Rainy Street: Driving My Massive Cock Straight into Auntie Min-jung's Pussy [Kim Min-jung Fucked Senseless][1]
"Auntie! What the hell are you doing?!"
The reason Geum Tae-yang spun around in alarm after finishing off Seo Dong-myung was simple: Kim Min-jung, the woman he had ordered to stay inside the car no matter what, was standing out in the open.
"J-just a second, Tae-yang...! Almost done...!"
—CRAAAAAACK!!!
"—GYAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
—SMAAAAAAASH!!!
"—GHHHHHHH!!!"
Kim Min-jung answered him in a slightly flustered voice, but she was not simply standing around. She was swinging her Supporter staff in wide, brutal arcs, snuffing out the lives of the wounded Jjambba Tiger members Tae-yang had not yet finished off. Without so much as a blink, she methodically caved in skull after skull, the picture of ruthless efficiency.
"You're right that you told me not to come out until the fighting was over... but it's raining... and I was worried in so many ways..."
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
At last Kim Min-jung finished cleaning up the leftovers. Only then did she straighten and turn to explain herself to Geum Tae-yang. Blood soaked her suit and her Supporter staff. The sight was nothing short of savage—feral, even. And yet, for all the warrior's work she had just done, her pretty mouth still faltered, her words trailing off in shy little stutters.
To the devoted wife Kim Min-jung, her husband Geum Tae-yang was the sky itself. Especially when they were out on business like this, she went out of her way to show him respect. She was a woman of deep consideration, and the last thing she wanted was for her younger husband to feel as though his older wife was taking him lightly.
That angel of a wife's heart was written all over her hesitant posture.
Shhhhhhhhhh...!! Shhhhhhhhhh...!!
"......"
Geum Tae-yang stood in the rain hammering down harder than ever over the streets of Hanseong Metropolitan City and simply looked at her. Then, with the heavy stride of a real man, he kicked up sprays of water and walked straight toward her.
"I'll take my scolding without any more excuses... I'm sorry, Tae-yang..."
His presence was overwhelming. Kim Min-jung's spirit crumpled; her head dropped.
"Kim Min-jung."
He came right up to her and spoke her name in a low voice.
"Kim Min-jung. When you're in front of me, you always look at my face. Never look away like you don't have the confidence. You're my first wife."
Then he gently cupped her lovely cheeks in both hands. His tone still carried that rough, masculine edge—but every word made it clear that no one on earth respected his first wife more than he did.
"I only ever say those things beforehand because I'm worried about you... What I actually want is for my first wife to show me who she really is, without holding back..."
Geum Tae-yang knew the truth. That pathetic excuse for a man, Park Do-chul, had enjoyed every privilege marriage to Kim Min-jung could give him—and still seethed with inferiority and resentment whenever she outshone him. The moment he came home he would explode at her, gaslighting her into the ground. Park A-young had grown up watching it, and she had told Tae-yang everything. He had never forgotten. This was how he filled the hole where Kim Min-jung's need for recognition had been starved.
Hwaaaaah...! It feels so good...! Tae-yang respects me... Even after I showed him something this stupid, he's holding me and encouraging me... Heeeuuuugh...!
Wiggle...! Wiggle...! Wiggle...!
The forty-two-year-old MILF Kim Min-jung, wrapped in that warmth, exploded with cuteness. Her eyes turned into hearts. She couldn't contain the happiness surging through her; her blood-smeared hands kept fidgeting restlessly.
"It's fine, Kim Min-jung. You can kiss me. You think I'd care about a little blood when it comes to loving you?"
He read her fidgeting like a mind reader and unlocked the last chain holding her back.
"Hwaaaaang! I love you!! I love you, husband! Mwah!♥ Mmmmmwah!!♥"
The obedient wife Kim Min-jung seized his face at once, pouring out confessions of love as she devoured his lips.
"I love you too, my wife...! Mmmwah!♥ Slurrrp!♥ I'm crazy about my woman...! Mmmmmwah!♥"
Groping! Groping! Groping! Kneading! Kneading! Groping!
"Touch me more, husband...! Haaaang...! Mmmwah...!♥ Mmmmwah...!♥ Your wife belongs to you...! Mmmmwah...!♥"
Nuzzle...!♥ Nuzzle...!♥ Nuzzle...!♥ Nuzzle...!♥
Geum Tae-yang met her affection with even more explosive heat. Right there on the main street—not inside a building, out in the open—he kneaded Kim Min-jung's ass like shame was something you threw to the dogs. The forty-two-year-old pure-love MILF who was already obsessed with him pressed her body tighter against his so he could feel her better, grinding herself into him to feed her own hunger as well.
"Pan-ho! Found them!!!! The fight happened right here!!!!"
Shin Dong-wook's voice calling for Jo Pan-ho rang out near the stretch of road where Geum Tae-yang and the Jjambba Tiger bike squad had clashed.
"Fuck..."
The moment Jo Pan-ho arrived on the scene, the first thing out of his mouth was a curse.
"Not a single one made it? They wiped out the whole bike unit this fast???"
