Karma (12)
"Mmhwaaah…"
I had no idea how much time had passed. How many days had it been since my wife came back from her business trip? Three? Four? Locked away in the pitch-dark master bedroom with the curtains drawn, stripped of any sense of time, I couldn't even tell whether morning had come.
Nnh… I'm thirsty…
Body and mind were both exhausted, but my throat was especially parched. After endlessly trading saliva and coming over and over, I felt like I was on the verge of dehydrating outright.
Jiwoo…
She was sleeping soundly with her hands folded, like a princess in a fairy tale, and she looked especially beautiful like this. Not wanting to wake her, I tried to slip out of bed as quietly as I could and head for the living room—
The instant my foot touched the floor.
"Where do you think you're going."
Her eyes snapped wide, and both arms locked around my body.
"Were you trying to run off and leave me behind? Have you lost your mind? Do you need your arms and legs cut off before you come to your senses? Why sneak out without saying a word? Going to see Jia? Hm? Is that how much you like a younger girl? Or were you going to see that big-titted bitch? Why are you running. Why are you sneaking away."
The questions piled on top of each other as she caught hold of my ear.
"J-Jiwoo… calm down. I was just thirsty, that's—"
"Do I look like I can calm down right now?! That's it. You son of a bitch. You're never getting out. Don't even think about getting out."
My wife's clinginess had spiked out of nowhere. Right up until we'd fallen asleep—if you could call it that—she'd been whispering love against my skin, and she'd seemed thoroughly satisfied. I had no idea why she was acting like this.
There was a reason his wife had changed overnight. Her husband, however, had not the faintest clue.
Only moments earlier, Jiwoo had been dreaming of Hanbyul being stolen away by a woman she didn't even know.
She couldn't have said why, only that the woman felt like someone better than her — a woman who outclassed her in every way that mattered.
Hanbyul took that bitch's hand, her face veiled in stormclouds, and inched forward, hesitant. His lips twitched as if he might refuse.
In the end he followed her anyway, like a child being led away by a kidnapper. Toward the bright light shining at the end of a tunnel the two of them vanished, as if blessing each other as they went.
Hanbyul!!!
She reached for him in the dream, clawing to hold on to her husband — and all that was left was the ugly wreck of herself, standing there alone.
"Kh…"
She sat up, swallowing down a heart so full it was a breath away from bursting into tears — and what she saw was not Hanbyul sleeping peacefully. It was Hanbyul trying, carefully, to leave the bed.
Instinct screamed at her to grab him. The frantic certainty that she could not let the dream become real again rose up and took over, and that was why she was like this.
"I didn't want to have to do this…"
Without another word she seized Hanbyul's wrist and dragged him toward the closet. Naked, overpowered by his wife's strength, he was hauled along behind her.
The closet ran four compartments wide. She opened the first one, the one deepest in the room, and—
"J-Jiwoo…?"
—pulled out a red collar studded with yellow spike charms. Even someone completely oblivious would have known it for what it was at a glance. A dog collar.
"A collar is the only answer for a mutt that won't listen, isn't it?"
"Hic…!"
Hanbyul hiccupped at the sight of his wife, her eyes gone completely unhinged. She stroked his hair as if she found it adorable.
Click.
The collar locked around his throat in a single motion.
"From now on, our Hanbyul — no. Our mutt only listens to what I say. Understand?"
A low, husky laugh spilled out of her as she rubbed her ass against his body. The slick of her arousal sliding down her thighs and calves sent a chill straight through him.
"J-Jiwoo…"
"Jia, come eat."
Whether it was because she had gorged herself on Hanbyul's love, or because she had made certain he couldn't run, Jiwoo's temper toward Jia had cooled considerably. Jia picked up on the change in her mother and quietly opened her door.
It might have looked like she was the one offering a hand in reconciliation first. It wasn't.
"Huh…?"
She ran straight into Hanbyul coming out of the bathroom with a collar around his neck.
