Karma (7) - Catfight 1
"Iiiiiihhh!!!!"
"Nn... nnghiiiiihhh!!!!!"
Jiwoo drove her fingers into Hanbyul's precious hole.
"It's true... You're not loosened up at all."
"Ah... it hurts... it hurts... it huuurts...!"
Hanbyul's whole body shook as he cried out from the pain. Jiwoo didn't so much as glance at him. She was simply delighted all over again that she had taken another of his firsts.
"Congrats on graduating from anal virginity♡ First time a finger's gone in, right? Heh heh♡ I took Hanbyul's first experience again. Hihi...♡"
"N... now... s... stop iiit..."
"Stop? Fuck, are you talking back to me again? I told you not to do that."
She pushed her fingers in deeper and roughly raked along his inner walls.
"Agh!!! Nnghiiih!!! Kyaaaang~!!!"
The married man's lower body flopped and thrashed like a fish. His tongue hung out as tears streamed down his face.
"This hole's pretty nice. Tighter than those other bitches' cunts, isn't it?"
"P... please stop... hiiik!!! My ass is going to breeeak!!!"
With her index and middle fingers she stimulated his prostate, delivering a burning rush of pleasure—her idea of consideration as a wife.
Spurrrrrrrrt!!!!
He sprayed semen every which way and climaxed with his eyes rolled back white.
"You like going three times that much? Howling like that, it's pathetic... Feels amazing, doesn't it?"
"Uheeeeh... I... I don't knooow...♡"
Then she shifted her body, seized his still-twitching cock, and rubbed it against her lower lips.
"W... what...?"
Hanbyul could only stare blankly with unfocused eyes.
Thrust—!
Without a word she swallowed his cock whole.
"It huuurts!!! Pull it ooout!!!"
Milking piled on top of milking had left Hanbyul's cock swollen past red, puffy and engorged. And still, because of his heat, his body kept feeling everything—he had never resented himself more.
"Nooo...♡ I haven't done it twenty-nine times yet♡"
Jiwoo showed no sign of tiring as she kept milking him dry.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Hooook!!! Hooooooook!!! S... stop iiit!!! It hurts... I said it hurts...!"
"Heheheh... I fucking love Hanbyul's moans. Keep wailing like a dirty little slut!"
Hanbyul's reactions only excited Jiwoo further. She clenched her pussy as if she meant to rip him clean out of her cervix.
"Hnnngh...! Ogogogogogogok!!!"
"Ha...♡ Isn't that way too lewd? Honey♡"
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
She drew her hips back long and slow, swaying that childbearing ass.
"You're mine. No matter what anyone says, you're mine! Don't even think about running. Haa... haa...♡"
Right as he neared climax, she suddenly started grinding—then cut him off cold.
"Uwah..."
Thinking he must have done something wrong again, Hanbyul could only keep murmuring, "I'm sorry..." as he began moving his own hips.
"Hnn... I'm sorry... I'll work harder, so please..."
"Ha... You little stray cat."
Whatever had displeased her, she rose from the bed with that sharp, icy look of hers.
"Ji... Jiwoo...?"
He looked at her with eyes that begged her to tell him what he'd done wrong, but she wouldn't meet his gaze. Jiwoo simply walked, step by step, until she reached the door.
Ting! Slam—!
She ripped the locked door clean off in one go.
"What do you think you're doing."
Arms crossed, weight on one leg, she glared down with lethal coldness.
The person standing there was, of course... Jia. Their daughter.
She had clearly been pressed against the door with her ear to it, eavesdropping, and now she stood frozen in that exact pose—awkward beyond words.
"Ah..."
"I asked what you're doing."
In an atmosphere thin as walking on thin ice, Jiwoo's love juices dripped, drip, drip, as she pressed the question. Faced with a gulf of rank she could never cross, Jia shrank into herself, her mouth opening and closing without a sound.
It looked for all the world like a mother cat dressing down her kitten.
"Jia. There are things you don't overstep. What exactly were you trying to overstep?"
Barely holding her crumbling posture together, Jia snuck a glance past her mother.
"What is Dad doing right now?"
Seeing Hanbyul with his limbs bound as if by living restraints, cock still twitching and drooling, she forgot her mother was standing right there and glared wide-eyed.
"Why? A married couple playing around. Is there a problem?"
Jiwoo shifted slightly, blocking her view.
"Liar."
"Hmm...?"
Jiwoo arched one eyebrow as if she must have misheard.
"Did Dad agree to this? From outside all I could hear were screams."
Jia fretted at her hot pants, trying to soothe her own fear. Taking after Jiwoo, the moment something felt like it belonged to her, her whole mindset shifted.
"Are you trying to one-up your mother now?"
Her voice trembled and her fingers clutched at her clothes, but her eyes stayed straight and unyielding.
"You've changed a lot while I was gone."
Jiwoo lowered her head and gave a small nod.
"My so-called husband goes rolling around who knows where. And now my daughter wants to one-up her mother..."
Gulp.
Part of Jia felt sorry toward her mother—but the loss of never being able to be with her father again, never being able to share love with him, loomed far larger. She couldn't back down.
"Fine then. We can settle it right here."
Jiwoo had her own private reasons.
