Conquest and Submission (2)
The sticky lovemaking finally ended well past dawn. Thanks to both Su-a and Sun-hwa having made suitable excuses at home, they didn't have the misfortune of scrambling out of the room as if racing the clock. Perhaps it was simply that being with me had become familiar by now.
"Uuuugh..."
Sun-hwa only cracked her eyes open well past noon, rubbing her plump bottom with a flushed face. Her fair, ample cheeks were covered in handprints and bite marks, but that wasn't what she was fretting about.
"You okay?"
"I-I'm fine!"
Sun-hwa hid her bright-red face under the blanket as she answered.
"Hiiing..."
"Pfft..."
"Don't laugh!"
She snapped, then leaned against Su-a with a teary face.
"Unnie... what do I do? I feel like such a pervert... This is all Master—no, no, Teacher Kim's fault..."
"Sun-hwa, how can you blame Master for you being a pervert? You finished developing your back door all by yourself."
"But... hiiing..."
Well, I decided to play along with Sun-hwa's whining to some extent. If I was only tender and gentle with Su-a, someone might end up feeling left out.
I slipped under the covers, gently pulled the naked Sun-hwa into my arms, and patted her.
"It was hot as hell."
"Waaah!"
Sun-hwa buried her face in my chest and couldn't lift her head. Instead, I slid a hand under the blanket and kneaded her plump rear. It was like playing with soft dough. There was a hint of muscle underneath, but essentially Sun-hwa's ass was soft and springy. The complete absence of cellulite was practically a miracle.
"Hing..."
"It's okay, it's okay. And if it was hot as hell, that's a good thing."
I pointed with my chin at the condom discarded in the trash. Wrapped roughly in tissue and tossed in the bin, it was swollen to the point of bursting.
Of course, it was only a bit more than my usual load. Su-a knew that too, but she didn't seem inclined to point it out in front of the still-shocked Sun-hwa.
"Th-that's right! Master came that much, so it must be good~"
"Sniff... really?"
"...!"
Thanks to this cute milf peeking up at me from my arms, our checkout got delayed again.
"Haaang!! Y-you're a pervert!!"
"This is your fault!"
"Haaugh!!"
Only after filling Sun-hwa's and Su-a's bellies with my semen one more time under the covers could we finally prepare to check out.
Of course, both of them had to get dressed with semen still pooled in their wombs.
"Haa... haa..."
"Seriously, such a pervert... hnn...! U-unnie. It keeps leaking out—hngh..."
Apparently her body had grown so sensitive that even the sensation of semen sliding down her vaginal walls was enough to nearly make her climax. Watching the two of them packing while bracing against the bed or the shelf, hips pushed back and twitching—
"...Master, we really can't do any more. We have to leave."
"Urgh."
It's not like I can control this at will. If anything, I should say it's unfair.
If you thought about it, didn't Su-a bear some responsibility too? Even after thoroughly satisfying sex, a few strokes of her hand through my hair and the fatigue melted away, vitality surged—it was like magic spring water from Muan. She had some idea of what that did to me, and she still sent that arousing maternal energy my way. Shouldn't she take some of the blame?
Of course, I wasn't so dense as to say any of that out loud. I just gave an awkward smile and carried both their bags for them.
"Sorry."
Along with an appropriate apology.
"Hmph."
Sun-hwa acted prim and pouty but still clung to my arm. Su-a chuckled and attached herself to the other side.
I'm one lucky bastard.
Meanwhile, that same dawn while the three of them spent their sticky hours together.
The neighborhood around Se-hyun's studio apartment was as quiet as ever. Hardly anyone passed through, and the only place open twenty-four hours nearby was the convenience store run by Hwang Ji-ye. Everything else was either closed or an unmanned laundry room for the local students. Come to think of it, this neighborhood was slowly declining too, so even the unmanned shops seemed to be winding down one by one.
Still, as one of the few blue oceans in an otherwise obscure neighborhood, making a living wasn't a problem. Raising one child, collecting a reasonable franchise fee, plus child support—it was enough to get by more than just scraping by.
But the thirst in her heart was not so easily quenched.
