My Obsession Explodes — Marking Aunt Min-jung in Sung Gap-yong's Garage [Second Outdoor Sex with Aunt Min-jung][1]

Smooch! Suuuck! Smack! Suuuck!

Geum Tae-yang strode straight up, seized Kim Min-jung by the shoulders, and devoured her lips. He poured every ounce of his ferocity into the kiss, ravaging her pretty mouth as if he meant to consume her whole.

"Mmmphhh...! Smooch...! Haaahhh...! Suuuuck...! Haaah...! Slurrrp...!"

The first collision of their lips had caught Kim Min-jung slightly off guard — her husband's no-holds-barred intensity always did. But she was, after all, a wife thoroughly tamed by roughly three hundred rounds of sex with Geum Tae-yang. She closed her eyes at once, surrendered to his lips and hands, and lost herself in the kiss.

"This adorable woman...! Suuuuck...!♥ I told you to be careful, and you still went and helped me...!!! Suuuck!♥ Smack!♥"

Tae-yang muttered the reason for his sudden assault between kisses. A life-or-death battle. A victory seized through sheer bloodlust, crushing the enemy's skull. With his battle high and male hormones peaking, the responsible alpha male Geum Tae-yang found his mind overflowing with thoughts of his first wife, Kim Min-jung — the woman who had supported him so tirelessly. He simply could not endure another second without pouring that love into her with everything he had.

"Haaahhh...! Of course, because my husband was in danger... Smooch...!♥ I'm sorry I broke your promise, but I just wanted to help you somehow... Slurrrp...!♥ Smooch...!♥"

Nuzzle...! Nuzzle...! Nuzzle...! Nuzzle...!

There was no hesitation, no pretense, in the way her husband delivered his love. For Kim Min-jung — a MILF who had dreamed of this kind of deeply empathetic married life for so long — it felt like her head might explode.

What kills a person is indifference. Love breeds worry, and worry breeds anger. Every natural emotion of that kind radiated from Geum Tae-yang as he held her now. She could feel how he had fretted over her and Park A-young throughout the entire fight. She could feel the sheer panic that had seized him when she did something unexpected. And she could feel the boundless gratitude flooding him after victory — gratitude for the wife who had helped make that victory possible. Geum Tae-yang's heart was nothing less than an infinite mass of empathy.

Haaahhh...! He's my salvation, my miracle...! How did a blessing like this ever enter my life...! Choosing to be with Tae-yang was never a mistake... Haaahhh...!

That attention, that empathy, that love — things she had never once received from her ex-husband Park Do-chul. And given that the present situation involved Sung Gap-yong, a man connected to Park Do-chul, a flood of old emotions rose unbidden in Kim Min-jung's heart. Even the roar she had unleashed at Sung Gap-yong — the Awakened pervert zombie — had, if she was honest, carried a note of catharsis. Against that backdrop, Geum Tae-yang's affectionate onslaught pushed her happiness beyond anything she could have imagined.

And so—

Her Happiness growth engine was satisfied.

"Aigoo!! Suuuuck!♥ My woman who stakes her life on love! To think a woman this adorable never got to pour it all out until now! Smooch!♥ Suuuck!♥ Pour it all on me! I can take everything! Dump it all on me, you adorable woman!! Slurrrp!♥"

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Fondle! Squeeze! Knead! Fondle!

And for Geum Tae-yang, who had just gifted Kim Min-jung that much exquisite happiness—

Not only did the Special Quest clear reward come through — his Savior growth engine triggered as well, granting him additional growth points.

Hmm... From the outside I couldn't tell, but the interior is really spacious. Is that because of the custom tuning?

After Sung Gap-yong was finished, Park A-young used her alchemy magic to pick the lock on the tuned Hummer and climbed inside. She was now inspecting the interior the same way she had surveyed the exterior.

Damn... so that's why it's so roomy... Like father, like friend, I guess...

A-young first checked the driver's seat and passenger seat, then moved on to the rear. She concluded that with another round of alchemy-based tuning, she could create enough cabin space to carry every child from Jo Yu-mi Camp far more easily than originally planned — and her face lit up with satisfaction.

That satisfaction, however, did not last long. Her expression shifted into something closer to a disgusted tongue-click.

His sexual tastes are... elaborate. How many boxes of condoms are there??? Did he build this space just to fuck in here?

Sung Gap-yong had outfitted the rear seats with all manner of optional equipment, furnishing the space almost like a hotel room. A-young examined the options one by one — and found herself staring at a cascade of tools that laid bare every last one of Sung Gap-yong's sexual preferences. The magnificent rear cabin of the tuned Hummer had, quite simply, been Sung Gap-yong's personal sex den.

What the hell is this even for? And this... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a notebook? A sex diary? Jesus... the guy was completely sex-obsessed. Now it makes sense why he came charging at us with a hard-on even after turning into a zombie...

Shake...! Shake...! Shake...! Smack!

