Side Story. Mr. Kang Joo-hyuk’s Family Affairs (27)

You might mistake it, but this isn’t a hotel; it’s strictly a bar.

It has a bathroom, sofas, and cushions, but no bed. Instead, it’s a cocktail bar with a closet packed full of various liquors.

It’s a bit of a shame to only have sex in uncomfortable positions in a place like this.

There was still some alcohol left from before, and I was planning to order more anyway.

After I had a good, long cum inside Ye-eun, we took turns showering, getting dressed again, and sat side-by-side on the sofa.

Of course, I was the only one who put my old clothes back on; the other two wore new clothes Hinami bought today.

I’d left them in the car, so I went up to get them, and choosing the clothes was my job too.

…From a very wide variety of outfits, I picked the most sensible-looking one: an off-the-shoulder sweater and a fluttery tennis skirt.

Weird-looking dresses, qipaos, bikinis with animal prints.

Or if they wore something like cosplay outfits here, it would undeniably scream ‘entertainment establishment,’ right?

That wasn’t really my style.

“If we call a designated driver, won’t we get caught? We look like we just had sex, anyone can tell.”

“Let them recognize us, then. It doesn’t matter; we were caught last time too and nothing happened.”

Anyway, I put my hands on the shoulders of the two women dressed in casual date outfits and chatted while looking up at the ceiling.

…Ah, even though I said that, this makes me look like the head of some criminal organization.

If I crossed my legs here and lit a cigarette, with that scar on my shoulder, I’d be the perfect villain.

It’s not exactly wrong, but still, I have some dignity as the father of your children, so I straightened my posture.

“? Oppa. Why aren’t you touching our breasts and just sitting there?”

“…Just because.”

But maybe that looked even stranger, because Hinami, who had been giggling while sipping a sweet cocktail, tilted her head.

…Haha. Well, considering the trajectory of my life so far, doing something would actually be more normal.

Just a little while ago, I literally put my cock in Hinami’s mouth right in front of the owner.

“What? …Are you tired already, Oppa? I heard you were incredible last time we went to the ryokan.”

“Tired? No… I’m just feeling a bit tipsy.”

“Ahaha, already? You? The person whose face doesn’t even turn red no matter how much alcohol you chug?”

Perhaps not sensing my delicate feelings at all, Hinami burst into laughter and playfully smacked my back as if finding it unbelievable.

I really wish she understood why I chose these clothes instead of the revealing ones.

“….”

…See? Ye-eun understood without me having to spell it out.

Well, given the place, no matter what we do, this decadent atmosphere isn’t going away.

“Hmm? …Ah, ah.”

Hinami, looking glum while leaning against the sofa and fiddling with her phone, suddenly seemed to realize something and tapped her fist onto her palm with a ‘kong’ sound.

Then, rolling her eyes, she let the corners of her mouth droop slightly, and stealthily moved closer until she rested one leg on my thigh.

She then rubbed against me with her still-damp hair, before eventually wedging her butt between my legs and tilting her head back.

“…Why? Oppa. Do we look cheap to you?”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Aw, that’s why you deliberately picked plain clothes, Oppa. …There were quite a few revealing outfits too.”

“….”

“It’s just us anyway, so what’s the big deal? Even if Ji-ah and I danced on poles in club attire here, you’d be the only one watching.”

“…The owner is here too.”

“Ah, right.”

Hinami, having read my mind, giggled and pressed herself close against me, then pretended to be startled, suddenly remembering the owner’s presence.

Then, covering her face as if embarrassed and squirming, she suddenly grabbed Jia’s arm, who was still playing on her phone next to her.

“…What is it?”

“Jia-ah. How are we supposed to live after this, with our stylist watching? I’m so embarrassed…”

“…Are you crazy?”

“Hey, is that how you talk to your friend? Besides, I’m older than you, you know?”

“Don’t brag about being older by just a month. …And I said you seem crazy because you are crazy, so why?”

It looked like she had a plan to involve Jia in something mischievous, but unfortunately, my sister-in-law-to-be coldly pushed Hinami away and crossed her legs haughtily.

…Because the skirt was so short, my gaze kept drifting to her thighs and the area around them.

If I lifted it just a little… it would be right there.

The two of them, noticing immediately that my eyes were fixed there, frowned simultaneously and stealthily leaned close to my ears.

“What is it, Oppa? …You didn’t look at my thighs with that expression before.”