Though she was only in her early thirties, her body had been through more than its share of hardship. The more her drooping, sagging female body lost its allure, the more she craved a male. Though objectively speaking, it was hard to say she'd lost that much appeal.
If you used her early-twenties body—the one she'd had when she got pregnant with her daughter—as the baseline, then yes, she might have lost considerable feminine charm.
Nipples darkened from childbirth, breasts that had grown somewhat larger but sagged from the same cause. Stubborn pockets of fat here and there, and above all, skin that had begun to lose its elasticity as if announcing it had hit its limit.
Some men might go into heat at the thought of a female body ripening with age, but for someone who still remembered her early-twenties physique, it was impossible not to feel the years catching up.
"Hoo..."
But things in this world never go as one wishes. Just because she longed for a man didn't mean a fine male would drop into Hwang Ji-ye's lap—otherwise why would there be lonely older women and lifelong bachelors in the world? As the owner of a corner convenience store in a declining neighborhood, all she got were the occasional homeless men, or middle-aged ajusshis who made no effort to hide their lust despite their years.
It was too late to meet men her own age, and older men couldn't satisfy her. Her cruel female body grew more voluptuous by the day even as it began to decline.
So as a way to soothe that heat in her body, on nights when her daughter was sound asleep, she would leave a note on the table just in case, throw a cheap coat over her naked body, and roam the neighborhood.
"Haa..."
Believing the cheap mask meant no one would recognize her, Ji-ye slipped into an alley where the streetlights flickered and slowly undid the buttons of her coat. As the plastic buttons on the cheap fabric slipped free of their holes, her breasts—already beginning to sag ever so slightly—swung free into the open air.
"Hnn...!!"
The moment the night air touched her skin, Ji-ye closed her eyes and gave a light shudder.
How many years had she been enjoying outdoor exposure like this? Even her ex-husband had found it unbearable and left her for it, so Ji-ye herself could only curse this sexual kink of hers. And yet no matter how hard she tried to hold back, she never lasted more than a week before ending up outside like this for exhibition play—and she hated herself for that too.
"Haa... haa..."
Pushing deeper into the deserted alley, she arrived in complete darkness where even the streetlight couldn't reach. Ji-ye flung her coat fully open, stood with her legs turned inward, and slowly began rolling her hips back and forth. As if she were straddling a man, she rocked her waist forward and back, then brought her right hand between her legs and began slowly rubbing her clit.
"Hnn!! Haa, haa..!!"
Her clit, which had made no sound at all, began to grow wet and produce squelching wet noises the more her hand moved. After tormenting her clitoris for a long while, unable to contain the rising heat, Ji-ye shoved her index and middle fingers in all at once.
"Khhnnn!!!"
— Pushuut!! Pyuppyut!!
"Hwaaaa..."
A body that hadn't tasted a man in so long was starved enough to spray tidewater onto the asphalt from finger penetration alone. Ji-ye worked her fingers without rest while her other hand mauled her own breast as if she meant to tear it off.
"Hng!! Hnnngh!! Uhnnngh!!!"
A deserted alley—no one passing by, no one awake—but that didn't mean she could cry out freely. Holding her breath, clenching her teeth, and not stopping her masturbation was partly to heighten her own excitement, and partly Ji-ye's last line as a mother with a daughter.
"Aghnnn..!! Hnnn..!!"
At the end of the long session, Ji-ye's half-rolled eyes flipped completely back. Her lower body, legs turned in and spread, trembled beyond mere quivering into full-body shaking, and only the fingers plunging into the hole between her legs seemed to move according to her will.
"—-!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
— Pyut! Pyuuuut!!
Spraying rough tides of fluid wasn't the end of Ji-ye's grand performance. A moment later, from between the legs of Ji-ye standing pigeon-toed toward the corner of the alley, a clear stream of water arced out in a graceful curve.
— Chiii...
"Haa... aa... aaaa..!!"
After finishing even that final stage, Ji-ye rebuttoned her coat while drops of juice—whether love fluid or urine—dripped from between her legs.
"Hoo..."
And then, with a face that was a little more relieved and yet still fundamentally unsatisfied—a contradictory expression—she headed back toward the house where her daughter slept.