Until We Go to School (3)
They wheeled their cart through the supermarket doors. Maybe it was the newly crisp weather, but a clean, pleasant feeling settled over them even though they hadn't done a single special thing.
"A date with Daddy... hehe♡ Ah!"
Something seemed to dawn on her. She stopped pushing the cart altogether and turned to look at Hanbyul. The word date had just reminded Jia of something she'd completely forgotten.
"Oh, that's right! Daddy! You promised you'd grant me a wish before."
"Ah... r-right...?"
"I'd totally forgotten. But you remembered, didn't you?"
"Y-yeah... of course..!"
Hanbyul, who had in fact forgotten entirely, was sweating bullets as he played along. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint her.
"Let's go on a date!"
"A date...?"
"Yeah! A date!"
They had come to a stop in the fruit and vegetable aisle to talk it over. A distinctly serious look had settled over Jia's face.
"Alright. When do you want to go?"
"Hmm... I haven't decided yet... I'll tell you when I think of it!"
The faint sulkiness she'd been carrying from the other day melted right off her. Even the envious stares drifting over from people nearby didn't feel like a burden.
This is why... we really do look like a couple..♡
She clamped a hand over her trembling lips and turned to her dad.
"So what are you going to buy, Daddy?"
She watched him pick through the ingredients with pointed attention, trying to figure out whether he'd been lying or not.
"You were telling the truth...?"
"Of course I was... why would I lie...?"
Hanbyul's conscience gave a guilty twinge, but he had no choice except to keep lying. He didn't want to load her down with worry, and he didn't want to disappoint her either—that was the whole reason he'd lied in the first place. Still, after a full twenty years of married life, he had both his wife's tastes and his daughter's mapped out completely. Knowing the two of them loved meat, pork belly had been the safest possible bet.
"I was planning on making spicy stir-fried pork."
"Woooow! I love that!"
She bounced in place as if she'd forgotten they were standing in a supermarket, then threw her arms around him. Buried in the soft give of Jia's breasts, Hanbyul barely managed to get the words out.
"Then we've got all the ingredients... Jia, shall we go?"
"Okay... Daddy♡"
"Is there anything else we need? We still have to pick up something for dinner tonight."
He glanced down at the items already sitting in the cart.
"Jia. What do you want for dinner?"
Hanbyul, who'd been walking ahead, turned around.
"Huh? Jia...?"
His daughter was nowhere to be seen.
He pushed the cart this way and that, scanning the aisles. Of all times, a special sale event had just kicked off, and the store had packed itself wall to wall with people.
"J-Jia...?"
He thought he caught a glimpse of her way off in the lingerie section—but then the announcement hit.
WHOLE CHICKEN — SUPER SPECIAL PRICE!!!
Just 5,000 Won!!!
The instant he heard super special price, he spun on his heel and made straight for the meat counter.
The spot that had drawn every middle-aged woman's eye in the building had instantly turned into a marketplace brawl. Hanbyul left the cart far behind and squeezed, grunting, through the crush of bodies.
That's dinner tonight...!
He clenched his jaw and pushed in, thinking of feeding Jia and Jiwoo—
"Hahhnn...♡"
Not everyone who'd plunged into this crowd was here simply to buy chicken. The other women—starved for a man—who'd been watching Hanbyul from the moment he walked into the supermarket slipped into the press of bodies and started to grope him.
"E-excuse me, just passi—hhnn..!"
Hands swept roughly across his torso as they shoved past. They kneaded his ass like dough and stroked his sides with slow, seductive fingers.
"S-stop thaaat..!"
He swung his arms, but the hands had already vanished. As if offended, several more appeared from behind—
"Hnnnnn!!!"
They yanked his clothes up. In an instant Hanbyul's bare skin was on display: flushed pink nipples, the elegant line of his chest and belly, all that soft flesh laid open.
"Hnghhhh♡"
Hemmed in on all four sides by the women who'd entered the crowd for the express purpose of molesting him, Hanbyul was treated like a toy. They panted against him, breath already running hot.
"Mmph! S-stop it..!"
They crushed him under their breasts, pinched his nipples, raked their fingers across his skin—toying with him with every flick of their hands. Being forcibly violated in a public place sent him into heat.
The married man's cock stood stiff and proud.
"Hahh..."
"Cock, cock♡"
"Come here and let Noona hold you."
Every one of them shook their pussies, straining desperately for even a little contact with his cock. The way they thrust their hips forward and arched their chests back was nothing short of vulgar. Perhaps their greed had gotten the better of them—they listed hard to one side and went down in a heap with a heavy thud.
Sensing that people's eyes had turned toward them, the women in heat scrambled away. Hanbyul shot a sharp glare after their retreating backs as he yanked his clothes back into place.
He was still in heat, but perhaps it was a father's love that drove him. Even after suffering that kind of humiliation, he finally made it to the display. He reached for the last remaining chicken—
Thump.
"Wha...?"
Another hand suddenly shot out and overlapped his, and a somewhat dumbfounded sound slipped from his lips.