"D-Dad…?"
If there was one thing different from how he'd looked in the master bedroom, it was the dog-ear headband perched on his head. Ah — and the fact that he wasn't completely naked, either.
So fucking cute♡
Hanbyul was already delicate and overflowing with that helpless kind of cuteness. Putting him in a vulgar little cosplay like this made her womb give a sweet, aching throb first thing in the morning♡
"Eat."
"Y-yeah…"
She started to sour, thinking it was just more of the same between her parents — and then—
"I-I'll eat well…"
Dad glanced at Mom for permission before he even tried to sit, and—
"Oh? Since when does our puppy get to eat at the table next to his mistress?"
—she gave him a look so pointed it might as well have been a shove. Until now, mealtimes had been spent under such burning stares that anyone watching would have been embarrassed.
What is this…?
Now it was the opposite. She had gone ice-cold. It was strange. Too strange.
"Mm…?"
Maybe she caught the look in Jia's eyes, because Mom flicked a glance that said hurry up and eat.
"What are you waiting for? If you don't want it, don't eat."
"N-no, I do…"
For the first time in a while, Jia found herself actually approving of something her mother was doing. Until now Mom had only ever indulged the things she liked. Now she was doing something Jia could enjoy too.
Dad♡ Dad♡ Dad♡ Dad♡ Dad♡ Dad♡
Just looking at him was enough to make her soak through.
One of them was crouched under the table taking his meal. The other two sat above it, eating properly.
"Mom…?"
"Hm? What is it?"
She still wanted to know how it had come to this, so she asked as carefully as she could.
"Did Dad do something wrong…?"
She glanced at Hanbyul eating off the floor on his stomach, chewing absently on her chopsticks.
"Oh my. Dad? That's our house dog. I wonder why~?"
There was a faint edge of irritation on her mother's face. So Dad really must have done something.
"Ah… our house dog♡"
Since no one was telling her to stop, Jia melted into the situation as if it were the most natural thing in the world — and immediately set about feeding her own appetite, her own desire, first.
"Our puppy? Mistress has something on her hand. You should lick it off, shouldn't you?"
"J-Jia…?"
Jiwoo's eyebrow twitched — but if she shut this down now, she wouldn't get the time she wanted with Hanbyul afterward. And if she just sat there and let it happen, the thought of sharing her Hanbyul with someone else made her skin crawl.
Will you look at this little bitch…?
Jiwoo realized, too late, that she had walked right into it. Like mother, like daughter.
Hanbyul's eyes flicked from Jia's fingers to his wife's face and back again, stranded in a situation so awkward he didn't know where to put himself, silently begging for instructions—
"What are you doing? Not listening to your mistress's order?"
Jiwoo said it through her teeth, glaring at Jia for all she was worth.
Permission had been given. Hanbyul did exactly as his mistress commanded.
Lap. Lap.
His tongue dragged over Jia's hand.
"Nnhhhh♡"
Jia's face went slack with pleasure, her philtrum stretching as the good feeling rolled through her. Hanbyul put his whole heart into it, terrified of being hit by Jiwoo — and Jiwoo sat there with her fist trembling.
Starting from the fingertips, working into every crease between the knuckles, the Yang household's little puppy licked and swept until the hand was clean, as if that were his entire purpose.
"Ah…♡"
She couldn't hold back. She shoved her fingers in deeper, prodding the back of his throat.
"Ghk… khhk… kk—"
He gagged, but he held his position without pulling away. Squatting like a frog, he looked up at Jia with eyes gone wet and shining.
"Haaah… it feels so goood…♡"
She had forgotten about eating entirely. All she could look at was Hanbyul. All she wanted was his throat.
Jiwoo did not like what she was seeing. The anxiety that the woman from her dream might have been her own daughter sat cold in her chest—
Yank—!
"Ghk!"
