A Second Release with Hayun, and Reuniting with Seona ♥♥

"Aahh!♥"

I pushed my hips forward without hesitation.

Slam!

Her back arched violently as my cock buried itself deep inside her.

Gripping her ass with both hands and spreading her wide, I began pounding into her for all I was worth.

Her rounded spine curled down, then shot back up like a cat in heat, over and over again.

From her hole, even more fluid than before came streaming down like a small river.

"Haang! Nnh! O-oppa, I feel like my body's going to sp-split apart! Uuuh!"

Her cries bordered on outright screams. When she finally managed to glance back at me, her face was brimming with arousal.

"I'll f-fill you up! Nnh!"

"Aahn! Ahn, aahhn!♥♥"

At last, she looked like a woman drunk on the taste of my cock.

I drove ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠into her with wild, relentless strokes. The pooled mess of piss and pussy juice splashed everywhere, and her grinding ass rocked like ocean waves. Her tits, swung down toward the floor like missiles, bounced chaotically with every thrust.

Smack, smack!

"Aahn! Nnh!♥"

Slapping that ass of hers, I rammed my rock-hard cock in deep, again and again. All manner of mixed fluids came pouring out, spreading the circle on the tile floor wider and wider.

And then I—

"Nnh! Uuuugh!"

"Ahh! Mmnh! Aahn!"

—came for the second time.

As my load shot out in ropes and flooded her womb, her lower body trembled uncontrollably. When I pulled out with a pop, her ass dropped to the floor with a thud. Her stretched, quivering pussy, pink insides fully exposed, dribbled out a steady stream of fluid mixed with cum.

"Ahh! O-oppa! Haa…"

I immediately slid two fingers—index and middle pressed together—inside her and scraped along the floor of her passage. Pressing hard against her softened vaginal walls and dragging them out, the scalding-hot liquid came spilling forth in a thick, sticky stream.

Back home, I took a short nap to recover from the aftermath of my back-to-back releases before waking up.

Hah, that was insane. So fucking good. God.

The moment I opened my eyes, the image of Seokhee floated up in my mind, and my cock hardened on the spot. It had only been a few hours, and I already missed her.

I want to do it again.

Before long, I quietly got up and pressed my ear to the wall. Quiet in there. The broadcast hours had already passed. She must have been worn out from our time together. Or maybe she was touching herself again, thinking about my cock. Still, she wasn't getting any ideas that we were actually dating, right? Because that wouldn't do.

Should I take a look…?

I was considering freezing time for a bit to observe her when the call with the loan shark suddenly came back to me. He had given me an address, hadn't he? I immediately checked my messages.

Noona… why would you be in a place like this…

Copying the address and pasting it into a site that pulled up actual street photos, I was met with an emptier stretch of land than I'd expected. A side road off a six-lane highway—in other words, the middle of a route people only raced down to get somewhere else. Tucked down an unmarked side path, the kind no one would ever take, sat a run-down motel.

Did that bastard just send me some random address?

It was a place that fit noona ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠about as poorly as possible. Unable to swallow my disbelief, I got up right away. I'll have to see it with my own eyes. With that, I threw on some clothes and left the house.

Poor thing. Today, I'll go easy on her.

My first stop was the arcade. Ten million won came out of the safe and into the bag I'd prepared, and after waiting for the time stop to wear off, I called a taxi straight away.

It was quite a distance. Will a taxi even go all the way out there? But contrary to my worries, one showed up quickly, and after a drive of about three hours, I arrived at her place.

"What the… it's already two in the morning…"

Even the air felt cold and clammy. A creeping unease settled over me as I crossed the empty lot toward the motel entrance.

She's living hidden away in a place like this…? Seona noona…?

Nothing about it seemed believable no matter how I looked at it, so I peered through the glass and carefully pushed the door open.

Jingle.

"Hello?"

"Yes."

Along with the chime of the doorbell came a woman's cracked voice. She'd dozed off and just woken up, apparently. But for some reason, that voice sounded familiar.

I headed straight for the counter.

"Any rooms available?"

"Big room's fifty thousand, small one's thirty."

"No deluxe rooms?"

"Ah. No. We don't have anything like that here."

Through the small window in the counter, I could see the woman's chest was large. Despite all the years that had passed, that familiarity jabbed at my heart, again and again. I leaned in a little lower to get a better look at her.

"Then the big room, please."

"Of course."

And that's when I knew for certain—the woman was Seona noona. Skin that glowed like porcelain even without a trace of makeup, a nose bridge that had been picture-perfect from the start. Eyes larger than most people's despite having no double eyelids, and a mouth to match, full and generous. So many years had gone by, but there was no way I wouldn't recognize her.

She's working here…?

A part-time job, maybe? Or did she run the place herself? I couldn't tell, but either way, the fact remained: the woman in front of me was her. I handed over the cash, took the key from her, and headed to my room.

