## Chapter 95 – A Mother Jealous of Her Daughter, a Young Female
“Hooo…”
I finished the long, long kiss with Yoo-jin, pressing my hands on the bed beside her shoulders as if doing a push-up to lift my body.
My dick, still hard after spewing cum deep inside Yoo-jin’s pussy, stretched out long before finally escaping her body.
Even after my dick parted ways with Yoo-jin’s beautiful nakedness, a strand of saliva connected our lips, a sticky thread like a spiderweb, reminding me of the intense kiss we’d just shared.
I looked at Yoo-jin’s face. The vulgar, slutty expression was gone. Her face was serene and beautiful, like a princess in the woods who had fallen into eternal sleep after being stung by a poisonous thorn, a peacefulness that wouldn’t be disturbed even if the apocalypse began.
In contrast to her flawless, baby-like innocent face, Yoo-jin’s body below her face was more womanly than any adult woman’s.
From that most ‘womanly’ place, a last drop of cum clinging to the tip of my dick fell, as if regretting the separation from Yoo-jin.
A liquid brimming with my DNA. Enough to impregnate a woman with just that one drop.
But I had filled Yoo-jin so completely with my essence that adding just one more drop was insignificant, so there was no need to panic now.
I reached down and grabbed Yoo-jin’s breast tightly. I squeezed it hard enough to hurt, but Yoo-jin’s expression didn’t change.
“I guess I can relax for now.”
Just in case, I stretched Yoo-jin’s cheeks out long like a hamster.
Squeeeeze— Squeeeeeeze—
Squish squish
Squish squish
Her waist is so thin, but her face still has baby fat, making it fun to touch. So, I kneaded Yoo-jin’s cheeks with my palms like making dumplings.
Still, Yoo-jin didn’t wake up. If she were sober, she would have thrown a fit, but now she was just smiling faintly, as if having a pleasant dream.
Perhaps it was because of the most satisfying sex we’d ever had, even without the loud, vulgar moans and the violent, almost brutal movements.
Because I was deeply connected to Yoo-jin, I knew.
No, I couldn’t not know.
How much Yoo-jin had felt just now.
And that Yoo-jin liked the deep kiss we just shared the most, even more than missionary, doggy style, pounding, cowgirl, and all the other intense and passionate positions combined.
Finally, the spiderweb connecting Yoo-jin and me broke. It was a rare opportunity to touch Yoo-jin’s breasts and cheeks with a peaceful heart, without worrying about her going crazy trying to take control, so it was a shame to stop here, but I had to.
I covered Yoo-jin’s body, where sweat and arousal fluid were evaporating and cooling, with my blanket, which she had pulled on so violently during the act that it had ended up torn, and stood up from the bed.
As soon as I did, I felt dizzy.
“Haa… I’m gonna die, seriously.”
I was envious of Yoo-jin, who was sleeping soundly and enjoying a delicious nap, but there was no time to rest.
Yoo-jin seemed not to have noticed, as she was focused solely on kissing me, closing her eyes and blocking her ears, but the ringtone of my phone in the bathroom had never stopped ringing while we were so intimately licking each other’s tongues and exploring each other.
I would give Yoo-jin the morning-after pill and scrape out the cum that was overflowing from Yoo-jin’s womb with my fingers later.
I bent down and picked up the container of caffeine pills from the floor next to the bed. A few strands of Yoo-jin’s long hair lay on it as if they were delicate ornaments. They must have fallen out when I was pulling on them during doggy style as a makeshift handle.
I poured twice the recommended amount of pills into my mouth and crunched them down without water, then headed to the bathroom.
No, it seemed like I didn’t even need to go there anymore.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I couldn’t be sure yet since I hadn’t seen them. It could be a delivery person or someone from the post office. Maybe it was an ajumma here to check the gas. But I was sure.
It was an ajumma.
That ajumma.
Even though I often teased her by calling her an ajumma, she was a female whose appearance was in no way inferior to any virgin in this world, but rather even more alluring.
And that female ajumma’s name was Yoo-jung. Yoo-jung, who gave birth to Yoo-jin, who was now sleeping soundly on my bed.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Seriously, like mother, like daughter, even the way they knock is the same… Should I wash up first?”
