Karma Comes Full Circle — Threesome
Everything went hazy, like slipping into a dream.
Was this what it felt like when your mind just... stopped? She didn't know what to say. Didn't know what to do. A crushing sense of defeat washed over her.
"Haaah... haaah... haaah...♡"
Her own daughter was grinding down on him, eyes locked on Jiwoo the entire time. Bite marks stood out across Hanbyul's skin — the neat imprint of Jia's teeth, left behind from how thoroughly she'd sucked and gnawed at him. He stared at Jiwoo with a vacant, broken expression, but it wasn't long before the pleasure dragged him under again.
"Haaah... nnhhh... nngh...♡"
Just hearing those moans was enough to make something twist hot and sick in her gut. She'd expected the sight to make her explode — to detonate on the spot. Instead her head was ice-cold, as if someone had dumped a bucket of water over her. It wasn't that she couldn't feel the anger. She just didn't know what to do with it.
She asked a question that was meaningless, given what she was looking at.
"What are you doing?"
She already knew. Of course she knew what they were doing right in front of her.
"Haaang... haaang... haaang~♡"
Jia didn't answer. She just moaned louder, as if to say, Isn't it obvious?
The realization that her beloved was being stolen — by another woman, and the closest one possible — sent her fist flying.
CRASH!!!
The wardrobe door caved inward, a spiderweb of cracks exploding across the wood. Both of them froze.
Hanbyul carefully folded his hands in his lap, sitting there with meek, practiced obedience. Jia's eyes narrowed to slits as she glared at her mother — still impaled on him, still not pulling that damned cock out of her dripping cunt.
"I asked you a question. What the hell are you doing?"
"..."
Jia swept her hair back and lifted her hips in one long, languid motion. A wet plop sounded as she came off him, a string of semen dripping down in her wake.
"I was doing it with Daddy...♡"
She stroked her lower belly, a filthy little smile curling her lips.
"What took you so long? He's already come inside me so many times~♡"
"You crazy bitch."
The words tore out of a throat that felt ready to cough up blood, trembling as they left her. And Jia — as if she'd decided she was ready to die — sneered right back at her.
"It's a shame I couldn't take Daddy's first time."
There was a strange, unidentifiable fury mixed into that mocking laugh. Jia's voice was shaking too, but it was a different kind of tremor.
"Yang Jia."
"..."
No answer. She just stood there beside the bed, staring blankly.
"Yang Ji—"
"Do you hate me?"
Jia cut her off before she could finish the name. It was something she'd never done before, and for a split second the wrongness of it hung in the air.
"You hate me, don't you?"
She said it again, eyes fixed on the floor.
"Yeah."
As if she'd expected that exact answer, Jia turned her head and looked straight at Hanbyul.
"Daddy... do you hate me too?"
The same question. Hanbyul couldn't get a word out. He just kept glancing at Jiwoo, reading her face, waiting for a cue that never came. No matter how long Jia waited, all he did was look to his wife. The brazen, defiant expression from a moment ago crumbled. Jia's face looked ready to collapse in on itself.
"So in the end... I don't mean anything to anyone, do I...?"
The words came out bitter, self-mocking. Jiwoo couldn't make sense of the atmosphere at all. Just a little while ago this girl had come charging in determined to win — determined to monopolize Hanbyul for herself. And now she was neither here nor there.
"Why can't I fit between you and Daddy?"
She didn't look like a rival trying to steal another woman's man. She didn't even look like a crazy bitch. She just looked like a fragile little girl. Jiwoo wanted to scream at her — Have you lost your mind? — and put a fist through her face. But something about this felt like it had a reason behind it, so she held her tongue and listened.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm tired too, you know."
Jia's eyes met hers, glistening, on the verge of tears.
"Do you have any idea how much I've been hurting this whole time!?"
"..."
Jiwoo couldn't find the thread of this conversation.
"You two are always all over each other. Every single night I have to listen to you moaning."
"Of course we are. We're married."
Jia said it like it was some grave injustice — a fact of marriage that should have been obvious.
"And whenever I try to be near Daddy, you stop me. The second I so much as touch him, you blow up at me."
"That's obviously—"
"What's obvious about it?! Am I a stranger to you!?"
Jia flared, her voice rising. The anger wasn't aimed only at Jiwoo. It cut toward Hanbyul too — the man she'd been physically joined with just moments ago.
"And you too, Dad! When Mom's not around, you let me. The second she's here, you push me away. Either take it or don't — pick one and stick with it!"
Hanbyul looked thoroughly, hopelessly flustered.
"What am I to you, really? Do you even love me? Was I just a mistake? Did I get born just to get in the way?"
All the resentment and rage she'd been swallowing for years came pouring out.
Jia had inherited her mother's obsessive streak — that much was true. But the fact that it had turned toward her own father wasn't something anyone had planned. When she was little, saying she wanted to marry Daddy, or reaching for him at all, would make her mother radiate this terrifying, jealous atmosphere that scared her half to death. And her parents always looked happiest when it was just the two of them. The moment Jia stepped in, she felt like she was making them walk on eggshells because of her, and she hated that.
