Chapter 13 First Love, Kang Da-eun
Chapter 13 First Love, Kang Da-eun
My erect cock stood straight up, poking against Fourth Mother's face.
She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of my shaft, waiting only for my command to suck it.
With both hands, she gripped my cock tightly and began stroking it rapidly.
Just like with fellatio, this was another first—a handjob.
Slap slap slap—slap slap slap—slap slap slap!
The sound was loud, but the sensation was mediocre. The friction was almost painful, like my skin was being rubbed raw.
Much like with sex, Fourth Mother, who was usually so competent, turned utterly inept when it came to anything sexual.
Yet, with an oddly confident smirk, she looked up at me.
It was so ridiculous that it was almost cute.
"How is it, son? Feels good, right? I might not be as good as you are with your mouth, but my hands aren't bad, right? You're gonna cum soon, aren't you? Then... you can shoot it all over my face again..."
I shook my head firmly. I no longer wanted to treat her face like a tissue to wipe away my cum.
"Huh?"
The confidence on Fourth Mother's face froze instantly. The abrupt shift in her expression was so extreme it was adorable.
And for some reason, that stirred something in me.
Until now, whenever we had sex, I had always reacted either to her demands or my own urges. But this time was different.
I slid my hands under her armpits and lifted her up effortlessly.
"Huh?"
I pulled her close, pressing my body against hers as she wobbled slightly.
A flicker of fear—and something like anticipation—crossed her face, as if remembering how I had spanked her earlier.
The sadistic blood of a cult leader's son stirred inside me, but instead of giving in to it, I cupped her face and pressed my lips against hers.
Our tongues tangled.
Unlike with blowjobs, this was our first kiss, but the principle wasn't so different. The fear in her eyes melted away, her body going slack against mine.
I held her waist to keep her from collapsing and deepened the kiss.
Her stiff nipples poked against my chest, and her arousal dripped onto my feet, but I ignored it all, focusing only on the kiss.
"Hahh... Haaaahhh... ♡"
By the time I pulled away, her face was completely slack, as if she'd just had the best massage of her life.
If she walked around like this normally, men would be lining up for her number.
But this expression of Kang Da-eun's belonged only to me. No other man would ever see it.
After the kiss, I intended to go down on her again. I trailed my tongue down her chin, her slender neck, her collarbone, the valley between her breasts, her ribs, and her toned stomach—until I reached her pussy.
I was about to tease her clit when she suddenly grabbed my face.
"...Water... I need more."
Fourth Mother—no, Kang Da-eun, my first love—looked down at me with pleading eyes.
No matter how good the kiss was, it couldn't compare to a blowjob. Yet, the way she asked for more didn't make her seem like my mother or some desperate bitch anymore.
I walked to the sink, filled my mouth with water, and returned. Then, until she was satisfied, I kissed her while she clumsily jerked me off.
Her handjob was terrible. Most of the time, it either felt like nothing or was slightly painful.
But there was a strange fullness in her touch—something I hadn't even felt when I was pounding her from behind—that made it oddly pleasurable.
Our kiss lasted until I came all over her pretty face again.
After finishing, I took her hand and led her back into the stall.
"Eun-woo, that's enough. We should go back soon. The sun's about to rise."
"I have to make sure all the drug's effects are gone."
I sat her on the toilet. Despite how much I had just fucked her, she still acted shy, her thighs pressed tightly together. I forced them apart.
Her pussy still looked as pristine as a virgin's.
I leaned in and kissed it—just like I had kissed her lips earlier.
But the technique was entirely different.
As different as handling an innocent young girl versus a sexually frustrated married woman.
Like I said, I was good with my mouth.
In less than an hour, I made her cum five times.
At this point, I could call myself a master of cunnilingus.
"Ohhhh—♡ Ohhhh—♡ Ohhhh—♡"
Unlike the cute little gasps she made when we kissed, Da-eun's moans now were downright vulgar. She arched her back, toes curling, as her juices splashed onto the floor, adding to the janitor's workload.
After making sure all the drug's effects were out of her system, we decided to leave separately to avoid suspicion.
I stayed behind to change and clean up while Fourth Mother stepped out first.
But for some reason, she hadn't left. She was still there, leaning against the wall by the door.
"Why are you still here?"
I asked politely, now that we were done with sex.
She looked at me with a hint of fear in her eyes, then pointed down the funeral hall's hallway.
"There's... something."
"There's nothing there."
I followed her gaze.
The dim, empty hallway was just that—empty.
No one was there. Just a cold, eerie stillness.
"...It's dark. Scary. Feels like ghosts might come out."
"Huh?"
I stifled a laugh and glanced at her profile.
Unlike the relaxed, cute expression she had while I ate her out, her face was now tense—back to her usual intimidating aura.
Fourth Mother was the kind of woman who could scare hardened criminals during the cult's drug deals.
And now she was afraid?
Of a dark, empty hallway?
"Here."
Without thinking, I offered her my arm—a silent invitation to hold onto me.
Under normal circumstances, this would've been presumptuous.
But instead of scolding me or punching me, she looped her arm through mine without protest.
She hesitated for a second, as if surprised at herself, but since she was already holding onto me—and too scared to walk alone—she kept her mouth shut.
"Let's go."
She pressed close, her breasts squeezing against my arm.
"Okay."
We walked side by side, arms linked.
Outside of sex, we hadn't been this physically close since I was a child.
Yet it felt natural.
Her face resting against my shoulder, my arm around her waist.
Was this what they called affection?
It was a little shocking that one intense night had done more for our relationship than over a decade of living together, but one thing was clear—things had changed.
I carefully placed my hand on her ass, which was trembling slightly.
Even through her clothes, I could feel its firmness.
"...You. Behave."
She glared at me.
But that was it. No cursing, no punches, no slapping my hand away.
If I had a status window, her affection for me would've been at least 80 by now.
After parting ways outside—she left first, saying she had a call to make—I headed back inside.
Even though things had gotten out of hand with Fourth Mother, the sun hadn't risen yet.
Assuming everyone was still asleep, I stepped in quietly.
"Did you serve Da-eun well, son? ♡"
First Mother Moon Ye-hwa's sultry voice reached my ears.
When I turned toward the sound, her massive breasts—unlike Fourth Mother's—were the first thing I saw.
Our eyes met, and she licked her upper lip, her gaze dripping with intent.