No, on second thought, I couldn’t do that. Judging by the increasing speed and force of the knocking, she would break down the door and come inside during the short time I was washing. Even if she didn’t, the neighbors would hear the noise and report it.
I pondered for a moment. There was no time to think for long, so I had to make a quick decision. I looked towards my room. I quickly walked back inside.
Yoo-jin was sleeping soundly despite the knocking. It seemed like the already complicated situation wouldn’t get any more tangled here. I felt grateful and wanted to give Yoo-jin a kiss on the forehead.
Bang, bang, bang! The sound of knocking came again. I hurriedly grabbed some clothes to put on, but suddenly I thought, ‘Let’s just go out like this,’ and put the clothes down and went out of the room. I closed the door tightly.
Okay, let’s just go out.
Let’s show Yoo-jung the arousal fluid from Yoo-jin that’s sticking to my pubic hair.
I needed to make Yoo-jung, the ajumma who didn’t act her age and revealed her crazy, pure love(?) to me, proposing to me in all seriousness, realize reality.
I couldn’t have her acting up with me like she did this morning.
An ajumma, no matter how hot she is, is still an ajumma, and therefore, an ajumma is a suitable existence as a sex partner for relieving sexual desire or a wallet for earning pocket money, so she shouldn’t have any more dreamy thoughts like marrying me, and if she keeps saying such things, I’ll abandon her and go to a younger female. I needed to clearly engrave this warning in the ajumma’s mind to make Yoo-jung obedient.
It was something I had been thinking about anyway. It just got a bit twisted because of Yoo-jin’s sudden surprise attack.
Originally, my plan was to fuck Yoo-jung’s sloppy pussy at a deserted motel at dawn, or in the principal’s office, which was decorated better than a sex room in an expensive hotel after calling her to school, or on Yoo-jin’s desk in our classroom, but that was on hold for now.
I was exhausted…
I had given so much cum to her daughter that I didn’t have any cum left to give to the mother who gave birth to that daughter.
Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!
Now it seemed like she was kicking the door with her feet instead of just using her fists.
“Crazy ajumma.”
What if my mom was home instead of me? What was she going to do?
No, Yoo-jung was the school’s director, respected by all the students except for Soo-ah’s gang, so she could just make up an excuse that she came to interview me.
But if it was Yoo-jung, I imagined she would introduce herself to my mom, who wasn’t much older than her, as my fiancée and call my mom ‘Mother-in-law’…
Why did that feel so realistic?
Anyway, I would prevent that future from happening. I thought that as I opened the door. Naked. With the scent of a female younger than Yoo-jung, the daughter, and her arousal fluid smeared all over my body.
“Open the doo— Open the dooo— Heet?!”
Yoo-jung was about to smash the door, pressing her body close to it and knocking, but I suddenly flung the door open, causing Yoo-jung to lose her balance and fall forward.
I briefly considered making this ajumma, who showed such terrible obsession with me, hit her head on the floor and turn her into a stupid idiot, but in the end, I stretched out both arms and caught Yoo-jung.
Yoo-jin had good balance, so she wouldn’t get seriously hurt even if she fell, and even if she did get hurt, she would recover quickly, but Yoo-jung would be bedridden for months if she got hurt once.
There were many things Yoo-jung had to do for me in the future, and it would be troublesome if she got hurt here and ended up in the hospital for a while… That was the ostensible reason, but my true feelings were different.
There was something inside me that could be called affection, or more accurately, sex affection, so I unconsciously reached out and protected Yoo-jung.
Her breasts were the most fleshy and noticeable part of Yoo-jung’s body, except for her thighs and butt, so I inadvertently grabbed her breasts tightly with both hands.
Surprisingly, whether it was because of the soft sensation of her larger, more voluminous breasts than Yoo-jin’s, which boasted the most elastic huge breasts in the school, the annoyance and anger that had surged up from the sound of knocking were covered as if wrapped in marshmallows, but I said in a cold voice.
“What is it, ajumma?”
“……”
Yoo-jung didn’t answer.
She was just staring intently at my erect dick with her upper body leaning forward and her head down. In the meantime, the wind pushed the door shut again.
