Episode 11

It felt completely different from the soft and ecstatic kiss I had with Mihee, but this had its own kind of excitement.

From Yeonju's awkward but earnest tongue play, I could feel how deeply and strongly Yeonju wanted me.

Since I had practiced with Mihee over and over again, I could have easily used my kiss technique, but Yeonju's desire for me was special.

I generously accepted Yeonju's kiss with the heart of a good-natured veteran catcher who catches the fastball of a rookie pitcher.

Oh~~ That's right~~ Nice kiss!!

It's okay! It's okay! You're throwing well~~!

You can learn changeups later…!!

Shoot. Shhh. Shhh. Shhh.

"Haa-eum… Hah… Huh…"

Yeonju had definitely given in to her instincts. If not, that shy girl couldn't be this aggressive.

As if she couldn't rest even for a second, Yeonju kept pushing her body into me without stopping the kiss.

However, since I was sitting at the table, no matter how much Yeonju awkwardly knelt down next to me and pushed her body in, my body and Yeonju's body couldn't be completely attached.

Yeonju didn't seem to like that at all, so she moved boldly and sat on my thighs, wrapping her legs around my waist.

"Hmm… ha…"

Yeonju sat on top of me with her knees together, and my erected buttocks sank down terribly.

In addition, Yeonju didn't want to leave my body even for a second, so she squeezed my waist tightly with her legs, and her pelvis jerked, endlessly pressing her body against mine, so my buttocks that were under Yeonju's buttocks kept getting swept away.

'Ugh… '

On the glans where the epidermis was peeled off, I could feel the plump and bouncy thighs and buttocks of Yeonju. In addition, because Yeonju's obscene pelvic movements kept rubbing my cock, the stimulation was too much.

But I couldn't moan. I thought that if I moaned at Yeonju's innocent movements that seemed to not even know what masturbation was, let alone sex, it would hurt my pride.

As for me, I was a veteran daughter-catcher who had maintained one daughter a day since the day I first had one, and I had even gotten rid of Ada a while ago, so I was definitely experienced in sex. I may not be a sex expert, but at least I could never lose to Yeonju.

Feeling the need to fight back, I quickly put my hand under Yeonju's white sweater and gently grabbed Yeonju's breasts over her bra.

Kwaaaaak-.

"Huh-uh…!! Huh-uh…!!!"

I expected Yeonju to let out a loud scream, so I swallowed Yeonju's lips with my lips.

I tightly covered Yeonju's mouth to prevent her moans from escaping, and then I kneaded Yeonju's wet breasts.

Kkook-. Kkook-.

"Hmm..!! Woooooo..!!"

Her breasts were small enough to hold in one hand, from the bottom surrounded by the bra to the top that poked out above the bra, but I wasn't disappointed at all.

Yeonju's breasts were a little small, but the texture and density were excellent.

When you hold a breast, it feels tight at first, but the harder you hold it, the more the fat gathers and it becomes bouncy, but it was so bouncy that you could feel it just by holding Yeonju's wet palm.

"Hhhhhh…!!! Heung!! That… That… Hah!!! Stop… Stop… Please!!"

I held her plump breasts in my hands and squeezed and squeezed them, so Yeonju couldn't stand it any longer, so she pulled her lips away from mine that she had been craving, and moaned loudly, telling me to stop.

No matter how much it was a room, there was no way that it was perfectly soundproof. I should have stopped right now so that I wouldn't be caught by the police, but I continued to stroke Yeonju's breasts.

Yeonju, who was timid and couldn't even say a word in response to being cursed at, was screaming obscenely at my touch in a restaurant where I didn't know how many other people were listening, and I couldn't stop because it was so damn fun.

Squirt. Squirt. Squirt.

"Hmph!! Squirt… Minjun-ssi… That… I can't… anymore… … Squirt!!!"

Yeonju still had her legs wrapped around my waist, leaned completely against my shoulder, and let out a hot moan.

