## Chapter 50 – To Catch the Daughter, Start With the Mother (7)
The only ones who recognized Yoo-jung’s pathetic state were me and the camera the principal and I had hidden.
At some point, Yoo-jung realized I wasn’t trying to hold her back on purpose, that I was deliberately tormenting her, and she burst into tears.
I grabbed Yoo-jung’s waist again. And this time, I grabbed her black stockings and pulled them down.
Her bare skin was exposed, and Yoo-jung regained her senses. She tried to escape from me again, throwing off her stockings like a lizard shedding its tail, but I was now peeling off the stockings that had been tightly holding onto her thick thigh flesh, so Yoo-jung couldn’t even do that.
I smacked the underside of Yoo-jung’s bare buttocks with my palm, *slap!*, and then took off her panties.
After that, Yoo-jung’s resistance noticeably decreased. She seemed to have accepted reality now.
The thrill of the hunt disappeared, so unlike before, I used gentle, romantic touches to unbutton Yoo-jung’s blouse.
I had only unbuttoned one button, but the rest naturally came undone.
It was still an amazing display of huge breasts. Yoo-jung regained her composure when she saw my childishly delighted expression.
“I know what you want, so just stop. Fine, this is all you want from me anyway, right?”
Yoo-jung said. For some reason, she seemed disappointed in me. It was surprising that there was still room for her to be more disappointed in me.
Yoo-jung pushed my chest away with both hands, creating distance, and walked towards the chairman’s chair with a confident gait and inappropriate, seductive attire.
The school.
The cheerful voices of students laughing and chatting during lunchtime could be heard.
Sunlight streamed through the window into the chairman’s office.
And Chairman Yoo, sitting proudly on the chairman’s chair with her vagina exposed.
“Go ahead, do whatever you want. This is what you wanted anyway. From a man like you.”
Yoo-jung lifted the coat that had been covering her body with her own hands, showing me her bare skin.
She wasn’t drunk on spiked alcohol, nor was she in a motel room alone with me.
However, unlike her confident actions and voice, Yoo-jung’s face was not.
And for good reason.
Some of the doodles I had jokingly drawn on her last night hadn’t been erased and were still on Yoo-jung’s skin.
Even the womb tattoo that I had put particular effort into drawing was almost completely intact. It was as if she had deliberately left it there.
I gave a sly smile and looked once again at the camera that the security guard and the principal had conspired to install in this room. I also looked once again at the chairman’s office door, which was padded with thick leather like a music room door, ensuring soundproofing.
I walked towards Yoo-jung.
“But, you. You better brace yourself to not cum too quickly. Because it’ll be different from yesterday. Heh-heh!”
As soon as she said that, Yoo-jung’s boastful voice rang out.
Where had I heard something similar to this before?
Ah… that’s right, it was exactly what I had heard from Yoo-jin this morning.
“Pfft!”
“Why are you laughing?”
“That’s exactly what Yoo-jin said this morning—”
I was startled and looked at Yoo-jung right in front of me, no, not just right in front of me, but close enough that our noses were touching.
Yoo-jung kissed me. But it was only similar in action; there was none of the original romance in that kiss.
Yoo-jung bit down hard on my lower lip. The already torn wound on my lip quickly reopened, and blood flowed from the wound.
My blood and Yoo-jung’s saliva mixed. The bitter taste of blood swirled on my tongue, reminding me of the kiss I had shared with Yoo-jin this morning.
I wonder if Yoo-jung knows that she just finally accomplished a deep skinship with Yoo-jin that she hadn’t been able to do since she was a child, albeit through an indirect kiss.
Still biting my lip with her teeth, Yoo-jung slowly pulled her face back and glared at me.
I couldn’t even believe that the “Ajumma” who had been wiggling her hips and breasts, throwing off her skirt, and throwing off her black stockings as she ran away from me a little while ago, and this “mother” who was glaring at me now, were the same person.
I couldn’t move a muscle. This was because not only my tongue but also my dick was now in Yoo-jung’s grasp.
“Didn’t you promise me… that you wouldn’t touch my daughter anymore?”
Instead of letting go of my tongue, Yoo-jung asked me, putting more strength into the hand that was tightly gripping my testicles.
I made a mistake. I had completely trapped Yoo-jung, so now all I had to do was pull out the trapped Yoo-jung and enjoy her, but I couldn’t resist the urge to mock her, caught up in a moment of superiority.
“I could just burst them right now.”
“Ugh!”
What should I do, how can I get out of this crisis?…
No, that’s not it. That’s just a bluff. Yoo-jung is not Yoo-jin.
She’s not simple-minded enough to think that the problem will be solved if she just kills me, ignoring the blackmail material I have.
