Summer Getaway (15) — Event 2
"Hanbyul, this is your fault."
"Nngh? Mmmph—!!!"
A wet gasp. Then the lewd, greedy sounds of a kiss—sucking, slurping, tongues sliding together as Jiwoo plundered Hanbyul's mouth and ran her hands over his body.
"Pwah..."
"Hah...♡"
Hanbyul looked up at her with a dazed, flushed face—and went into full heat. The excitement that had been building ever since he left the changing room, under the weight of all those hungry stares, had finally tipped over the edge the moment Jiwoo kissed him and pressed that filthy, voluptuous body against his.
"Heh-heh♡"
Finding the look on his face adorable, she broke the kiss, smiled with her eyes, and stroked his hair.
"Haa... It feels so good...♡ My little brother♡"
"N-Noona... d-don't do this...♡"
"Really? Don't do this?"
"Nngh..."
"Haa..."
His answer and his reaction clearly weren't what she wanted. Her brow furrowed just a little.
"Fine. I get it."
She swept her hair back, and with the same easy motion let both arms fall behind her, putting her underarms on full display. The soft flesh clinging there and the heavy swell of her breasts were thrown into sharp relief, her thick, meaty figure laid bare without a shred of shame.
"Even. Like. This?"
She bit her lip, holding back the urge to just pin him down and take him, and tempted him instead with those underarms—soft, smooth, and sticky in that way that was uniquely hers.
Just as she'd planned, Hanbyul stared, hypnotized.
"Are you looking at Noona's underarms?"
"Y-Yeah..."
"But Hanbyul said not to do this, so I should stop here, right?"
His cock stood rigid and bobbing as he floundered, completely lost.
"Pfft... Then be honest. Is Noona pretty?"
"Y-You're pretty..."
I knew it'd go like this. That's why I shaved before I came.
Baek Jiwoo stepped in closer, as if granting him permission to touch. His hand shot out at once, stroking gently down from her elbow until his fingers found her underarm.
"Aaaahn...♡"
Her underarm felt like Noona's pussy—slick, folded with soft creases. He wanted to rock his hips and cum just from touching it.
"Noona...♡"
"Since Hanbyul was the one who messed up, you have to do whatever Noona says, right?"
She was the one who'd jumped him—but this cunning married woman was already flipping his heat right back against him.
"Yeshh...♡"
"Touch Noona's breasts for me."
He slipped his hands under the fabric and took hold of her chest.
"Hyaaaaahn♡♡♡"
Noona's breasts filled his palms. He could feel the bumpy, stiff rings of her areolae and nipples, and the soft front of those heavy milk-bags.
He rubbed mostly at the fronts at first, then worked his way to the sides and the undersides...
"Hyaaaaahn♡♡♡♡♡"
It didn't feel like he was groping a person's breasts. It felt like he was handling a cow's udders. Huge, heavy milk-sacs. The thought that if she ever got pregnant those entire breasts would fill up with milk made his cock twitch and swell even thicker.
"Hah... hah..."
At the same time, Hanbyul's hips started grinding on pure instinct.
"No."
"Nngh...?"
She stopped him cold.
"I told you before. Using your hand feels better than using Noona's chest. So do it with your hands now."
"Aaa... I can't...♡"
Baek Jiwoo had become a master of the push-and-pull. Her filthy desires were starting to surface, one by one.
"What do you mean you can't? You're the one who said it."
"No... that's..."
"Hanbyul was in the wrong, wasn't he?"
"Yeshh... Hanbyul was in the wrong...♡"
The thick scent of a married woman's body was driving his heat even harder; he couldn't think straight anymore.
"Say you want to touch Noona's breasts."
"Jiwoo Noona... I wanna put my cock in your tits... I wanna go schlick-schlick...♡♡♡"
"I was going to punish you for being bad, but I guess I'll let it go."
"Yeshh...♡"
Jiwoo pulled one breast free and presented it right in front of him. The sight of that lush, heavy breast hanging down like a dairy cow's made him choke on a moan.
"Hnnngh♡"
He took that one breast in both hands and panted over it.
"Haa... haa..."
Like he was jerking off, he started by stroking just the front—then worked the whole milk-bag, rocking his hips into empty air, a married man fully in heat.
"You want to fuck Noona's tits that badly?"
"Hahk... hahk... t-tits... tits...♡"
She settled into a half-crouch that was a little vulgar and a lot filthy, positioning her chest right in front of his hands.
"A present~♡"
In the same breath she pinched her nipple, tugged it sideways, and jiggled it back and forth, working him into a desperate frenzy.
Blind with pleasure, Hanbyul pressed even closer and thrashed his hips like a madman. The crude sight of his balls and cock swinging every which way filled her vision.
"You want to fuck Noona?"
"N-Noona...! Jiwoo Noona... heeungh...♡♡♡"
She'd only meant to kiss him and leave—but things had gone this far. Saving her pussy for tonight, she spread her navel open with her fingers and offered it as a substitute. Jiwoo's belly button radiated hot, sticky heat, wet sounds already starting up.
"Then go ahead and thrust right here♡"
He buried his face between her breasts and set the head of his cock against her navel.
