Karma (8) - Catfight 2
"Hwaaaaaah!!!"
Hanbyul's entire body was smeared with love juices and semen. He thrashed helplessly, unable to close his mouth.
"Heheh~♡ Look at you howling like that, so pathetic... you're just too cute♡ Want to go again?"
"Hiiiiiek!!! Hngh... hnnngh!!!"
Hanbyul convulsed in rejection, practically seizing. And no wonder — Jiwoo had been so ferocious that there wasn't a single inch of him her tongue hadn't traced, not a single patch of skin left unmarked by her kisses.
"Guess I have no choice. We'll have to stop the sex here."
As if she still wanted more, she stroked his belly, swollen taut and heavy with seed. At the words that they were done, Hanbyul finally managed to draw a breath, letting the tension drain from his body. It wouldn't take long, however, for him to realize that relief had come far too soon.
"But this is the finale. I should at least rinse off these filthy fingers that've been inside your ass, don't you think? Right, slave?"
"S-sto—...!"
"Ah! And I should empty out that hole of yours that's stuffed full of baby batter, too~♡"
"W-what are you—! You shoved it in yourself, and now— nnnnngh!!!"
She caressed Hanbyul's plump, meaty thighs and deliberately dragged her fingers across his swollen nipples. The sensation was painful, yet so shiveringly pleasurable he couldn't bring himself to refuse.
"You went and threw yourself at someone else, didn't you? So I can use your holes however I want, right? You're my personal dildo, after all."
"I d-don't wanna... please forgive me... I'm begging you..."
"Oh... now I want to do it even more."
And with that, she shoved the fingers that had been inside his hole straight into Hanbyul's mouth.
"Mmphhh!!! Kyaah!!! Uwek... ghk..."
Gasping for air with his mouth hanging open, he accidentally bit down on her knuckles. The fond, amused look on her face went ice-cold in an instant.
"Don't bite my fingers. Bite me one more time... and I'll pull out every last one of your teeth."
Tears spilled from his eyes in terror, yet he forced himself to smile. With glistening, pleading eyes, Hanbyul sucked and licked with everything he had.
"Hah... fuck, that's so goddamn hot."
As a reward, she clamped a single hand around his throat.
"Ghhhk! Gack! Ghhhkkk!!!!"
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
She crooked her fingers and jammed them past his throat, working them until he gagged and writhed in agony. Already struggling to breathe, the retching sealed off his windpipe, and Hanbyul's face rapidly turned blue. Perhaps it was survival instinct kicking in...
"Ghhhuuuhh...!!!"
Brrrrrrrt!!!
His pupils lost focus. A dying, choking sound escaped him as he sprayed his seed with his mouth still hanging open.
"I plug up your top mouth and the bottom one starts spraying filthy water? Hanbyul's body is such cheap junk♡"
When he gave no reaction at all, irritation flickered through her. She dusted off both hands and brought them down on his plump, appetizing thighs.
SMACK!!!
"Mghk!!! Ghhhkk..."
Tongue lolling, drool dripping from his lips — Hanbyul, Jiwoo's personal dildo. When she could no longer wring any reaction worth watching out of him, the lesson came to an end.
"Haaah... shall we call it a day? I feel so good~♡"
Jiwoo felt as though she'd spent the most fulfilling day of her entire life. Bursting with satisfaction, she didn't even bother to wash up — she simply lay down beside Hanbyul and went to sleep.
I'll sleep easy tonight.
She'd barely slept a wink during her business trip, kept awake by worry over her husband. At last, she could rest in peace. Of course, that peace wouldn't last long — not with a certain someone staring at her as if she wanted her dead.
"Ahem... since when did you decide you could just walk into your parents' room whenever you pleased?"
Jiwoo stretched and looked toward the wide-open door. Standing before her was a young woman who looked exactly like her.
"Mom. We need to talk."
Jia's gaze swept once over the cock of the man sleeping beside them — Hanbyul, still unconscious and oblivious.
"Fine. Let's."
Jiwoo threw on a robe and stepped out of the room.
The living room, which had only just recovered its peace after the earlier carnage, now grew thick and still under the ominous air radiating from the two women facing each other. They sat in silence, neither saying a word.
"..."
"..."
It was the kind of standoff that would never break unless one of them fired the first shot. Jia was the one who opened her mouth.
"Mom, do you really have to do it like this?"
"Why? Is there something wrong with me doing it with my own husband?"
"..."
Jia took a sip of water and set the glass down carefully. She'd already lost the opening momentum after that phone call earlier, reduced to masturbating in defeat. And now that she'd spoken first, seizing the upper hand in this conversation was going to be anything but easy.
"You don't get to meddle in whatever I do, do you? I'm his mother — and his wife."
Jiwoo put particular weight on the word wife. It was a clear reminder of a relationship Jia could never cross. Jia knew that perfectly well. Understanding it was one thing. Simply sitting back and accepting it was another.
