Blackmailed Housewife: "Gotta Hurry Home and Do It Like Yesterday~♥"
The next day after her first real conversation with Seojin, where she'd fantasized about him and masturbated, Hyunji felt refreshed from the satisfying release. Bursting with excitement at the thought of pleasuring herself to him again today, she finished her grocery shopping and headed home.
'The fantasy of Seojin forcing himself on me was hot, but imagining myself getting hooked on that dick and begging for it could be even better~♥'
At first, fantasizing about another man while married had filled her with guilt toward her husband. But as the years of neglect dragged on, that guilt faded. She blamed him for leaving her—a woman in her sexual prime—to fend for herself, pushing her to post photos on SNS and masturbate. In her mind, it was his fault. And truthfully, she'd never cheated or crossed that line with anyone; she'd only indulged in fantasies. In a way, she guarded her chastity more fiercely than most. Just a little mental escapism—that was all.
Buzzing with anticipation for another session like yesterday, she hurried home, only to run into someone on the way.
"Oh~ Hyunji, long time no see."
"Ah... h-hi, Harin."
Spotting Harin on her way back, a faint pang of conscience hit her. No wonder— the man starring in her fantasies was Harin's son, Seojin. Seeing his mom naturally stirred a twinge of guilt.
'Her vibe feels totally different... Am I imagining it?'
They hadn't crossed paths in days, but Harin seemed utterly transformed. Hyunji wondered if it was just her imagination. Harin's outfit clung tightly to her curves—a short miniskirt far from her usual style—making it even stranger. Sure, people dressed up for a mood boost sometimes, so she brushed it off. But even standing still, Harin's aura felt changed, which nagged at her. Still, with her pussy aching for relief, Hyunji didn't dwell.
"I heard Seojin helped you out yesterday—is that right?"
"Y-yes... The trash was so heavy, and he stepped in. Thanks to him, it was easy."
"Yeah, he's got those strong arms—perfect for that kinda thing."
"Must be nice having such a reliable son."
"Oh, it is... so reliable~♥"
"Pardon?"
"Nothing~♥"
'Did her face just turn... slutty for a sec?'
Shaking it off as a misread, Hyunji kept chatting with Harin.
"You said you offered him some tea at your place—hope he didn't say anything weird?"
"Huh? N-no, nothing like that..."
Seojin had ogled her tits and body blatantly, even steering the talk sexual, but she couldn't blurt that to his mom. She dodged.
"Good. He's been so horny lately, I'm worried he'll pounce on any pretty girl he sees."
"N-no way..."
Yesterday, she'd chalked his stares up to him being a guy and her sensitivity. But Harin's words planted doubt: Would he really have jumped me?
'If he had... I'd have loved it~♥'
Could she have resisted if her fantasy had turned real? The thought made her body burn hotter.
'Ah♥ My panties are soaked~♥'
She was dripping without realizing.
"A beauty like you with that killer body? He'd devour you on sight—no surprise~♥"
"B-but I'm married...♥"
"Who knows? Try a real stud, and you might rethink everything?"
"What do you mean?"
"Hehe♥ Just kidding—don't mind me~♥"
"O-okay..."
The cryptic words lingered, but with her panties flooding, she had no bandwidth.
"Oh! Am I holding you up? You look like you're in a rush~♥"
"N-no, not really..."
"Well, I'll let you go then~♥"
"See you later."
Harin's vibe, look, and tone all felt off from her usual self. Wrapping up, Hyunji rushed home, her panties utterly drenched from the arousal.
'Gotta get home and rub one out~♥'
The chat with Harin had only stoked her fire higher. Pussy leaking, she hurried on.
Drip...
"Ahh♥ Master's cum inside me♥"
Trailing behind, Harin smirked lewdly. No panties under her short miniskirt, Seojin's load trickled down her thighs as she followed silently.
The moment Hyunji got home, she stripped off her clothes, ignored the groceries, grabbed her dildo, and dove right in.
Squelch... squelch... squelch... squelch...
"Haa♥ Ungh♥ Haaang♥ Heet♥ S-Seojin♥ Your cock inside me—oooh♥"
Fantasizing a rougher rape from Seojin than yesterday, she pounded her pussy wildly with the toy, lost in fiercer pleasure.
Click... click... click...
Oblivious to someone snapping photos of her...
...............
"I'm home."
"Welcome back—tough day?"
As evening fell and her husband returned, she greeted him at the door with a smile, the picture of the dutiful wife again.
"Dinner's almost ready—just a bit longer."
"You're usually quicker—what's up?"
"This one's taking a little extra time..."
"Alright, I'll wash up first."
Her flimsy excuse drew no suspicion. Watching him head off, she sighed inwardly in relief.
'I got way too carried away masturbating~♥'
The daytime chat with Harin had ignited her; lost in rape fantasies of Seojin, she'd gone overboard. She'd barely snapped out of it before he got home, scrambling to clean up.
No questions from him was a relief, but his indifference stung a little too.
'If he knew I masturbated thinking of another guy... what would he do?'
Most men would rage, but she knew hers: he'd call it trashy, shoot her a contemptuous look, and dismiss it as mere fantasy since no actual cheating. Their marriage felt less like newlyweds and more like strangers, but she'd long sensed his coldness. Regret took a backseat to disappointment.
'Did all that earlier, and I still want more~♥'
Normally, she'd be sated, but her body still burned—troublesome.
'While he's in the shower... just a quick one for the thrill?♥'
As she debated sneaking a rub, a DM pinged in.
Lots of creeps hit her up on her secret masturbation SNS, so she checked casually.
"...Huh? W-what... How... Why is this...?"
I had no idea Hyunji was such a pervert doing stuff like this lol
Her secret jerk-off SNS had received a photo from her session—plus that message. Her mind went blank.
'Who... They know it's me... How!?'
The exposure of her hidden shame turned her head white with panic. Her name confirmed it—no denying. Lost on what to do, another DM dropped.
Unless you don't obey me, Hyunji.
She bombarded the mystery sender, but no reply.
"Dinner ready?"
"Y-yes... All set. Dig in."
Her husband emerged from the bath. Snapping back, she acted normal, but her mind raced. Extortion for cash? Or sick thrills? One thing clear: this could not leak. She'd be branded the slut posting nudes and jerking daily. Desperate to hide it from him, she played the part.
Later, as he slept, she tremblingly messaged back—unaware this marked the start of her upended life, blackmailed into submission...