episode_0003

“I feel like I only have you.”

“….”

I didn’t understand what nonsense he was talking about at that moment. Running away when we were short of raising a child together, and now coming back to me?

Seeing his expression that seemed to say, “You’ll listen to me, right?” as if it were obvious, I couldn’t help but get angry.

“You always do whatever you want.”

It had always been like that.

Back in school, when we started dating, he took my first time.

– I’m a virgin…

– Bullshit. Be thankful if someone offers.

Although he seemed a bit taken aback by the fact that it was also his first time, he indulged in pleasure thereafter, and I don’t remember much. Maybe we used up all three condoms he brought.

But the important thing was that my consent was nowhere in the picture.

From canceling plans for hot pot and going for tonkatsu, to changing reservations last minute before going out, this behavior became increasingly frequent.

And perhaps on the day Yuhee was conceived, as much as I hate to admit it, it was Nayoung’s decision.

– Let’s do it without protection.

– What are you saying? What if I get pregnant!

– Other people do it without protection! If you get pregnant, just give birth! Don’t you want to marry me?

– That’s…

Honestly, marriage is marriage, and I wanted to do it without protection. I often wondered how it would feel beyond the condom’s texture, touching directly on my skin. But without any hesitation, Nayoung was already overlapping with me, moving his hips.

– Wait a minute!

It was the first and last time. It felt better than ever before, and I couldn’t restrain myself.

By the time I regained my senses, we had already done it several times, and emergency contraception was futile.

If I had firmly resisted at that moment, this tragedy wouldn’t have happened.

That’s why I can’t speak harshly. I also bear some responsibility.

“You really…”

Giving birth to Yuhee was fine. Despite receiving heavy criticism from both families, we got married, settled into jobs, and planned to live without burdening Yuhee too much.

But causing harm to me and causing harm to Yuhee are different things. It’s akin to being two-faced.

If he caused me harm, he should have at least stayed by Yuhee’s side until she grew up, if not forever.

Nayoung abandoned his responsibilities as a parent. I could forgive many things, but not this.

“I thought I would just say ‘Sure.’”

“….”

“Listen well. I liked you back then, but not anymore. I don’t want to live with someone who whimsically harms their own child.”

Perhaps feeling remorse himself, he still didn’t respond.

The tonkatsu had gone cold and the soup had settled so much that it looked spoiled, but I forced myself to eat the tonkatsu anyway.

On the other hand, Nayoung hadn’t touched his except for one piece.

“Well…”

As I was about to finish almost everything without a word, he finally spoke up.

“Why did you date someone like me for so long…?”

“….”

This time, it was my turn to fall silent. I wiped off the crumbs from my lips while pondering.

Surprisingly, he had been diligent in financial matters, and I hadn’t suffered financially. We only went where he wanted to eat and play, but I didn’t mind. In fact, it was convenient for me that he made those decisions. So, I might have followed along for that reason.

Perhaps he was considerate in small ways that I appreciated.

Or maybe I just didn’t want to lose my first girlfriend.

“I don’t know. But I guess I liked you back then. I liked that you were independent yet considerate of me.”

“….”

“I’m not ready for it yet.”

She drew the line once again. When Nayoung gave up on Yoohee, she could clearly organize her thoughts at that moment.

Our divorce happened because of Yoohee.

“Nayoung. When will you bring Yoohee back?”

“Are you really going to bring her back?”

“We promised to bring her back when we earn money.”

“We said that back then… but can we really bring Yoohee back?”

“What are you talking about?”

“To be honest, our financial situation is tight, and I’m fine like this. And wouldn’t it be better for Yoohee to be an orphan rather than having such inadequate parents like us?”

“How can you say that…”

I was disappointed by her overly self-centered attitude. From then on, a deep rift formed between Nayoung and me, leading to conflicts and eventually divorce.

“Even if Yoohee accepts you, I don’t think I can accept you.”

“….”

“I came to meet you today for the last time. I didn’t know things would turn out this way.”

I tidied up and stood up. There’s nothing more to say to Nayoung.

The only thing I can do from now on is to wish her well, hoping she meets someone better than me.

“I’ll take care of the money. Goodbye.”

“….”

I left the restaurant without looking back.