Still so beautiful, noona…

I'd come all this way just because I wanted to see her. I hadn't arrived with any plan in mind, but now that I was face to face with her, my heart only grew more tangled.

I checked out the room briefly, then went right back down to the lobby. She was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠dozing off inside the reception booth again, exhausted, it seemed.

"Excuse me."

"Yes?"

"Is there a convenience store around here?"

"A convenience store? You came by car, didn't you?"

Startled by my voice, her eyes snapped open, and she wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth as she looked at me. I shook my head, meeting her gaze. She tilted her head slightly, puzzled, then went on.

"If you don't have a car, it's hard to get to. The store's pretty far. Was there something you needed?"

Even with our eyes locked, she didn't recognize me. Well, to be fair—it had been years.

"Something like ramyeon…"

"I'll give you mine. Is cup ramyeon okay?"

"That'd be great. I'll pay you for it."

Still such a kind noona. She got up briskly, opened a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠small door, and stepped out. Her dark hair hung limp and greasy, her t-shirt stretched loose at the collar, and her jeans were worn through at the knees. She looked utterly ground down by life—and yet even in that state, her voluptuous figure couldn't be hidden.

"One moment."

"Sure."

She soon headed into a nearby room and came back with the ramyeon in hand. So that's noona's room… When she offered me the cup ramyeon, I held out two ten-thousand-won bills, but she waved them off and pressed the money back into my hand instead. Then—

"There's a coffee pot in your room."

—she said, and disappeared back behind the counter.

Well, I got to see her face. That's enough. Let's head back.

Early morning. The moment I opened my eyes, I packed up and stepped out of the room.

"Thank you for staying with us."

My eyes found her right away—that familiar woman.

The aunt…

The woman who had once brushed past my father's life. Noona's mother, and the woman who had almost become my stepmother. There she was, sitting at the counter. So mother and daughter ran the motel together.

She's aged a lot. Well, Dad's in his fifties now, and she was older than him to begin with.

I gave a small bow and slipped out of the motel. I was about to call a taxi when—

"Take care out there."

"Ah, yes."

I ran into noona outside, emptying the ashtray. She must have just showered—her damp hair caught the eye. That fresh, clean look of hers stopped my departing legs in their tracks.

"Are there any restaurants around here?"

"Restaurants? You'd need a car to get to those too…"

"Ah…"

Through her white t-shirt, her black bra showed clearly. Before I knew what I was doing, my feet carried me toward her, and I ended up blocking her path just as she was about to turn away. She looked up at me with a puzzled expression.

"That car—is it yours?"

"My car? Yes, it is, but…"

"Then have a meal with me. My treat."

"I'm sorry—breakfast?"

At the words I'd blurted out without thinking, her eyes wavered. She looked like she was deliberating.

"Have we… met somewhere before?"

And then she asked that unsettling question. I shook my head. "No."

"Really? That's strange…"

She tilted her head. Of course she wouldn't easily agree to a stranger's invitation—what kind of world did we live in, after all? I gazed at her earnestly, waiting for the rejection to come. But before long, she fished her car keys out of her pocket.

"Come on, then. I know a good place. Do you like fish?"

"Ah. Yes. I love it."

Huh. So that actually worked. Was it just pity? Or had she actually recognized me? Her acceptance only made my head spin even more.

And so noona and I climbed into her beat-up old truck and headed for town.

She's so cool…

It was after we'd eaten together, having fallen for the way she handled that manual-transmission truck with effortless skill. I looked over at her in the driver's seat.

"Thanks to you, I had a great breakfast."

Sensing my gaze, she met my eyes. "Same here. Usually I just make do with ramyeon in the morning."

With that, she smiled and started the engine. I placed my hand on top of hers, resting on the gearstick.

"On the way back, could we go by the ocean? I've come all this way—I have to see the sea at least once."

"Sure. I suppose that's fine. It's just a bit of a detour."

"Thank you."

Just like before. She still went along with everything I asked. So when we reached the shore, I made yet another request of her, and soon the two of us were walking along the beach together.

"Why did you come out here? Are you looking for someone you know?"

"Hm? Oh, no. I'm here on a business trip."

We'd taken off our shoes, folded our pant legs up neatly, and were walking across the wet sand. Then she glanced over my face, curious, and asked. Has she already figured it out? The tone, the inflection—there was something knowing in her voice. The way her eyes lingered on me. Maybe she'd recognized me from the very first moment.

"I see. The ocean here is beautiful, isn't it? It's this pretty, and hardly anyone knows about it. Where are you visiting from?"

"Ah, me? Well, that's…"

She wasn't certain yet, then. Questions probing at me, trying to place my face. Flustered, I hurriedly pulled out my phone.

And then—

I froze her right where she stood.