Faced with a dazzling array of sexual implements that a twenty-one-year-old could barely begin to identify, A-young's head shook of its own accord. Then she discovered a notebook buried deep in a storage compartment, slapped her forehead, and struck a pose of sudden enlightenment. It was Sung Gap-yong's sex diary — a raw, unfiltered record of the man's filthy fetishes, his sexual encounters, and every shameless act that followed. A-young had found it strange that even as a zombie he would get hard and try to rape someone. Now she understood in a single stroke.

Hmm... Still, this notebook might actually be useful. It could give us solid evidence of what tendencies an Awakened person shows after turning into a zombie...

Nod...! Nod...! Nod...!

True to her nature as a genius with an insatiable curiosity, Park A-young managed to extract practical value even from something this filthy. She began studying the notebook's contents more carefully, reasoning that cross-referencing the entries with Sung Gap-yong's combat behavior against Tae-yang would yield high-grade intelligence.

—Bzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzt!!

Her phone rang.

Huh? Yu-mi?

It was a call from Jo Yu-mi.

"Yeah, it's me."

Slide...! Slide...!

A-young slipped in her earphones, answered Yu-mi's call, and kept flipping through Sung Gap-yong's sex diary.

Yu-mi's questions came rapid-fire. Tae-yang had told her in advance that he would be heading out on a mission today with Kim Min-jung and Park A-young. Yu-mi had texted and called him for a mid-mission check-in — and gotten no response.

"Ah, about that. Tae-yang's really busy right now."

Swoosh...!

A-young answered while turning her head toward the side window of the tuned Hummer.

A-young's own voice did not sound particularly busy. And yet she claimed only Tae-yang was busy — which left Yu-mi wondering what on earth was going on.

"Yeah. He's insanely busy with Mom. Like, past the point of no intervention."

Beyond the window that A-young was watching stood Geum Tae-yang and Kim Min-jung.

"Huuuuhhh...! I love Auntie's body so much...! It drives me completely insane...!"

Squelch...! Squelch...! Squish...! ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Squelch...!

That was right. Geum Tae-yang ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and Kim Min-jung were preparing to have sex. After finishing Sung Gap-yong, with affection erupting so violently between them, how could two beasts of peak sexual physique possibly settle for kissing alone? Before long they had stripped down for a love-filled fuck and claimed a spot in Sung Gap-yong's garage. Tae-yang's cock was already rock-hard. He was knocking his glans against the pussy of Kim Min-jung, who lay on the carefully arranged bedding with her legs spread, ready to take him.

"Hnnnngh...! Haaahhh...! Hnnnngh...!"

Tremble...! Quiver...! Quiver...! Tremble...!

Drip...! Trickle...! Gush...!

Kim Min-jung's body, already wound to its absolute peak, was in chaos. Every tap of Tae-yang's glans sent convulsions rippling through her, and the love juices pouring from her pussy soaked the improvised cardboard floor of apple crates beneath them.

"But honestly, when you half-showed your tits earlier, I got pissed... These incredible breasts are meat that only I get to look at, you know..."

"The nipples didn't come out, sure, but I still got pissed... Am I a petty guy...?"

If Geum Tae-yang's sex could be defined in a single word, it would be communication. He was a man who spoke freely not only with his body but with his words. In this moment — completely naked, rubbing their genitals together — he laid bare the obsession that had been sitting in one corner of his heart.

"Haaahhh...! Of course you can feel that way — you're Min-jung's husband...! Don't you dare blame yourself...! Hnnngh...! Haaahhh...!"

Sway...! Sway...! Sway...! Twitch...! Sway...!

Gush...! Trickle...! Spurt...! Gush...!

For a woman like Kim Min-jung, starved for communication, how enormous must the happiness of a man like Geum Tae-yang have been? She was already a female who lost her mind over him — and now that nature was on full, shameless display. She wrapped her husband's confession in warm words even as her exquisite lower body shifted gently, loving his cock with her pussy alone. And the love juices that kept pouring out of her like a faucet proved that the love erupting from her now was no performance, no lie.

"It's all your wife's fault, husband...! Hnnnngh...! I loved you so much I disobeyed you and stepped forward — that's the only reason...! Haaahhh...! So...! Punish your wife with that adorable thing of yours...! Haaaahhh...!"

A mother's embrace that could hold everything. In Kim Min-jung's dictionary, the word "games" did not exist. She could have argued right and wrong with perfect logic — but when the other person was someone she loved, and when she was certain of that love, she threw everything away like this. She took even Geum Tae-yang's petty obsession, declared it entirely her own fault, and cradled it close.

Khhhuuuuhhh!! I'm going insane, seriously!! Why does my wife drive me this crazy!! I want to drag every last scrap of obsession out of myself even more!!!

Suuuuuck...!

And so the male Geum Tae-yang — who had always hungered for a mother's absolute love — felt Maman Kim Min-jung's absolute embrace, threw his head back toward the ceiling, and shuddered with mad, electric ecstasy.