Side Story. Mr. Kang Joo-hyuk’s Family Affairs (24)

If you think of a cocktail bar, you’d usually imagine a place where you exchange conversation with the bartender, but this place seemed a bit different.

The owner of this place served us cocktails, then served snacks made by mixing nachos with various things, moved away from her spot, and plopped down onto the nearby sofa.

Well, even so, the place itself is on the small side, so you can probably hear everything anyway.

“…So, what are you planning to do after drinking that you went through all the trouble to lure me here?”

“Oppa, the only thing you do after drinking is just one thing, isn’t it.”

“That… you can do even after going home.”

“Aw, the atmosphere is different. …Heh heh.”

Anyway, since I came this far, being self-conscious felt kind of ridiculous.

Whether I even know about the marriage registration with Hinami in Japan, I don’t know, but at least that older sister seems to know that we’re in a deep relationship as man and woman.

Instead, as if showing off, Hinami wet her lips with a sweet cocktail and gently stroked my thigh.

…I did the same thing in the car, but I didn’t do it in front of people at least.

This slut.

Because she thinks she’s in front of someone she won’t betray, she’s getting horny.

“Stop acting like a pervert. Here, ah. Eat some snack.”

“Ah. Yes. Mmph…”

Still, for now, with her mischievousness much greater, I forced a nacho into Hinami’s mouth, and I also took a sip of my martini.

It tasted damn awful, but since a sweet scent wafted from beside me, it was somewhat drinkable.

In the end, who you drink alcohol with is what’s important.

No matter how good the alcohol is, if you drink it alone, it’s no different from 2,000 won soju, and even cheap alcohol becomes no different from an aphrodisiac when you drink it with a woman like Hinami.

“Haa, I thought my mouth would tear open. Oppa. This is too big. You should have given me a smaller one.”

“…You usually handle much bigger things just fine, so don’t make excuses.”

“……That’s soft and squishy, though.”

“Not hard?”

“Compared to the snack. Puhuhu….”

Casually putting my arm around Hinami’s waist, as I enjoyed the suggestive banter, the bartender older sister, who had moved aside just to watch, also wore a lewd smile.

Maybe she opened this bar, choosing customers specifically, because she wanted to watch things like this?

While I thought about how many different sexual kinks exist in the world, even I, who was being watched, felt far more thrill than discomfort.

…Ah, fuck. Right.

I too, honestly, until now, desperately wanted to brag like crazy.

If I hadn’t had children, Hinami and Jia’s contract would have ended, and I would have immediately thrown off these shackles.

The reason I’m holding back so much is purely because after the kids grow up, I fear the social stigma they’ll face; it’s not that I’m worried about being stabbed, or that I’m afraid of my reputation going to shit.

“…Want to check right now?”

“Huh? …Here?”

“Then where else.”

“……”

If it were up to me, right now, I’d take Hinami, walk out to Hongdae, grab her ass, and tease her.

I’d even have Jia, who’s supposedly on her way, sandwiched between my arms, walking around, and kissing them alternately on the main street.

…But the repercussions wouldn’t fall solely on me.

I have to release those dangerous desires here, at least somehow.

“…Owner-nim. Do you have tissues and wet wipes here?”

“Ah, yes. We have them. Just a moment.”

“Unnie…!”

Actually, I’d vaguely suspected it for a while now.

No windows, and a place so private it felt excessive.

Why else would they have crammed a sofa in there, despite everything, of all things?

…And not just any sofa, but one that looked unnecessarily plush.

“Here you go. …Should I clear the space for you?”

“Whatever’s convenient for you. …Ah, I don’t need this.”

“…Really?”

The owner, getting up from the sofa, rummaged through a cabinet to get the tissues and wet wipes, and subtly slipped a condom in and handed it over.

But I politely refused it, took only what I originally asked for, then picked up the flustered Hinami and lifted her up, pulling her away from the bar table.

Held by the armpits, Hinami, dangling as she was carried to me, was plopped onto the sofa. Only then did she start frantically slapping her own cheeks and making a fuss.

“Oppa! Really, are we really…?”

“…Isn’t that why I brought you to this shady place?”

“Well…, yes, but. Uh, at least get drunk…”

“Looking at your complexion, you already seem drunk.”

“…Because of whom?”

“Have you forgotten who you came here to drink with?”

Hinami, looking back and forth between me and the owner, finally slumped her shoulders, bowed her head, and squeezed her eyes shut.

With her eyes closed, she slowly reached out her hand to me and pulled down my zipper.

“…You’re not looking, Unnie.”

“Isn’t that why we came here, to show her?”