“Ajumma… Did you drink again? It’s not even night yet?”
I asked Yoo-jung, smelling the scent of alcohol that couldn’t be hidden even by her stuffy formal attire, which seemed far from alcohol, but the sweet body odor she originally had combined with the alcohol scent, turning into an even more stimulating scent of a female in heat.
“……”
Yoo-jung still didn’t answer.
It was probably because Yoo-jung was sniffing my scent, or rather, the scent of the young woman on my skin, and the scent of the young woman’s arousal fluid coating my dick, even more than I was smelling Yoo-jung’s scent.
I lowered my head even further, now beyond just smelling my dick, to the point where it was no different from Yoo-jung trying to suck my dick.
The sight of Yoo-jung’s intellectual and strict face, that elegant face, being so close to my hideous glans was extremely surreal, but it was a clear reality.
I put my hands under Yoo-jung’s armpits to forcibly lift her up, so she wouldn’t suddenly bite off my dick while smelling it.
However, Yoo-jung had completely relaxed her body as if she were a suit hanging on a clothesline, so that alone put too much strain on my arm muscles.
“Ajumma, you didn’t drive here, did you? After drinking so much.”
“…I did…”
“What? Speak properly.”
“I drove here… and drank in the car…”
Drinking alone in the car. She probably didn’t even eat any snacks. It was the most pathetic way to drink alone. Why would a woman like Yoo-jung, who seemed to have everything, do such a thing?
“Ajumma, stand up straight. Are you trying to make me suffer on purpose? No, you said this morning that you wouldn’t make me suffer, that if I married you, I wouldn’t have to go out and earn money, I wouldn’t have to do housework, and I wouldn’t have to do anything other than get a boner? Ahahaha!”
I felt frustrated with Yoo-jung, who seemed out of her mind, so I mocked her.
“…It’s because of you…”
“What? Ajumma, no, Director! Speak properly. Don’t slur your words, and look at the other person’s face when you speak!”
I said, jokingly imitating Yoo-jung’s lecture that used to echo during lunchtime.
When Yoo-jung’s body, which had been drooping like a waterlogged raw squid, suddenly stiffened as if it had become dried squid, Yoo-jung raised her head, glared at me, and shouted.
“It’s all because of you, you bad guy!”
What kind of absurd claim was this? She drank so much that she couldn’t even stand up straight, and it was because of me?
Anyway, I lightly blocked the slap that Yoo-jung threw at me along with her shout. There was no need to dodge it.
I lightly grabbed Yoo-jung’s wrist, and with her wrist still grabbed, I thrust my body forward. Yoo-jung, pushed back by my momentum as I walked towards her naked with my erect dick, staggered backward.
But behind her was the closed door. There was nowhere for her to run. Soon, Yoo-jung’s back touched the front door.
I grabbed Yoo-jung’s other hand, which I wasn’t holding, and placed both hands side by side on the front door. Then, I lifted my leg and pressed my knee into Yoo-jung’s cute lower abdomen hard enough for her to feel some pain.
How dare she slap her husband?
I needed to make her feel the difference in power.
“Ugh…”
Yoo-jung bit her lower lip tightly and let out a groan of pain.
An elite woman in society, a teacher respected by almost all the students at school, the most powerful person in the school who could summon older male teachers with a gesture—
That was Yoo-jung.
That was the Yoo-jung I remembered.
But what was this now? That so capable and superior woman was biting her lower lip tightly with her canines to hold back her tears like a child, shaking her head wildly.
“Bad, you… You’re bad! You’re a bad guy, you are! You did something really bad to me… Do you know? Do you know! I hate you! I- I hate you! I really hate you! You! You! You! Bad!”
Yoo-jung, who could only express her feelings with very simple words like a child regressing to infancy.
Yoo-jung, who was tearfully and desperately trying to cling to me.
Yoo-jung, who was acting spoiled, hitting my chest with her two hands that were being held tightly by me.
Then, as if nothing was wrong, Yoo-jung just smiled forcedly and cried endlessly.
It was humiliating, but Yoo-jung’s appearance, even though she was an ajumma, was more than enough to arouse my sadism, so my dick, which had been so tormented by Yoo-jin earlier, became erect again.