Hanbyul was a beautiful middle-aged man with a lewd body, and watching how popular he was with women, she had often worried he might leave her—or grow tired of her. As time went on, more and more young, beautiful women clung to her husband... and now even her own daughter Jia had grown far more beautiful, nearly her height, with a figure just as tempting. Jia had gone past simply liking Hanbyul to openly expressing love for him.
It felt as if the fresh, youthful days of Jiwoo and Hanbyul's school romance were being stolen—painted over. So she meant to use this incident to cut the matter clean.
Jiwoo played her strongest card. Looking at Hanbyul on the bed—
"Choose. Me or Jia."
She hung a bomb around Hanbyul's neck, one whose answer would decide life or death.
"Huh?"
More than the shame of being seen like this by his daughter, Hanbyul's mind locked onto how to resolve this sudden crisis. But he couldn't think. It was a problem thinking alone could never solve.
"Me or Jia."
Watching Hanbyul's mouth work uselessly—
"No, let me rephrase. Who do you love more?"
The question sharpened into something even harder to face.
"I... I love you both."
"Name exactly one person."
"Dad, do you hate me?"
Jia asked whether he had forgotten everything they had shared.
"N... no..."
"Say it clearly. Do you like me or hate me."
A single word slipped from Hanbyul's lips.
"I like you..."
Naturally, the other person's attention followed.
"Hanbyul, then what about me?"
Now Jiwoo asked.
"What about me?"
Until now Hanbyul had had no direction at all. But the sharpened question finally gave him something to hold onto.
The one I love more...
He thought of their high school days dating, of the wedding they held together, of leaving on their honeymoon. A wind stirred through his heart, and the tangled thoughts blew away.
"I... I love you..."
"Krhh~♡"
"What... So you like me, and you love Mom...?"
Jia measured his answer on her own scale. She knew full well that like and love couldn't be split that cleanly—and still she clung, without meaning to, to the literal words.
"Then would you step out of the adults' 'conversation' now, Jia?"
But Jiwoo's daughter was never one to withdraw so meekly.
"I'm the same as Mom."
"Huh?"
"I said I'm exactly the same as Mom. Genetics don't just disappear."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Just like Mom can't live without Dad, I can't live without Dad either."
"That's enough. Didn't you just hear him?"
"Did I say something wrong?"
"You..."
Jia cut her mother off and poured out her heart.
"Fine!!! I like Dad! But I've held it in this whole time. Why? Because I'm the daughter... A daughter liking her father... Mom and Dad loving each other is the natural thing! So I held it in and held it in... But!!!"
Tears began to fall from Jia's eyes.
"But?"
"If you could just change a person's heart whenever you wanted, what kind of heart would that even be!!! Just like Mom can't live without Dad, I can't live without Dad either."
A kind of bomb declaration—in other words, Jia was saying, in a roundabout way, that she would fight over Hanbyul.
"So I raised a tiger cub, did I?"
Ordinarily Jiwoo might have quietly heard her out. But between the disappointment Hanbyul had given her while she was away on business and Jia's love that had crossed every line, she felt both crisis and jealousy. More than maternal love, Jiwoo wanted to be loved as a woman.
"But too bad. I don't want anyone taking Hanbyul from me."
"I don't either."
An invisible battle of wills crackled between mother and daughter. One wrong move and something was going to explode...
♪~♬~♩~
A ringtone drifted from Jia's room.
Among women there was an unspoken rule that the first to back down in a stare-down lost—so Jia tried to act as if nothing were wrong.
"What are you doing? Aren't you going to answer that?"
That single line sent out massive ripples.
Jiwoo smiled in victory. Jia's eyebrow twitched.
"Ha..."
For now, Jia lowered her tail and took one step back.
Like a cat who had won a mating fight, Jiwoo swaggered over to Hanbyul with her hips swaying.
"My baby~♡ That was a good boy thing you did?"
Thanks to the ripped-off hinges, the master bedroom stood wide open.
"Ji... Jiwoo... the door's open...?"
"So what? The fact that you're mine doesn't change."
And in that moment—
—You fucking bitch!!!
BOOM—!!!
A tremendous crash thundered from Jia's room.
Hanbyul jolted hard; Jiwoo didn't care in the slightest.
"Hiiik...!"
"Our little kitty~ Must be mad she lost."
Even if she's my daughter, absolutely not♡
The call she answered was a carrier spam ad.
"Hello~! Valued customer! Your eternal love, SK Telecom…."
"You fucking bitch!!!"
BOOM—!!!
She had been in a fight she could have won—and she had lost because of this goddamn garbage. Her teeth ground together as she clenched both fists, trembling, swallowing down a roar of rage like a tiger.
"I'll make him mine no matter what. Jeon Hanbyul, you bastard. You said you loved me, you said you liked me. Whispering that you loved me like that. You son of a bitch... seriously."
When she'd left the room, Jiwoo had tossed her some clothes. Without thinking, realizing they were Hanbyul's, she had snatched them up.
"Fuck..."
Trying to soothe her wounded heart, she pressed the clothes Jiwoo had thrown her to her nose and breathed in...
"Fuck, seriously..."
Along with Hanbyul's scent came Jiwoo's.
"Dad..."
Calling for Hanbyul more desperately than ever, listening to his moans drifting through the door, Jia pleasured herself in defeat.