“Th-that… I wanted to show you guys being lovey-dovey, not that you’re a total pervert, Oppa…”

“…If you get any drunker, you won’t even care about that.”

With my pants zipper down, I picked up the remaining martini on the table and handed it to her.

Hinami, flushed red from a mix of excitement, shame, embarrassment, and alcohol, without any suspicion, took the glass I gave her and gulped it down.

“…Mmph, Keuhuk…”

“Hey. You can’t drink martinis like that.”

“No, I naturally thought it was mine…!”

I gave it to her intending it as a mouth rinse, but she just gulped it down without even opening her eyes or suspecting anything.

…She’s really cute. Seeing her like this.

If I told her to take off all her clothes here, put on a trench coat, and go outside to take a proof shot, she’d probably obey obediently.

No, that’s not right. She’d pretend to be shy, then take the photo with a lewd expression while giggling.

Even without being told to undress, this woman would unbutton the coat herself, take a picture naked, then quickly return and ask me to fuck her.

She’s done it before.

“Keuhuk, haa. Ah, my throat feels dry… Ugh, what is this…!”

“…It got on your mouth, so I’m wiping it.”

“Who… wipes alcohol off their dick, Oppa…”

“Mmph…”

…Hinami was always a woman looking for a Master.

Normally, when people are alone together, they cannot distinguish between Master and slave.

It’s only when someone is watching that the hierarchy truly divides.

No matter how forcefully I ravish her, cum inside her plenty, tie her up and spank her, or enjoy sadistic sex, when it’s just the two of us, it’s merely foreplay.

Actions performed in front of someone are all reality.

“…Mmph…♡, Mmph…♡”

…Just a clear fact.

Once, Hinami, the idol loved by everyone,

who shone brightly for just a year before disappearing, the baseball player Kang Joo-hyuk’s fleshlight, that’s the truth of this world.

What happens in that high-rise apartment is all imaginary, but here in this bar, her sucking my dick is in the realm of reality.

…You’re watching, aren’t you.

Over there, with lewd eyes, there’s an audience member watching.

“……Mmph…, Ugh…♡”

Until now, the audience recording us was always the camera.

The rest were all participants, so they couldn’t be counted as audience.

But what could that older sister be thinking, watching her acquaintance being forcefully fucked like this?

Is she surprised that Hinami has such a lewd side?

Or is she wondering how I managed to have sex with such a large dick?

…Or maybe not.

“…Mmph…… Puhah…♡ Haa…. Haa……♡”

“…When is Jia coming?”

“I don’t know…♡ She seems like she’ll be here soon…♡”

…Or is she wondering what kind of person I am, really?

Surely, people harboring the same question are abundant in the world.

Having a busty, fucking beautiful girlfriend, and messing around with that girlfriend’s sister, who’s supposedly an idol – what kind of crazy bastard is he? Everyone must have speculated.

But the owner over there is the first person to see that fantasy realized in reality.

…A man who treats two female idols like toys, making them his own.

For the first time, I received ‘recognition’.

Of course, the owner here didn’t say anything, but.

There was no other explanation for it.

“…Then open your mouth again.”

“…Mmph…♡.”

Until Jia arrives.

I continued to defile Hinami’s mouth to my heart’s content, accepting the faint alcohol remaining on the mucous membranes, gradually getting drunk.

Ah, I won’t be able to drive today either.

I called for a designated driver, I wonder if the same driver from last time will show up.

That would be funny.

One woman remains the same, and now there’s another woman beside her, maybe he’ll write another article.

Well, the person who came to Yangpyeong probably won’t come to Hongdae too.

I should show the driver coming today something better.

…This,

is more fun than I thought.

“Mmph…♡”

Thump thump.

As I was being thoroughly pleasured by Hinami’s tongue, the owner, who had been watching us, heard a knock and calmly walked towards the door.

She opened the door slightly, confirmed the identity, and guided her inside.

“Hey, Hinami. Why are you at this time-“

“Phehe…♡ Hehe. Hel-lo…♡”

“……”

Seo Jia, seeing her friend dripping saliva with a lewd expression in front of others, rubbing my dick on her cheek,

took off her hood, looked back and forth between the three of us,

“…You’re crazy. Seriously.”

With a disbelieving chuckle,

…she quietly went to the sofa and sat down next to Hinami.

And then.

Grasping my dick, dripping with Hinami’s saliva,

she spat on it.

“What the hell are you doing, you filthy thing?”

“Who’s calling who filthy right now? …You total pervert.”

…Well,

anyway, a beautiful woman’s saliva isn’t dirty.

It didn’t particularly bother me, though.