Park A-young Takes Her Stepdad's Virgin-Bloodstained Cock into Her Mouth
Whoa, 500 points...
After finishing his first time with Park A-young—an encounter that left him trembling with ecstasy—Geum Tae-yang took a moment to catch his breath. With A-young nestled against his arm as a pillow, he checked his status window.
He hadn't fully registered the notification that chimed after he came; the orgasm had been too overwhelming. But he had already been through this once before, during his first time with Kim Min-jung, so he knew what to expect. When he looked, 500 points of growth motivation were waiting for him.
The Savior growth motivation activates for Awakened Homekeeper Geum Tae-yang.
As a result, 500 growth points are awarded.
Damn... just one shot. Min-jung and A-young really are like treasure vaults to me...
Taking her virginity alone had been enough to leave him feeling triumphant. Getting five hundred growth points on top of that was pure gravy. The more he experienced it, the sweeter this growth engine became—the Savior growth motivation of Homekeeper Geum Tae-yang.
Lately the points he earned from sex with Kim Min-jung had started to taper off, dulling the thrill. Receiving a massive five hundred all at once made the feeling fresh again.
Hmm...
After that rush of surprise, Tae-yang's expression turned a little more serious as he studied the status window listing his Savior growth motivation. Then he looked down at Park A-young, who was still using his arm as a pillow.
Looks like what I did for her actually helped heal some of the wounds in her heart...
Before they had sex, Tae-yang had been burning with rage at Park Do-chul. He had wanted, with every fiber of his being, to soothe the shattered pieces of A-young's heart. Part of him had worried whether his actions would truly reach her. Seeing that they had, he felt genuine relief.
"What... what's with that look?"
A-young was nestled deep in his arms. When she felt his gaze on her, she grew flustered and shot him a sidelong glance.
"Because you're beautiful. Because you're so damn lovable."
Given her usual personality, Park A-young looked like she could reverse-rape someone in a gender-swapped world. Seeing that same girl completely softened, nestled in his arms and reading his face for cues, filled Tae-yang with massive satisfaction. He was never modest about his sense of achievement, so he delivered the cheesy line without hesitation and luxuriated in the moment.
"Tch... getting all cocky just because you took one virginity..."
There was a certain tension that only existed between people the same age. After their first time, Kim Min-jung had embraced Tae-yang with all the warmth of a mother. A-young, even while being held, was already throwing a tantrum.
"Hmm... A-young, that really doesn't sound like something you should be saying right now. Look at what you're going to do about my lower half."
Her words were a dig—claiming he was drowning in achievement over something trivial. Tae-yang shifted his gaze downward, making it clear that from where he stood, she had no right to talk.
"The smell of blood is thick as hell right now... Do we really have to stay like this? Isn't this basically advertising, 'I, Park A-young, just got my virginity taken by Geum Tae-yang!'?"
He was right. Neither of them had cleaned up. They were still wrapped around each other. Tae-yang's flaccid cock—16.5 centimeters even soft—was still coated thickly with A-young's virgin blood. Her smooth, bare pussy still glistened with the sheen of his cum, mixed with her virgin blood, leaving the raw evidence of the passionate sex they had just shared completely exposed.
Auntie said the same thing after our first time—that she wanted to stay like that for a while... It's some serious possessiveness...
Once the afterglow had faded, Tae-yang had naturally wanted to clean them both up first. A-young had subtly stopped him. He understood her intention immediately. Kim Min-jung had done the exact same thing after their first time. Even now, after every round, Min-jung loved remaining tangled together for a long while without cleaning up—a performance of dense, possessive desire for the male who had entered her nest. And of course, the woman who carried Kim Min-jung's DNA was doing the exact same thing.
"Why? Admit it—you like it too! You get off on being obsessed over, on feeling someone's possessiveness!"
Tae-yang's blunt truth-bomb made A-young, who until moments ago had been so passive, suddenly rev her engine. Her eyes and tone turned confident, even challenging, as she fired back.
"What?! When did I ever—!"
Her sudden aggression pulled a flustered reaction onto Tae-yang's face. If it had been Kim Min-jung, he would have agreed right away. But the female in front of him was his age. The competitive dynamic they had built over years kicked in hard. He was denying it just to keep from losing face.
"I told you I rewatched the CCTV footage of you and Mom going at it in the supply warehouse a ton of times, right? You know when you completely lost it and looked like you were about to cum the hardest?"
"It was when Mom showed you that insane possessiveness!"
—Grab!
"T-thh...!!! Why is my cock getting—again...!!!"
As if she had fully anticipated his reaction, A-young pushed her face closer to his. At the same time she reached out with her right hand and seized Tae-yang's cock—still thickly coated in her own virgin blood. Her boldness wrenched a startled moan out of him. This was a matchup where Tae-yang was at a clear disadvantage. A-young had rewatched the footage of him and Min-jung nearly a hundred times. Even if her body still couldn't fully take his cock yet, software-wise she had already mapped every one of his tendencies and preferences.