The feeling of Yeonju's characteristic moaning, which seemed to hold back but eventually couldn't hold back and spit it out, digging into my ears, was addictive.

It was so good that I would never regret it even if I got reported for public indecency and drunken disturbance and got caught by the police.

But then, just when the mood was getting heated up, Yeonju's cell phone in her jeans rang.

Tiring. Tiring.

'Fuck, that timing is killing me.'

Hearing the ringing, Yeonju's body flinched.

I swallowed my regret and slowly pulled my hand out of Yeonju's sweater because it flinched too much to keep touching her chest.

"First… Answer the phone, Yeonju."

"Yes… Yes… Minjun… Thank you… Maybe… It's your mom… "

Yeonju nodded her head, feeling extremely embarrassed, as if she had guessed what the word 'first' meant.

Yeonju lifted her head, which was resting on my shoulder, and released her arms that were wrapped around my chest.

Then, just as she was about to pull her legs out, I wrapped my arms tightly around Yeonju's waist so she couldn't run away.

"Huh… Min… Minjun?"

"Just take it like this."

"Huh?! That… That…!"

"I don't want to be separated from Yeonju, so just take it like this. You can still answer the phone like this."

"Ha… Uh… That… That…"

"Come on. The phone's going to hang up."

"… Yes… I understand…"

It was a mischievous request that Yeonju had never made before, but she couldn't resist much and sat down on my thighs, pulling out her phone.

It was a situation that clearly showed how firmly the hierarchical relationship between me and Yeonju was established, and even apart from that, it was a good opportunity.

'I'm really bothered by the things Jeong-hye said at the cafe…'

When Jeong-hye was making fun of Yeonju, she clearly said that Yeonju's mother had introduced Yeonju as a retarded person.

A normal mother would never say something like that to her daughter, so there were only two possible cases.

Either Jeong-hye had made an absurd joke, or Yeonju's mother was a slut.

Listening to Yeonju's voice, which had been unusually depressed when she was being made fun of, I had expected it to be the latter.

However, when I saw Yeonju's reaction, which was to flinch at the phone call that I assumed was from her mother and her expression that had been loosening up in an instant, I was almost certain of it now.

Yeonju's mother was probably a huge bitch.

'No matter how much of a mother you are, you shouldn't cross the line.'

Now Yeonju was just like mine. Even if she was my mother, if she treated Yeonju rudely, she would receive proper punishment.

If I teased her, I would tease her, but I hated seeing someone else tease me.

So I made Yeonju sit on my thigh and talk on the phone. I really wanted to hear what Yeonju's mother and Yeonju were talking about.

"… Hello?"

'Where are you? You haven't come home yet. Where are you and what are you doing?'

"I'm having dinner with someone I know."

'Is that person next to you?'

Yeonju looked at me, as if she knew I was listening. I shook my head.

It was a gesture telling me not to, and Yeonju hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"No. I'm just going outside for a moment…"

'You crazy bitch. You're determined to embarrass your family.'

"… "

As soon as I heard that no one was there, the voice coming from the phone became as cold as ice.

Until then, it felt like a mother talking to her daughter, even if it was just formal, but now it just felt like a crazy woman.

As I expected, Yeonju's mother was right.

'Are you rebelling because I made you work part-time? Shouldn't you have told her to come home right after work?'

"No… That's not it…"

'I told you that a kid like you shouldn't go out. You only cause trouble and bring shame to the family, so why do you keep going out? You're not really rebelling against your mom, are you?'

"I'm sorry. I'm not rebelling… That's not what I meant."

'If you know I'm sorry, then hurry home… Wait, you're not having dinner with a guy, are you?'

"That… That… Mom…"

You could have just said that you were having dinner with a girl, but Yeonju couldn't even tell such an easy lie and was at a loss.

It was frustrating to watch, but on the other hand, I felt sorry for Yeonju, thinking about how much she had to be tormented by her mother who was like a slut to become like this.

