If You Don't Want to Be Stripped Naked in Front of My Parents, Then Shut Your Mouth
My mind was a mess. To be honest, yesterday's frustration still weighed heavily on me. What if... what if Mom hadn't come back home? What if she hadn't brought coffee and cake after seeing Park Eun-ji? "Haa..." It was a pointless, empty thought. Mom had returned, and Park Eun-ji and I had awkwardly parted ways after barely touching our food. That was reality. That was all yesterday had been.
"Haa..." The summer heat was brutal. The asphalt shimmered with rising waves of heat that blurred both my vision and my thoughts. It didn't feel like that was the only thing making me dizzy. "Phew..." A bead of sweat traced down my forehead and clung to my chin before dripping onto the scorching ground, leaving a dark spot. My back was soaked. The memory of Park Eun-ji drenched in sweat yesterday flashed through my mind. "...Haa."
The two blocks of tofu in my hands suddenly felt impossibly heavy. My steps slowed without me realizing it. I dragged my feet all the way to the elevator. The inside was only slightly cooler than the blazing sun outside, still thick with trapped heat. I couldn't wait to feel the air conditioning. Maybe then this overheated body of mine would finally cool down.
"Ah, it's fucking hot out there..." The complaint slipped out. I found myself resenting Mom for sending me on an errand in this miserable weather. "We could've just eaten whatever was already here, damn it..." A chill ran through me. I wasn't sure if it was from the air conditioner or from the face I was now staring at—Park Eun-ji's.
"......Ah, hello?" The words that came out of my mouth sounded stupid even to me. "...Uh, yeah, hello." I regretted it the moment I spoke. Why the hell had I greeted her first? It probably looked like I was thrilled to see her, and the embarrassment hit me hard.
"Oh, you can greet each other later. Just hand over the tofu first, will you?" "...Ah, right." I passed the plastic bag to Mom. She smiled faintly and gestured for me to sit down. "......" "How long are you planning to stand there?" "Ah, yeah... I'll sit."
Mom's gaze naturally landed on the seat beside Park Eun-ji. More precisely, Park Eun-ji was sitting right next to my usual spot. So I simply took my regular seat. "I just need to add the tofu to the stew, so it won't take long. Wait a bit." The table was already covered with a feast. Dad, seated at the head, glanced sideways and looked back and forth between Park Eun-ji and me. "...What?" "Nothing. Just feels like it's been a while since we've all been together." "......" "......"
Dad's casual remark brought another stretch of silence. He couldn't stop smiling, clearly enjoying himself. "If someone saw you two, they'd think I was punishing you. Why are your faces so stiff?" "...When did I look like that?" "...Me too, ah, no, that's not true..." "Honey! Stop teasing the kids and come help me move the stew." "...Got it. Just a second."
Thankfully, Dad stood up, easing the awkward moment. "I-I'll help!" "No, it's fine. Just stay comfortable." At Dad's refusal, Park Eun-ji sat back down awkwardly. "...Did you two fight?" "Ah, no? We didn't..." Park Eun-ji's flustered expression and gestures were rare. I couldn't help but laugh. I tried to hold it in, but it must have shown on my face. "...You're laughing your ass off. I'm gonna kill you." Her voice was tiny, almost swallowed. Her clenched fists trembled slightly.
If this were the old days... I would've tucked my tail and bowed my head low. I wouldn't have been laughing under my breath like this, and Park Eun-ji wouldn't have been holding herself back either. Even with our parents watching, she was desperately trying to control her expression. She kept glancing at them, fidgeting like a puppy that needed to piss. "A-Ahck?!" "Oh dear, what's wrong?" "Ah, n-no, it's nothing..." "Just a moment. It's almost ready."
Mom was still busy portioning out food. Behind her, Dad held the tray with a sulky look. "...You. Are you crazy?" "Me? No, I'm not crazy." "......Put it away, now... Hurry up and move your hand, you bastard... What if Mom and Dad see, hng, hngh...!" I had only brushed her thigh, but her reaction was dramatic. She twisted her body, shoulders shaking, unable to stay still. Her waist kept dipping forward like she was bowing to someone. The same Park Eun-ji who used to be so full of energy was now bending at my touch. "...It's really soft." "S-Stop talking nonsense... This, hng, hngh!"
