Sweet Green Home 4

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully corrupting the side character Hwan Ji-Won. This woman is now ready to welcome the host's child.]

[Fill her with your seed and make her yours.]

[Hwan Ji-Won's Lust Gauge: 100%]

[Corruption Gauge: 100%]

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Sae-Joon smirked as he pinned Ji-Won beneath him.

Her sinful body trembled, breath ragged, skin flushed with heat.

But something about this moment pissed him off.

Even now, even as she spread her legs for him, she still moaned another man's name.

And that… was something Sae-Joon didn't like.

"It's okay if you want to pretend… but why do you have to moan another man's name while I'm the one doing all the hard work?" he thought.

"Ahjumma! You want me to fuck you like a bitch, don't you?"

A shiver ran through her, her thighs twitching.

"Agh~ Smart honey… Ji-Won likes that…"

That was it.

Sae-Joon yanked her up by the hair, ignoring her startled gasp.

In one swift motion, he flipped her onto all fours, pressing his palm against the small of her back to keep her in place.

"Honey~ what are you doing… ahhh!"

Ji-Won's voice trembled, but she didn't resist.

If anything, her ass pushed back instinctively, her glistening slit already welcoming him.

Her clit twitched, and more love juices leaked from her pussy.

But he wasn't going to give her what she wanted.

Not yet.

Instead, he spread her thighs wider, both thumbs on either side of her hole, pulling her open to take a better look before leaning down until his breath ghosted over her soaked folds.

"Don't fucking pretend. I'm not a cuck like your husband. You want to scream his name? Do you take me for a fool?"

Sae-Joon growled, his tongue slipping between her lips, flicking against her swollen clit.

Ji-Won's whole body jolted.

"Ahhh! Honey is my husband… I'm not pretending… oh… w-wait, I—"

She bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans, but it was no use. Sae-Joon was relentless.

He lapped at her, savoring the taste of her married pussy, dragging his tongue along every sensitive spot until she was practically humping his face.

Her hands clawed at the sheets, her breasts pressing into the mattress as her back arched.

"Y-you—ahh!—you're not supposed to—oh fuck!"

Sae-Joon chuckled against her, his nose brushing against her tight little asshole as his tongue dove deeper into her cunt.

"Ahjumma, you're this wet just from my mouth? You're dripping. You really want to get fucked that bad?"

Ji-Won moaned shamelessly, her body trembling under him.

"Yes… please…"

Sae-Joon pulled away, his lips slick with her juices.

Grabbing her waist, he lined up his cock against her entrance, rubbing the thick head along her swollen folds.

Her body twitched at the sensation.

"Then stop pretending, you fucking bitch."

SMACK!

A red handprint bloomed across her ass.

Ji-Won yelped, her pussy clenching around nothing.

"H-honey, why are you—"

SMACK!

Sae-Joon's patience had run out. He wasn't going to let her hide behind alcohol or excuses.

"Jisoo is downstairs," she gasped, glancing toward the door. "What if he comes back—"

Sae-Joon grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to face him.

His cock was still rubbing against her slit, teasing, tormenting.

"Ahjumma, I take sex very seriously. It's like worshiping a god to me. So stop fucking lying to yourself."

Ji-Won finally realized—he knew she wasn't drunk.

On the other hand, she could feel his length, his heat, the sheer size of him pressing against her wet little cunt.

He was bigger than her husband. Stronger. More aggressive.

Her pussy clenched around empty air, aching to be filled.

She was a woman—ripe, neglected, and starving for cock.

And so, she decided to be honest.

Her breathless voice came out in a whisper.

"…I sobered up a while ago."

Sae-Joon smirked.

"Then do you still want to get fucked by your son's friend? while your son cooks dinner in kitchen?"

Ji-Won's cheeks burned with shame.

But she couldn't deny it anymore.

"Wouldn't that make it taste better? Knowing his friend was buried deep inside his mommy while he made us food?"

"..."

