episode_0057

One quiet afternoon, Haeyeon sits in a corner of a bustling cafe, sipping coffee and waiting for someone.

As the appointed time of 1 PM arrives, the cafe door opens, and a couple enters. A woman in a blouse and cardigan, and a man in a black shirt. The two look around the cafe for a moment, then begin to approach Haeyeon.

“Ms. Haeyeon, is that you?”

“Yes, it’s nice to meet you.”

Haeyeon ignores the man greeting her, looking at the woman standing behind him as she speaks.

“Ha, haha… I’m Kim Dohyeon. This is my wife… Baek Jiwan.”

“Seo Haeyeon.”

“First… I want to thank you for meeting us like this.”

Kim Dohyeon sits down and bows.

Haeyeon looks at him for a moment, then turns her gaze back to Baek Jiwan.

“So. You’re requesting a *netorare*?”

“…Yes. Please.”

“Hmm, your wife is pretty.”

“Y-Yes, th-that’s right.”

Haeyeon smiles subtly. Baek Jiwan, her head bowed low, glances up; her gaze is full of desire.

“Well, alright. I’ll accept.”

“…W-What did you say…?”

“I’ll take your wife.”

“…Ah. Th-Thank you…”

Kim Dohyeon’s words cause Haeyeon to barely suppress a burst of laughter. *Taking his wife*, and he says *thank you*? The absurdity of this man having Baek Jiwan all this time amused her.

“Thank you? You said the location would be your home, right?”

“Yes…”

“Hmm, is that your husband’s opinion?”

“No, my wife…”

Kim Dohyeon said it hesitantly, his voice barely a whisper. Baek Jiwan, sitting next to him, pokes his side repeatedly.

“Ugh, I’m going to the restroom.”

“O-Oh? Y-Yes… G-Go ahead.”

Sighing, Baek Jiwan rises and heads to the cafe restroom.

Silence falls on the two remaining at the table. Only the surrounding chatter exists. I had nothing to say, and Kim Dohyeon sat with his head hung low, silent.

“You asked me to take your wife at home, right?”

“Y-Yes, yes…”

I looked at him, taking a sip of coffee.

“I wouldn’t do it that way.”

“…Yes?”

“Never mind if you don’t understand. It’s hilarious though.”

To have someone come to your home to have sex with your wife. What could be funnier? Inviting an outsider into the sanctity of your family, an outsider who will have sex with your own wife. This man’s lack of wariness was almost comical.

“I usually don’t ask this, but I’ll ask one more time. Are you really sure?”

“…Yes. I’m sure.”

“Well, then that’s that. Don’t complain if she’s taken later. It was your choice in the first place, wasn’t it?”

“…”

“Pfft, what’s so wrong with Mr. Kim that this is NTR. What a hopeless man.”

At Haeyeon’s words, Kim Dohyeon bows his head again. Unable to even offer an excuse; the more I saw him, the less I liked him.

“Ugh, I’ll also go to the restroom.”

“Y-Yes…”

Haeyeon gets up and walks towards the restroom.

Inside the restroom, she sees Baek Jiwan washing her hands.

“Ah… H-Haeyeon…”

“Pfft, I said we’d meet again, didn’t I?”

“No, don’t… H-Here…”

“Open your mouth.”

I went to Baek Jiwan’s side, grabbed her wrists, and forced her mouth open.

Her mouth opens slightly. I pressed my lips to hers, thrusting my tongue deep inside.

Because of the significant height difference, I had to bend down, making it look like I was devouring Baek Jiwan. I held both of her wrists with one hand and lifted her chin with the other.

Our tongues intertwined, the sound of our saliva mixing could be heard.

“Mmm, mmph… Mmm…”

“Mph, pwah, hmm…”

“H-Haeyeon…”

“You must have been suffering a lot, haven’t you? So sloppy.”

“Th-This… I mean…”

I slid my hand under her skirt, feeling her sticky wetness. My fingers stained with her juices; separating my fingers to showcase the viscous threads, Baek Jiwan’s face turns red.

“You knew you’d come back to me eventually. Why did you leave?”

“M-Mmm…”

“Huh? Tell me.”

“I-I can’t live without Haeyeon… A-Ah, I know…”

“Hmm.”

“A-At first, it was fine… B-But my body… My body craves Haeyeon’s cum… S-So…”

Baek Jiwan continued, her eyes shining with lust. The sound of her swallowing her saliva echoed in the restroom. With a flushed face, she looked at Haeyeon, yearning for something. Haeyeon slid her hand between her legs again.

“So this is why you’re so wet?”

“Y-Yes, yes… When I kissed Haeyeon-nim, I got wet…”

“Did you sleep with anyone else besides your husband?”

“O-One… person…”

Haeyeon said, rubbing her thick, wet labia through her panties.

“Tell me.”

“His name is Kim Taeseong… H-He’s 20… 20… A-Ah, I-I don’t know… He had a small dick, less than 30cm…”

“Did you feel pleasure with him?”

“No… I couldn’t feel anything… I can only feel pleasure with my master…”

Baek Jiwan trembled as she spoke. Haeyeon slightly pinched her labia.

