What Comes After Karma
I don't think I slept much at all, and yet morning is already here.
Every inch of my body is screaming.
I open my eyes to a morning so drained of strength I feel like I might pass out the second I sit up — and what greets me is two women clinging to me like I was a doll.
I can't breathe...
One arm each is draped across my chest, and a pair of sleek thighs has climbed up on either side of my groin. It feels... good. It also feels unbelievably filthy.
They're sleeping soundly, pretty little smiles on their faces, as if they were having the sweetest dreams. Those greedy expressions from the small hours of the night have vanished as if they'd never existed. Morning sunlight catches the sheen on their skin, and the peach-sweet scent of their bodies fills the air.
"Nngh...!"
Yang Jiwoo, radiating a rich, intoxicating allure, and Yang Jia, young but carrying that haughty, icy air. Both of them possessed every quality that had defined my type back in my school days — and both of them were completely naked.
G-get a grip...! Jeon Hanbyul!
A signal starts rising in me before I even realize it. After last night's marathon, I can't even manage to pitch a morning tent — but if I weren't this wrecked, I'd have been standing at full attention already. I stare at the half-swollen bulge between my legs and try to shake the thought off, shifting my body—
Hhk...!!!
A bright, dizzying rush hits me as something soft and vividly warm presses against my chest. Two water balloons of different sizes are pouring their heat straight into me.
I-I'm going crazy... I'm gonna lose it...♡
My face goes slack with pleasure, mouth working soundlessly. It isn't even that much stimulation — but after last night, this man's body has been wound so tight that even this feels overwhelming.
I can't let Jia see a face this shameful. I turn my head toward my wife.
A flash—
The woman who'd been breathing so softly just a second ago snaps her eyes open. Predatory light gleams in them, the look of a hunter that's just locked onto its prey, her hair still slightly mussed as she curves a seductive smile — my Queen.
"You're up?"
H-Honey♡
A heat that isn't even heat has me gazing at my wife more desperately than I ever have in my life.
"Khh...♡"
And just like that, I flip her switch.
She presses herself even tighter against me, then starts rolling her hips and thighs. Her hands gather up the whole of my chest, circling around my nipples, winding me up tighter and tighter... and I can't take that push-and-pull.
"Haaah♡"
I go hard.
She must take it as a green light, because in the next instant Jiwoo has my cock in her hand and is stroking it. She rolls her body against mine without the slightest regard for the fact that our daughter is lying right there.
The bed rocks with the motion — and a presence I hadn't felt until now stirs beside us.
A hand clamps onto my head.
"Dad...?"
Jia turns my face straight toward her. Only then do I see my daughter's expression — her brow furrowed in a look of pure indignation — before she opens her mouth wide and—
Shlrrp... slurp... slurp...
—devours everything from my nose down to my mouth.
"Hmph! Hhk... hnnngh... hhuk...♡"
As if he's already grown used to this kind of play, the married man Jeon Hanbyul flicks his tongue and rolls his hips up and down, seducing them like he's begging to be toyed with even more. From the first light of morning he is a man tangled between two women, eyes rolling back as he comes.
"Nngiiiiiiih..!!!"
His whole body seizes and shudders as he spills over.
A household that announces the start of its day with an orgasm. The slightly heavy, awkward atmosphere from before has vanished entirely, replaced by something warm and easy — a genuinely harmonious family.
My wife and daughter are stuck unusually close to each other today. Until now they'd either flank me on both sides or sit across from each other and wage a war of nerves... so this just makes me feel like I'm being iced out.
"H-have you two always been that close..?"
It might have been the wrong thing to say, but they look so happy I can't help asking, chopsticks still in my mouth, as carefully as I can.
"Hm? We've always gotten along."
"Dad. Are you jealous? Heh."
The answer is so smooth it goes right past playing dumb and into something completely natural. I can't even argue. I just laugh along.
"Heh, no I'm not~ Jealous of what? Even if you two go off and hang out together, I can just go meet someone else…"
Ah. I said the wrong thing.
BAM—!!!
"W-what did you just say..?"
"Dad?"
Two pairs of unfocused, deep, dark eyes are staring at me like they want me dead. The warm, beautiful family scene from a moment ago goes ice-cold.
"I-I didn't... that's not..."
"The fuck did you just say. Someone else?"
"You're gonna leave us and go to some other woman?"
"..."
Maybe this is what they mean when they say you freeze up when something is too terrifying. As the murderous atmosphere rolls over me, my body locks. So does my brain.
"Huh? Hanbyul. Why aren't you saying anything? Is it true?"
"So you really did find some other bitch."
One slip of the tongue, and I've poked two lionesses right in the temper. They rise from their seats in one smooth motion, and by the time I register it, there's already a collar and a length of rope in their hands as they close in.
"Th-that's—! N-no! I really didn't!"
Terrified of receiving another round of the same "education" as before, I throw my arms around the two of them as they come closer. The difference in height puts my face right below their chests, but I hold on as tight as I can, shaking my head hard, desperate to prove I'm telling the truth.