"And you already touched me… and we don't love each other…"

"...Sae-Joon arched a brow. "So?"

Her thighs squeezed together.

"...So it's not cheating."

He groaned at that.

"Fucking slut."

Ji won's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in them.

"Then what does that make you... Sae-Joon? You're about to fuck your friend's mother... aren't you?"

He couldn't hold back anymore.

And with that, he shoved the thick head of his cock inside her dripping hole.

"Ahh~"

She gasped, her entire body arching as pleasure flooded through her.

His grip tightened on her hips as he pushed deeper, stretching her inch by inch.

"Ohh—oh my god—S-Sae-Joon, wait—"

Her hand shot up to cover her mouth as a scream ripped from her throat.

His cock was too big. Too thick. It felt like he was splitting her in half.

Sae-Joon leaned down, his voice dark and teasing.

"What now? You want me to stop?"

Ji-Won's body trembled beneath him. She was dizzy, overwhelmed, completely at his mercy.

Her legs shook as she forced herself to speak.

"Honey~ c-can we… can we do it in missionary?"

"...."

Sae-Joon stilled.

Ji-Won turned her head slightly, a sultry smile curling on her lips.

"My husband hasn't touched me in months… maybe even years."

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Sae-Joon had always preferred taking a woman from behind.

Because a bitch deserved to be fucked like a bitch—face down, ass up, like the needy animal she was.

But this woman had no strength left.

She was still on all fours only because he held her firmly by the waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, leaving marks that would stay for days.

In reality, Mrs. Hwan Ji-Won really didn't have any strength left, and because of the alcohol, she felt like vomiting in this position.

"…Alright."

That was the only word Sae-Joon bothered to say before flipping her onto her back, pinning her down like the pathetic housewife she was.

And with the impact, Ji-Won's massive tits bounced free—pink nipples stiff, swollen, so sensitive it was almost painful.

Sae-Joon's gaze was merciless as he watched her struggle beneath him.

"Fuck… you really wanted this all along, didn't you?"

There was no shame left in Ji-Won, only the heat pooling between her thighs, the unbearable ache that screamed for a cock.

And so, Ji-Won bit her lip, her hips rolling up, chasing his touch.

"Do you blame me…? When was the last time I had a young cock like this…?"

And she wasn't lying—the only young cock she had ever had in her life was her husband's, back in their college days.

"Not just a young cock, Ahjumma."

Sae-Joon's fingers trailed down her belly, teasing the spot where she was already dripping.

"A real cock."

She whimpered.

God, she was filthy.

She should be ashamed, should fight back, but instead, she spread her legs wider, offering herself up like a desperate slut.

"Tell me, if I wasn't here… would you have let those thugs have you?"

Her lashes fluttered, her chest rising and falling too fast, too erratic.

"…No… I-I'm not that kind of woman… I-I would have called the cops…"

Sae-Joon chuckled darkly.

"Liar."

His hand clamped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes widen.

"Say it." His grip tightened. "Say what you really would've done."

She gasped, her thighs trembling, her soaked pussy clenching around nothing.

"…I…" She swallowed hard. "…I don't know anymore... Augh~"

She wasn't admitting anything.

But it clearly made her wetter.

Sae-Joon's smirk was pure sin.

"Fucking filthy. A married woman, ready to spread her legs for a bunch of street punks?"

"But I bet none of them could stretch you open like this."

He positioned himself, the thick, swollen head of his cock pressing against her entrance.

Ji-Won shuddered, her body betraying her completely.

"Ahh—fuck, please… just put it in…"

Slap.

His palm cracked across her cheek, making her head snap to the side.

Her pussy clenched even harder.

God… why did it turn her on so much?

"Shameless whore."

Sae-Joon's tone was pure disgust.

"Begging for your son's friend's cock while your husband isn't home?"

He didn't wait.

With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her—deep, stretching, splitting her open.

"Ahhh—ahhh…!"

Her fingers clawed at his arms, her body arching off the bed.

"Fucking hell," Sae-Joon groaned.