She hauled on the leash. His neck snapped backward; the recoil pitched his body and head forward. He sat down hard on his ass in a graceless heap.
"Hey."
He turned around trembling at the Queen's command.
"Get over here."
She pulled the leash again, cutting off any chance of him facing Jia, any chance of them talking at all.
She was willing to play along with Jia's tune to a point — humiliation and shame were part of how she meant to train him — but this was as far as it went.
"Jia. Don't you have things to do? Eat your food."
"Ah… yeah…"
The hand holding her chopsticks started to shake.
Unbelievable. I play along and this is what I get…
She was resentful of her mother's possessiveness, but—
"What. If you've got something to say, say it here."
—that sharp look, that ugly atmosphere, and Jia's tail went down at once.
"N-never mind…"
Hanbyul's face slid in between his wife's thighs. Jiwoo paused mid-bite, squeezed her legs together, and looked down.
"Did our puppy have fun?"
Her thighs mashed his cheeks in so hard his lips puckered out, working uselessly.
"N-nooo…"
She wanted, right then, to melt that face into something vulgar and wrecked with pleasure — but she had something even better prepared, so she held herself back by a thread. Of course, Jiwoo had not considered Hanbyul's situation at all.
Before, he might have stayed exactly as he was. But this was a Hanbyul already in heat. First thing in the morning, with his head pushed between his wife's thighs — she was wearing nothing but panties — and that warm, sweet-smelling mound sitting right in front of his mouth.
Who in the world could have held back.
J-Jiwoo…♡
There was no way not to go into heat. Before he knew it he was panting, his cock standing stiff, his tongue starting to ease out a little at a time.
The mother and daughter above him, knowing none of this, simply went on eating in silence.
It smells like peaches♡
His tongue touched the fabric covering her mound.
"Nnh—!"
Jiwoo jolted so hard she nearly dropped her food. She looked down to see what had happened — and there was her husband's face, cute and filthy all at once, panting against her pussy like it was the only thing in the world.
Hanbyul♡ That's so dirty♡ Do you want to suck on my pussy that badly? Haaah… you're too precious♡
Doing this with their daughter sitting right there sent a dirty little thrill of transgression through her — but
Hanbyul♡
—the water was already spilled. She hooked her panties aside with her left hand and showed him the entrance of her pussy, glossy with how wet she was.
"Hahp…♡ Slurrrp… slurp… slrrrp!"
He dragged his tongue in one long stroke from the bottom all the way to the top.
"Nnhhhh…♡"
Every pass pulled more out of her than the last. It pooled on the chair, overflowed, and ran down Hanbyul's throat. Jiwoo's shoulders drew in; she eased her hips a little farther forward.
Then her left hand slipped under the table and caught the back of his head.
"…!!!"
He must have taken it as a signal. He stopped licking, stiffened his tongue, and started flicking the swollen bud of her clit.
"Nnhhhnnn~♡"
The pleasure tickling through her body dragged a moan out of Jiwoo before she could stop it. Hearing a woman's moans first thing in the morning did not appear to be improving Jia's mood.
"Ugh…"
She let out a long, disgusted sigh, but there was no chance her mother heard it. Every nerve Jiwoo had was locked on Hanbyul's tongue and the place between her own legs.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
A thoroughly indecent sound started up from under the table, and the trembling in Jiwoo's body grew with it. Head bowed, hair swaying, she kept swallowing moans — and it must have looked strange enough, because
"What are you doing?"
—Jia asked, and got nothing back. And then—
"W-wait…! What the hell are you doing?!"
Only then did it click: the wet sounds, the fact that Dad was under the table, the fact that Mom was biting down on her own voice. Jia jerked forward and looked underneath.
"Nnhhhhhh—!!! Ghk… ghk…! Khhhaaah…! Mmph…! Khuuuu…"
She saw her father taking a full-face blast of squirt, sealing his mouth to her pussy as hard as he could, trying to drink it down.
"D-Dad…?"