A long, pale hand. He followed that hand—as fine as the Queen's—upward. His gaze stopped once at the gray outfit cut in that unmistakably mature silhouette, hugging thick hips and thighs. It stopped again at the pink long-sleeved top with its deep plunge of cleavage. And then, at last, it stopped on the face of the woman meeting his eyes beneath a cascade of pure white hair.
"Oh my. Only just noticing me?"
"N-Noona...?"
With her other hand, she tucked her hair behind her ear. Until now, Jiwoo had always carried herself with an aloof, untouchable air. But now she radiated a strangely erotic atmosphere, showing him the dense, sensual face of a married woman.
"But... Hanbyul... how long are you going to keep holding on?"
Hanbyul's hand had landed on top of Jiwoo's by a split second. Only then did he snatch it away and stumble backward.
"Hnn..."
Baek Jiwoo made a small sound of regret and licked her lips.
"But Hanbyul. Don't you need this?"
She picked up the raw chicken, still flushed a rosy pink, and gave it a little shake. Somehow, held in Baek Jiwoo's hand, even the chicken looked lewd.
"I-it looks like Noona needs it more... huh?"
She presented that rosy-pink thing against Hanbyul's chest.
"Th-thank you..."
"But Hanbyul."
Jiwoo stepped closer as she handed him the chicken. Her hair fell in a curtain around them, as if she wanted a private moment alone with him, blocking out the rest of the store.
"Noona dyed her hair."
"Huh...?"
The only thing that looked different from before was the length of her hair, and yet Noona Jiwoo was telling him she'd dyed it.
"Where...?"
"Hanbyul. Can you ask Noona if she's looking at me?"
The request came out of nowhere, and it threw him—but she'd just handed him the last chicken without a second thought. He could hardly refuse.
"Yes, Noona. Noona! Are you looking at me?"
"Yes."
A brief pause. And then—
"....!!!"
Hanbyul had taken it as a simple answer, but now he understood. His eyes flew open twice as wide as usual, and his face flushed crimson in an instant.
"Our little Hanbyul is such a pervert♡"
He was still stuck on the question—and the answer—about that pussy, standing there stammering. She watched him with open amusement.
"See you soon. Hanbyul♡"
With a sultry smile and a sidelong glance, she headed out of the supermarket. The Ice Queen vanished like that, her swaying hips and thick, meaty ass on full display in a dizzying rear view.
"Uuuuaaah..."
He sank to the floor as if his legs had given out, clutching his burning face in both hands.
A wh-white pussy...
Still reeling from the shock, he made his way toward the lingerie section, where a war was still being waged.
"Daddyyy~!!!"
Jia came toward him looking thoroughly triumphant, her hair a mess, as if she'd just emerged victorious from battle. She held a piece of lingerie in each hand and lifted them against her body.
In her left hand, a red lingerie set. It barely reached her waist, which was dizzying enough on its own—and aside from the dark crimson frills, the fabric was sheer enough to show every inch of skin beneath. He had to wonder if it even qualified as clothing.
Then Hanbyul's eyes fell on the underwear in her right hand. She draped a T-back panty over her lower half—the kind that, like a swimsuit, barely covered her ass and anus.
"How's this...?"
She held it against herself and gave her hips a languid, seductive twist. He hadn't meant to, but the married man had just pictured those pieces of lingerie layered over his daughter's naked body.
"Hnnh..."
His cock sent up a signal.
"Oh? Is that because of me?"
Her body seemed to be heating up. She rubbed her thighs together as she looked at Hanbyul, then pressed herself right up against her daddy. His cock sprang up so hard it threatened to punch through his pants.
She pulled him into a secluded corner so no one would see, then used the cart to shield him from view.
"Did you want it that badly?"
In a sweet, aching voice, she used only her thumb, index, and middle fingers to tease the head of Hanbyul's cock. Her lewd body squirmed as a slick fluid welled from his burning-hot cockhead.
"Hnn...♡ Are you asking me to fuck you?"
Hanbyul, already in heat from everything that had happened in the supermarket, had been holding on by a thread—but in front of his daughter, he finally broke.
"Hahh... hahh... J-Jiaahh..."
He grabbed Jia's arm with both hands, and then his hips began to move. His mind went white with pleasure. He felt like he wouldn't be able to function for the rest of the day unless he came at least once.
"Hehe♡"
Jia, utterly delighted by the situation, picked up the panties she'd been planning to buy.
"W-what are you—!"
She covered his cockhead with them just like that. Wrapping him in the side that would touch her pussy, she started stroking him.
"Pretend it's my pussy, Daddy..♡"
The thought of using Jia like a fleshlight sent a rush of taboo thrill through him, a spark he couldn't explain.
"Hnnnnh..!!!"
He came—a long, shuddering, helpless burst—straight into the panties his daughter was going to wear.
They were T-back panties. Nowhere near enough to contain the semen erupting from him. Jia quickly dropped down and pressed her lips to him.
"Hnnnmmph... sluuuurp... hnghhhh♡"
Tasting her married father's thick cock and cum, Jia's eyes rolled back in her head.
The obscene acts of this father and daughter were only just beginning.