Summer Getaway (16) — Event 3
Iseul leaned forward just a touch, tucking a lock of hair behind one ear. Facial acting had never been her strong suit.
She pulled expressions every bit as wooden as a third-rate villainess — and yet, somehow, she looked different today.
Maybe it was the flush she'd painted around her eyes, or the erotic crimson liner, or the lipstick slathered on thick. Whatever the reason, the Iseul standing there was no longer the innocent, cute girl they were used to. She'd gone sharp. Haughty.
"Hel-lo there?"
Even her voice had turned sultry, nothing like her usual self. She sounded like a woman who'd shown up with every intention of seducing someone.
"And you are?"
Jia stepped forward with her arms crossed, shooting Iseul a withering glare. It was the exact same move Jiwoo used to pull back in high school.
Blood really does tell...
"Ah, I'm with the police. There's been a string of crimes in this area lately. Would you mind cooperating with a brief investigation?"
"Oh... is that so...?"
Jia looked thoroughly unconvinced, but the word police was enough to make her stand down.
"In that case, sir — if you'd come with me."
"I can't come too?"
"Ah... no, ma'am. Procedure. We can't take you along with your husband."
Sultry for Hanbyul. All business for Jia. Iseul's facial acting still wobbled, but everything else was damn near perfect.
Jia lingered onstage just long enough to cast Hanbyul one last, lingering look, then stepped down.
The two of them left standing there headed for the shower stall on the opposite side.
"Um... O-Officer...?"
"Call me noona. Relax."
"Ah, yes... noona..."
"Nnngh——!"
A full-body shiver tore through Iseul. For a split second she nearly lunged for his mouth.
"Isn't this... a shower stall...?"
"It is a shower stall, but we've converted it into an interrogation room for the time being~♡"
Most NTR comics charged ahead even when the premise made no sense whatsoever. Hanbyul tilted his head, looking thoroughly puzzled, and stepped inside anyway.
Then again, most people only looked at the art. Nobody actually followed the dialogue or the plot.
"I'll need to search you first."
The curtains on either side swept open, giving the audience a clear view. The instant they did, Iseul pounced on him from behind.
"Hah...!!! H-hey...!"
"Please don't move. This is a search."
Her breathing was suspiciously flushed as her hands roamed over Hanbyul's body. She gathered his chest like clay, then squeezed — hard.
"Nngh... P-please just finish already... My wife's waiting for me."
"Wow... You're standing here with me and you're thinking about another woman? Heh-heh~?"
One eyebrow arched in what might have been jealousy, and her hands went still.
"I said stop it...!"
Hanbyul spun around to face her, both hands flying up to cover his chest, and glared.
"What's the rush? The search isn't over. That means you get to stay with noona a little longer."
"Nngh... I am not hiding anything!!!"
Raising his voice did absolutely nothing.
"And how would you know that?"
"Excuse me...?"
"How am I supposed to know if you hid it in your clothes, or inside your underwear, or somewhere inside your body?"
"Th-that's..."
Hanbyul could only groan, wordless. Iseul closed the distance in one stride.
"I'll take that as a yes, then?"
"Hyaaah♡♡♡ Mmph!"
She pinched his nipple without warning. Pleasure punched through him — and the shock of moaning in front of a crowd made him clap a hand over his own mouth.
"Daddy. You pervert."
Iseul's voice reached Hanbyul alone, pitched so the audience couldn't hear.
Maybe it was this unfamiliar version of her. Maybe it was the way they were groping each other in front of everyone under the polite fiction of "acting." Either way...
Hanbyul was starting to get worked up too.
"Aww, look at you, babe~♡ Your nipples are totally hard♡"
"Th-that's a lie...! No way?!"
He said it — and felt his own nipples standing at attention. There was no denying it.
By this point the whole thing was indistinguishable from live-action porn. At the staff's discretion, the curtains were drawn again, leaving the audience with nothing but their voices.
"Huh...?"
"Mmh...♡"
Hanbyul assumed the scene was over and Jia would be coming out. Iseul, on the other hand, was thrilling at the thought of tormenting him in secret, right in the middle of a crowd.
