Summer Getaway (21) — Day 2
“Mmmnh...”
Hanbyul had practically passed out the night before, and even after waking he couldn’t quite pull his mind together.
“Wh… where am I…”
An unfamiliar ceiling swam into view. Exhaustion clung to him despite the sleep, and his eyes started to drift shut again.
Someone was watching that half-dreaming daze with open affection.
“Sleep well…?”
“Ah—”
The moment he saw her, his senses snapped back. He yanked the blanket up in a panic, hiding his bare body, and eyed her warily like a startled kitten.
“Don’t look at me like that, Hanbyul. You’re going to make me want to devour you right here♡”
“D-don’t come any closer…”
“By the way—aren’t you thirsty?”
Even as the lust in her gaze sent a shiver of fear through him, the way she still looked after him left a small warmth in his chest.
He took the bottle of water she handed him from the nightstand and sipped it slowly, gauging how he felt.
It wasn’t like a chick—drink, look at the sky, drink, look at the sky. No: drink, look at her. Drink, look at her. Baek Jiwoo felt, absurdly, like she was turning into some kind of villainess out of season.
“What, you think Noona gave you water she wouldn’t drink herself?”
She set a hand on her hip and gave her chest a deliberate bounce.
“N-no… I just…”
Even he seemed a little sorry for the suspicion. Guilt made him gulp the water down in earnest. His throat had been dry enough that it went down easy. He wiped his mouth on his arm and asked carefully,
“I-it’s over now… right?”
“Hm? What is?”
Jiwoo tilted her head and asked with perfect innocence. The shameless blank look on her face was too much—Hanbyul’s voice jumped.
“We agreed that if we had sex, you’d act like none of it ever happened!!!”
“Oh, right. We did. But…”
Jiwoo let the words trail off.
“You liked it too, didn’t you, Hanbyul? Am I wrong?”
He wanted to deny it. He couldn’t. He buried his face between his knees instead.
It wasn’t as if hiding only his head meant he was hidden—he was a grown married man, not a little kid. The sight should have been strange. And yet, because it was Hanbyul, Baek Jiwoo found it nothing but adorable.
“Heh~♡ So cute…”
She stepped closer and stroked his hair. He shot her a prickly glare.
“J-just answer the question already…”
“Fine, fine. I’ll keep the promise.”
She answered as if she had no choice, still petting him.
“Y-you mean it? You’ll delete the video too, right?”
“Video? Why would I?”
She stopped what she was doing and gave a puzzled little shrug.
“Because you have to delete it!”
“I’m not going to blackmail you with it. I’ll just watch it whenever I need something to get off to. How’s that? Not allowed?”
“No. Absolutely not.”
“Awwww~♡ Hanbyuuul…”
She leaned her upper body forward and shook her chest at him.
Gulp.
The married man’s eyes snagged helplessly on that lush fullness.
“Oh? You’re getting hard looking at Noona’s chest right now, aren’t you? Want to go again?”
“W-what are you talking about! Fine. Fine, okay. Just… keep it a real secret.”
“Of course I will~ Here. Pinky promise.”
“Promise.”
As if it never once occurred to her that she was naked, she held out her little finger in the nude.
“Hah… seriously…”
She was smiling like she was doing it on purpose. Figuring he might as well play along, he reached to hook his finger with hers—
“Mmphhh!!!”
—and she yanked his hand in and kissed him first thing in the morning.
Chuuuup… slurrrp…
“W-what do you think you’re doing!”
“When you sign a contract, you stamp it, right? This is a tongue stamp.”
“Uwaaah! Nngh…”
He started to snap at her, then clutched his head with a groan—the headache must have been brutal.
“Huh? Hanbyul, are you okay?”
“J-just a second… nngh…”
“Oh no, no no no… There’s still so much left. Did I overdo the milking yesterday for nothing? My love can’t die. Absolutely not. We just got started and you’re leaving me alone? Should we go one more round right now before you go?”
The racket she was making made him scramble to cut her off.
“N-Noona… it’s the alcohol. The alcohol… Whenever I drink, the next day my head kills me like crazy…”
“Oh, is that all? Then I’ll make you hangover soup. Just wait a second!!!”
Jiwoo threw on clothes in a rush and headed for the kitchen. Breakfast, it seemed, would be bean-sprout rice soup—good for a hangover, and for Hanbyul.
She had barely been gone a moment when Jia walked in.
He was so glad to see her it was like they hadn’t met in ages. The headache forgotten, he lifted one arm to greet her—
“Jia…!”
—forgetting he was naked. The raised arm made something slide down in a soft rush.
“Ahaat…♡♡♡ Daddy…♡”
Heart-eyes blazing, Jia covered her face with both hands… It looked like the morning had already gone spectacularly wrong.
Jia must have only just gotten up. Her hair was a bird’s nest, and she scratched her belly as she went.
When she opened her door, the picture was… one hand on her stomach, the other raking through her hair. She looked no different from a middle-aged auntie.
“Yaaawn… Is everyone still asleep…?”
She peered around the quiet house—
“Huh? Hanbyul, are you okay? Oh no, no no no… … Did I overdo it yesterday for nothing… Absolutely not. … Even now…”
—and a worried voice drifted up faintly from below, first thing in the morning.
Hm? What was that?
The name “Hanbyul” snapped Jia wide awake. She went to the railing and checked the floor below.
“I’ll make you hangover soup. Just wait a second!!!”
