someone might steal our stuff, so I'll pile it all together..."
He gathered their belongings into a heap at the center of the blanket, then stood and walked toward the shoreline.
There was one thing Hanbyul had failed to notice, though.
His outfit was extremely provocative.
"Holy shit..."
"Is he a celebrity...?"
"That's so fucking hot."
"Look at his nipples showing through."
Despite a face so cute it triggered every protective instinct in sight, the alluring lines of his body drew every woman's hungry stare at once. Perhaps it was because he'd been going around with Jiwoo, Jia, and Iseul — whose beauty and outstanding looks had kept him from ever thinking about how he himself appeared. He walked on with an innocent face, unaware that he possessed a charm that rivaled theirs. No — as a man, one that far exceeded it.
Huh..? Why is everyone staring..
And he had no idea that Jia was grinding her teeth to dust as she watched.
Before he could reach her, a woman in an extremely eye-catching swimsuit stepped into his path. Her chest was small, but in contrast she had a wide, flared pelvis that could have belonged to a Westerner. Dressed in oversized yellow panties as if she'd come in a bee costume, she rubbed her tanned thighs together with languid heat as she looked Hanbyul over.
"Mwah~♡ Wanna come to the queen bee~? This unnie's real confident she can take good care of you..♡"
Wow... there are people who actually come dressed like they're cosplaying.
Hanbyul glanced at her without much thought and figured that was just how some people were...
"Dad?"
"Huh? Jia... sorry, I'm late..?"
Someone else did not let it slide.
"Where were you just looking?"
"Huh?"
"You were looking at another woman, weren't you?"
"I wasn't..."
"No. Dad definitely looked at another woman."
Jia came toward him with hollow eyes that held the lightless depths of the open ocean. The seawater itself seemed to go cold.
"Why are you looking away?"
She'd gotten angry so suddenly he had no idea what to do, so he just averted his gaze.
"Fuck, are you looking at some other bitch again?"
"I.. I'm not..! Jia.."
"It's not tits this time, it's hips?"
She wrapped her arms around Hanbyul's waist and drove her own hips against his.
"I won't lose either... just look at me..."
Perhaps because she was embarrassed now that their bodies were touching, she said it in a voice so small he didn't catch it.
"Aahng.. Jia.. first, just step back for a second.."
Figuring she'd probably said something along those lines, he answered and tried to push her away to put some distance between them.
"And also, why are you dressed like that?"
Jia's eyes grew even sharper as she locked onto his. He understood now why every gaze had concentrated on him on the way here. He'd thought the sea breeze just felt particularly cool against his skin...
It was the shorts, riding low enough to faintly bare his pubic bone, and the white tee that had ridden up above his navel.
"No panties, and you didn't even put on an undershirt..."
"I.. it's not.. wait.."
He tried to offer an excuse that wasn't really an excuse.
"Have you lost your mind? Are you just walking around going please fuck me? And in front of me, no less? Fuck, have you gone crazy? Huh? Have you fucking lost it. If that's your kink you should've just said so — I can keep fucking you. Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? People talk, you know. You're supposed to answer. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Now you're ignoring me too?"
That was when a beach ball came sailing toward the two of them, a wave carrying it right into the space between Hanbyul and Jia.
"Ah! Hey, pretty boy over there~ Toss the ball, please~!!!"
"A-ah.. y-yes.. just a moment!"
There was a slight awkwardness to it, but he picked up the ball and threw it toward the woman waving her arms, her chest bouncing with the motion...
"Ah..."
He'd helped her. He'd completely forgotten, for just a second, that Jia was standing right in front of him.
"Fuck, I can't do this anymore. Can you not even see me now? Do you hate me? Am I unnecessary? My ears are about to rip off. You like big-titted bitches that much? But fuck — why is that bitch wagging her tail when there's already someone standing right here?"
Jia suddenly turned her body toward the other woman.
"J.. Jia.. don't.."
"Why? What? Why? Why are you suddenly grabbing me? Do you know that bitch? Is that what this is? Why are you stopping me? Wasn't this a ridiculous situation for you too, Dad? Or is it just me? Am I the one overreacting? Huh? Fuck. Say something."
"No, she just genuinely needed help..."
"And you expect me to believe that!?!?!"
As she raised her voice, the attention of the people around them started gathering one by one.
"Y.. Yang Jia! St.. stop it!!!"
"Seeing how pissed you are. That's it, isn't it. Is she your mistress or something? Fuck, your daughter's standing right here and you're making eyes at some other bitch?"
The thought of the people around them watching his daughter interrogate him with everything taken out of context made his face burn, and he lowered his head.
"Why are you looking away. Look me in the eye."
She grabbed his chin roughly and forced him to look at her again. Then—
"Ah, I'm sorry but... I'm just so grateful, could I get your number?"
Whether on purpose or by accident, a woman approached with one breast out, tucking her swaying blonde hair behind one ear.
"E-excuse me...?"
"I said give me your number. Num. Ber."
Jia, who had been watching the situation with her arms crossed, could no longer hold back.
"Hey. What the hell are you."
"Huh? Yes?"
She transformed into a hissing, furious cat.
"Who the hell are you to hit on a complete stranger for his number?"
"I'm just so grateful I wanted to repay him a little, you know?"
"Throwing a ball is that big of a favor?"
"If I'm grateful, I can be grateful, can't I? But... who are you to stick your nose in this much?"
The woman looked back and forth between Jia and Hanbyul with eyes that said she had a pretty good idea of the situation.
"Me?"
Jia pointed at herself as if confirming that was who she meant.
"Yes, you. The one wagging your tail in front of me. Who else? Can't you read the room?"
"Wow... your mouth is stretching as wide as those udders of yours."
"Wh.. what did you just say..?"
Jia's eyes cut sideways. A look that demanded the answer she wanted, right now.
He didn't want her fighting with someone else, and he didn't want Jia this angry either, so he played along, hoping to wrap this up as quickly as possible. He carefully linked his arm through hers.
"Wh.. what.. what's going on with you two?"
The blonde woman, who had been radiating a chilly atmosphere until now, was thrown off seeing the two of them suddenly pressed tightly together.
"What's going on with us?"
Jia drew the words out, teasing, and looked at Hanbyul again.
"We.. we sleep in the same house.."
He said it because they were family, so of course they slept in the same house.
"Ah..."
The woman was so stunned she lost her words.
"Got it?"
Jia looked utterly triumphant, over the moon.
"..."
After the woman quietly left,
"Haa..♡ Dad, what did you say?"
"Huh?"
"What did you just say."
"..."
"Hurry, I feel like I'm gonna die..."
"We sleep in the same house.."
"Khehehehe♡♡♡♡"
Jia clung tightly to Hanbyul and shook her body this way and that. She must have been that happy.
"Haa.. see? You never know what women will do to Dad. Especially when you're this small and cute — who'd even think you're a married man... so please, from now on, don't go around dressed like some slut?"
"Promise."
"Yeah.. I got it.."
"Good~♡"
Leaving the now-livelier Jia behind, her mood having lifted completely...
"Dad.. hold me.. I'm cold.."
As if she'd been waiting for her cue, Iseul came walking over.