Chapter 345 – So, This Place?

Shiba soared through the sky!

“Peep!”

A smile sweeter than the cotton candy our daughter Gu-seul held in her hand.
She looked down at me and grinned.

“Paah!”

Gazing straight at me with round eyes, akin to jade beads.
Every time she saw me, she twitched like a wagging puppy’s tail
and even smirked with her soft cheeks.
No matter how bright it was under the sun, she was a small white angel, shining even brighter than Tae-yang.

“Kyah.”

Our daughter, as addictive as a drug, was the best.

“Is it fun?”
“Peep! Squeak!”

Shiba, riding on a wooden horse, rested her chin atop my head and gently stroked my hair with her dainty hand.
She pointed at the surrounding roads and cars one by one, focusing on things like traffic lights, and satisfying her curiosity.
I wondered if her memories with her dad would last. For now, she seemed happy, and that was enough.

As soon as we finished eating and got in touch, we set off, and the timing seemed just right. As we neared the café, three silhouettes came into view. The trio appeared to have already wrapped up their conversation, as they stood chatting animatedly near the café’s entrance. Upon spotting us, they waved energetically and approached.

– Hurry, hurry!

The most eager of the group, Star, sprinted toward us, her feet barely touching the ground.

“Si-heon! Did you eat the eel?”
“I did, as you told me to. Shiba enjoyed it too.”
“Really?”

Star immediately stretched out her arms and enveloped me in a tight embrace. She buried her nose in my clothes and took a deep breath.

*Sniff, sniff*. “You did eat it.”

She promptly turned her head and gave Se-Young a thumbs-up. The mischievous sisters giggled and glanced our way. Se-Young slightly opened her mouth and murmured in a barely audible voice from afar.

“You’re behind.”

Azalea, who had been fierce up until this point, had seamlessly blended into the group as well.

It’s said that women have a certain connection with each other. Accompanied by Byeol-i, who clung to me and led me away, I approached Se-Young and Azalea. Azalea raised her hand slightly and snatched Shiba from my shoulder.

“Pieep?”
“Shiba, let’s go with Mom~”

Chuckles.

Suddenly, the two women grabbed my arms.
It was as if the police were dragging away a vicious criminal.

“Um, Se-Young? Byeol-i?”
“Take this monster of lust, who’s been at it since dawn, to the hotel as soon as you arrive.”
“Old book! So, who said to lie about resting as soon as we got here?”

Their hands and feet were in perfect sync.
We had agreed to tell Azalea that I was exhausted upon arrival and fell asleep immediately due to my injuries.

“Azalea, surely you don’t…”
In a situation where my daughter was snatched away and my lower half was being squeezed, I desperately called out Azalea’s name.

“Azalea, is that you, Azalea?”

With Shiba cradled in her arms and a sly grin on her face, Azalea gently waved her hand.

“Once this is over, you’ll have to hug me next, right?”

“Is that what you’re like?”

Azalea, who was so obsessed with her lack of affection, surprisingly let it go. It’s a good thing her symptoms have improved, but this can’t be right. I was so shocked that I had no choice but to be dragged along with a bewildered face.

Azalea clenched her left fist and shook her right hand with a face that conveyed she didn’t like the situation but understood it.

“Damn it!”
“Beep?”
“Not my daughter! No, no. Shiba, help your dad!”

Time with my daughter is more precious than sex. When I raised my hand, Shiba, who understood my words, was startled and began to struggle.

“Pa-pa! Dad! Da-a-d!”

Shiba screamed in horror, as if I were dying if anyone saw it. Azalea gently stroked Shiba’s head to calm her down.

“Shibaaaaaaa!”
“Be-e-e-e-ep!”

The anguished cries of a father and daughter resounded through the streets.

* * * * * * * *

“Give me the best room here. I’ll pay with this. I’ll handle dinner on my own.”
“Ah!”

A forceful pull.

-Kwadangtang!

As soon as Lee Si-heon was dragged and thrown onto the bed, Byul and Se-young covered him.

The pitiful gaze of the hotel staff remained as Lee Si-heon’s last memory. Almost simultaneously, Se-young and Byul, who had thrown themselves onto the bed, each embraced half of Si-heon’s body.

“…Se-young, are we doing this right?”
“Don’t you have confidence? Show us at least half of the assertiveness you displayed during the forest keeper selection.”