"Why am I doing this...? To show you just how much I've changed from mixing our bodies like this..."
"You know how bad my mysophobia is, Tae-yang... I don't even like using the same blanket as someone else..."
Kneading...! Kneading...! Fondling...! Kneading...!
A-young instinctively recognized that she had seized the initiative. In a low, leisurely voice she whispered everything she wanted him to hear right against his ear, while lovingly stroking and kneading the tender flesh that had torn through her hymen—Tae-yang's cock.
"And yet here I am, lovingly touching your cock even though it's covered in blood... Because it's you... Because it's you, I'm doing even this, Tae-yang..."
What was true possession, really? Simply keeping someone close? Being able to do whatever you wanted with them? Even if both of those were true, without genuine affection for the one you possessed, it was nothing but hollow possessiveness. Having figured out that lonely Tae-yang went crazy for being possessed, A-young began openly displaying her claim. One sure way to announce possessiveness was to imprint just how special the other person was. If someone was truly special, you could even abandon another of your own obsessions for them. A-young was making it clear that for the male she loved—Geum Tae-yang—she could set aside her long-standing mysophobia.
"Hhh...! P-Park A-young, you...!!! You don't have to go this far...! Khh...!!!"
Twisting...! Twisting...! Twisting...!
The sensation of her hand was utterly alien. Every stroke brought a thick wave of the smell of blood. Unlike cum, which dried quickly, blood kept a soup-like stickiness for a long time, clinging and sliding with every movement of A-young's fingers. Kim Min-jung had stroked his cum-smeared cock plenty of times. But blood—virgin blood, no less—coating his cock while someone kneaded it? Even a professional playboy like Geum Tae-yang had never imagined it. He kept shuddering hard. Yet the quality of his moans and the way his body twisted were a perfect match for the way he looked when he was drowning in pleasure.
"Does it feel that good, Tae-yang...? Me overcoming even my mysophobia to do this much for you...?"
Slick...! Slick...! Squish...! Fondling...! Kneading...! Squish...!
"Khh...! What the hell are you even hearing when I talk, Park A-young...!!! I clearly said this isn't—! T-thh...!!!"
"Tae-yang, you idiot... Then at least don't start leaking precum this fast... Fine, getting hard from being touched I can understand, but already dripping precum and making those weird wet sounds—what are you even saying..."
A-young had no intention of listening to a word he said. Stubborn as she was, she simply focused on the tendencies she had already mapped out in him. Tae-yang threw a half-whining scolding at her, begging her to listen. She countered by telling him to do something about his own body if he was feeling it so hard.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about... You told me yourself... I'm your little wife... Getting turned on by your little wife doing this to you isn't weird, right, Tae-yang...?"
Fondling...! Kneading...! Slick...! Squish...! Fondling...! Slick...!
Having seized control, A-young attacked him from every angle. She pulled out the "little wife" line that had spilled out of him like a dialect in the heat of his first climax, feeding the deep psychological need for belonging that drove him wild.
"If I'm the little wife... then that makes Mom the big wife, right...? Have the two of you been calling each other that this whole time while dating behind my back...?"
Sharp as ever, once A-young caught one thing she could extrapolate ten more pieces of information.
Hhh! Khh! Dating... such a sweet fucking word coming from Park A-young's mouth... Sweet and so goddamn hot, damn it...
Twitch...! Twitch...! Jerk...! Twitch...! Jerk...!
Dating behind the daughter's back—A-young probably hadn't even intended every fine detail of that phrasing. Separate from her intent, though, Tae-yang felt a massive psychological catharsis. He had always wanted a real relationship with Kim Min-jung. Even if it came from a slightly twisted place, being acknowledged for it by her daughter Park A-young felt like validation. The way A-young kept gently scratching at that itch only made his body thrash harder under the stimulation.
"If Mom and I are your wives... then what are you, Tae-yang...? What has Mom been calling you behind my back...?"
Sensing that her psychological assault was landing perfectly, A-young slowly pushed herself up. Then she casually dropped a question that felt like a finishing blow.
"Ahem... Husband... She's been calling me husband..."
His face flushed deep red.
It really had been a finishing blow. Tae-yang confessed that the woman he loved, Kim Min-jung, used that deeply affectionate title—husband—for him. And he was confessing it while having sex with her daughter. His face burned scarlet.
"Ah...! Husband...?"
A-young smiled, clearly delighted by his expression. Then she did something that would make his face burn even hotter.
"The little wife's blood from her pussy is all over her husband's cock, huh...? Haaaah...!♥"
At last, Park A-young pressed her lips against Geum Tae-yang's erect cock—still covered in her virgin blood.