Summer Getaway (26)
"Ah... it's so hot. Iseul, aren't you dying? Want a glass of that cold milk I just bought?"
"......"
"Wh-what did you just say?"
"I've already got milk, so I don't need any?"
"Yeah. Warm milk."
The instant those words left her lips, Iseul lunged.
"I-Iseulaaah...!!!"
"Papang... I want to drink milk."
"Nngh?! Nnhaa—"
Slurp. Suck. Suuuuck~
"Th-there's no way milk would come out of th-thereee—"
"Mmph-mmph-mmph— ooooooohk~!!!"
Let us rewind and see how this whole mess came to be.
After more than a few twists and turns, Hanbyul and Iseul finally made it home. Having been thoroughly wrung out by Grandma, they looked exhausted as they leaned against the table, a shaved-ice machine and a spread of ingredients sitting in front of them while they talked.
"So how are you going to make the shaved ice, Papang? Do you even have a recipe?"
She was of a generation that had only ever bought the stuff, never made it, and she tilted her head as she asked.
"Of course I do! Daddy knows a golden ratio, so just trust that!"
"A golden ratio...?"
She sounded unconvinced.
"Milk. Water. Condensed milk. Four to one to one!!!"
Hanbyul puffed up with confidence, drawing on the experience of having made it with his ex-girlfriend Haeseo.
"Ooooh! Papang, you're so cool!"
The person she loved looked amazing no matter what he did, so her eyes simply sparkled as she waited with her expectations cranked all the way up.
Hanbyul poured the milk, water, and condensed milk into a zip bag and shook it. Watching him, she asked with a faintly puzzled look.
"But Papang! Why are you adding water? Can't we just use milk?"
"Ah... if you use milk alone, it melts too fast. That's why you add a little water."
Even the question struck him as adorable. He stroked the head of Iseul, who had glued herself to his side. They needed it frozen first, so he slid the properly mixed zip bag into the freezer.
"Now we just wait until it freezes!"
Baek Iseul clung to him like a living security blanket. Hanbyul headed for the sofa to rest, towing his oversized puppy along with him. They had at least an hour to kill, so he brought up something that had been bothering him.
"Hey, Iseul."
"Hmm? Papang~"
"What were you doing instead of hanging out?"
Maybe it had struck him as a little strange that she had run into him when she was supposed to be out having fun.
"Ah, that? I just. Coin. Ci. Dentally. Ran into you on my way to the bathroom...?"
Just as planned.
She swallowed a sly little smile. The innocent man, completely oblivious to the schemer sitting beside him, kept talking.
"There are bathrooms around the beach too."
"There were way too many people..."
"But won't they worry if you just vanished without a word? Even if you've got your phone."
"Ehh~ Mom and Jia are having so much fun together they probably haven't even noticed I'm gone. It's fine."
Hearing his daughter say it so casually, he couldn't help feeling a little sorry for her. He had no idea she had actually slipped away because she couldn't keep up with the two of them.
"But Papang, how did you even learn the recipe? Did you look it up online?"
"Ah... well..."
Hanbyul dragged the words out. He had his reasons. He was still agonizing over whether he ought to casually mention that he'd learned it from his ex-girlfriend when—
"Hmmm~?"
Having already sniffed out that he was hiding something, Iseul narrowed her eyes and smiled.
"Papang. Spit it out."
Her tone had firmed up a notch, but the smile and the aegyo stayed right where they were.
"I-it's a secret...?"
He whispered it into her ear the way a kid might pass a secret to a childhood friend. Their bodies drew closer on their own. His hand brushed her ear, and his breath ghosted along the shell of it.
"Hnnngh... Papang— th-that's cheatinggg—"
Iseul's body twitched as she tried her hardest to hold still.
"The truth is... my ex-girlfriend taught me."
"Hnn?"
At the words ex-girlfriend, the warm, fuzzy feeling in her chest came to a dead stop. Of course, Iseul still had no idea that the ex in question was that hysterical old maid she had seen at the park — or that the man the woman had been clinging to was Hanbyul.
Uggghhh...!
She knew he had a wife — Jia's mother — and she knew he had dated someone before. Somehow it still pissed her off. Even though it was in the past, it landed like it was happening right now.
"Papa...?"
Like a teacher calling a student into the office to give them a proper scolding, she folded his hand in both of hers and held on.
"I-Iseul...?"
"Papa."
Whether he felt the jealousy in her gaze or glimpsed the ember of rage smoldering underneath it, Hanbyul could not sit still. He fluttered his collar and launched into a sudden, painfully awkward performance.
"Ah... it's so hot. Iseul, aren't you dying? Want a glass of that cold milk I just bought?"
He had used up one carton and still had about half of another left, so he floated the offer as a way to change the subject. But—
"......"
Her lips were moving, murmuring something. Figuring he needed distance, he carefully freed his hand and edged a little to the side.
"Wh-what did you just say?"
Iseul looked at him with dazed, almost drunken eyes and spoke in a small voice. Caught flat-footed, Hanbyul repeated what he had heard, word for word.
"I've already got milk, so I don't need any?"
It seemed to take her a second to process her own meaning.
"Yeah. Warm milk."
