Summer Getaway (13)
Iseul came back looking like she'd taken a thrashing from Jia, her hair a wild mess as she rubbed at her face.
"Haa… crazy bitch. I told her not to hit the face…"
The two of them looked more like mother and daughter than I did with either of them. Jia and Mom had long since become best friends.
"Unnie~!!! Catch!"
"Got it!!!"
"Life… seriously…"
Blaming the cruel fate of a perpetual singleton that refused to let up even on vacation, she wandered along the sand…
"Heuhyat♡"
Across the way, she spotted Papa trudging toward her.
"Papadang…♡"
The gloomy, wilted mood from a moment ago vanished without a trace, flooded instead by pure delight.
"Papa~!!!"
Careful not to let that Jia girl overhear, she called out softly and scampered over to him on quick little steps.
She'd expected him to throw his arms wide in welcome…
"Uh… Iseul-ah…"
Something had clearly happened. He was covered head to toe in sand and looked completely drained.
"Papa, did you roll around…?"
She patted him down here and there, worried he'd taken a fall.
"Ah… no… I just tripped."
He forced a smile and tried to brush it off.
There was definitely something going on, but this didn't seem like the time to press, so she changed the subject.
"Papa, want to go rest at our parasol?"
"Yeah… let's do that…"
She took his hand and swung their arms as they headed for the spot they'd claimed earlier.
Water, drinks, watermelon—everything packed neatly in the cooler. As always, Mom's preparedness was nothing short of thorough.
Papa collapsed onto the big picnic mat like a felled tree.
"Aigoo… I'm wiped…"
Sprawled out starfished with his eyes quietly shut, sinking into the sea breeze and the ambient sounds around them… he looked just like the lead from some coming-of-age film.
Keuhht..♡
Her heart started pounding. She wanted nothing more than to wash his dirty body clean herself, but knowing she couldn't, she settled for splashing him with water instead.
"Euaaak!!! Cold!!!"
Hanbyul flailed and shuddered.
"Puhah! Papa, you're hilarious! Keukkeukkeuk"
Iseul clutched her stomach, laughing like she might die.
"Hey! Baek Iseul…! What do you think you're doing..!!!"
Watching Papa tremble all over was so cute she wanted to keep tormenting him.
"Yah! Take this!!!"
She sprayed cold water near his legs.
"Heuaaaat!!! S-stop iit.. stooop..!!!"
Clutching his collar shut, Papa demurely tried to cover himself like a man who'd just been assaulted.
It was the kind of lewd body that practically invited a woman's sadism, stirring up lust that hadn't even been there a second ago.
She hadn't noticed it when he was caked in sand, but the moment his bare legs came into view, the urge to ruin him surged. They were that smooth, that finely shaped.
"Wow…"
Feeling Iseul's gaze locked onto his thighs, Hanbyul inched backward.
He kept scooting away without realizing his pants were riding up.
"Huh? Papa… where are you going?"
As the hems rolled higher, those luscious thighs came into view—and through the gap, a shy peek of pubic hair.
Huh…? Wait…
It hit her brain like a blunt impact. Her thoughts went blank for a second.
I'm sure I've seen this somewhere… where was it…?
One of the porn sites she frequented? Or maybe an Atelier piece on Novelpia? She was racking her brain when—
Ah..!!!!
She roughly knew where she'd seen it.
"But I'm not totally sure yet… maybe I should run a little test…?"
Iseul's stare fixed on Hanbyul's thighs even more intensely. Beyond mere lust, her eyes held something like madness and obsession.
"I-Iseul-ah, is something wrong?"
His daughter, cheerful just a moment ago, had started muttering to herself with a completely different look in her eyes. Hanbyul grew uneasy.
"Ah… Papa… lie down right there for a sec."
"Huuh?"
Iseul's sudden demand that he lie on the mat sounded absurd, but he obediently went along with it.
"Lie down like you're on the sofa watching TV—turn a little to one side."
The oddly specific request left him slightly puzzled, but stopping halfway felt weirder, so he decided to see it through.
Thanks to the parasol, he didn't have to worry about passersby, so he settled into the pose without much concern.
Just a little more…
"From there, scoot a tiny bit more to the side."
Recalling the photo Jia had shown her, she arranged him into the exact pose she'd pictured in her head.
Now there was no room left for doubt.
"Found you."
"Huuh?"
Hanbyul half-caught what Iseul said, but it dissolved into the surrounding crowd and he barely heard it.
"Ah… nothing..! Anyway, Papa, aren't you hungry?"
In less than a day, Hanbyul had already come a full six times.
"I'm huuungry…"
He whined without meaning to.
Having been milked nonstop, even at this early hour his head was spinning. A little more and he really would have passed out—his body was at its absolute limit.
