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Ji Hoon watched Jihyo as she sat across from him at her small kitchen table, a soft smile playing on her lips. Two whole semesters he had harbored a crush on her, a silent, burning admiration for the college's undisputed queen. Jihyo, with her drop-dead stunning face – those wide, expressive eyes, the delicate curve of her nose, and full, kissable lips – was every man's fantasy. And her body? A goddess sculpted in flesh and bone. He'd heard whispers that she was secretly training to be an idol, which explained the constant rumors of her rejecting countless admirers, the company likely enforcing a strict no-dating policy.
Jihyo, his senior in the Department of Arts, was legendary on campus. Her beauty was the stuff of whispered conversations in hallways and longing gazes across crowded lecture halls. She wasn't just pretty; she was breathtaking. And her figure was equally mesmerizing: large, perfectly round boobs that threatened to spill out of every top she wore, a set of rock-hard, washboard abs that hinted at a dedication to fitness, and those smooth, toned thighs that seemed to go on forever, leading down to a thick, juicy ass that made every guy in a ten-mile radius lose their minds. She was walking perfection, a dream woman with a body any woman would kill for.
Ji Hoon knew, realistically, he never stood a chance. He was just a regular sophomore, gawky and still figuring things out. Jihyo was practically royalty. But somehow, fate, in its infinite jest, had thrown them together in this incredibly personal setting. Her decision to offer private tutoring as a way to earn some extra cash and his desperate need to improve his abysmal Japanese had created this unlikely opportunity. His professor, knowing Jihyo's fluency in the language, had specifically recommended him to her, and his utter astonishment, she had agreed to take him on. He still couldn't quite believe he was here, sitting across from the college beauty number one, her eyes occasionally meeting his with a warmth that made his heart do a little flip. He was determined not to screw this up, not just for his grades, but for the sliver of a chance that maybe, just maybe, something more could blossom between them, even if it was just in his wildest dreams.
It had been a productive week of tutoring. Jihyo was everything Ji Hoon had admired from afar: approachable, good-humored, and incredibly kind. Her stunning face seemed perpetually lit by a warm smile, even when gently correcting his numerous Japanese blunders. Her easy laughter often filled the small apartment, making him feel more at ease than he ever had in her presence on campus.
The unexpected knock on the door broke the comfortable rhythm of their session. Ji Hoon's father, a kind but somewhat reserved man who had mostly kept to himself since his wife's passing when Ji Hoon was young, entered the kitchen carrying a tray with two glasses of juice. Ji Hoon's eyes widened in slight surprise. His father had been making an effort to come home earlier lately, ever since learning that the beautiful Jihyo was tutoring him. He'd mentioned wanting to "cook for the guest," a gesture Ji Hoon appreciated, but this felt a little… out of character.
Jihyo greeted Ji Hoon's father with a radiant smile and a polite bow, the movement causing the neckline of her loose t-shirt to dip slightly, offering a fleeting glimpse of the deep valley between her impressive breasts. Ji Hoon's father visibly gulped as he carefully handed her one of the glasses, his eyes lingering perhaps a fraction too long on her chest. Then, in a move that sent a jolt through Ji Hoon, Jihyo subtly winked at his father, a quick, almost imperceptible gesture that Ji Hoon was sure he hadn't imagined. His mind reeled. What was happening? Why would Jihyo, the unattainable senior he had worshipped from afar, be flirting with his father? The scene felt surreal, like a bizarre twist in a drama he hadn't signed up for. He watched them, a knot of confusion and a strange, unsettling feeling tightening in his stomach.
Jihyo took a slow sip of her drink As she lowered the glass, she deliberately licked her lips, her gaze lingering on her tongue for a moment before her eyes met Ji Hoon's father A subtle, playful flick of her tongue followed, her lips curving into a sly smile that she didn't reveal when she glanced down at her juice.
Ji Hoon, focused on his Japanese textbook but acutely aware of their presence, glanced up at the mirror himself. What he saw in the reflection sent a jolt of disbelief through him. His father, usually so reserved, was smiling back at Jihyo in the mirror, a genuine, almost giddy smile that Ji Hoon hadn't seen on his face in years. And Jihyo's teasing glances, that subtle lick of her lips, and the playful flick of her tongue – it wasn't just a fleeting moment. They exchanged another look in the mirror, a silent communication passing between them that made Ji Hoon's stomach churn. It suddenly dawned on him that this wasn't a one-time occurrence. The way his father smiled, the ease of their mirrored exchange… it felt like this had been going on for days, right under his nose. The knot of confusion in his stomach tightened into a hard ball of shock and a dawning sense of betrayal. What in the world was happening between his dream girl and his father?