Her sister’s voice carried up; she watched her duck into a room, change in a flash, and head for the kitchen.
Is Daddy sick…?
Worry hit first. She almost went to tell Iseul—then stopped.
Wait. If I wake Iseul…
Ever since yesterday, her friend had been laying on the affection with Daddy thicker than usual, which had quietly put her on the watch list. Jia decided to go down alone.
Truthfully, the only reason she’d considered bringing Iseul was as a backup plan—in case Baek Jiwoo grabbed her and she couldn’t get into the room. Right now that didn’t seem necessary, so she dropped the idea.
“We’re out of bean sprouts… Should I go buy some now…?”
She watched her sister shove her feet into slippers and hurry outside.
“Hehe… Daddy’s mine♡”
Her mood soared first thing in the morning. She pattered on light feet all the way to Hanbyul’s door.
“Daddy♡”
She debated knocking—then decided on a mindless charge instead.
The door flew open.
As if he’d been waiting, Daddy didn’t even flinch when the door burst in. And then—
“Jia…!”
He lifted his right arm in greeting. With it, the blanket slid down in a soft rush…?
Hyaat…♡
Daddy’s tempting nipples and chest, and that smooth, firm stomach, were suddenly right there in the open.
“Ahaat…♡♡♡ Daddy…♡”
Before she knew it she was cupping her burning cheeks, locking the door behind her as she stepped inside. It was pure instinct—like it had been stamped into her DNA.
Click.
“Eek… J-Jia…”
He trembled like a small animal with a predator right in front of it. The sight was unbearably cute—cute enough that she wanted to ruin him.
“This is your fault, Daddy. You’re the one who seduced me firs—”
“...?”
As she closed in, a thick scent hit her. The faint fragrance she’d noticed the moment she entered the room clung even more heavily to Daddy’s body.
Hanbyul froze solid, clearly having no idea what was going on.
“Hold still.”
The chill in her voice stopped even his thoughts. She buried her nose against the nape of his neck and breathed him in.
“Sniff sniff sniff.”
Jia’s daddy shook from head to toe like a leaf in the wind. It was Baek Jiwoo’s body scent—left from the heated sex they’d shared only hours ago.
“Hah… fuck.”
The smell was that lavender fragrance that had been drifting around since the day before. She’d thought it was mixed with something else…
Apparently not.
“Uh? Jia…”
“Daddy. Do you wear cologne? Or did you change shampoo?”
The questions came out of nowhere.
“H-huh?”
He’d braced for an interrogation. The ordinary questions threw him completely.
“Ah, neither…? Then what is it? Did the woman change?”
“Kh—!”
His daughter’s suspicion was enough to make him forget the headache entirely—goosebumps racing over his skin.
“You don’t usually wear cologne. And your hair… doesn’t look like you washed it after getting it all messy…”
She stared at Daddy, waiting for the rest of the answer while he sat there in that vulgar state with his chest on full display. Heat flooded her body—and at the same time, rage shot straight to the top of her skull.
“Fuck. Which bitch is it this time.”
“J-Jia…”
“You fucked someone the night before? Are you fucking kidding me?”
Her hand left his cheek and clamped brutally around his throat. She bored into eyes already welling with tears.
“Why so quiet, huh? Getting desperate to get fucked first thing in the morning? No—wait. You already got eaten, so you’re begging to be eaten again? You fucking bastard, why haven’t you changed at all? Was everything Mom and I told you just bullshit to you? Did it not even sound like words? Huh? Is that cock-brain on your shoulders so useless you can’t even learn that much? Why do you keep ignoring me and hanging around other bitches? Are they that good? Is it because their tits are bigger than mine? Or are you already bored of me? Fuck. Fucking piece of shit. Say something. Stop just shaking and fucking talk before I kill you.”
Strength poured into her voice. The grip on his throat tightened.
“I-it’s not… th-kh…”
He begged and pleaded for his life, but Jia’s eyes had already rolled over—nothing was getting through—when her foot kicked something on the footstool. Whether Baek Jiwoo had left it or it had always been there, no one could say.
Hanbyul had only just noticed it himself.
Something slid past underfoot. Jia flicked a brief glance after it.
“The fuck is that.”
Then she looked again.
“Hnn…?”
A can of lavender-scented fabric freshener lay on its side on the floor, fully revealed.
“Ah?”
Only then did she ease the pressure in her hand and pull the coughing Hanbyul into her arms.
“Oh. What. You just sprayed Febreze? Fuck, I thought you’d gone into heat and were screwing some filthy bitch.”
“I-it’s not…”
“Right. Good thing it wasn’t. If it had been, I was going to cut off your limbs and turn you into my personal dildo…”
“Hnn? W-what did you just say?”
He was sure he’d heard something bone-chilling—but the face of the Jia holding him now was pure, innocent sweetness.
“Daddy. I don’t think this is the time to worry about that, though?”
“Hnn? Why? Wh-what… ah…”
Too late, Hanbyul realized Jia was already astride his lap, pinning him with her whole body. A despairing little groan slipped out of him.
“Who said you could seduce anyone first thing in the morning? Using that filthy body of yours to tempt your own daughter, no less. Hmph! Punishment!”
“Hwaaaah…♡♡♡”
Still seated on him, she ground down and licked into his ear—and so, first thing in the morning, Hanbyul found himself subjected to a milking that wasn’t quite a milking.
“Nngiiiiih~!!!! S-save meee…♡”