"Hhut...♡"
"Hooook♡"
Jiwoo rests a trembling hand on my head and strokes my hair. Jia's mouth falls open in a dazed little aah, drool spilling over her lip. Looks like the apology got through.
"You mean it?"
I tip my head up and nod over and over.
"You're so cute. Alright. Let's just eat."
Peace returns to the breakfast table.
We talk about this and that, and somewhere in the conversation it hits us that we'd completely forgotten to celebrate Jia's Coming of Age Day.
"What should we get you?"
"No kidding. Dad didn't even remember..."
It's late, but I still want to congratulate her properly and get her something. Jia is already fidgeting like she has something in mind.
"Go on, spit it out~ Mom and Dad will make it happen."
"Really?"
Her face lights up with swelling expectation — and a rising glint of mischief. My wife, who knows that look all too well, strokes her chin with open suspicion and takes out an insurance policy.
"Let's hear it first."
"Aww..."
The excitement drains right out of her. Watching her wilt for no good reason makes my chest ache.
"I'll try to make it happen. Or if I can't go that far, I'll get you something close."
I say it generously, and Jia—
"Really? Really really really?!"
—flaps her arms like wings, over the moon. So this is how you become a daughter-idiot.
Even my wife can't win against that. She lets out a little snort of a laugh and tells her to go ahead.
"Mom!"
Jia whips around, her face suddenly dead serious, her voice solemn.
"Mother! No — Ms. Yang Jiwoo!!!"
"...?"
"YAH!!!! YOU CRAZY BITCH!!!!"
Jiwoo doesn't hesitate for a second. The spoon in her hand comes down on Jia's head.
SMACK!!!
"AAAAAGH!!!"
The pain arrives half a beat late. Jia clutches her head with both hands and bolts.
"You little—!!! Get back here!"
"Eek!!!"
She suddenly ducks behind me, using me as a shield against her mother.
"Dad, help meeee!!!"
"Hey! Get out here!!!"
Even a daughter you'd never dream of hurting can apparently make you lose your mind with a single sentence.
"J-Jiwoo! J-just calm down! Calm—!!!"
"Do I LOOK like I'm gonna calm down?!?!?!"
"Mom! It was a joke! A joke!!!!"
Jia is picking at her rice with puffy, swollen eyes and a few fresh lumps rising in a row across her scalp. At some point Jiwoo has glued herself to my side and is shoveling food into her mouth, still fuming...
Honey...
I can't bring myself to stop her when she's taking our daughter this seriously. I feel bad for Jia, but if I try to intervene I genuinely think I might die. When whales fight, the shrimp doesn't stand a chance.
A silence stretches on that feels like it lasts an eternity.
"Haaah... fine. I lose. I give."
Yesterday must have left a deeper mark than I thought. Jiwoo stands, empty bowl in hand. Jia flinches, braced for another hit, and it takes her a second to register that this is actually a yes.
"Huuh? For real?! You're giving me Dad?"
"Yah!!!! I'm not 'giving' you your dad. Giving, my ass."
Jia deflates on the spot. She walks a tightrope between life and death with every other sentence, and it's pitiful and adorable all at once.
"Babe."
"Hm? Jiwoo."
"I'll try to make it happen. Or if I can't go that far, I'll get you something close. Those were your words."
"Mm... I did just say that."
"I'll look the other way for one day of the two of you going on a date."
"Huh?"
"Woooaaaah! Mom, you're the best! This is insane!!!"
Jia abandons her rice, crosses to Jiwoo at the sink, and throws her arms around her from behind. It looks exactly like a kitten showering its mother with affection.
"Th-this kid, what are you...!"
"Mom..♡"
Jiwoo's ears have gone bright red. I suppose you could say she's taken one more step as a mother.
Of course, I don't want to look like I'm falling behind either.
"Yeah. Whenever Jia wants, we can hit the department store, or a movie theater, whatever~"
"Oh yeah!"
Jia hops up and down, overjoyed. If I'd known she'd be like this, I would have gone out and done more things with her. I'd only ever doted on her from a distance; the one-on-one time always went to my wife. A wave of guilt hits me for how much Jia must have wanted this, and how long she must have held it in. In a way, she feels more grown-up than I am.
"But that other thing is off-limits."
"Hm?"
Jia does her best to play dumb.
"Hmmm~ I have no idea what you're talking about~?"
Then she turns her head toward me and starts sliding her index finger in and out of her mouth. Jiwoo, who is washing a ladle at the sink, sees it — and the heat flares right back up.
"What else would it be?! Sex! Sex! Do I have to spell it out for you?!"
The ladle comes down with a bang. Jia's mouth snaps shut on instinct — with her finger still in it.
"Nnghah!!!"
Tears well up in an instant. Jia wails that it hurts, throwing a full-blown tantrum. Today is the first time I've realized that Jia, just like Iseul, can be a clingy, adorable daughter when she wants to be.
Come to think of it... I wonder what Jiwoo-noona and Iseul are up to...