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In the mirror's reflection, Ji Hoon watched in stunned disbelief as Jihyo slowly lifted the hem of her tight t-shirt. The fabric stretched taut across her impressive breasts, the movement barely contained by the thin material. As the shirt crept upwards, her toned abs, the same washboard stomach he'd seen glimpses of in her athletic wear on campus, were revealed. She continued to lift it with a sensual slowness, her sly smile never wavering, the fabric inching closer and closer to the delicate curve of her underboobs.
Ji Hoon's throat went dry. He couldn't reconcile this image with the Jihyo he thought he knew – the kind, radiant senior who patiently explained his grammatical errors. This felt like a completely different person, someone brazen and overtly sexual, her focus entirely on his father. A wave of disappointment washed over him, a sharp pang of longing mixed with the unsettling realization that the woman he had idealized seemed to harbor a very different kind of interest, one directed at his father. He swallowed hard, his eyes fixated on her perfect, sexy body in the mirror, a painful reminder that his crush was unrequited, and perhaps even more disturbingly, directed towards the man who stood just behind her.
With his earphones still in place but the audio paused, Ji Hoon strained his ears, trying to catch snippets of the conversation happening behind him. He could hear the murmur of their voices, Jihyo's soft and melodic, his father's deeper and more hesitant.
"The juice is very refreshing, Ajhussi," Jihyo said, her voice carrying just enough for Ji Hoon to hear clearly.
"Oh, please, call me Mr. ji," his father replied, a slightly nervous tone in his voice. "It's the least I can do for having you tutor my son."
There was a brief pause, and then Jihyo's voice, a little lower this time, said, "It's no trouble at all. Ji Hoon is a very diligent student." Ji Hoon watched in the mirror as Jihyo's gaze flickered towards his reflection before quickly returning to his father.
His father chuckled softly, a sound Ji Hoon hadn't heard much lately. "He needs all the help he can get with Japanese. His mother was the one with the language skills."
Another pause stretched in the air, and Ji Hoon leaned forward slightly, his heart pounding. He saw Jihyo take another sip of her drink, her eyes again meeting his father's in the mirror for a fleeting moment. He couldn't hear what she said next, her words too soft, but he saw his father's cheeks flush slightly, and he gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. Whatever Jihyo had said, it had affected him. Ji Hoon's mind raced, trying to fill in the blanks, his unease growing with each silent exchange in the reflection.
Ji Hoon's eyes widened in horror as he watched the scene unfold in the mirror. His father, who had been standing near the counter, took a hesitant step closer to Jihyo. Then, in a move that made Ji Hoon's heart sink, Jihyo reached out and gently tugged on the hem of his father's t-shirt, pulling him towards her. He could see the surprise on his father's face, quickly replaced by what looked like a mixture of nervousness and… desire?
As his father moved closer, Jihyo leaned into him, pressing her full, generous breasts against his chest. Ji Hoon's breath hitched in his throat. This wasn't just innocent conversation or a friendly gesture. This was intimate, sensual. And then he saw his father's hands, slowly, almost tentatively at first, rise to Jihyo's back, his fingers gently caressing her. A wave of nausea washed over Ji Hoon. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His dream girl, the senior he admired so much, was now in a close embrace with his father..
Jihyo tried to feign resistance as Ji Hoon's father's big, rough hands landed on her backside, cupping her big, fleshy cheeks. But a thrill shot through her, lighting up her entire body with unexpected pleasure. She bit her lower lip, desperately trying to suppress a moan that threatened to escape as his hands kneaded her right there, inches away from his unsuspecting son. She knew from the way her body trembled and the barely contained smile playing on her lips that she was thoroughly enjoying his touch. Each squeeze and pat of her ass, even through the short skirt she was wearing, sent delicious shivers down her spine.
Ji Hoon, still watching the reflection with a horrified fascination, could see Jihyo's hands subtly gripping the back of his chair, a silent testament to the tension she was feeling. In the mirror, his father's hands moved with increasing boldness, his fingers now playfully spreading her cheeks apart before settling to caress the soft curve of her ass, making her visibly tremble with each teasing stroke.
Jihyo bit down harder on her lip, a soft whimper escaping despite her efforts. She looked at Mr. ji in the mirror, her eyes widening in a silent plea to stop, shaking her head almost imperceptibly, and then subtly tilted her head towards Ji Hoon, a clear signal that his son was right there. But Mr. ji's fingers, ignoring her silent protests, now cupped one of her ass cheeks possessively, his thumb tracing the seam of her skirt right at the crease of her thigh. The teasing touch proved too much for Jihyo. A low, involuntary moan slipped past her lips, a throaty sound that echoed in the quiet room. Ji Hoon's entire body went rigid at the sound, a potent mix of shock, confusion, and an unwelcome stirring of arousal coursing through him as he recognized the raw, sensual pleasure in her voice.