The instant those words left her mouth, Baek Iseul pounced.
"W-wait!!! I-Iseulaaah...!!!"
He was shoved down onto the sofa, able to do nothing but turn his head. His shirt had been rolled up, baring his stomach, and both his arms and legs were pinned beneath her.
"Papang... I want to drink milk."
"Nngh?! Nnhaa—"
She shoved his shirt up as if she meant to tear it all the way to his throat and slammed her mouth down onto his nipple like a headbutt.
Slurp. Suck. Suuuuuck~
"Nngh... hahk... haaahk..."
He grabbed Iseul's head as she latched on like a leech and tried to peel her off, but those lips had sealed around him like a suction cup and would not budge. If he pushed her away, his nipple stretched with her, and the untimely mix of pleasure and pain kept him from doing anything rash.
"Th-there's no way milk would come out of th-thereee—"
She knew perfectly well that nothing would come. She sucked anyway, that vulgar mouth and that filthy tongue working him with single-minded hunger.
"Mmph-mmph-mmph— ooooooohk~!!!"
She climaxed — and her heat kicked in at the same time.
"Haah... hnnngh..."
"Awww... it's not coming out..."
Iseul whined on purpose, fully aware that nothing would come. She was doing this because she already had her next target lined up.
"Then I'll try somewhere else..."
"N-nooo...! Why are you suddenly doing this?!"
He clutched at his clothes, trying to cover himself down below, but the bulge already straining at the front made the resistance completely meaningless.
"I can't let some other woman steal Papa's milk..."
For all her slender build, she had strength to rival Jia's, and she yanked his pants off in a single pull. His cock sprang free and slapped against Iseul's face.
"Eek! Papang's cock is so naughty. It needs to be punished."
She lined herself up for a suction blowjob, fully intending to extract the milk that only came from a man.
"I-Iseul!! Let's m-make shaved iceeeee!!!!!"
The words shaved ice dragged the ex-girlfriend right back to the front of Iseul's mind. Her brows knit, and she took him into her mouth in one motion.
"Hmph...!!!"
A filthy sound escaped her as that head of pure white hair twitched. She lifted her ass in the air and rocked her upper body forward, and the pose was so insanely hot that Hanbyul could not think straight. As her top slipped down, the taut, sculpted muscles running along Iseul's back came into view.
"Khhn...!!! I-Iseulaaah...!!!"
Slurp. Sluuurp. Slurp. Slurp.
Iseul sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed. Yesterday it had been Jiwoo-unnie. Today it was Iseul. The thought that he had been taken by both mother and daughter sent another jolt through him, and his cock swelled and throbbed in her throat.
"Khhnnngh!!!"
Pushed to her limit by a cock ballooning to an outrageous thickness, tears spilled from her eyes.
"Khoooook!!! Khhnnnngh!!!"
"I-Iseulaaah...!!! I-it's dangerousss—"
The urge to come was right on top of him. He tried to push her head away, but Iseul only opened her throat more aggressively and shoved herself down further. Even at the breaking point she would not pull off, and as if he were craving it himself, his hands fisted in her hair and drove her deeper.
"Th-this isn't milk you're supposed to be drinkinggggg!!!!"
Hanbyul threw his head back, his tongue sticking out stiff, and came.
Throooob!!! Throoob...
Even though he had already come that morning, whatever recovery he had managed in the meantime was apparently enough. The semen dispenser erupted with another massive load.
"Khhnnngh... khh... khhnnnngh..."
The sound of it backing up reached him, along with the ragged breathing boiling up from inside her, but with her throat plugged by his cock it came out as the vulgar, filthy squeals of a sow in heat. Even after that long, continuous ejaculation, Iseul showed no sign of letting go.
Gulp. Gulp.
Her entire throat rippled and worked like a snake coiling around its prey.
"Hnnngh!!! Nngh...!!! Th-this...! Nngiiiiit~!!!"
The married man's hypersensitive cock made him tremble every time her throat moved.
"Pwah~"
Only then — having apparently held him in her mouth until she was satisfied — did she pull off, a long thread of saliva stretching from her lips as she planted a kiss on the head.
"Mmm~ the milk is so hot and sticky... it's clinging to my throat..."
She opened her mouth and rolled her tongue around, delivering a full tasting review.
And with that, the first milk tasting came to an end.
Ding~♪
Hanbyul looked down at his phone. On the screen—
A text from the Queen. A line designed to make a man start second-guessing himself.
F-forgotten something...?
Iseul, still panting, saw Hanbyul's attention stolen by his phone and seized the opening to make her escape.
"Huh? I-Iseul...!"
It was already too late. He gave up on catching her and turned back to his wife's loaded message. His body was ready to collapse, but the alarm bells screaming in his head kept him thinking somehow.
"Wh-why would Jiwoo suddenly send a text like this..."
Then it seemed to hit him.
"Ah!!!"
Remembering the shaved ice he had completely forgotten about, Hanbyul scrambled to check the freezer.
Wait — did I even tell my wife I was going to make shaved ice? I should thank her later.
Hanbyul had misread Yang Jiwoo's text. Completely. Spectacularly. What kind of aftermath this little incident would bring was something he would only find out once the trip was over and they were back home.