“…You want my thighs even after having so much sex? Pervert.”

Their whispers, echoing surround-sound from both sides, tickled my eardrums.

By now, Jia had also draped herself over my left shoulder, while Hinami sat sideways directly on my thigh, whispering coolly into my ear.

Of course, Jia’s thighs were tempting, but Hinami, usually so bubbly and cheerful, whispering in a low voice had a stronger effect on me.

“…You’re hard again, Oppa.”

“Fucking pervert.”

Casually, they took off their shoes, knelt on the sofa, and yanked down the pants I had just put back on.

…Surrounded by them, I didn’t bother speaking and instead downed the cocktail on the table.

The refreshing scent of lime and mint filled my mouth, followed by a sweet taste.

“Haa…♡”

“Heup…♡”

…While teasing my ears from both sides, my still-hard cock was being delicately caressed.

The stimulation was too light to be called handjob.

A minimal act, like gently stroking with fingers.

But compared to that ticklish caress, the auditory stimulation was intense enough to shatter my eardrums.

“…Mmph…, Phew. Peeervert…♡”

“Do you like calling your sister-in-law to a bar and using her like a whore? You piece of trash…♡”

Hinami, thrusting her tongue into me wetly with affection.

Seo Ye-eun, spewing lewd accusations mixed with affection and hate.

…I couldn’t say which one I preferred.

I liked both.

Because if I said who I liked more, they wouldn’t let me go until I took it back.

“…Owner. Please make me one more cocktail.”

“What kind would you like?”

“One more Martini.”

“Yes.”

…So,

I enjoyed the skin and saliva of the women who liked me, and ordered another cocktail I didn’t even like.

There was only one reason.

…Since we were going to kiss anyway,

I wanted you two to taste this unpleasant cocktail too.

That way,

You’ll enjoy the sex that follows even more.

**

When I brought the clothes from the car, unfortunately, I didn’t bring the underwear.

…Actually, there was underwear in the shopping bag, but it wasn’t necessary.

I was going to take it off anyway.

“Haha…, fuck.”

“Why are you cursing, Oppa…♡”

“Could you not curse in this situation?”

With her hands braced on the sofa, Hinami presented her ass shyly.

The skirt, well, it wasn’t tight material, so lifting it up was practically the same as being naked.

I don’t wear skirts as a man, but what on earth are women thinking, wearing such shameless clothes?

Can this even be called clothing?

It’s just a flimsy cover-up to whet the appetite before sex.

“…Brother-in-law.”

“What.”

“Me too… please touch me…♡”

Jia, wearing the exact same outfit, also arched her back, desperately begging me.

…She was also not wearing panties.

The cum I’d ejaculated generously earlier was oozing out, threatening to drip down her bare thighs.

“Ah, nngh…♡”

I considered shoving a finger into that naughty pussy to plug it, but instead, I smacked her butt and grabbed Hinami’s hips first.

“……♡”

She waited, peeking her head back towards me, gave me a sly grin, stared intently at Jia, and arched her back even further like a bow.

…Before I could even think about how to punish this wicked wife, Hinami reached back on her own, fumbled around, and spread her pussy, full of my cum, wide open with her index and middle fingers.

I gazed for a moment at Hinami’s profile: her surprisingly long legs stretched out despite her short stature, her cute pussy offered politely.

“…Ah…♡”

As I leisurely thrust my glans into her pussy.

“Aaaagh…♡”

…I inserted two fingers into Jia, who was glaring murderously at Hinami, and roughly scraped out the remaining cum with my fingerprints.

“Ah, …Ugh…♡”

“Ha, hehe…♡”

Hinami, mouth full of cock, giggling and bouncing her hips.

Seo Jia, mouth full of two fingers, gasping for breath with her head bowed.

While fucking both of them simultaneously, I smacked Hinami’s ass with my free hand, then suddenly noticed the gaze pouring down on me from behind.

“….”

…I was about to ask for something from the spectator watching us, but realized she had already taken what was mine, so I changed my gesture and requested something else.

The spectator understood my request and handed me the Martini, still more than half full.

I thanked the quick-witted spectator, slightly shifted my position so she could film from a better angle, and chugged the remaining alcohol down my throat.

Haa….

Fuck,

This really tastes like shit.

…But,

Because of the heat rising in my body.

I can’t stop.

Not at all.