"Even as a married woman, you're this fucking tight? That limp-dick husband of yours really hasn't been using this slutty hole, huh?"

She sobbed against his chest—shame curling in her stomach, shame and unbearable pleasure.

"T-That useless bastard… couldn't get hard if his life depended on it… but you… ahhh… you're stretching me so deep… Augh~ harder!"

"Geoghu~ that's why I'm letting you~"

Sae-Joon laughed, grabbing a handful of her bouncing tits—squeezing, twisting.

"You're not letting me fuck you, Ahjumma."

He pinned her wrists above her head, trapping her completely.

"You're fucking begging for it."

The sensation in her pussy was almost unbearable. Even though she was a married woman, she only had sex with her husband once a month, and she was starving.

But today—

Sae-Joon fucked her like the filthy bitch she was.

That's what she needed.

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Twelve inches. It was a cock that could rival any sex monster in the world, and Ji-Won was just a normal housewife whose pussy hadn't been stretched well.

She had only ever taken one man before, but he was never like this.

Never this deep. Never this thick.

"Bastard~. Aughh, fuck!"

Sae-Joon smirked above her, watching the way her pussy stretched around his cock, barely able to accommodate the brutal width.

His twelve-inch length had forced her open, inch by inch, making her feel every thick vein, every merciless inch forcing its way inside.

"Shit, Ahjumma," he groaned, watching the way her folds desperately clung to his cock.

"You're gripping me like a virgin. You never got stretched out properly, huh?"

Ji-Won gasped, her walls fluttering, struggling between pain and pleasure.

"Haa… h-hnn… i-it's… s-so much…" she stammered, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white.

"It's not that Ahjumma is a virgin but—augh~! You're so big. It's too much for my little cunt!"

Her toes curled from the pressure, the thick shaft forcing her inner walls apart, stuffing her so full she swore she could feel him in her stomach.

Sae-Joon chuckled darkly, gripping her hips tighter.

"Then why are you sucking me in so desperately?"

He pulled back slightly, letting her feel the drag of every thick inch sliding against her soaked walls.

Ji-Won's head tossed back, her lips parting in a breathless moan.

"Ahh—haa—!"

Her pussy clenched instinctively, fighting to keep him inside, her body betraying her shame.

"See? Your body wants this. Your married pussy wants to be ruined by my cock."

Her stomach tightened at his filthy words. She couldn't deny it—she had never felt this full, this stretched, this utterly wrecked.

Every time he pushed forward, the thick head of his cock kissed the deepest part of her, sending white-hot pleasure tearing through her body.

"Aghn—! I-It hurts… I-It hurts!"

She whimpered, even as her legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him locked deep inside her.

Sae-Joon groaned at the way her walls twitched and spasmed around him, squeezing like a tight, wet vice.

He grabbed her by the thighs, spreading them wider, watching as her stretched hole struggled to take his full length.

"Look at this. Look how your pussy is stretched around me, Ahjumma. Your little hole is trying so hard to take all of me."

Ji-Won shuddered, her face burning.

The places he was touching—her husband could never even find with his pathetic five-inch cock.

So this is what it feels like to have sex with a real man.

Sae-Joon pressed a hand against her lower stomach, smirking.

"I can feel myself inside you."

The thick weight of him pushed against her womb.

Her insides clenched in response, a filthy wet squelch echoing between them.

"You're soaking me. Does it feel that good? Being stretched open by a younger cock?"

Ji-Won bit her lip, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

It shouldn't feel this good. It shouldn't make her stomach flutter, her legs shake, her toes curl.

But it did.

Sae-Joon chuckled darkly.

"Don't hold back. Let me hear how much you love it."

He pulled back, then slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

"AHHH—!" Ji-Won's body jolted, a sharp, tearing pleasure ripping through her as his cock drove deeper than she ever thought possible.

"I want the cock of my son's friend… This Ahjumma wants to be fucked by Sae-Joon… Aughh~ harder, harder!"