And so she said the one thing she absolutely should not have said — a deliberate provocation.
"Still, Dad seems to like me better. You know, since I'm younger."
No matter how youthful she looked, Jiwoo was painfully sensitive about her age — she could see her own face changing with every passing year.
"What?"
Got her.
In an instant, her eyebrow twitched. A ripple broke across that previously calm face.
"Dad likes me better. I'm still tight and springy."
"Are you calling your mother old and loose right now?"
"Aww~ that's not what I meant at all. But I guess that's how you heard it~ heheh~?"
"Hah... you little brat."
"Dad loved it so much. While you were gone, we did it every single day without a break."
"What...?"
She knew there was exaggeration in it — but the lie was built on the premise that Jia had slept with him at least once. A single round of sex. It seemed impossible, and yet the possibility overflowed. Jia had inherited her personality wholesale, and Jiwoo knew that if her daughter had even a sliver of opportunity while she was gone, she would have taken him down at least once.
Fuck... this is exactly what I was afraid of.
"So? Did Hanbyul like it? Or did you just sit there trembling with him inside you because you were too green to do anything else?"
Jia's fists trembled — but if she faltered here, she'd lose all dignity as a daughter. Give flesh to take bone.
"Khhn..."
The memory of being impaled on Hanbyul's cock and unable to move flashed through her mind, and Jia reacted with something like humiliation. She'd adapt if they kept at it, sure — but that first time was a fact she could never erase.
"What's this... was my daughter a total amateur?"
"N-no I wasn't!"
Jia slammed the table and shot to her feet. From Jiwoo's perspective, it looked like nothing more than a kitten hissing.
She's still just a kid...
"Just wait. Give it time."
The words came out strained, her voice trembling.
"For what?"
"To see if he'll still like that old body of yours after enough time passes."
"Hah... Yang Jia."
Hearing that low, dangerous voice, the daughter realized — far too late — that she had gone too far.
"...!!!"
"That sounded like you want to pick a fight with your mother. Should I take it that way?"
Jia had just stepped on the second-most sensitive landmine after her mother's chest complex — her age — and she'd done it twice. Once might have been forgivable. Twice was not.
"..."
Jia could only groan, unable to get a word out.
"Hmm? Go on, say it. Yang Jia. Where'd all that attitude go?"
A woman who'd already drawn her blade had to cut something — even if it was only a radish. So Jia spoke, her voice shaking.
"J-just you wait...!"
"Pfft..."
With that adorable little outburst, she fled into her room.
BANG!!!
Jia made an unnecessarily loud noise as she ran. Watching her daughter, Jiwoo found her cute — and at the same time felt a flicker of crisis, the sense that this girl would become a real rival. Neither of the Yang women could know what kind of aftershock this little incident would send rippling through their lives.
"Hooah... so annoying. I'll just go sleep with Hanbyul..♡"
He had a way of making every irritation, every nagging worry, vanish in an instant. She went to him and pulled him close — this Hanbyul whose limbs hung sealed and still — the way one might hug a stuffed animal.
"Hanbyul-ahng~♡"
And just like that, the Queen drifted back into a peaceful, deep sleep.
"Haaah... seriously."
A woman stood in front of the Convenience Store, smoking a cigarette with a bitter sigh. The smoke curling into the air clouded her vision the same way her life itself had been clouded over. Unable to keep up with rent, she'd been forced into a cramped little boarding room. Her name was Seo Yerim.
She'd lost the one she loved and lost her home besides. All that remained was emptiness and melancholy. She'd been scraping by as a trainer, but even that wasn't enough anymore — so she'd taken on a convenience store job on the side.
Hanbyul's words — that they should never see each other again, for whatever reason. Just imagining them was enough to rattle her brain. She ground the cigarette into the pavement and let out a sigh.
"Haaah..."
Looking back now, she wondered if she'd been too harsh — that girl was her oppa's daughter, after all. And yet she'd wanted him so badly that if the same situation arose again, she probably would have said the exact same things.
"Oppa..."
Yerim still couldn't forget Hanbyul. She'd submitted applications around the neighborhood where he lived, just so she could work the morning shift nearby. Knowing it was a love that could never be, she still tried harder. It was a pitiful sight.
"It tasted so good..."
The PE major still couldn't forget that cute face — or that magnificent, thick cock. She still couldn't forget the taste of the semen that had splattered across the bathroom.
Perhaps the gods had taken pity on this wretched (?) woman and given her a chance. The moment she began approaching Hanbyul again was when he walked into the Convenience Store wearing a collar. Led there, no less, by a woman who flaunted the fact that she was an alpha female.
"Hello... ah...?"
"Ah..."
"Hmm...?"
All while a certain woman shot the two of them the strangest look from behind.