Even so, she was a child who wanted to be loved. So she kept reaching for her father. And that reaching is what turned into a competition with her mother. In a way, the fight with her mother — this war over Daddy — had been coming all along.
"No matter what I do, I can't make Daddy mine... No matter what I do, you get jealous."
The truth was, Jia already knew. She could steal his affection for a moment, maybe. But never for a lifetime. And she would never, ever be allowed inside the thing her parents had together. She was an uninvited guest. That was all.
"You're so awful, Mom. If this is how it was going to be, why did you even have me?"
What...?
The child she had conceived after marrying Hanbyul. Jiwoo had understood, for the first time, what people meant when they said you wouldn't feel pain even if you put them in your eye. Even knowing her daughter was a woman who received Hanbyul's love, she had been able to love her — because she was her daughter. And then Jia grew up, and the two of them started this war of nerves... and at the very end, this was what she said.
If this is how it was going to be, why did you even have me?
"Why are you so wary of me? Did I do something that bad? Why do you keep doing this to me?!"
The scream was raw, demanding an explanation right then and there.
"Jia..."
"Say it. Just say it!"
Jia wouldn't wait. Jiwoo had no choice.
"Because Hanbyul is always looking for you. I... I wanted him all to myself..."
She hated admitting she was jealous of her own daughter. But whenever they went anywhere, whenever they ate, whenever they shopped for clothes — Hanbyul always looked after Jia first. Always sought her out. At first Jiwoo had thought, What a good husband. But the more often she saw it, the more it ate at her. What if his love stops coming to me and only goes to Jia?
In a way, Jiwoo realized, she had created this entire disaster herself. Every mistake she'd piled up over the years felt like it was bursting open today.
"I know I'm the bad one too. But you need to know something, Mom. You're bad too. You're the one who made me like this..."
"Jia..."
"Forget it...! I'm giving up. Don't come looking for me. If I just disappear from here, everything's over, right? Isn't that what you want?"
She wiped the tears running down her cheeks with her arm and turned to leave the room.
"No."
Jiwoo caught her by the wrist.
"Let go! I said let go! You made it so obvious you couldn't stand me — so why are you doing this now?!"
Jia's emotions detonated. She crumpled to the floor where she stood and sobbed.
"Jia..."
A maternal instinct Jiwoo had forgotten how to feel stirred back to life. Only now — far too late — did she understand the mistakes she'd been making. And Jia was the same. She knew her parents weren't only the bad things she'd just screamed about. She already regretted how deeply she'd cut them.
Jiwoo held her, stroking her back, murmuring comfort. After a moment Hanbyul gathered his clothes and pulled them on, then approached the two women.
"I'm sorry I didn't understand how you felt, Jia."
"N-no... I'm sorry too. I was way too hard on Mom."
In the end they reconciled, and it seemed like everything might settle... until the stray spark landed squarely on Hanbyul.
"So this was all because of him, then...?"
Jiwoo glanced sideways at Hanbyul. Jia looked up at him too, right alongside her mother.
"Exactly."
Today, of all days, Hanbyul looked especially fragile. Especially lovely. More than enough to take every last drop of lust the two women hadn't been able to spend.
Jiwoo opened the wrecked wardrobe. Inside, a puppy-tail plug sat waiting — an anal tail with a little dog's tail attached. She pulled it out. Hanbyul was still wearing the puppy-ear headband and the collar.
"J-Ji... Jiwoo...?"
He tried to cover himself with both arms and burrow into the blankets, but that small-animal scramble only stoked the sadism in both women past the point of no return.
"Honey♡"
"Daddy♡"
A moment ago they'd been at each other's throats. Now, as if they'd planned it, mother and daughter moved in together. Clothes sloughed off. Two stunning, bare bodies put themselves on full, devastating display.
"N-nooo—! Nnghooooh!!!"
One man's filthy, broken scream — and two women's wishes, granted at last.
"Khh-hhh♡"
"Nghooooh♡"
Both wombs clenched and fluttered. Slick poured down from their mounds in a flood. The puppy on the bed had his eyes rolled back, legs kicking and twitching helplessly.
"Ahahaa! It's a puppy~!"
"Hanbyul...♡"
Hearts in their eyes, the two women closed in on him.
"I'm so, so happy to meet you!"
Jia waved, beaming. The answer she got back was—
"D-don't come any closeeer...!"
Hanbyul tried desperately to keep them at bay. He was barely holding down a heat that wanted to swallow him whole — and for some reason, he had the feeling that if he just tried hard enough, he might actually manage it.
"Nngiiiiih!!!"
The second they touched the anal tail — the second the stimulation hit his nipples and his cock at the same time — he failed. Four hands roamed his body. Two tongues worked his throat and the head of his cock.
"W-waiiit—!! Nnghoooooh!!!"
"Why would you say that...?"
"She's right, Hanbyul. We were looking forward to this so much."