Her walls clamped down around him, a vice of heat and wetness, spasming helplessly.

"Shit," Sae-Joon gritted his teeth. "You're gripping me so fucking tight… like your pussy doesn't want me to leave."

Ji-Won, who had already lost all rationality, forgot that her son was downstairs, within earshot of her screams.

At this moment, it no longer mattered.

She sobbed into the sheets, her insides aching yet desperate for more.

Sae-Joon reached for her foot, bringing it to his lips. His tongue flicked against her toe, sucking it into his mouth, hot and wet.

Ji-Won gasped, the obscene sensation sending electric pulses straight to her core.

She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened.

"No. Take it. Take all of it."

And then, without warning, he thrust deep, spearing her open completely.

Ji-Won's scream was muffled by the sheets, her orgasm slamming into her like an oceanic wave.

Her body convulsed, her walls squeezing like a desperate, greedy mouth around his cock.

Sae-Joon groaned.

"Shit... you're milking me..."

His thrusts turned erratic, deeper, rougher.

"You want my cum, don't you?"

"You want to walk out of here dripping with my seed?"

"Y-Yes... I need it...! Fill me up...! Ruin me...!"

"What a slut."

With one final, brutal thrust, Sae-Joon buried himself to the hilt, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her womb.

Ji-Won gasped, her body shuddering violently as the warmth spread inside her.

She loved every second of it.

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In this in depth interaction, there was one thing Sae-Joon had realized: as long as he added stat points every day and worked hard, there wouldn't be any problem with his stamina.

Even now, without the system's assistance, he had fucked Ji-Won just right.

Once his strength would reached a hundred, he could even go for hours, fucking women senseless.

But unlike Sae-Joon, who still thought he was lacking, Ji-Won was completely wrecked.

Red marks covered her body, the intensity of their sex so overwhelming that there was even a slight trace of blood on her folds...

Even though she wasn't a virgin.

Her whole body was sticky with sweat and cum, her pussy throbbing from the way he had used her.

But it wasn't enough for Sae-Joon.

And maybe… not for her either.

She lay there, breathless, feeling his cock still rock-hard against her thigh.

Sae-Joon let out a shaky breath, running his hand down her sweaty, cum-slick body.

"Ahjumma… do you still love your husband?"

"No... Ahh... You... Ughh~ You are my husband now."

"Then shouldn't you fulfill the duty of a good wife?"

Ji-Won swallowed hard.

She was older than him. His friend's mother.

And also a friend she had never met.

This was beyond wrong.

And yet, when his fingers brushed over her massive tits, squeezing the heavy flesh, she couldn't stop the dirty little moan that slipped from her lips.

Sae-Joon grinned.

"You like that, huh?"

He cupped her tits, his thumbs flicking over her hard, sensitive nipples.

Ji-Won bit her lip.

She shouldn't be this turned on.

But when he pinched her nipples sharply, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her aching pussy, she whimpered.

"You're such a dirty fucking Ahjumma,"

He groaned, squeezing her massive tits, molding the soft flesh in his hands.

"How the hell are these so perfect? But even so, you're forgetting the duty of a wife."

"What is the duty of a wife, honey~? Would you tell me?"

Hearing her words, Sae-Joon grinned, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer.

A second later, he was above her, his knees brushing against the sides of her breasts, his cock buried between them, right before her mouth.

"A wife should clean her husband after he's worked hard for her."

"Ah—fuck!" she moaned, arching into his mouth.

Ji-Won's pussy clenched, and more of her juices, along with thick semen, leaked out.

That hole looked so depraved, the very incarnation of sin.

Now, everything was over. She wasn't drunk anymore.

There wasn't even a valid reason to cheat on her husband.

She should push him away.

Tell him that all of this was a mistake.

But instead, she grabbed his thick, hard cock, feeling it twitch in her grip.

"Honey~, you're still this hard? Is it because you pinned down your friend's mother and creampied her?"

Sae-Joon groaned against her skin.