And more than anything else,
With my lips bleeding profusely, I devoured Yoo-jung’s lips as if biting them, this time showering her with kisses from my side.
I closed my eyes. Continuing the kiss with Yoo-jung, I took off her clothes one by one.
After completely untying Yoo-jung’s hair, which had been tied up tightly, I gently stroked her hair with my fingers.
I didn’t stop kissing her, wrapping my arm around Yoo-jung’s waist, and stroking her thigh with my other hand. I slipped my finger slightly inside her thigh.
The tip of my finger touched Yoo-jung’s bare vagina.
It’s hot. Even though we did it so much last night, she was still wet and already damp.
I stopped the long kiss and finally slowly opened my eyes and looked at Yoo-jung.
I can clearly see that Yoo-jung’s eyes, which had been glaring at me with murderous intent, are now hazily unfocused. I can also clearly feel her touching my muscles with her hands placed between my chest and arms.
“Okay. I won’t touch Yoo-jin again. I’ll break up with Yoo-jin now.”
“Break up? When did you ever date? You must have taken videos of my daughter in the same despicable way you did to me.”
“Yoo-jin insisted on filming, so I reluctantly did it. I don’t like that kind of thing.”
“That’s ridiculous, then what about me? If I hadn’t broken the camera, you would have used it to blackmail me again, right?”
“That’s because you’re special, Noona. I wanted to keep you as a record and only look at you for a long time.”
“Nonsense.”
“Suck my tongue more….”
I ignored Yoo-jung’s accurate point and lied even more.
“Okay, Noona. I’ll break up with your daughter right away. Even if she chases after me, I’ll just send her back. How could I do that when a woman like this… is in front of me? How could I pay attention to Yoo-jin?”
Yoo-jung probably knows that the flattery I’m giving her right now is just to get out of the situation. It’s clear that she’ll be planning to stab me in the back again after this moment passes.
But for now.
“Refrain from saying things that disrespect my daughter.”
It was a stern voice and tone. But her face? It was flushed red like a ripe persimmon.
It’s funny.
Is a female creature someone who feels jealous even of her beloved daughter?
“Anyway, make sure you promise.”
“Okay, I promise. I’ll only be faithful to Noona from now on.”
“Yes, be faithful to me… no, that’s not it—promise me that you won’t touch my daughter again!”
Yoo-jung suddenly grabbed my testicles tightly with her hand placed on my chest.
“Ugh! Okay, okay, Noona. Fine. I understand. I promise.”
When I looked at Yoo-jung with wide eyes in pain, Yoo-jung said to me with the face of a naive girl, which didn’t suit her age.
“Good!”
Yoo-jung let go of my testicles and got up from the chair. Then she turned around, showing me her ass with vaginal fluids dripping down, and walked to the largest desk in the chairman’s office, probably the one she uses to handle school business, and knelt on it.
I also got up from the chair. I lost my composure and hurriedly threw off my pants. I also pulled down my underwear. I charged at Yoo-jung with my erect dick leading the way. But I couldn’t put it in right away.
This was because Yoo-jung was blocking between her legs with her left hand, and pressing her index finger against my bleeding lips with her right hand, asking me again.
“You definitely promised, right?”
“Yes, I promise.”
Yoo-jung, forgetting her shame, nodded and spread her legs wide, revealing her private area to me.
“Then let me relieve myself with yours now. …Forget about my daughter.”
I nodded and thrust my dick into Yoo-jung’s vagina, which was already wet and didn’t need any foreplay, and said.
“I love you, Yoo-jung.” Was it because of my dick or my sweet voice that Yoo-jung immediately came, squirting out vaginal fluids, the moment I said that?
I couldn’t know. And now is not the time to be thinking about such things.
I went crazy trying to fuck Yoo’s vagina, which was tightening around my dick again right after she came.
With my dick stuck inside Yoo-jung’s vagina, I put Yoo-jung on the desk, being careful not to let my dick fall out.
The flowerpots that decorated the desk with phrases like [Teacher, I love you!]
[Teacher, I respect you!] collapsed with a crash.
The numerous awards and trophies that decorated the desk, and that Yoo-jung had called me in front of before the regression to give me harsh lectures for no reason, making me feel small, were hit by Yoo-jung’s trembling feet and collapsed with a crash.
Thus, the only things left on the spacious desk were two naked men and women. Unable to think of anything other than fucking and being fucked by each other.
“Go ahead and try, like you did yesterday.”
Yoo-jung was bluffing at me again. But that bluff was different from before. Before, she was bluffing to beat me, but now it’s the same bluff as sucking my dick.
Sucking up to a male, you fucking bitch.
“I haven’t given up on going to lunch yet, you know? I’m going to make you cum ten times in ten minutes, so get ready to die, you bitch.”