"Haaah...!!! W-wait...! Why are you still going!!!"
"You expect me to stop when you're showing me something this filthy?"
Long fingers swept over the whole of his chest, each one moving independently. Then one hand slid down toward his cock.
"Daddy. You're wet. Is this because of me?"
She'd felt the tip slick with pre-cum, and she said it like a dare. A strange heat rolled off her. Hanbyul's own body was starting to go into heat right along with her.
"See~? You're soaked too."
"Y-you've got some nerve saying— nngh...♡"
A fully hard cock made a liar out of every word coming out of his mouth. And then—
"I-Iseul...!!!"
"What? It's acting. Just acting."
She pressed herself against him like she was sinking into his arms and slotted his cock between the cheeks of her ass. It was the trunk that morning all over again — the exact same position.
"Ahhhnn...♡ Daddy's cock really does fit just right♡"
"You... wh-what are you— ohhh!!!"
She clamped down with both thighs and the rest of his sentence died in his throat. His heels lifted off the floor as the pleasure swallowed him whole.
"Wow... Did Daddy just cum?"
"Hah... N-no... hahk...♡"
Filth started pouring out of Iseul's mouth without the slightest hesitation.
"Our Daddy...♡ You've had a cock this good this whole time and you never even showed me?"
"I-Iseul!! What are you even saying..."
She used her thighs to wring him even harder.
"Hnnnngh————!!!!"
Those lush thighs would clamp down like they were milking him toward the edge — and the instant he was about to finish, they'd go slack.
Meanwhile, down below, Jia was waiting...
What's going on? Why isn't there any dialogue...!
The shower stall had gone completely silent the moment the curtains closed. Jia stared at it for a beat, then climbed back onto the stage.
This was the scene that was supposed to be the highlight of the whole skit.
She approached with hesitant little steps until she reached the stall, then called to him, careful and soft.
"H-honey... are you in there?"
"Mmh..."
They'd been tangled together. The sound of Jia's voice froze them both in place.
"What are you doing in there...?"
"Getting searched. Right now."
The line came out smooth as anything. He hadn't even memorized it.
"Ah... so you're in there with that officer?"
Jia had blown past acting entirely. She was pouring herself into the role like she and Hanbyul really were a married couple, feelings and all, without even realizing it.
Hanbyul flicked a desperate glance at Iseul, silently asking her what he was supposed to say.
She looked down at him and smiled — a slow, sultry crescent of the eyes.
"What are you doing? Tell her I'm not here. Daddy♡"
"I'm alone in here..."
"Oh. Then can I come in?"
The groan of a floorboard announced Jia coming closer. Panicked at the thought of being caught like this, Hanbyul shoved his face out through a gap in the tent.
Just as the blocking called for: nothing but his head poking out of the shower stall, looking at Jia.
Onstage, that was all there was to see — a wife gazing at her husband with worry, and a man with only his head visible.
"W-wait, Jia. I'm in the middle of washing up."
"Are you? A second ago you said you were getting searched..."
"Ah, well. I'm doing both. Washing up while she searches me."
The excuse was so absurd the conversation nearly died on the spot. Jia took a breath and pushed on.
"A-are you okay? You don't look so good..."
"Ah... I-I'm fine... hah!!!"
"Whoa, that's insanely realistic..."
"This stall's a hidden gem."
"Oh, damn..."
Daddy can actually act this well?
The audience — and Jia — watched his reactions with genuine awe.
Which made sense, because none of them knew those reactions were coming from lived experience. It wasn't a performance. He was actually being worked over back there. Of course it looked natural.
"Heh-heh...♡"
Watching Hanbyul stand there chatting with Jia like she didn't exist sent something dark and greedy blooming through Iseul. Still hugging him from behind, she started stroking his cock.
"Hnnnngh...♡"
"R-really? Then where did she go...?"
"Ah... ah... that officer? Hgyaaah!!! I-I think she went that way...♡"
The longer Jia and Hanbyul talked, the faster Iseul's hand moved.