"Yes, it's because of you, Ahjumma. Your body is fucking perfect. Too fucking perfect."

Ji-Won shuddered as his fingers flicked over her nipple again.

His hands squeezed her breasts, pushing them together.

Then—he slid his cock between them.

Ji-Won gasped as the thick, hot shaft nestled between her massive tits, the tip just barely touching her glossy lips.

"S-Shit, Sae-Joon… do you like Ahjumma's old body?"

"Haah! Who says Ahjumma is old? She's a perfect blonde beauty, but she isn't doing her duty well."

"...Then… do you like my tits?"

He grinned down at her.

"Yes. Have you ever had a cock this big between your tits before?"

"Never...My husband says he wants to cherish my body."

"...Is he gay?"

"...No, no, I have a son."

Ji-Won flushed.

Really, she had never done this before.

But the way his cock throbbed against her, the way he was looking at her like she was nothing but a toy for him to use, sent a filthy thrill straight to her core.

"...Then I'll help you."

That being said, Sae-Joon adjusted his position.

Since he was twelve inches, he didn't expect her to take him all the way, but slowly, warm lips wrapped around his shaft.

Two inches.

Four inches.

Seven inches.

That was all she could take.

Ji-Won bit her lip, her breath hitching as his cock dragged over her throat.

Then Sae-Joon pulled out, letting her breathe—only to thrust in again.

"Ahjumma?... Ah... Slowly. If it hurts, you can take it slow."

"How can that be? A wife's duty is to please her husband..."

"But I'm not really your husband."

"Then how about I marry this young cock instead?"

"..."

"Geouh! Gulp! Gagkk!"

Obscene sounds echoed in the room.

Ji-Won's pulse pounded in her ears.

She should stop.

But instead, she stuck out her tongue, teasing the swollen tip of his cock with a slow, wet lick.

"Fuck. That's it, Ahjumma. Suck it."

Ji-Won wrapped her lips around him, her tongue swirling over the tip, tasting their combined filth.

Sae-Joon groaned, his hips bucking slightly.

"God, your mouth feels so fucking good."

Ji-Won moaned, taking him deeper, her throat stretching around his girth.

And all the while, his hands never left her tits.

He squeezed, groped, played with them, his thumbs teasing her hard nipples, his fingers tugging and twisting.

Ji-Won lips whimpered around his cock, while down there her pussy clenching desperately.

She was so wet.

So fucking wet.

"Shit, Ahjumma, I'm close. You gonna swallow it?"

His thrusts grew rougher, his grip tighter, and then—

He shoved her all the way down.

Ji-Won gagged, her throat convulsing around him as his cock slid deep, pressing against the back of her throat.

Tears welled in her eyes.

Her lungs burned.

But she didn't pull away.

Instead—she swallowed around him, her throat milking his cock.

"F-Fuck—"

His cock throbbed violently, his grip tightening in her blonde hair, forcing her to take it all.

Then—he came.

Thick, hot ropes of cum shot straight down her throat, filling her completely.

"Sae-Joon... Ahh... Sae-Joon..."

Ji-Won moaned, drinking every last drop, her tongue working to swallow everything.

Not a single drop escaped.

When he finally released her, she pulled back, gasping for air.

She licked her lips, swallowing one last time.

Then, she smirked.

"Honey, am I a good wife? Look—completely clean."

Sae-Joon stared at her, panting, his body still trembling.

"Fuck your husband. I don't think I'm ever letting you go."

"You don't have to. After all, you need to take care of Jisoo."

Sae-Joon brushed her blonde hair aside as his lips met hers. He didn't care if she had just given him a blowjob. At this moment, he wanted to show her affection.

Then, both of them lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling fan above.

A minute later, Ji-Won chuckled, crawling back up his body, her soaked pussy pressing against his still-hard length once again.

"Honey, this time, let me ride you."

"...Sure."

And so, he supported her hips, and another marathon started, lasting for god knows how long.

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(End Of The Chapter)