She was wearing short shorts perfect for the sweltering summer. They rode up just enough to show off her pale thighs—any man would have trouble keeping his hands off. "...So why did you come to our house?" My voice was low enough that our parents wouldn't hear, but loud enough to ring clearly in Park Eun-ji's ear right beside me. "R-Run an errand, you bastard... Mom told me to, haa... bring side dishes... so, so I came, you bastard..." "Ah... I see."
For a split second, I wondered if she had come because of me. But the fact remained—she had come back to our house even after what happened yesterday. "Y-You crazy bastard...!" My hand moved as if following a path, as if this was the only road in the world. "Shh. If Mom and Dad see, they'll be shocked." "Y-You bastard... move your hand first... and then talk...!" I stroked deeper, reaching the softer skin on the inside of her thigh. "S-Shit...!" My hand slipped under her shorts. Her thighs clamped shut, trapping my fingers, but I didn't stop. I wiggled them, savoring the trembling softness of her skin. "...Haa, stop. Please, you bastard..." Park Eun-ji was whimpering. Her messy bangs covered her eyes, and her cheeks were flushed red, looking delicious.
"Hng, hngh... haa, ha... hngh!" My fingertips felt dampness. A wet heat slowly crept up. "...You're wet again." "I-I'm not wet, you bastard... Stop saying such bullshit... haa, don't, you fucking bastard...!" What my fingers touched was clearly her panties—thoroughly soaked, probably drenched in her juices. The fact that my fingers were playing between Park Eun-ji's legs made my lower body throb. My cock strained against my pants, and I frowned briefly at the discomfort. "...W-What the hell. If you... make that face, what are you gonna do about it...?" She looked vicious. Her cat-like glare only made my smile widen. "Hey, be quiet. Just spread your legs." "Y-You fucking bastard... What did you just say, hng, hngh!?" Park Eun-ji looked like a cornered prey puffing itself up. They say weak people use strong words—Park Eun-ji was the perfect example right now.
"P-Pull it out, you bastard... Pull it out, pull it... haa, haa... hng, hngh...♥" Even now, her eyes were sharp enough to cut, but all she could do was glare and grip my wrist while whimpering. That was all Park Eun-ji could manage. Squelch— squelch— "Hng, hngk?!" It was an odd moan. At the same time, her pussy twitched and spurted. Mom and Dad were walking toward the table together. "Eun-ji, are you feeling unwell?" Mom's voice was full of concern. Park Eun-ji could barely lift her head. "...Ah, yes... I'm, I'm fine... ah, ahhh..." "Should we go to the hospital with Auntie? Or should I call So-jin?" "N-No! I'm, I'm really... fine, so... th-thank you for the meal..."
My hand had already left her crotch a while ago. I looked at Park Eun-ji with feigned concern, following Mom's lead. "Are you really okay? Or do you want to lie down in my room for a bit?" "...No, no, I'm really... fine..." Park Eun-ji ground her teeth. I smiled at her and turned back to Mom. "Mom, she doesn't look well. I'll take her to my room and let her rest." "...Really? Or should we just send her home... No, So-jin will be leaving soon anyway, so it's probably better she stays here."
Mom kept moving steaming dishes to the table while Dad helped. "Auntie, let me support her—" "It's fine. I can do it myself." I cut Mom off and slipped my arm under Park Eun-ji's armpit, pretending to help her up. "...Okay. Eun-ji, if you need anything, just call Auntie anytime, alright?" "......" Park Eun-ji opened her mouth slightly, lips moving as if searching for words, but I didn't give her the chance. I started walking right away. "......You bastard..." Park Eun-ji whispered sweetly. "What?" "...You, bastard... seriously, haa... what are you planning...?" I didn't care whether she was pretending to be nice or what whim had struck her. "Shut your mouth before I rip all your clothes off." "...W-What?" Her eyes widened, her face filled with panic. "If you don't want to be stripped naked and fucked in front of my parents, then shut that mouth." At least in this house, with our parents present, I was the one in control of Park Eun-ji.