If I had looked back and seen her sad expression, my heart might have weakened unintentionally.

~~~

“Ugh…!”

I had a conversation with my dad for the first time in years. I probably set a new record. I wanted to talk more, but it’s a shame.

It would have been perfect if it weren’t for the fact that the situation occurred right after I masturbated while thinking about my dad.

“He didn’t notice at all…”

Lost in my certainty of being alone, I didn’t even hear the sound of the front door opening or my dad’s usual kind greeting.

The sight of my dad still lingers in my mind. Honestly, when I saw my dad’s face head-on after a long time, I almost instinctively covered myself.

With his forehead raised in a 2:8 ratio, sharp jawline, well-toned muscles on his arms—always maintaining his physique—and an ideal height, he excited me so much that I couldn’t bear it anymore and went back to my room.

“Sigh…”

Today’s dad was perfect, but his fashion sense just now was off. Even if he’s not good at dressing, it was unusual for my dad to dress like that. I felt uncomfortable with my dad’s attire.

“Could he have found out?”

I checked the CCTV camera I secretly installed in my dad’s room. I placed it discreetly in the gap next to the wardrobe that my dad never touches. This way, it gives a precarious view.

“….!”

Although not clearly visible, I saw my dad sitting on the bed leaning against the wall, just like I was lying on the bed with my legs spread against the wall, about ten minutes ago when I was moaning while masturbating.

“I’ve been caught…!”

How embarrassing… How am I going to live…! Why did I decide to take a half-day off today of all days! If I had to take time off, I should have said something!

“Phew…”

But it’s okay. He won’t know that I’m doing this while thinking about him. He’ll probably just see it as a young woman relieving her sexual tension.

“…!”

Relieved for a moment, my dad suddenly started taking off his pants. And… he took off his underwear too.

Something protruded between my dad’s large, clenched fists.

My dad’s penis that I always imagined while masturbating. It was much larger than I had imagined, leaving my mouth agape.

“Ah, ugh…!”

In sync with my dad’s hand movements, my hand began moving again.

My fingers slipped into my panties, sliding into the already moist hole. I usually put in two fingers, but that penis was on another level. It felt like I needed to put in three.

It was the first time I saw my dad masturbating. Although I recently installed the CCTV, until now, I had only seen him sleeping or using his phone.

However, the fact that Dad masturbated clearly indicated his excitement. The trigger was probably… my moans.

“Ah, mm…!”

As Dad’s movements quickened, I too began to stroke more intensely.

My fingers were tiny compared to Dad’s penis. Just imagining how much it would enter made my vagina involuntarily tighten.

“Ah!!”

As my hips bucked, I couldn’t bear to look at the monitor anymore. The guilt of catching Dad in the act of masturbating and the sense that I shouldn’t desire him only further stimulated my sexual urges.

“What should I do…! I’m being overwhelmed by Dad…!”

Dad’s thick, rough hands roamed over my chest. Squeezing and releasing, he pressed and released my nipples with his index finger, engulfing my breasts.

With just two fingers inserted by his other hand, the thickness of his fingers made my vagina feel stretched.

“Ah… ah…!”

Due to Dad’s thumb vigorously rubbing my clitoris, my body twitched strangely. Even though I had imagined being intimate with Dad hundreds of times, each time felt like a new sensation.

“Haah…”

Glancing at the screen, it seemed Dad had also climaxed, as he was wiping himself with tissue. Though I couldn’t hear, his panting figure looked sturdy.

“He’s wearing such strange clothes here….”

Dad briefly disappeared from view, then reappeared. This must have been when Dad and I had conversed.

After a brief stretch, changing clothes, he left.

“Haah….”

Entering Dad’s room, there were scattered clothes from suits to casual wear.

“Ugh!”

A hint of cologne mixed with Dad’s scent lingered. And because he had climaxed, there was a faint smell of night-blooming flowers in the room.

“Huh, uhh…!”

Covering my face with Dad’s shirt, I continued to stimulate myself with my fingers. As Dad’s image became clearer in my mind, I grew more aroused.

‘Oh, this is not right….’

This wasn’t my room; it was Dad’s. If by chance I emitted any fluids on the sheets, he might suspect the source.

Hastily grabbing my clothes, I left Dad’s room and returned to mine.

Ugh.

I buried my face in the clothes on the pillow, savoring their scent.

Mixed with my room’s scent, a stronger aroma filled the air.

“Dad… ah♥”

Continuing until Dad arrived, I lost track of time and indulged in fantasies about him.