'Crazy bitch. Dirty slut. Come home right now.'

"…"

'Starting tomorrow, I have to lock this bitch up… .'

Stop.

The phone call ended with a sudden cut after Yeonju's creepy monologue.

I thought she would naturally start to cry, but Yeonju, who was used to this kind of thing, naturally put her phone in her pocket and looked at me awkwardly.

Her expression, which seemed to be indifferent, made me feel sad for some reason.

The awkward smile on her lips was clearly filled with deep resignation and self-mockery.

"I'm sorry, Minjun. My mom is a bit weird… I thought she would get caught someday anyway… but she got caught so quickly…"

"…"

"But sometimes… Please be kind to me. I guess you were really upset today because I didn't come home without saying anything…"

I didn't answer and just looked at Yeonju.

Yeonju seemed uncomfortable with making eye contact with me, so she kept avoiding my gaze and talking to me. With one slap, Yeonju went back to her usual self. No, she looked even worse than usual.

I had worked so hard to make her get all excited and rush to me, but with one slap, everything was ruined.

"Thank you so much today, Minjun. I can't tell you how touched I was by the words you said to me that I would never hear in my entire life… When I think about it, it was the same at the cafe… Minjun, you seem to be really good at talking…"

I didn't like Yeonju's constant control of the atmosphere without my permission, but I planned to listen to Yeonju's words until the end.

Of course, I would have bitten my tongue and killed myself, but I never intended to send Yeonju home in this devastated atmosphere.

Nevertheless, the reason I listened to Yeonju until the end was because I wanted to respect Yeonju at least in this regard.

I planned to dominate Yeonju, but I had no intention of belittling her or personally insulting her like the slut who was currently dominating Yeonju.

I could have beaten her to a certain extent during sex, but I had no intention of truly insulting her.

I was confident that I could make Yeonju mine without having to belittle her, and that was the difference in status between me and the slut as a ruler.

I planned to dominate Yeonju, but make Yeonju happy in my arms.

I opened my mouth while clearly looking at Yeonju, who was avoiding my gaze.

"You're not good at talking. You just think that way. I really meant everything I said to Yeonju."

"Look… Even now… Minjun… speaks so well… So sweet… So warm… So… So I just want to lean on him… Without even knowing my place…"

"Then you can lean on him."

"How can you do that? How can a stupid and idiotic girl like me lean on someone like Minjun? I… I always make mistakes, get bullied by my mom and the people around me. I can't even speak properly. I… I'm such an idiot… If I'm around… I'll only bother Minjun…"

As Yeonju spoke, her face gradually lowered toward my shoulder.

But Yeonju never buried her face in my shoulder.

She just lowered her head and sobbed weakly, in a very small voice that was almost faint even though it was right next to my ear.

I didn't like scenes like this. I hated melodrama and didn't like romance. I was only into eroticism. Or pornography.

That's why I didn't like the short distance between my shoulder and Yeonju's face, just a few centimeters.

The feeling of being sad and pitiful was definitely not my style.

"I'm sorry, Minjun. I've shown you my ugly side again. When I think about it… I think I only show you my ugly side. I'm sorry…"

Yeonju stopped crying too quickly compared to the sadness she felt, and slowly raised her head and said.

The fact that she tried to speak calmly seemed to indicate that she was already thinking about parting. Not just today, but many more partings.

Yeonju finally looked at me clearly, as if she wanted to keep my face, which she had never seen before, even a little longer.

"Thank you so much today… … I think I should go home now… … "

Yeonju's expression clearly showed how much she wanted to be with me more.

Yeonju was really stupid. If she kept acting like this, I wouldn't be able to let Yeonju go any longer.

Even if it wasn't me, there was no man in this world who would send a woman with that kind of expression home. That wasn't a man, it was a woman.

"You don't have to be sorry. Yeonju-ssi, I won't be able to go home today."

"Yes...? Ugh...!!"

Without hesitation, he planted a kiss on Yeonju's lips.