Summer Getaway (23)
"We'll be back~!"
"Daddy! Get plenty of rest!"
"Papa♡ Is there anything you wanna eat?"
They stepped out of the house with bright, carefree faces, completely unaware of what had happened the day before. They looked like something lifted from a picture book, and perhaps that was why Hanbyul couldn't bear to shatter the scene — not when he would be the one to break it. Worry sat heavy in his chest, but he did everything he could to look cheerful.
"Have fun out there! And don't get hurt!"
He was watching their receding figures through the hazy window when a faint, sky-blue shape drifted back toward the door.
Huh? Why is she coming back...?
As if to answer the question, the door swung open. Just a head poked through — like a puppy leaning in — and a brilliantly clear face asked,
"Papa~♡ So what do you wanna eat~"
Iseul looked for all the world like a snow-white Jindo with its ears pricked, gazing up at its owner.
"Ah.. Daddy wants a Melona when you come back!"
"Ooooh! That's my Papa! I love Melona too~♡ I'll grab some later! Byeee~"
She waved her arms in big, sweeping arcs as she vanished, her gleaming snow-white hair slipping after her as if it, too, were hurrying to follow its owner.
What would become of her if she ever learned that her own mother had slept with the father she so loved...
And so Hanbyul was left alone in the house. The clamor that had filled the rooms drained away, leaving only a silence that squeezed the breath from his lungs.
"What am I supposed to do now..."
Too restless to sit still, he paced the living room, turning the problem over and over. He tried to think of a way out of this mess, but nothing useful came to him. A blank white canvas had unfurled across the whole of his mind when a groan slipped out of him.
"Ugggh..."
The hangover headache started up again. His body felt just as drained as his head, so he made for the bed.
"Haaah..."
The moment he lay down, as if even rest would not be granted, the phone rang — so promptly it felt like a lie.
"W-who is it..?"
He pushed his sluggish body upright. The instant he saw the screen, both eyes went wide.
"J-Jiwoo!?"
He hadn't even had time to register the pain. He answered before the ringtone could finish.
Yang Jiwoo skipped even the barest greeting and went straight to the point — starting with how she felt.
"I've been pissed since this morning. I can't take it."
"Huh?"
"Switch to a video call right now and film yourself jerking off."
"Huh? J-Jiwoo?"
"Don't talk back, you fuck!!! Aren't you sorry? Don't you feel even a little guilty toward me?"
"N-no..! J-just wait a second.."
He didn't understand, but he knew his wife was angry because of what he had done. That much was entirely on him.
"O-okay.."
If he hesitated even a moment it would be over, and there was no one else in the house. He squeezed his eyes shut and did as he was told. The shame hit him the instant he pulled his cock out, still buried in the blankets. His pants and underwear hung around his calves, and his wife's black background filled the entire screen.
"I-is this okay..?"
"Unbelievable. How desperate are you that you're doing it in bed?"
Those ten seconds hadn't been enough for Jiwoo either. Only then did her face appear on the screen. He didn't even have time to find her slightly clumsy movements cute, or to feel glad at seeing her after so long.
"What are you doing? Aren't you going to start?"
The words landed cold. She was filming from below, angling the camera up so that she looked down at him. Shadows had gathered around her eyes, sharpening that already fierce gaze, and her jawline cut so clean it called to mind a mafia boss.
"Get it up. I said get it hard."
He'd been milked since before dawn, and even getting hard was an ordeal — every touch sent a stinging pain through him.
"They really wrung you dry, huh? I can tell from how much it hurts."
"I-it's not like thaaat...! I-I'm just sensitiveee..♡"
Afraid of drawing his wife's suspicion — her eyes were gleaming a strange, unsettling red — he bit down on the pain and stroked himself until he was hard. Forcing it had left him weaker than usual, the rigidity already fading. The next command came before he could recover.
"What are you doing? Hurry up."
That angry downward stare didn't excite him at all. All it did was scare him. He fumbled along his cock with trembling hands, but there was no heat to help him in a situation like this, and it felt like he was stroking a cold fillet of fish — until her voice cut in again.
"Hah... you real freak. Need something more intense? Want me to step on it with my foot?"
The instant the words left her mouth, the image of Jiwoo's stockinged foot rose in his mind. His cock twitched and sprang up, stiff and straining, and he showed it to her in raw, unfiltered close-up.
"What's this? You cried and threw a fit when we did that before. Now you want it? You really are a total pervert, huh? Other women can't even play like this with you, can they?"
Every insult from his wife Jiwoo wound him a little tighter.
"J-Jiwoo..♡"
He stopped what he was doing and tucked his chin, looking up at her from below.
"Since when does a lowly, vulgar piece of trash get to speak to me?"
"H-honey.."
"Speak."
"M-my Queeen..♡"
Her eyes narrowed further. The cold that came with them sent a shiver crawling over his skin — a shiver he mistook for pleasure.
"Hnnngh..♡"
The shiver swept through his whole body, and with a rolling pulse from below, precum spilled out of him. There was so much of it that it soaked the head and still kept coming.
