Extra. Mr. Kang Joo-hyuk’s Family Affairs (5)

Sex drenched in sweat is good, but sex while washing is inevitably more special.

And that’s even better if the partner you’re washing with is ‘Seo Jia’.

How much was poured into this fair and soft, soft skin?

Even now, the dermatology costs sometimes make me flinch, but combined with her idol days, at least the price of a foreign car must have been invested.

To be able to directly apply foam to such expensive skin, there was no greater honor.

“The way you’re touching me is so lewd, Brother-in-law.”

“Because I’m going to do lewd things. You’re stating the obvious.”

“….”

Standing facing each other, I lewdly caress Ye-eun’s back.

While I’m at it, I grab her firm, bouncy butt tightly, and rub my sticky penis-sticky despite being wet from the water-against my firm abs.

…I feel it every time, but even though we’re the same species, a woman’s skin and a man’s skin are so very different.

At this point, aren’t they a different species?

But as a result of direct verification, it has been proven that breeding is possible between her and me.

It’s just that our genders are different, meaning she’s the same human as me.

Even if the way she looks is a bit like an angel.

“…Haa. Okay, fine. Please move away a little.”

“Why? I like this.”

Of course, she too, begging to be let go by this sleazy old man, must have been an ordinary woman when she was young.

I looked it up last time, too.

Was she in middle school? Appearing on an audition program with Haeun.

Ye-eun captured in the video back then was undeniably beautiful, but she didn’t have the level of fair and radiant skin she has now, even without makeup.

Her skin, her figure, everywhere.

The woman called idol ‘Seo Jia’ was created by pouring in countless money and effort.

…meaning I’m a notorious thief for completely snatching up that expensive woman.

After the scandal broke, I took all sorts of crap, but this was the reason I didn’t feel wronged.

“Dick… You need to wash it, right? Let go.”

“Alright.”

That ‘Seo Jia’ kneeling down, glancing sideways, applying foam to my dick.

…In fact, I think everyone has imagined it.

There are people who imagined it even before she debuted, and people who fantasized about it after she debuted and became famous.

What’s certain is that everyone must have imagined it at least once after the scandal broke.

Once they even posted on Instagram openly advertising that they had sex, stopping the thoughts must have been impossible.

“Haa….”

I couldn’t tell if her warm breath was a sigh or her catching her breath because her heart was pounding.

Warm water was rising in the bathtub, making it already humid and hot in this confined space, and receiving Jia’s warmth too made my head get even hotter.

…Of course, my dick had been like this for a long time now.

Still, it’s too much of a waste to cum just from a handjob, so holding back firmly, I watch her lustfully.

Seo Jia with her ponytail, soaked in water.

…Earlier, I said she looked like an angel half as a joke, but half of it was true.

She’s damnably pretty.

Compared to how she looked when she was young, it doesn’t seem like there are any particular places she’s had work done.

Why does a person have something like an aura that one can feel?

It’s like that with Hinami, and it’s like that with Jia too.

“…It’s damnably big. Really.”

“Sorry. For being born like this.”

“How… I don’t know how all of this fits inside. Brother-in-law.”

“I don’t know either. You guys know.”

“…We don’t know either.”

But just as I feel those kinds of feelings towards them, they too seemed to feel similar feelings towards me.

Whether it’s an aura or an imposing presence, I don’t know, but she too feels ‘something’ towards me.

Unable to bear being crushed by that ‘something’, she eventually convinced herself with the word ‘love’.

…Rubbing that innocent and proud face against my dick, she only pants heavily with eyes glazed over.

Still, compared to Hinami, you suit this kind of expression better.

When she does that, I feel a little… guilty.

Is it like a pitiful heroine from a Japanese coming-of-age film falling into corruption?

Compared to that, my sister-in-law is like the back view of a charismatic, proud queen, so I don’t really feel guilty.

Of course, the sense of taboo was slightly lacking because of that… but that could be filled in with the word ‘sister-in-law’.

“…Really. You shit dick. Go die….”

“What’s wrong, suddenly?”

“It’s true, isn’t it? …You slutty dick. Having absolutely no sense of chastity.”

“What are you talking about? …How much of a devoted man am I?”

“Pfft. If you’re saying it to be funny, I’ll give you that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Ahaha….”

Even though I said it myself, as I uttered a funny line, Jia, wiping my dick with a squelching sound, burst out laughing.