A vision of hell lay spread across the rain-slicked avenue. In most apocalypses, slaughter between people happened in sudden ambushes inside buildings. Out in the open like this, the mountains of corpses were usually zombies. But the bodies strewn here—nearly twenty of them—were all human.
"Dong-myung's corpse is over here too. And the ones farther back look like they were hit with something blunter than whatever took out the ones up front."
"So you were right, Pan-ho—there were at least two Awakened."
Shin Dong-wook, whose situational awareness was absurdly sharp for a man of his bulk, made a show of working hard while carefully stroking Jo Pan-ho's wounded ego, making sure none of the rage spilled onto him.
"My bad calculations never fucking miss, do they."
Jo Pan-ho spat another curse, but the flattery clearly soothed him; the edge in his voice softened a notch. Narcissist that he was, Jo Pan-ho was hopelessly weak to praise. Relatively slight of build, he had never been the rough-and-tumble type. He had survived the pre-apocalypse world by scheming with a reasonably sharp brain. Then he had Awakened—into a rare class, no less—and his ego had ballooned overnight. The consummate bootlicker Shin Dong-wook had slipped into that crack and shoved aside Seo Dong-myung, one of Jjambba Tiger's founding pillars.
"How about it? A little late, but should we chase them now?"
Riding the momentum, Shin Dong-wook stepped forward to prove even more loyalty—
"Are you fucking kidding me? Fifteen bike riders are all dead! Half our fighting strength is gone!!!"
"S-sorry, Pan-ho... I was out of line..."
—and immediately got the hammer dropped on him.
If Dong-myung had at least been alive, we could've put our heads together and tried something... Damn it... The kingdom I busted my ass building!!!
Jo Pan-ho had always survived by scheming, and it wasn't just his build—he was a coward by nature. He papered over that fear with narcissistic stubbornness and kept breathing. He only ever fought after laying thorough traps and stacking every advantage. That was why he had settled on the outskirts where Zombie Waves hit less often, and why he had only ever tested the waters against the ordinary survival camps around him.
Still... I can't just let this slide. Looking at the combat ability and the dense mana, these are exactly the bastards Do Min-chul warned us about. Which means we've got ourselves a decent excuse to negotiate with that Do Min-chul prick!
Extreme narcissists never stop thrashing for revenge no matter how much time passes. Inside Jo Pan-ho's head, a roadmap of vengeance was already spinning. As far as he could tell, Do Min-chul had plenty of history tangled up with Geum Tae-yang's side. He intended to use that leverage to offset the power he had just lost.
Shhhhhhhhhh!!! Shhhhhhhhhh!!!
In a back alley where the rain poured down in sheets, a woman's thick, honeyed moans rose like a soprano through the orchestra of the storm.
"Heuuuung...! Haaaang...! Hwaaaaang...!"
"Heeeuuugh...! It feels so good, Tae-yang...! Making love with you out here in the rain...! Haaaang...! It feels like I've gone back to those reckless old days...!"
The voice belonged to Kim Min-jung—the woman who was always in heat for Geum Tae-yang and Geum Tae-yang alone. Naked, she braced her hands against the alley wall and presented herself in a standing rear-entry position. This was the woman who had committed her first murder for him. While she had been caving in the Jjambba Tiger bike squad's skulls, her Battle Mentality Mastery trait had kept her steady. But the moment they reached a spot that felt relatively safe, the dopamine flooding her system fused with the excitement Geum Tae-yang always sparked in her, and it became impossible to hold back. Soaking herself in the rain, she had finally thrown the board aside and given in.
"That's right... Hwoooot! Auntie always loved rainy days... The day we first got close was under the eaves in the rain, wasn't it...? Tuhhhht...!"
Squelch...! Squelch...! Squelch...! Squish...!
"Yes... And... heeeuuught...! Every time it rained, Auntie would call you over and make you pajeon...! You remember? You remember, don't you, Tae-yang? Haaaagt...!"
Fondling...! Fondling...! Kneading...! Fondling...!
The catharsis of killing usually poured out as raw aggression—but angelic Kim Min-jung was busy digging up the beautiful memories in her heart and teasing them out for her husband like a spoiled little demand for confirmation. Behind her, though, her husband's cock was already loving her with skilled hands and a thick, wet heat.
"That pajeon... It really was delicious... Auntie's smile and the way she always took care of me mixed together, and I was so happy... Khhhuuup...!"
Squelch...! Squish...! Squish...! Squish...! Squelch...!
His cock was fully hard, and he could feel that Kim Min-jung's pussy had loosened enough to take his twenty-six-centimeter monster. Geum Tae-yang began his signature glans-knocking, tapping the head against her entrance.
"But now I get to taste something even better... Huhhhup...! Something that lets me connect with Auntie on a deeper level... and make explosive new memories...! Nuhhhht...!"
He seized her massive hips—hips curved like the goddess Venus herself.
"Right here—our Min-jung Auntie's pussy!!!! Tuhhhhhhht!!!!!"
SHHHHHHUNK!!!!♥♥♥♥♥♥
With a thick, wet sound of penetration, he drove his massive cock straight into Kim Min-jung's pussy—slick with rainwater and her own juices.