Summer Plans
He stepped into the bathroom, set up the camera, and pressed record.
A bright little chime announced that the recording had begun, and a timer started ticking away at the bottom of the frame.
"Hmm, this is working, right...?"
Naked, Hanbyul paced back and forth in front of the lens, checking the angle from every direction.
"Mm... will this even show up okay?"
He leaned in close to the camera and smiled. A seductive flush of crimson tongue flashed between a neat row of dazzling white teeth.
"Jiwoo~ Can you see me? Heheh~♡"
The thought of sending his wife something this shamelessly explicit was strangely thrilling. He must have slipped into heat without even realizing it. One look at his cock, already standing stiff and eager, told him everything he needed to know.
Would she want to see down there...?
He tipped the camera slightly downward and showed her his flushed, burning-red cock.
"S-so...? How is it? It's okay, right? This body belongs only to Ji. Woo. You don't have to rush. You don't have to get impatient. I'm not going anywhere..!"
Whenever he said things like that, his wife used to praise him and touch him for being so good. But her hands weren't here now. Before he knew it, he had sandwiched his cock between his thighs and started grinding.
"Nnh~♡ Jiwoo.. I'm already s-so wet.."
He lifted the camera again and filmed his face, blooming with color. He was already so far gone that whether the video was even recording properly had completely left his mind.
"Hyaang.. hyaaah.. hyaaah~"
Bracing both arms against the sink was the most he could do to stay on his feet.
"Jiwoooo~!"
He called his wife's name, trying to hold out just a little longer — but the lust tearing through him would not be denied. His hand closed around his rigidly standing cock and began to move.
"Jiwooo.. Jiwoo.. Jiwoo~!!!"
He said her name over and over as he picked up speed, because this was for her. Slap. Slap-slap-slap. Slap. Slap-slap. He was in the master bathroom with the door shut; there was no chance Jia would hear him. That knowledge only made him pump his fist harder, rougher, more desperately.
"J-Jiwoo.. I.. I'm g-gonna cum!!!"
Thwack. Thwack-thwack-thwack. Thwack-thwack. Thwack. His body was burning so hot he couldn't have cared less about anything around him. He sobbed her name and poured out moan after moan.
"Jiwoo!!! I'm c-cumming.. I'm cummiiiing..!!!"
Spurt.. spurrrrrrrrt..!!!
"Hyaaaaaaahn~!!!"
Thud. The pleasure hit so hard his legs gave out, and he crumpled to the bathroom floor as if someone had thrown him there.
"Hahk.. th-the video.. hahk..."
He still had to stop the recording. He grabbed the edge of the sink, hauled himself up on shaking arms, and looked into the camera.
His face was a complete wreck. His tongue hung out, drool running freely down his chin, and his own cum had splattered so far it was dripping from his hair. Still panting, he threw up a peace sign and smiled with a wicked little curve at the corners of his eyes.
Even he had to admit he looked obscenely filthy... and he found himself idly wondering what kind of face his daughter Jia would make if she ever saw him like this.
"N-noona.. I'm dying.. heuung~"
He delivered the line Jiwoo had loved most back when they were dating in high school, then hit stop.
"Haaah... that should do it, right?"
He pressed send, then cleaned the bathroom — thick with the musky scent of spent seed — and washed his own body clean while he was at it.
"Dad's taking forever..."
He'd gone to wash up, but thirty minutes had passed without so much as the sound of running water. Jia left the master bedroom door open and tried to figure out what on earth he could be doing in there.
W-wait. No way...!
Afraid he might be doing the same thing she had done yesterday, she crept toward the master bedroom. Like a thief-cat, eyes gleaming, she padded across the floor on silent feet.
When she reached the bed her parents shared, she found his sweat-soaked sweats, his underwear, and a white T-shirt in a heap.
So he is washing up, but...
She eased her head around the corner. The bathroom door was shut tight, and from inside came a voice so faint she almost thought she'd imagined it.
Slap. Slap-slap-slap. Slap. Slap-slap.
The moment she pressed her ear to the door, the filthy sounds came through loud and clear.
"J-Jiwoohaat.. Jiwoo...♡"
No way...?
Her own father was in there calling her mother's name over and over, jerking himself off. Jia froze, stunned — both because her guess had been right, and because she had just discovered that her dad masturbated the same way she did.
No way...?
Dad's really in there touching himself...?
Maybe it was the desperate need to be joined with him, even a little. Maybe it was leftover frustration from yesterday. She knew she shouldn't — she knew — but by the time she came back to herself, her hand was already inside her panties.
"Nnh..."
The sound of her father panting. The obscene slap of skin. The way he kept moaning her mother's name — except in her head, he was moaning hers. She started touching herself to all of it.
Just as her body began to burn, the wet collision of his hand and his thighs grew even more violent, and a wrecked, pleading sound spilled through the door.
"J-Jiwoo.. I.. I'm g-gonna cum!!!"
M-me too, Dad — I'm gonna cum too!!!