Although I said it to make her laugh, seeing her actually laugh felt a little strange.

…It wasn’t a 100% pure joke, though.

I too have something called a sense of chastity, and it’s true that I genuinely love my wives.

In the first place, humans aren’t required to love only one person, right?

If my wives awaken to homosexuality and get together with each other, I have no intention of saying anything.

And if, when I return, they think of me first, that’s fine.

…Of course, other men are absolutely not allowed, though.

“Ah, my stomach hurts…. Brother-in-law. Stop talking crap. …You just said you met your ex-girlfriend a moment ago and got turned on, didn’t you?”

“I said we ran into each other, I never said that.”

“You got horny seeing your ex-girlfriend and came looking for me, didn’t you? …Because she looks like me?”

But my sister-in-law, perhaps misunderstanding strangely, grabbed my fully erect dick tightly and said in a cold voice.

…Of course, her face was flushed red, though.

Surprised by her determination, as if she would tear my dick apart depending on my answer, I stroked her head and said shamelessly.

“In the first place, besides you guys, I’ve never dated anyone.”

“…Dating or being sex friends, it’s all the same thing, isn’t it?”

“It’s different. A relationship where only bodies mix versus one where even hearts mix.”

“If someone heard this, they’d think I like you (Brother-in-law), wouldn’t they?”

“Aren’t you?”

“…That’s right. I like you (Brother-in-law).”

“See-“

“I like your dick (Brother-in-law). …But you (Brother-in-law)… not yet.”

As if she had predicted I would talk shamelessly, my sister-in-law put on a sly expression learned from Hinami, giggled while rubbing my dick wildly against her cheek.

…She likes my dick, not me.

What a joke.

“For someone who says that, you like it more during kisses than when you’re getting fucked, don’t you?”

“That’s…, Ah. Mmph…♡”

She likes my tongue more than my dick.

To tell such a lie, which would be immediately obvious if I forced her up and kissed her.

…It seems my sister-in-law really, really likes getting scolded by her Brother-in-law.

Slap, slap, every time her wet butt is hit, her body trembles, and I feel her hugging me tightly.

Spanking, kissing, it’s truly strange, you know.

These acts have no relation whatsoever to ‘breeding’.

Sometimes things like this are several times more arousing than sex.

That’s because we are humans, not beasts.

“…Puhah…♡ Ah. …Don’t kiss me suddenly….”

“I also don’t do things you dislike.”

“….”

Just because it’s a coercive relationship doesn’t mean everything goes according to my will.

The reason I can handle her roughly is because she wants to be handled roughly by me.

The reason I can live with four wives is because my wives agreed that it was okay.

If I lacked the stamina and couldn’t satisfy them, surely they would have fought until one of them left.

That’s why I felt an even stronger sense of responsibility.

Because if I collapse, the relationship will break down completely.

“…It’s slippery, so lean on me properly.”

“……Yes.”

In the end, sex is not an act where only one side is satisfied.

In my youth, the reason I couldn’t maintain deep relationships was likely because they were relationships where only one side, either me or my partner, was satisfied.

But not anymore.

I love them,

and they love me too.

“……Faster. Ah…♡”

Leaning against the transparent wall, she waits only for me, and I connect with her.

She’s six years younger than me.

At a young age, she became a mother, a pitiful woman.

My sister-in-law, who put even her own child into her older sister’s family register fearing they’d become prey for reporters.

Someday, I’ll have to repay this debt.

Even now, she is still sporadically criticized, but she actually did nothing wrong.

If there’s a fault,

it’s being too lewd.

“Ugh…♡”

It’s dangerous if we slip, so slowly.

Like the day I first blackmailed her.

Pang, pang.

This time, not between the thighs, but pushing my dick into her vaginal opening and crushing her,

I continued a tender and leisurely sex until she was satisfied.

“Haa…. Ha. Brother-in-law.”

“…Ye-eun.”

“Please say you love me too….”

“I love you.”

“……Me too.”

…Craving even my rotten love, which smells black and musty from being starved for affection.

To comfort our poor and pitiful sister-in-law.

I,

Thrust my hips harder to take responsibility for her.

Because we’re in a relationship where this is the only way we can express our true feelings.

I can’t shout out in public that I love you,

…nor can I boast to anyone that I’m in love.

Between the idol who hasn’t been forgotten,

and her sister’s husband.