Jia got up, leaving Jiwoo still mouthing at Hanbyul's cock, and shifted her position.
"There! Punishment!"
In a single motion she dropped her dripping mound straight onto his face.
"I-I can't breathe...! Ghk...! Ghhk...!"
"Then I'll take this~♡"
Jiwoo swallowed his twitching cock into her cunt in one greedy slide. A man thrashing, buried under two women's soaked, heavy asses. Mother and daughter found the sight almost unbearably cute. Almost unbearably precious.
"Hanbyul? Jia loves you the same way I do. You know that, right?"
"Nnghhh! Nnghhh!!!"
"Sorry, Daddy. But you're going to have to take it."
"That's right. If you love him, of course you do. So... shall we all enjoy this together now?"
They pulled Hanbyul up. Jiwoo pressed in from behind, Jia from the front, sandwiching him, rubbing their bodies against his. Stiff nipples dragged across his skin. Hot, sticky flesh and that sweet-filthy scent of a woman's body had him drooling pre-cum in thick, helpless strands.
"W-what is this...♡"
"I've wanted to do this with Daddy for so long♡"
"I'm only allowing this once. Never again after this."
"Hmph..."
Mother and daughter were still grinding against him, still talking — when
"Nnghoooooh!!!"
A long, shuddering throb tore through him. Jia's belly gleamed, glazed in semen. They eased him down onto the bed.
"Look at you, Hanbyul. Already this big again?"
"Daddy~ you're even hotter than I am."
"He'll need to be ready if he's going to take both of us, won't he?"
Both women pressed their breasts in, wrapping his cock between them. Two pairs of teardrop breasts met, and their faces drew naturally, inevitably close. The sight went past erotic. It was so filthy it felt like it might detonate.
"S-stooop—!"
"Does it hurt? No, it doesn't. It feels good. Be honest."
"Daddy! Let me see your face?"
"You look like you're feeling so good. That's it~ good boy~ such a good boy~"
"You don't have to hold it in. Just let it all out. Come as much as you want."
Their tongues dripped saliva onto the head of his cock, thick and wet. Their breasts slapped together around his shaft, making a lewd, filthy water-sound. His cock, wrapped in their tits, grew coated in spit until it looked lacquered with it — a massive, glistening thing. As if they'd rehearsed it, both women pulled their chests back and pressed nothing but their lips to the head—
"Nnghoooooogh!!!!"
Hanbyul came again. The time it took him to finish was getting shorter and shorter.
"Wow... he came so much..."
"Haaah... haaah..."
"Daddy's so cute... I could just eat him up♡"
Jiwoo grabbed his still-twitching cock and swung a leg over him, mounting him.
"Mom, that's not fair. I want his baby-seeds too."
"Please, stop...!"
"Honey...♡"
"Our Jia can't wait, can she?"
"Nnh... I can't waiiit...♡"
"S-stoooop..."
This time, Jiwoo yielded the first round to her daughter.
We've got plenty of time left anyway.
Jia spread her legs wide and took Hanbyul's cock into the plump, springy folds of her pussy. She swallowed him to the hilt in one stroke.
"Wonder who she gets that greed from."
Watching them, the married woman — Yang Jiwoo — climbed up over Hanbyul's chest.
"Daddy...♡ you're inside me...!"
Jia started grinding in earnest, hard and desperate. Her hair tossed. Her breasts swayed. And Jiwoo rubbed her ass back and forth across Hanbyul's chest, marking her territory in a smear of her own slick.
"Daddy. Daddy. No — Hanbyul! I love youuu...!"
"That's it. Don't leave a drop. Come all the way inside."
Jiwoo played with the anal tail, milking his prostate from the inside. Hanbyul's hips jerked off the bed. His eyes rolled back, and a scream tore out of him unlike anything they'd ever heard.
"Nnghoooooh!!! Nguoooooooh!!!"
A long, violent, shuddering climax ripped through him.
"Nngoooooh~♡ i-it feels so goood...♡ Daddy... I love you..."
On shaking legs, Jia barely managed to stand and switch places with her mother.
"Honey? It's my turn now."
"Nnh-heeh... nngh...♡"
Hanbyul couldn't even form a thought.
"I love you...! I love you, I love you!!! I'll say it as many times as it takes, over and over. Look only at me."
"No — look only at me, Daddy!"
"Oh? Jia?"
"Heh-heh~? Mom♡"
"Hanbyul is mine...! I'm the one who's going to take him now...! Nnh... aah..."
Jia locked eyes with her mother and spoke.
"Hey, Mom... are you satisfied?"
"Heh? Is that even a question?"
"Nowhere near enough, right?"
"Obviously. Let's play a whole lot dirtier, shall we?"
"That's more like it...! Daddy can keep going too, right?"
"S-sto... I-I can't... I caaan't—!!!!"
Mother and daughter looked at him with eyes gleaming wetter with lust than they ever had before.
It was a beautiful night — the night their milking of him began, and showed no sign of ever ending.