Thwack. Thwack-thwack-thwack. Thwack-thwack. Thwack. He was pumping himself with a merciless, single-minded rhythm, as if nothing else in the world existed. In her imagination, she was the one he was forcing himself on. And then, right as she hit the edge—
"Jiwoo!!! I'm c-cumming.. I'm cummiiiing..!!!"
Cummiiing~!!!
Spurt.. spurrrrrrrrt..!!!
"Hyaaaaaaahn~!!!"
She clamped her other hand over her mouth so he wouldn't hear her, smothering the moan that tore out of her throat.
"Nnnnngh!!!!"
Pleasure turned her head to fog, but some animal instinct screamed at her to get out of that room. She fled to her own bedroom with her slick running down her thighs.
"Jia, come out and eat~"
"Mm, okay."
It felt like this morning all over again. For now, she decided to keep her mouth shut and just go out there.
Dinner was spicy pork rice bowls. She'd already come more than once since holing up in her room, and she'd been thinking she needed something hearty — meat, specifically — when Dad had gone and cooked exactly that. The whole incident from minutes ago vanished, and she focused entirely on eating.
"Wow, this is actually amazing. Holy crap."
"Really? That good? Seeing my little girl eat so well... Dad's so happy."
If her instincts were right, he had that face he made when there was something he wanted to say. He was the kind of person who always put Mom and Jia first and left his own opinions for last, so she could tell just from the way his lips kept fidgeting.
I want to lick them.
"Dad, you want to say something, don't you?"
"Huh?!"
He stared at her with huge, startled eyes, like he couldn't believe she'd read him. He was so cute, so handsome, so lovable that it was almost impossible to believe this man was pushing forty.
"No, it's just... well, it's summer, so I was thinking maybe you and I could go to the beach together..."
"Huh? The beach?"
"Yeah. I got a text from Mom. She said she might not make it back until September."
"Wait, seriously...?"
At that news, the corners of her mouth started twitching upward and wouldn't stop.
"Is that all you wanted to say?"
"Ah.. well.."
There was more. She could tell.
What else? Besides the beach? Don't tell me...?
The image of him at the park — panting, surrendering his body so vulgarly — flashed through her mind, and right on its heels came the worst possible fantasy: her father at the beach with that dried-up hysterical bitch of a mutt who had nothing going for her but a pair of fat tits.
I have to stop this. No matter what!!!
"No."
"Huh? Dad hasn't even said anyth—"
"I don't care! The answer is no! You can only go to the beach with me!"
She'd gotten so worked up she slammed her fist down on the table before she even realized it.
"Hyeet...! Jia, sweetheart, I think you've got the wrong idea."
He stripped off his apron, came around to her side, and took her hands.
"Jia, about what happened before... Dad is really, truly sorry..."
"..."
"It wasn't like that. I swear. I'll never do it again..."
Thank God. It didn't sound like this was about that bitch. She let her anger settle and pouted, just to make sure he knew she was still a little mad.
"Hmph..!"
"Jia..."
"Say it."
"Huh? Say what?"
"Just say it already."
His whole face lit up, and he beamed at her with a soft, blooming smile. She almost lunged across the table and tackled him by accident.
H-hold it together.
"So, um. I was thinking... what if we tried putting the travel money together ourselves this time...?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
Objectively speaking, Mom earned more than enough to keep the whole household running. Neither of them needed to work. But Dad always seemed to feel like he was living off her, and that was probably what this was about.
"If we're going on a trip, though, we'd have to leave within two weeks, right? That's an insanely tight timeline. People usually get paid monthly."
"Ah..."
He hadn't even thought that far. Their papa, raised like a hothouse flower, was so precious she was going to have to raise him herself... ahem.
"Still, I know a place where a friend of mine is working part-time... I'll ask for you. If we're doing this, want to work together for about two weeks? How's that sound? Not bad, right?"
She'd secretly worked a part-time job before to buy herself an iPad without her parents finding out, so with her friend's help they could raise the travel funds easily — and she could show Dad how cool she was while she was at it. Two birds, one stone.
"Oh! Really? You mean it? Woooow~ My Jia~ I love youuu~♡"
He lunged in and wrapped her up in a sudden, crushing hug, burying his nose against the nape of her neck and nuzzling her like a dog.
"I love you I love you I love you♡ I really love you~♡"
The second those words whispered into her ear, she came on the spot.
"O-ohhhghhk...♡"
"Hm? Jia, why are your hips shak—"
"I-it's nothing♡"
"Are you sure you're okay?"
He frowned with worry and pressed one hand to his own forehead, then to hers. The sudden touch hit her all over again.
"Hyaaaaaah~♡"
She came a second time.
"Jia! You're really okay, right?"
"Mm.. I-I'm fiiine.. I'm gonna go ask my friend.."
"Okay. That's my girl~♡"
And just like that, the married man Jeon Hanbyul found himself with two brand-new goals: raising the money for their trip — and his nightly workouts.