Chapter 68 A Getaway for Two (5)
Chapter 68 A Getaway for Two (5)
I looked down at Gaeul noona's naked body, soaked in sweat and her own fluids, having passed out as if in a deep sleep.
I had imagined it plenty of times before, but her body was even more... arousing than I'd pictured.
Both her breasts and ass were a little bigger than I'd expected based on what I'd seen through her clothes. Maybe she was the type who looked slimmer dressed.
Not that she was as voluptuous as First Mother or had hips as pronounced as Second Mother, but for her slender frame, she had the fullest breasts and backside she could possibly have.
Even as guilt gnawed at me for defiling her like this, my cock, still hard from having pleasured her without release, only made me more disgusted with myself.
"Huu..."
Exhausted from using every ounce of my strength to finger her to climax, I barely managed to drag myself off the bed.
I had planned to head straight to the shower to grab a towel—
But instead, I stood there, staring down at Gaeul noona again.
I needed to take care of my erection first.
Not to satisfy my own lust, but because I had come to understand the terrifying power inside me, and I knew this was probably the only way to calm it down.
Even after groping Gaeul noona's pussy raw, guilt still weighed on me as I stroked myself.
For a brief moment, I considered closing my eyes and finishing with just my imagination—a mental catalog filled with women most men could only dream of—but after the stimulation I'd just had, there was no way imagination alone would be enough.
In the end, I had no choice but to jerk off while staring at her naked body.
"Hng... haah..."
The pressure built steadily.
If I let go just a little, the force inside me would command me to pounce on the woman before me, to take her roughly and mercilessly. And the power that had drawn Gaeul noona to me would weaken in turn.
Slap slap! Slap slap slap!
At least finishing wouldn't be hard.
Then again, what man could hold back when a woman like her was lying there, legs spread, on a bed drenched in her own juices?
"Hng—"
But just as I was about to cum, Gaeul noona suddenly opened her eyes, throwing my timing off by a fraction of a second.
I had planned to finish on the bedsheet—already ruined by her fluids and sweat—but instead, my cock aimed itself elsewhere, and I came all over Gaeul noona's face with full force.
"...Eek!"
She blinked up at me dazedly, waking up only to be hit with my load.
"S-sorry," I muttered awkwardly, at a loss for words.
But instead of getting angry as I expected, Gaeul noona gave me a faint smile and licked the cum around her lips.
"...No, I'm happy. Now I've satisfied you too."
I fell silent for a long time at her loaded words.
And when I finally spoke, it was something utterly ridiculous.
Pointless, really.
"You knew?"
"How could I not? The man I like always comes to me smelling like other women and acts all sweet..."
"...Sorry."
"It's fine. No, if you're really sorry—"
Gaeul noona stretched her arms toward me with a slightly shameless smile.
She wanted me to hold her.
She wasn't as naturally nurturing as Second Mother in her right mind, but for someone who had always been a reliable presence in my life, this was the first time I'd seen her act like this.
But it didn't feel bad.
If anything, seeing her act spoiled toward me was oddly endearing.
I slid my hands deep under her armpits and lifted her up effortlessly.
"Wow! My boyfriend's so strong~"
Even though neither of us had ever confessed or officially started dating, I couldn't bring myself to correct her when she called me her boyfriend.
Because if I did, she'd probably just cry again.
Logically, I knew the right thing for her sake would be to end things here. And I strongly suspected her obsession with me had more to do with my power than with me...
But I couldn't bring myself to coldly push her away when she was pouting and demanding a hug.
I pulled her toward me instead. She wrapped her legs around my waist like she never wanted to let go.
In that embarrassing, clingy position, we made our way into the shower.
I turned on the water.
We gently washed each other's hair, removing the traces of our fluids tangled in the strands.
Then we slipped into the bathtub filled with hot water. It was too small for both of us, forcing us to bend our knees, but we sat facing each other instead of overlapping, unwilling to look away.
We giggled as we playfully poked and prodded each other's privates with our toes.
We didn't have sex.
I deliberately avoided it, remembering what I had done to Second Mother.
But with Gaeul noona puffing out her cheeks and acting spoiled—seemingly having decided to drop the reliable image she'd always shown me—I couldn't just do nothing.
