I Spilled to Jo Yu-mi That I'd Claimed Both Auntie Min-jung and Park A-young [I Took Park A-young Right in Front of Her]

What the hell is this??? Is today a day off or something??? This should be prime zombie-hunting time, right???

Geum Tae-yang's phone buzzed insistently in his hand, Jo Yu-mi's name lighting up the screen. He froze for a split second, caught off guard.

A sidelong glance—

Who else would he look at? Park A-young, diligently working his cock with her hands.

Truth be told, there was no real reason for Tae-yang to overthink a call from Yu-mi. He could just pick up. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠But look at the situation he was in right now. His lower half was bare, and A-young was busy stroking him. Instinct made him hyper-aware of every detail.

This horny little freak Park A-young... She saw Yu-mi's name pop up and she's still playing with my cock... Dopamine junkie, I swear...

While Tae-yang was conscious of every second, A-young had registered Yu-mi's appearance on the screen and still showed zero intention of stopping. If anything, she looked like she was savoring the way he hesitated and flustered.

Having just confirmed her catharsis theory through that whole Park Do-chul ordeal, Tae-yang couldn't help shuddering at just how thoroughly depraved the female in front of him really was.

"A-young, come on. I'm about to talk to Yu-mi. Shouldn't we finish the call first?"

Even if he and Yu-mi had already shared body-cam sessions, deliberately putting on a sex show with A-young wasn't something even a shameless bastard like Geum Tae-yang considered proper. So he spoke with genuine seriousness, trying to remind her this wasn't right.

"This is how I feel, Tae-yang... You looked at me and thought it, didn't you? That I'm basically a dopamine addict? In the end my catharsis is tied to that kind of thing."

Schlick...! Squish...! Schlick...! Schlick...!

Sharp mind, even sharper instincts—that was Park A-young. In the brief standoff between them she had already read exactly what meaning lay behind the way he was staring at her.

"I agree with you. So if you're talking to Yu-mi while you take me—while you completely ruin me—maybe I can feel that same catharsis. And if I can, maybe I can harvest growth power from it too."

"Raising my status window is our top priority right now, right? Not just for us—Yu-mi would want that too, don't you think?"

With that foundation laid out, A-young laid bare exactly what she was doing. She had been playing with Tae-yang's cock when she noticed the incoming call from Yu-mi, recognized the name on his phone, and then caught the way he was glancing at her for cues. The entire setup flooded her brain with dopamine. For a girl who lived to farm growth points, the natural next thought was: why not push this situation further and feed her growth engine—catharsis—right now?

"Ahem...!"

Her logic was airtight. Her expression and tone, though, were pure mischief. Ever since their first time she had been the one getting thoroughly claimed by Tae-yang; now she finally held the reins for once, and she was enjoying every second of it.

Feeling that shift in power, Tae-yang cleared his throat, vaguely unsettled.

But I can't argue with the justification... Nothing's confirmed yet, but we need to try reaching Yu-mi's camp as soon as possible. No reason to hesitate.

Geum Tae-yang had already become a true alpha male. And what was an alpha male? A man who felt fierce responsibility for the pack he led and did everything in his power to carry ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that responsibility out. Even if the situation felt awkward in a dozen different ways, if there was a real chance it would help the community he led, the right move was to step up and take the heat.

"Okay. Fine. Do whatever you want. I'm answering Yu-mi."

Thud!

Thump!

Once Tae-yang made a decision, there was no backing down. If anything, that was when he started running wilder. Just like when he had flipped into full mad-dog mode during the later stages of sex with A-young earlier.

So he gave her a look that said go ahead, do your worst, a look that said no matter how crazy she got he wouldn't flinch. Then he spread his legs even more shamelessly, propped a pillow behind his back, and leaned into it with pure, unbothered leisure.

"Ohh... Geum Tae-yang... Looking pretty damn hot right now...? Full-on stud energy from the guy who keeps two gorgeous women..."

A sly grin spread across A-young's face.

Schlick...! Schlick...! Squish...! Schlick...!

Knead...! Squeeze...! Massage...! Knead...!

"O-obviously... Ngh-hhh... Hah!"

A-young lifted the corner of her mouth in a deliberate taunt, answering his bravado head-on. Then, determined to drown that swaggering male in thick, wet pleasure, she poured love into every stroke—working not only the thick shaft but his balls as well.

The swaggering male Geum Tae-yang, thoroughly high on his own act, kept playing along.

"Nngh...!"

He forced his breathing steady, then finally pressed the accept ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠button on the phone that had been ringing with Jo Yu-mi's call for so long.