Plap-plap-plap-plap-plap-plap-plap-plap.
"Hnnnngh————!!!!"
"Honey... what was that sound..."
"Ah... nothing... I think I stepped on a bug."
Now she was going at him with both hands, like she meant to rip it clean off. And Jia — for all the world like a real wife — kept reaching for his love.
"Hanbyul. You love me, right?"
"Yeah. Of course I do."
That was supposed to be the end of it. But her own body had gotten away from her, running hotter than she'd planned, and the next words just slipped out.
"Then kiss me."
A ridiculous demand. She was already regretting it, certain he'd turn her down...
"Ohhhhh!!! Mmh... a-alright...♡"
He opened his mouth with a moan that did not belong in any script.
Ah... Daddy...♡
Their mouths met, messy and tangled and obscene.
"Holy... shit..."
"That's what I'm going home to tonight."
"Fuck, I wanna make out with a married guy too♡"
The crowd had hit a fever pitch.
"I-I love you... J-Jiaaah...♡"
"I love you too...♡"
Whispering sweet nothings to his lover out front while someone else ruined him behind the curtain — the whole setup had pussies aching all through the audience.
Maybe it was watching the two of them confess their love like she wasn't even there.
Iseul's mood soured. She put real strength into her grip and stroked him even harder — not like she was touching a person, but like she was milking an animal.
Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick.
"Hnnnngh————!!!! I-I can't... it's too much, it's different—♡♡♡"
"Hm? Hanbyul. Is something wrong?"
"N-nothing...♡ Hnnnngh————!!!! Nothing's wrong. S-so just... go. Hurry...♡"
"Whyy... why are you trying to send me awayyy..."
Her voice shrank, wounded. But this was still the scene, so she did as she was told.
"A-alright... but you better come out soon."
"Mmh...♡ I-I love you! Ohhhhhh————!!!!"
The climax hit so hard that — audience or no audience — his eyes rolled back, his tongue lolled out stiff, and he came.
His body convulsed. Once. Twice.
"Haaah..."
Jia caught his shaking legs and held him up. It was the only reason he was still standing.
"S-sorry, honey...♡"
That one line brought the curtain down.
"Daddy! Iseul! You did amazing!"
Jia's voice rang out bright and loud in front of the shower stall.
They'd been told the stall could be cleaned later, so Hanbyul and Iseul finally pushed the tent aside and stepped out.
Hanbyul stumbled into the open gasping, frantically straightening clothes that reeked of sweat and spit and everything else, while Iseul trailed behind him with a grin that said, You too!
"Huh? What the — why are you both soaked?"
"Ah... it was hot in there... haha!"
Iseul's answer wobbled enough to raise a flicker of suspicion... but then—
"Thank you for waiting, everyone! I know you all have places to be, so we'll go straight to the rankings!"
The word rankings yanked every pair of eyes in the room toward the host's mouth.
"In third place — 'The Female Orc and the Elf Prince'!"
"Wooooooo!!!"
"In second place — 'Master and Disciple'!"
"Wooooooo!!!"
The host kept it brisk, and the first-place announcement arrived in no time at all.
"And now!!! The moment you've all been waiting for — first place goes to!!!"
Please... please...!
All four of them clasped their hands and waited for the last name to be called.
"The winner is!!!!"
Come on...!
"YEAAAAAAH!!!!"
The second the name dropped, Hanbyul, Jia, and Iseul grabbed each other and jumped up and down. Jiwoo came bounding out of the crowd, just as thrilled.
The prize money, however, had barely hit Hanbyul's hands before the crash arrived.
Did we really have to go that far...?
Well. If everyone was happy, maybe that was enough...
"Let's go eat meat! Meat!!!"
"Daddy! Come on!"
"Hanbyul~ you did so well♡"
Watching his two daughters light up brighter than they had all day, the hollow feeling melted away like snow.
None of them noticed the woman watching Hanbyul with naked hunger in her eyes as they headed for The Sow.
"Ah! We should wash up before we go!"
And with that, they spun around in a confused little huddle and made their way right back to the shower stall...