"Got it. Then I'll go grab Mom and Jia!"
Maybe she found his clingy little act adorable. Iseul ruffled his hair, stuck a piece of watermelon in his mouth, and marched off toward the shore.
Somehow it felt like father and daughter had switched places, but well—moments like these were how affection grew and love took root, weren't they?
"Papa, you hungry?"
"If you're hungry, you should say so, Hanbyul-ah…"
"That's why I gave him watermelon. Ahem!"
Iseul puffed out her chest, demanding praise for her thoughtfulness, but no one paid her any attention.
"Shall we go eat, then?"
"Yes… Noona…"
"Hang in there, Papa…"
Without so much as a glance at Iseul, the others headed for the rest area.
"Eh? Ong? H-hey…? W-wait for meee!!!"
"Whoa…"
Arriving at a place stocked with ramen, kimbap, eggs, and all sorts of food, the group's sole male let out a gasp of pure awe.
One look at his reaction was enough to tell how starving he'd been.
"Hanbyul-ah, what do you want?"
Baek Jiwoo crossed her arms, pushing her chest together. Even knowing no milk would come out, he felt a sudden urge to latch onto Noona's breasts and suck.
G-get a grip..! Keuhp…
"I'll have ramen and kimbap…"
He pinched his own thigh, fighting to hold onto his reason.
"Then me too!"
"Me too, me too!"
Jia and Iseul fell in line with the same order, and Jiwoo—who'd been about to pick something else—ended up going with it as well.
"Four ramens and four rolls of kimbap, please."
They headed to an outdoor table to wait for the food. Everyone except Hanbyul was still damp.
"But wait, why didn't our Hanbyul even go in the ocean?"
"Right! Papa was the one who said we should take a trip, and then he didn't even get in the water!"
Had she only just noticed? Jia whipped around, making a show of sulking.
"Euheung~ Jia-ya… I'm sooorry~♡"
He'd been drained of energy, but his daughter's aegyo seemed to restore some of his strength.
"Heuoook!!!!"
He wrapped her up from behind. Jia threw her head back, her whole body trembling.
"Seeriiously.. Papa, you're doing that on purpose, aren't you..?"
Her lips quivered as she looked at him with melting eyes.
"Huuh?"
He tilted his head with a face that said he had no idea what she meant.
"Keuhht…♡"
It was so unbearably cute she barely restrained the urge to shove him down right there and devour him.
Hold it… just hold it…
"Papang~♡ Hug me tooo~♡"
Now Iseul was openly demanding affection.
Jia frowned at the shameless display, but—
"Sure~ Come here, my girl!"
Iseul had always been full of aegyo, so the way she clung and stuck to him felt only natural—and Jia couldn't help but envy it.
Should I start whining at Papa too…
Of course, she wasn't the only one thinking that way.
H-Hanbyul's chest… I want him to hold me…♡♡♡
That would be Baek Jiwoo, the oldest in the group.
For the sake of dignity she had to hold back, even as her heart whined to be held—a married woman full of internal conflict.
As if to tell her such fretting was pointless, the vibrating pager went off.
"Ah… I'll go get the food."
No one paid Jiwoo any mind. The two girls stayed glued to Hanbyul, tugging his head this way and that so he'd look only at them.
"Papang♡♡♡"
"Papa, where are you looking? You should only look at me."
I'm so jealous… so jealous…
In that moment, she genuinely wished she could be the daughter.
"Alright! Let's eat!"
Four bowls of steaming ramen and four rolls of kimbap glistening with fragrant sesame oil and sprinkled with sesame seeds arrived on the table.
Everyone must have been starving, because the second the food hit the table they shoveled it into their mouths.
"Sluuurp~ Keuhha~ Now that's it!"
Jia took a mouthful of broth and let out a moan of appreciation.
"This is seriously fucking good…"
"Huuha… I feel alive again."
"Heuha~ Perfect!"
Iseul, Hanbyul, and Jiwoo all wore looks of pure satisfaction as they focused on their food when—
"How about samgyeopsal for dinner?"
"Yes! Yes!!!"
Baek Jiwoo had a gift for picking menus. Even while eating, the thought of the next meal flooded the table with fresh energy.
"I hope dinner comes soooon♡ Heuhht"
Even with her mouth stuffed full, Iseul's head was already full of samgyeopsal.
Those puffed-out cheeks and that cute face made a fond smile rise on its own.
It didn't take long for the plates to hit bottom.
And right then, as if determined to make the whole beach ring, a woman's voice boomed out.
"Alright, alright! The moment you've all been waiting for! Break time is here!"
Together with the three-o'clock chime, she began drawing every eye on the sand.
Huh? What is this? An event…?
And so a special event, just for Hanbyul's group, began.