“How’s this?”

“Mmm…❤︎G-Good…❤︎”

“You like having your labia pinched?”

“No…❤︎ M-Master! I love your touch❤︎”

Baek Jiwan moaned continuously, her juices flowing. Her legs weakened and she began to collapse.

I braced her as she fell and inserted my finger into her cunt.

“Mmm..❤︎Ugh…❤︎”

“Hmm. Tight. Didn’t loosen up well with just one time?”

“M-Mmm❤︎ M-Master❤︎ M-Master❤︎”

“Are you going to cum from just my fingers?”

“B-But… M-More than my husband, more than Taeseong…❤︎ Ugh… My master’s fingers are thicker…❤︎”

“Pfft, you stupid slut.”

I rubbed my two thick fingers roughly against her inner labia, tormenting her cunt. The juices spurted out as I scratched at her quivering walls. With her hips shaking wildly, Baek Jiwan’s moans erupted.

Her legs spread wide, her skirt drenched in juices as Jiwan reached her climax. She tried to cover her mouth, but her moans were still deafeningly loud. These moans were nearly loud enough to concern me; they were understandable considering how long it had been.

“Uuuugh❤︎ Aaaah❤︎”

“Keep your voice down. Someone will come out.”

“M-My skirt… My skirt… G-Good… Good…❤︎”

“Will your husband be okay with this?”

“I-It’s fine❤︎ I don’t care❤︎”

Jiwan reached her climax, her head thrown back. Her juices were overflowing onto the bathroom floor.

Pshhheeeewwww! Pshhhhhheeeeewww!

As I pulled my finger out of her cunt, the juices gushed out like a waterfall. The sticky liquid turned into a torrential stream, spreading across the bathroom floor.

“I’ll be outside, so hurry up and come out. Okay?”

“Y-Yes, yes…”

“So cute. My little teacher.”

“M-Mmm…❤︎”

Leaving Baek Jiwan, unable to support herself after her climax, I went out of the restroom.

The cafe was surprisingly quiet. Couples watched each other nervously, and Kim Dohyeon stared at me with a mixture of emotions in his eyes.

I sat back down opposite him and he slowly spoke.

“…Ins-Inside… Wh-What kind of… thing… did you…”

“Why? I gave you *netorare*, didn’t I?”

“….Th-That… W-We were supposed to… do that… tomorrow…?!”

“Tomorrow’s one, today’s one. What’s the difference? Why are you angry?”

“B-But…!”

As he began to raise his voice, I lightly tapped the table. His coffee cup slightly lifted before falling over.

“You’re the one who gave your wife away, aren’t you?”

“…Ugh…”

“Poor Jiwan. Pfft, it’s good for me, though.”

Kim Dohyeon silently bowed his head. As I laughed, looking at him, a disheveled Jiwan slowly approached.

“…Ah…”

“…W-What…? Wh-What’s…hmm… ha-happened…?”

“I-It’s nothing…”

Kim Dohyeon, seemingly seeing her disheveled state for the first time, stared at Jiwan wide-eyed. His gaze drifted from her damp skirt to the table.

We got up and left the cafe.

Before parting ways, Haeyeon looked at them and said:

“Let’s make it no masturbation, no sex until the day after tomorrow.”

“…What? What are you—”

“Yes, alright.”

“…Jiwan?”

“We’ll do that, Master…❤︎”

Ignoring the bewildered Dohyeon, I stroked Jiwan’s hair before going home.

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As I arrived home, a sweet scent wafted through the air.

After giving my clothes to Ayeong who came to greet me, I went to the source of the aroma.

“Ah…❤︎ Y-You’re here, Master…❤︎”

“That sweet smell… it’s you?”

“Mmm…❤︎ Such a sweet… smell…?”

“Didn’t you know?”

In the kitchen, there was Seoa.

Seoa had placed a large bucket on the table and was expressing herself, extracting her breast milk.

“Y-Yes, yes… C-Continuous… climax…❤︎ M-My milk… won’t stop…❤︎”

“Shall I try some?”

Taking a glass, I poured a cup of the plentiful breast milk.

A sweet aroma rich aroma filled my mouth, and a smooth texture went down. It was far more delicious than any milk on the market.

“Delicious.”

“Mmm❤︎ Th-Thank you…”

The breast milk flowed from Seoa’s breasts, filling the bucket but showing no signs of stopping. Watching Seoa at a loss of how to deal with this, I called the two resting in the living room.

I called Ayeong and Daeun and had them suck Seoa’s breasts.

After about an hour. Seoa’s breasts stopped producing milk.

“I-It stopped…”

“Good job. Rest well.”

“…Ah, Y-Yes… Master…❤︎”

Seoa rested her head on my lap and fell asleep.

As late afternoon arrived, I moved Seoa to her bed and returned to the living room.

Three figures asleep on the sofa.

I took Ayeong and Daeun, and Lemon – each in turn – to the bedroom.

I put two women on either side of the large double bed and lay down in the middle. Seoa and Daeun immediately grabbed my arms. I kissed Seoa on the forehead before closing my eyes.