"Hyaah... hyaah...♡♡♡"
He panted and rocked like a dog in heat. Her breasts swayed with the motion of his hips, and down below her juices poured out in a frenzy. Even Jiwoo seemed more worked up than she'd expected; the strength was starting to drain from her legs.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
His thrusting shoved her backward, and—
"Hyaaaahn...♡ I can't hold on...♡"
—she toppled over onto her back.
With a lewd slap of flesh, she landed in a position that, from Hanbyul's point of view, was even better for pounding into. He drove his cock in hard.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Hyaaaaahn♡♡♡ My belly button's gonna tear...♡ Go easy...♡"
He didn't care that the sow pinned beneath him was gasping for breath. He squeezed her breasts, bit and sucked them, and kept slamming his hips. Her navel was already stretched into the shape of his cockhead—reduced to a private onahole just for him.
"Uoooogh!!! It hurts... it huuurts...♡♡♡"
He was putting his full weight into every thrust against her stomach, so what Jiwoo felt first was searing pain more than pleasure. But maybe it was the cosplay—maybe it was something else. The pain flipped into pleasure in an instant and flooded her with ecstasy.
"Khhn... khhyaaah...!!!"
Brrrrrt... brrrrrrrt...
His hips jerked hard as he came—and he came so far it painted the undersides of Jiwoo's breasts in thick ropes of cum.
"Hhangh...♡"
Two people who'd gone too far on lust they couldn't hold back. Before either of them could even catch their breath, voices calling for them rose from a distance. They scrambled to clean up and hurried around behind the shower room.
"Dad~!!!"
"Mom~!!!"
"Why are you so late!!!"
"First, just read this real quick."
The plot went like this:
Hanbyul comes to the beach with his wife (Jia). He runs into a policewoman (Iseul), and she fucks him in the shower room. Mid-act, his wife's voice calls him—so he sticks only his face out while still getting railed. Classic netorare.
They'd ad-lib the lines as they went. It was already nearly 3:50, so they bolted for the front of the rest stop.
The moment they arrived, the start of the cosplay contest was announced.
"All right! Sorry to keep you waiting!"
Up on the stage, the bare essentials for each concept had already been set up. For Hanbyul's shower-room NTR bit, they'd put together a makeshift shower stall screened off with dark navy fabric.
"Contestants waiting your turn, please head inside the rest stop. First up—'Twenty and Loves SM,' please come on out!"
The crowd had been waiting long enough that the host kept things moving at a brisk clip.
"Wooo!!!!"
Cheers rolled in from outside.
"I can do this... right...?"
Going straight into stage prep with no time to process what had just happened left him with a serious sense of whiplash—but the lineup burned through in a flash, and suddenly it was Hanbyul's turn. He had no choice but to lock in on the moment in front of him.
Somewhere along the way the cosplay contest had turned into something closer to a short play, and the audience seemed to like it even better that way.
"Hoo..."
Hanbyul stepped out onto the open stage. The crowd's cheers and heated applause washed over them in support.
"Waaah!!!"
"Married man~ you're mine♡"
"This married guy does it for free, right~?"
Whether it was cheering or harassment was hard to say... and if it kept going the tone of the "support" was going to shift entirely. The host, who'd been watching the room, hurriedly called the start.
"'Married Man Getting NTR'd'—starting now!"
The area went quiet all at once, marking the start of Hanbyul's turn.
"..."
What am I supposed to do...?
It was Hanbyul's first time with anything like this, and he stood there dithering—until Jia stepped in hard.
"Babe...♡"
Her first line was loaded with pure personal desire. She rubbed her body against his arm, making sure the audience knew they were "husband and wife."
Nngh?
For a second he thought he caught a faint floral scent on her that he hadn't noticed before... but right now, sticking close to Jia for even a few more seconds mattered more than thinking about that.
"Heheheh♡ Babe~"
He stopped thinking.
His daughter was working this hard for the prize money—as her dad, he couldn't do worse. Watching Jia force herself into the performance, he steeled himself.
"Yeah... my babe~♡ Why are you in such a good mood?"
Maybe it was because he was treating her like Jiwoo—his nerves settled, and it almost felt like ordinary everyday life again.
"Because I'm with you? Grr~♡"
She hugged him tight and nuzzled into the crook of his neck like a puppy, rubbing her nose there.
"Oof—"
"I could do the whole bury-my-nose-in-his-neck-and-sniff bit just fine too..."
"Papaang...♡"
The sudden affection made him want to push her off, but he told himself it was acting and took it in silence.
"Babe babe babe babe babe♡"
She clung to him, rubbing up and down in sticky, desperate little motions.
"Khh... J-Jia, everyone's watching..."
"My babe♡ babe♡ babe♡ babe♡ babe♡ babe♡ babe♡ babe♡"
He tried whispering in her ear, but she wasn't listening at all.
They stayed frozen in place long enough that the crowd started to murmur, sensing something off.
N-Noona...!
He shot Jiwoo a look that begged for help—but she only watched with a calm expression. What he couldn't see was how hard she was clenching both fists out of sight.
"Honey... o-other people are watching..."
"Are you embarrassed? Keehee♡ Dummy~♡"
Smooooch~♡
She left a deep kiss mark on his neck. She knew it was acting. She knew it was temporary. And still, Jia looked happier than she ever had—and wished it would never end.
But that, too, only lasted a moment.
"Excuse me? Hello?"
A familiar woman's voice cut in—and a crack ran straight through their happy little stretch of time.