Rustle...! Rustle...! Rustle...!

In front of him, A-young began stripping like an athlete preparing for the real match. Her upper body was already bare except for her bra; now she was peeling off her dolphin shorts.

Bounce! Bounce!

Once the shorts were gone she hooked her bra and tossed it aside. Her 75G melons spilled free with a spectacular, heavy jiggle.

"Hmm... Hello?"

The setup had become truly filthy. Feeling every spike of stimulation, Tae-yang answered Yu-mi with a complicated, subtle expression.

Of course her first words were pure confusion at how long he had taken. Yu-mi knew perfectly well that unless Tae-yang was mid-training or out on an expedition, he always answered on the first ring—strict FM protocol.

"Not that busy, Yu-mi. Just... ended up picking up late, that's all."

"You're the surprising one, calling at this hour. Isn't this peak zombie-smashing time?"

While engaged in the single most important and urgent activity a fertile human could perform, the shameless man Geum Tae-yang spun a bright red lie. Even in the middle of that frantic breeding situation he kept his voice, expression, and wording carefully controlled, as if he had total command over his own body.

Fully recovered from yesterday's injuries, Yu-mi had already been out smashing zombies since early morning. Once her growth gauge had filled to a satisfying level she had called just to brag.

"Ohh!!! Jo Yu-mi!! You actually pulled it off??? You weren't just talking shit after all??? You really hit C-rank, you little tomboy!!!!"

As friends, Tae-yang and Yu-mi had always clicked perfectly. Ever since moving to Hanseong Metropolitan City he had spent his elementary-school years carefully looking after Park A-young, which meant he never got to run wild the way other boys his age did. Those years with little A-young had been happy, sure—but a natural-born troublemaker like him had always felt a quiet hollow somewhere inside.

This tomboy Jo Yu-mi filled that hollow. She could take the most trivial thing and turn it into a whole game, spinning stories and meaning out of nothing. Tae-yang loved that about her. The earlier awkwardness melted away; he lost himself completely in his friend's near-level-up news and started cheering like a maniac.

"......."

A-young watched him in silence. The look in her eyes was complicated.

Oh? I'm sitting here basically naked except for panties and you're making that face?

It was jealousy. She never felt jealousy toward Kim Min-jung. Min-jung was the mother she loved more than anything; A-young unconsciously equated the two of them. So when Tae-yang and Min-jung got all lovey-dovey, she could tell herself it was the same as him being lovey-dovey with her.

Yu-mi still has that tomboy vibe, but she grew up pretty... Kind of like Choi Seo-hee back when she confessed to Tae-yang...

Yu-mi, though, was a female the same age as A-young herself. Pretty, and with a completely different kind of charm. What really needled A-young was the memory buried deep in her head: Choi Seo-hee, the girl who had confessed to Tae-yang in high school, had also had that boyish energy.

Smart girl that she was, and knowing how small Tae-yang's social circle had always been, A-young quietly analyzed it—maybe he was just drawn to that same-age friend vibe.

But so what?

A sly smile curved her lips.

Park A-young was the daughter of alpha female Kim Min-jung. No weak pup came from a tiger. She might be a little timid by nature, but she never acted like a pathetic female. So the corner of her mouth lifted.

Right now Tae-yang's cock is in my hands...

This competitive feeling is actually turning me on...

Thud..! Thump..!

All she had to do was pour every ounce of her own charm into the moment. If she could do that, she would be satisfied. Until now she had never even had the chance. Watching Tae-yang banter with Yu-mi only made him look more like a target she wanted to conquer—like a delicious dish waiting to be eaten.

Slurp...!♥

And then she really did eat him.

She swallowed the head of Geum Tae-yang's cock while he was still on the phone with Jo Yu-mi. Lips making wet, deliberate kissing sounds, she took him deep into her mouth.

"Hngh-hhhhh! W-we're on the phone—!! Ngh-hhh!!"

His attention had been locked on Yu-mi, so the sudden, perfect blowjob hit him like a lightning strike; he shuddered hard.

Anyone could tell it was a moan. And since Yu-mi had already shared body-cam sessions with him, she knew the exact shape of his pleasure sounds. Her eyes went wide on the other end of the line.

Before Tae-yang could even answer, Yu-mi kept talking. After that first reaction, the thought that flashed through her head was that he must be in the middle of sex with Kim Min-jung.

"Nngh... No, Yu-mi... Actually right now I'm..."

But Tae-yang had already made up his mind.

"I'm having sex with Park A-young..."

Exactly as he had decided, Geum Tae-yang confessed that he was fucking Park A-young while talking to Jo Yu-mi on the phone.