"Even wasting insults on a mutt who leaks like this is a waste. Do I have to invest my time too?"
"P-please punish meee..♡ Please punish meee..♡"
His heat was starting up again, and in its wake he found himself getting off on the very kind of play he had only ever hated.
"You pervert. You leak just looking at some other bitch's tits and you still need me? Wouldn't birds of a feather be happier together? The two of you would be over the moon, huh? That sow would be thrilled too. Those huge swinging tits of hers would make any whore lose his mind."
"Nnhhh...♡ I-it's nooot..♡ J-Jiwuuu..♡"
Hanbyul drooled, gasping and writhing in pleasure. Whether his wife noticed or not, she kept tearing into him.
"I told you to speak properly, you mutt. That voice of yours is so fucking hot though. You want to get scolded more? Or did you get cursed out so much in the meantime that you started liking it? You some kind of freak?"
"I-I don't knooow..♡♡♡"
Jiwoo looked down at him with open contempt. Her lips twitched, but Hanbyul didn't catch it.
"At first you cried and begged me not to. Now you like it. But this isn't even my thing, fuck. I'm really losing it just to watch this mutt blow his load once."
"I-it's nooot..♡♡♡"
The worse the insults grew, the faster his hand moved. Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick. His cock was already a slick, glistening mess of precum, and the blanket was growing damp all over again from the heat of his body. He'd come so hard before dawn that Baek Jiwoo's scent still rose from the sheets in soft, lingering waves.
J-Jiwoo noona's scent..♡
"You're thinking about that other bitch right now, you fuck. Whatever it is, it's disgusting. Go die, you piece of shit. Don't actually go die though..."
She had started this to satisfy her own needs, but somewhere along the way she had grown aroused without realizing it, and she was enjoying every second. Hanbyul looked so unbearably lovely today that she wanted to drop everything, run to him, and take him right then and there.
"You clueless mutt who gets off without reading the room♡ You want to get that close with some other bitch? The thought of you pinned under her going aah-aah makes me sick. You like being buried in those tits that much? What the fuck is a lump of fat anyway."
"Hnnngh..♡♡♡ Hhk.. uhk..♡ Y-your t-tits are better, my Queen..♡"
"Don't cling to me, you heat-crazed mutt. Who would even like someone like you. I'm the only one who keeps you around. Any other woman would've fucked you once and thrown you away. You mutt. Be grateful, you fuck♡"
"Yes.. my Queen..♡ Thank you... Hooooohk!!!!"
Precum burst from his urethra in a sudden pulse.
"Getting off even while being cursed out like this. Don't you have any pride? You look just like a whore selling his body."
He was close now. His hips had started to buck as he stroked himself harder.
"Look at you shaking your hips like a squashed frog. So fucking vulgar♡"
"Hnnngh..♡ My Queen.. Queen Jiwuuu..♡"
"This really feels like doing it with a maggot. So fucking filthy♡ Seriously♡ Stop calling me that, you retard."
"Hoooohk..!!! M-my Queeeen..♡"
Hanbyul thrashed his entire lower body as if he were bouncing on the pleasure itself. It was as vulgar as anything could be.
"Pathetic slave. A rude mutt like you needs to be taught some manners."
She gathered the spit in her mouth and spat it at the screen.
"Haaahk~ ptoo!"
A second strand of saliva welled up and dripped after the first.
She was telling him to give up his place as a human being. Under ordinary circumstances he would never have obeyed a demand like that. But the Hanbyul of this moment...
"Woof woof! Master...!!! Woof woof!!!"
"You really don't have a shred of pride, do you. You mutt♡"
"Hhek.. hnnnngh!!! Hhk♡ I-it feels so good♡ Woof woof!!!"
His hand flew faster, and the sounds turning filthy and wet. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Before she knew it, Yang Jiwoo was breathing just as hard as he was.
"Hey. Hurry up and cum. Aren't you gonna cum?"
"Hooooohk! M-my Queeeen..♡"
That look of contempt again — and that cold, addictive way of speaking. His cock pulsed, a deep shuddering throb, then another, as he clamped down on the head and came hard. Semen burst through the gaps in his fingers and scattered across the blanket. His body twitched and he tried to stop — until her voice cut in.
"Rub it. What are you doing."
He dragged the blanket over and rubbed his cock against it, just as his Queen commanded.
"My Queeen..♡ My Queeen..♡"
"Now I feel a little less filthy. You fucking piece of shit."
Her husband crawled even lower, desperate not to sour Queen Jiwoo's mood.
"Hhk.. Queen Jiwoo..♡ Woof woof!"
"Get lost. That's enough."
"Yeshh...♡"
Even after he had finished, faint wet sounds drifted through from the other end of the phone. Then the call ended.
"Hnnnngh...♡"
There was more than one thing that needed cleaning up, and the road ahead looked bleak. But Hanbyul wanted to linger in this pleasure a little longer. He couldn't fight the feeling. He writhed in it, gasping, and drifted off to sleep.