Se-young lifts up her skirt slightly and gently strokes her shin with her stocking-clad foot. This woman has already lost herself. Lee Si-heon, at the very least, turned his gaze to the innocent Byul.

“Byul.”
“Huh?”

“There are plenty of ordinary things lovers can do, like going on a date. Oh, yeah. Do you want to go to an amusement park?”
“…Si-heon at an amusement park? Wearing that cute, silly headband?”

Bam, who had been ready to pounce, suddenly began to seriously ponder her options.
A date or sex? She weighed the two choices, both of which promised happiness.

-Whack-

Se-Young tapped Bam’s head.

“Don’t be fooled.”
“Phew, I almost fell for it. Si-heon, are you going to keep teasing me?”

The Bam that clung to Se-Young was twice as enthusiastic as usual.
Even if timid Bam doubled her efforts, how assertive could she really be?
The proactive Bam poked Lee Si-heon’s waist and solar plexus with her hand, then clung to him once more and nuzzled her cheek against his.

“Or… don’t you want to be with us? You stay up all night with Azalea, don’t you?”

No matter how much she tried to suppress it, jealousy was inevitably brewing.
Si-heon closed his eyes, having been caught off guard. Bam, full of dissatisfaction and resentment, sulked.

He slid his arm beneath her back, lifting her up and embracing the star.

“Ah!”

Pressing himself against her, he held the delicate star in his left arm and brought his face closer to hers.

“Okay, but at least wash up a bit…”
“No, I won’t.”
“…Ah!”

Startled by the sudden sensation in his lower body, he squirmed. Se-young, who had somehow unzipped his pants, slowly stroked his penis with her stocking-clad foot.

“I heard the cat climbs on the hot stove first. Should I just drain you completely today?”
“Se-young…? Are you jealous?”
“Of course… How can I not be jealous of a girl you like?”

– Thwack!

She wedged Si-heon’s throbbing member between her thumb and index toes and pressed down forcefully. He couldn’t help but gasp at the unfamiliar sensation.

No matter how well-trained his body was, he couldn’t deny the shivers the sensation sent down his spine. Particularly because of the lecherous demon, the nerves in his lower abdomen were incredibly sensitive.

– Click.

Feet clad in damp stockings rise to my face.
Black stockings, wet with beads of sweat, reveal the glistening flesh beneath.
Looking down, I see Lee Se-young’s soaked stockings extending all the way to her hipbones.

A faint sweet scent drifts with the rising steam.
It’s a naturally sweet aroma of trees, distinctly different from that of humans.

In a way, it’s filthy, and if one were concerned about hygiene, it could be considered dirty, but…
From the slightly protruding ankle bone to the lovely foot with a hollow center, such thoughts are erased.

“You like things like this, don’t you? Should I do something like this for you?”
“…”
“In my new boots… I wore these stockings the entire time, even while on the plane. What do you think? You like the scent of women.”
“I’m not really into SM, though.”

Both Se-young and Byul have a slightly perverse nature.
They enjoy being forced or constrained.

As a result, this domineering attitude couldn’t help but be both intriguing and refreshing.

This was a completely different approach from what Lee Se-Young had taken so far. Yet, for some reason, her breathing grew incredibly heated.

“You’re such a pervert, aren’t you?”

Skillfully, Lee Se-Young stepped on Si-heon’s cock with her heel, careful not to cause pain. He flinched at the slightest pressure.

“Yap.”

As Se-Young’s foot moved away, a pair of white lace panties was tossed onto his face. In the blink of an eye, the skirt-dropping star giggled and climbed onto his upper body.

“Si-heon, do you know how truly blessed you are?”
“What is this now?”

Stockinged feet were placed atop him, followed by the star’s underwear. It felt like being treated as a laundry machine.

Feeling mischievous, he murmured while stealing a glance at her panties.

“A sour smell. Didn’t you wash?”
“…!? No, no, that’s not it! You’re just picking on me because I’m easygoing, right?”

There wasn’t such a scent. Instead, there was the sweet and sour aroma of starfruits.

It wasn’t the kind of foul odor one would easily associate with underwear.

“Phew,”

Lee Se-Young snickered, and Byeol’s face turned beet red as she snatched the underwear from over my face. Sensing her emotional pain, I immediately reached out and embraced her.