In the end, I gave in to her silent plea.
Pinning her against the bathroom wall with one arm around her waist, I kissed her roughly.
Using the techniques I'd honed from kissing First, Second, and Fourth Mother's pussies, I stole Gaeul noona's first kiss.
Guilt gnawed at me—she should have been doing this with some decent, normal man, not the son of a cult leader—but I couldn't stop.
As our kiss deepened, my fingers naturally found their way between her legs.
I teased her clit with one finger, giving her another climax as a gift.
Gaeul noona, in turn, grabbed my cock with both hands and started jerking me off.
Her technique was clumsy, nowhere near as good as my own hand, but I pretended to cum for her sake.
"Feels good, right? My secret technique—Ultra High-Speed Handjob Rolling Attack! Ahaha!"
She laughed brightly, the words bursting from her lips like she'd given up any pretense of being the mature, dependable woman I could rely on.
Honestly, the name was childish, and it had kind of hurt—but I smiled anyway.
With Gaeul noona's Ultra High-Speed Handjob Rolling Attack, I barely managed to cum one more time.
Rubbing her sore arms from the effort, she looked up at me with pleading eyes, silently begging me to take things further—
But I made up an excuse about being too tired and refused.
It might have been pointless at this point, but I still wanted to protect her.
And if my lust flared up again, even I didn't know what I might do to her.
I washed her, changed the bedsheet, and laid her down on the mattress.
Then I lay beside her, stroking her lower belly with my palm until she fell asleep.
Only once she was deep in slumber did I get up and walk to the window, lowering the blinds.
Peeking through the gap with my finger, I could see the internet streamers lurking outside, waiting just like before.
Pulling out my phone, I searched for terms like cult, pseudo-religion, Cheonmyeong Cult, and expose—and sure enough, several live streams were broadcasting the motel I was in.
Viewer counts were in the thousands at minimum.
If I accounted for smaller, fragmented streams, the number was likely even higher.
I was that famous.
In the worst way.
But that wasn't what really concerned me.
Ignoring the cyber-stalkers, I carefully scanned the surroundings.
Having grown up as the son of a cult leader, I had an eye for things most people wouldn't notice.
It didn't take long to spot three distinct groups.
First, middle-aged men with wealthy appearances that clashed with the shabby neighborhood—clearly looking for someone (probably me).
Next, men and women dressed in unmistakable Cheonmyeong Cult robes, standing motionless by a telephone pole despite the glares and muttered insults from passersby.
And finally, two men in suits hiding inside a heavily tinted car.
Most likely, in order: people sent by First Mother, Second Mother, and Third Mother.
"...Why would she just let me go?"
I muttered, unable to understand Third Mother's actions.
Then I turned back to look at Gaeul noona, sleeping peacefully.
Only for her to speak.
"...Eun-woo... you won't abandon me, right?"
I thought she was asleep—how long had she been awake?
Taking my silence as refusal, she tried to get up from the bed.
But her legs, weakened from back-to-back climaxes, gave out, and she collapsed to the floor.
Still, she crawled toward me on her knees, uncaring.
She wasn't the flashy type, but with her unique charm and presence, she was a stunning beauty who could stand toe-to-toe with my mothers.
A near-orphan who had still managed to enter a prestigious university as valedictorian—brilliant, and even more stubborn than she was brilliant...
Yun Gaeul was the kind of woman any man would admire, the kind they'd want to date but never dare confess to, knowing they'd be rejected.
"Eun-woo, Eun-woo... don't leave me. I'll do better... I'll work hard on my own to stretch myself so I can take all of you... Please, don't abandon me."
On her knees, she clung to my waist, pressing her forehead against my lower stomach as she begged.
"Get some more rest."
"Don't leave me. Don't go to some other woman and leave me alone. You know why I even married your father, right? It was all for you. Just so I could be a little closer to you..."
"I won't abandon you, so please let go."
"Really? Promise?"
"Yes, I promise."
"Really, really?"
"Yes, really, really."
"I don't believe you. Swear it to the Heavenly Lord."
"I swear."
"I love you."
"......."
"Eun-woo, don't you love me?"
Gently stroking her hair, I spoke the words that would ruin her life.
Even though I knew I'd regret this someday.
"I do. I love you too."