Worst-Timed Guests: The Prospective Mother-in-Law and Stepmother-Tutor
Im Jeong-ok, the madam, and her daughter—important figures entangled in marriage talks between families, and personal friends of Lee So-young herself. Under normal circumstances, she would have been delighted at the chance to confide in someone she hadn't seen in ages. But at this moment, their presence was nothing short of an excruciating nuisance, unwelcome intruders through and through.
Her hands trembled as she prepared the tea and carried it out. Her fragile mental balance, hanging by a thread, eroded rapidly. At last, she entered the room where Im Jeong-ok sat.
I have to endure... right now... somehow...
Im Jeong-ok sat oblivious, unaware of everything. And across from her was that man, Han Taeyang, flashing a sinister smile toward Lee So-young. A mocking glint lingered in his gaze, as if daring her—go ahead, try it if you can.
Biting her lip hard, Lee So-young steeled herself.
It's fine... I can do this... Just serve the tea like always and leave... that's all...
She couldn't let this get exposed. Not to her close friend, her dear older sister-figure, of all people. The mental pressure from that thought made her instinctively clench her pussy tighter around the wooden cock.
! ...Ngh... What... what's this... why does it feel even stronger...
With every step, the stimulation grew sharper, more vivid—amplified by her tension beyond anything before. She forced one foot in front of the other, moving so slowly and precariously that it bordered on suspicious.
Balancing on the razor's edge, she finally reached Im Jeong-ok.
Eut!
As she slowly lowered herself to set down the tray, the pressure on her abdomen sharpened the sensation to a near-breaking point, almost drawing a moan from her lips. Barely holding it back, she clung to her fraying sanity and managed to place the tray down.
"P-Please excuse me."
"! Ah... thank you."
Im Jeong-ok finally seemed to notice her, responding to the greeting. But Lee So-young had no spare attention for such things. Without another word, she set down the tea and refreshments, then lifted the tray and rose.
Straightening up triggered another wave of sensation that chilled her to the bone, but she endured it.
It's... done... all over... now just leave this place...
Relief washed over her that the dire moment had passed. Once she escaped to her room, she could catch her breath. Her tension eased just a fraction.
But then.
"...Madam? No, So-young. What's wrong? Your face..."
"! N-No... what?"
Im Jeong-ok suddenly addressed her, even using the intimate nickname. The brief slack in Lee So-young's tension snapped back—tighter than before.
"Ah... it's nothing. I-I'm... fine."
She forced out the denial, squeezing her voice from her throat. But oblivious to her plight, Im Jeong-ok grew more concerned and rose, reaching out.
"You don't look fine... Is something hurting? If it's bad, we should call a physician..."
Just like old times, she naturally moved to place a hand on Lee So-young's forehead to check her temperature. Normally, this caring gesture would evoke the maternal warmth reminiscent of her late mother.
But now.
Ah... no... not now... if she touches me now...
Her body was hypersensitive. Even that simple touch would push her over the edge—she knew it all too well. Terror gripped her clearly.
"I'm f-fine, I said...!"
In that instant, without thinking, Lee So-young raised her voice and tried to swat the hand away.
And then.
"!!!!"
Her reflexive jerk shattered her precarious mental hold.
"Ah... no... ah... nooo..."
The dam burst at its limit, pleasure flooding out. An eerie, overwhelming ecstasy wrapped her body. The horrific sensation choked her breath; her hands went limp, and she dropped the tray to the floor.
But in that moment, the tray meant nothing. What mattered was the other thing on the verge of falling—the wooden cock slipping from her spasming pussy.
It was already emerging between her drenched folds. Love juices trickled down her thighs. And in the aftershocks of climax, her pussy refused to obey, twitching uncontrollably like a cramping leg.
If this continued... really...
False... words... this can't... can't happen... not in front of everyone... like this...
Seized by despair, her mind blanked. Tasting the depths of hell, she felt it fully slip free—and a tear rolled down her cheek.
At that moment.
"Heuk!!!!"
The next instant, a sharp intrusion stabbed her pussy. An explosive pleasure split her body in two; her fading consciousness snapped awake.
A hand had shoved the escaping wooden cock back inside. Amid the sinister relief, a voice—her "son's" voice—spoke from behind.
"Pardon the interruption. It seems Mother is suffering from anemia."
"Ah... is that so? She does look quite fatigued."
Im Jeong-ok nodded in understanding. Watching this, profound relief flooded Lee So-young's heart.
But.
! ...W-Wait... no... not here... not here like this...
Han Taeyang supported her from behind, feigning concern. But hidden from view, his hand gripped the cock embedded in her pussy through her skirt, slowly moving it.
"The household atmosphere has been tense lately. With Father so ill, Mother hasn't been sleeping and has been overexerting herself."
"I see. That's truly regrettable."
Even as they conversed casually, his hand relentlessly stirred her depths.
Eut!...
Despite—or because of—her recent climax, her hypersensitivity made every sensation excruciatingly clear. The relief of averting disaster created a mental gap, letting the mounting pleasure flood in unfiltered.
S-Stop... if you... keep doing this... I'll... I'll cum again...
Unable to resist or even speak, Lee So-young succumbed helplessly. The sticky sensation swelled terrifyingly; her tattered mind raced toward another peak.
But then.
! ...Huh?
Just before climax, Han Taeyang's hand stopped dead. He withdrew it from the cock and spoke gravely.
"I'll escort Mother to her room. Please wait just a moment."
"Yes, I'll wait."
With that, he swiftly supported her out of the room. She felt dragged along as they crossed the courtyard to her private quarters.
And...
- Thud!
"Heuuk... heuuuk... heuuuk..."
The door slammed shut, and Lee So-young's body went slack.
And.
- Plop!
The wooden cock she'd clenched in her pussy all this time hit the floor, slick with viscous fluids.
At the same time, Han Taeyang released his supporting grip.
"It seems I've won the bet, Mother."
"Huk... huk... huk... kkuh..."
His calm declaration of victory. Lee So-young could only gasp raggedly, staring up at him speechless.
"The guest is waiting, so I'll take my leave. I'll claim the bet's reward later."
"..."
With that, he exited as if nothing had happened.
Staring at the firmly shut door, Lee So-young sat dazed on the floor.
She'd lost. Utterly, without excuse.
Her last bastion of chastity had crumbled. Despair surged, and tears welled in her eyes.
Then.
"..."
Her gaze fell on it—the thing she'd harbored moments ago, still coated in sticky fluids.
Gazing at it, her final shred of pride shattered. In self-abandonment, as if possessed, she slowly reached out.
Her body burned hot from the recent aftermath. To quench that urge...
...It doesn't matter anymore... whatever happens...