“It’s fine, it’s fine.”
“…I don’t know. Being called a loser all the time…”
“Are you upset?”
“……”
“What do you mean, loser? How could a loser have a boyfriend?”
“You should apologize to the 3 million losers across the country. Sometimes, I feel like… I truly have no charm. Ugh-“

I stole a kiss from Byeol, whose self-esteem had plummeted. Her eyes welled up with tears, perhaps because I teased her too much. As I gently patted her back with my hand and caressed her slowly, Byeol began to cheer up.

A thick, swollen shaft protruded from the top of her underwear, and Se-Young took her position. She placed it between her thighs and used the bed’s rebound to move, little by little.

A sharp, painful sensation. Before long, a transparent yet warm liquid trickled down over it. Se-Young opened her mouth and drooled.

“…There, hm, are you okay?”

A different sensation. Se-Young, slightly mischievous, tore the stocking from one thigh and began rubbing both thighs together. One side felt rough, while the other was soft and pliable. She moved them left and right, up and down as she pleased, driving herself wild.

While receiving a desperate kiss from Byul, who stuck out her tongue, Se-Young caressed Byul’s chest and buttocks with both hands.

“…Hng, ah… ah. It’s your fault I’ve developed this habit…”
“Do you like it that much?”
“Yes.”

Byul murmured in a playful manner, wiping her tears as she shyly smiled.

At that moment, Se-Young’s body pressed down on Byul.

“Uhn!?”

The relatively petite Byul sat on Se-Young’s stomach, head bowed. Se-Young, who pressed Byul’s back with her own body, looked at me over Byul’s shoulder.

Se-young’s expression was sultry and brimming with desire.

“Lee Si-heon.”

Upon closer inspection, both Byul and Se-young had slightly bashful expressions. It was only natural, as they were sharing a man among friends, making the situation somewhat awkward.

Byul was content with just removing her underwear and endlessly kissing. Se-young, leaning her body against Byul’s back, gently lowered her floating hips.

“…Where do you think you’re touching now?”

A slightly rough sensation grazed the glans. Beyond it, the flesh was supple. As if they were playing a risqué quiz, Se-young pulled her lips away from Byul’s and immediately provided an answer.

“…Thighs?”
“Correct. And how about here?”

– Poo-wook.

This time, the sensation was even softer than before.

It felt like being gently squeezed by a swollen marshmallow, and beyond that, a layer of damp cloth could be felt.

“Your butt?”
“…”

Se-young, laughing lasciviously, shifted her lower body to make contact with another spot this time.

Se-Young’s lower body stirred tantalizingly, hidden from view.

The sensation of the stockings stretched on, as though a hole had been punctured somewhere. It slipped right into the opening in the stockings.

The space between the surface of the stockings and the flesh inside was quite vast.

“Well then…”

Damp with sweat, the underside of his cock was slick, while the top grazed the stockings and felt prickly. White underwear draped over the distinct touch of the crevice.

How long had it been kept for it to be this obscenely damp?

Se-Young flashed a provocative smile and slightly lifted her lower body to showcase her buttocks. The stockings rose to her waist and stopped precisely at the midsection of her hips, with the supple flesh divided into two layers.

It was for this reason that he inserted his cock into the gap between her crotch and underwear. Had a hole between her thighs been made beforehand?

“…Here?”

As Se-Young lowered her waist, the surface of her stockings, her underwear, and her pussy aligned perfectly.

Moist and slippery love fluid flowed down beneath the gown.

*Swish, swish.*

The sound of fabric and stockings intertwining. Embracing the star tightly to release the affection felt below, Se-Young began teasing Byul’s waist from above.

As their chests began to tremble, Lee Se-Young subtly twisted her waist to the left.

With the slight movement, her underwear shifted, and the erect penis slipped into the crevice.

*Tzuyujeok.*

“…Mmm, hah…hah…”

As she twisted her waist, semen flowed out simultaneously.

Se-Young, briefly convulsing, finally loosened her top.

“Hah… uh, yes.”

Byul had already lost her senses to Se-Young’s caresses.

“…Do you still want to play outside?”

The unbearable feeling drove them both crazy. Eventually, Se-Young rose from her seat and reached out to the dazed Byul.

“Huh… Is it enough?”

The lingering lust. How much time would it take to release it all?

Grasping Se-Young’s legs and spreading them wide, her cute, tightly closed vagina slightly opened.

“Ah, eek!? Wait, isn’t that too forceful? In front of Se-Young, this is a bit…”

Too late. As the openings aligned, it was thrust in as if charging forward. Se-Young’s lower abdomen bulged out.

“…Huhh…!”