Leaning in close to Jihyo's ear, so close that Ji Hoon could see the goosebumps prickle on her neck in the mirror, his father's voice dropped to a low, husky whisper. "You weren't so shy yesterday when you were sucking me off behind his back, were you, Jihyo-ah? Why the sudden modesty now?" His hand, still cupping her ass cheek, suddenly tightened, his fingers digging in with a surprising force that made Jihyo gasp and stumble, her balance momentarily lost as she nearly pitched forward.
Ji Hoon's jaw clenched as he watched the scene in the mirror, a sickening realization dawning in his mind. Yesterday… Jihyo had asked to use the restroom, and when she returned, her cheeks had been flushed a deep pink, and her lips… her lips had held a faint, almost imperceptible sheen, a wetness he'd dismissed as the remnants of a delicious drink she claimed to have found in the kitchen. But now, seeing his father's possessive touch and hearing his crude words, the pieces clicked into place with a sickening thud. His innocent tutor, the girl of his dreams, had been sucking his own father's cock right here, in their apartment, while he was in the next room, oblivious.
Papa Ji's presence behind Jihyo became palpable. His fingers, calloused and surprisingly agile, traced a slow path down her back, lingering for a tantalizing moment at the small of her waist before splaying across her tight t-shirt, teasing the curve of her abs underneath. Jihyo's breath hitched as his touch then drifted upwards, his fingertips brushing the lower swell of her enormous breasts, those legendary jugs that had earned her the "College Beauty" title. The fabric of her shirt stretched precariously as he continued his ascent, his fingers now palming the soft, yielding flesh beneath.
Those famous mounds, usually so demure under her casual clothes, now strained against the cotton, the nipples hardening instantly under his touch, broadcasting her rising arousal. Ji Hoon watched, frozen, as his father's thumbs began to knead, a possessive exploration of her generous curves. Jihyo's knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the wooden chair, her body trembling subtly, betraying the potent effect of his forbidden caresses. A low, suppressed whimper escaped her lips, the sound barely audible yet heavy with building desire. She squeezed her thighs together, the friction of her denim skirt against her already slick panties a desperate attempt to quell the insistent throbbing between her legs.
Then, she felt the unmistakable pressure of his erection against her backside, his thick cock pressing firmly into her ass cheeks, grinding softly with each subtle shift of his weight. The sensation sent another jolt of electricity through her, and a more audible moan slipped out. Her pussy throbbed insistently, the wetness seeping through her panties, a tell-tale sign of her escalating arousal. His hands then moved higher again, his fingers now tracing circles around her nipples above the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Each swirl sent shivers coursing through her, her whole body threatening to buckle under the intensity of the teasing.
"Jihyo-ah…" Papa Ji's breath hitched in her hair as he leaned in close, his lips just a hair's breadth from her ear. "You have a body that's a goddamn gift from heaven. Look at these tits… so big, so full, so perfectly natural. Any man would sell his soul to touch you like this." His warm breath ghosted across her neck, sending another shiver down her spine, and she couldn't hold back a louder, more explicit moan this time, her head falling forward, no longer caring if his son, sitting just feet away, could hear. She risked a glance in the mirror, her heart leaping when she saw Ji Hoon still seemingly engrossed in his listening exercises, his headphones firmly in place. A wave of relief washed over her, and she closed her eyes, surrendering to the exquisite torture of his knowing fingers.
Her plump ass, now slick against the denim of her skirt, began to grind subtly against his hard cock pressed between her cheeks, a silent invitation, a desperate plea for him to continue, to do more.
Leaning her head back onto Papa Ji's broad shoulders, Jihyo let out a soft sigh, the position causing her already ample breasts to jut forward even more, their impressive size now impossible to ignore. Papa Ji's hands immediately went to work, his fingers spreading wide as he groped her through the thin t-shirt, weighing the heft of each magnificent orb in his palms. He squeezed them, his thumbs pressing into the tender flesh near her armpits, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Jihyo.
"Goddamn, Jihyo-ah," he rasped, his voice thick with lust as he kneaded one breast, his fingers working their way towards the hard peak straining against the cotton. "These things are fucking glorious. Just look at 'em… the size of melons." He then shifted his attention to the other breast, squeezing it firmly, his fingers digging in slightly.
"Aah… Ajhussi…" Jihyo moaned, her head lolling back further, her grip tightening on the chair.
"Ajhussi?" Papa Ji chuckled, his fingers now rubbing her nipples through the shirt, the friction sending shivers down her spine. "You can call me whatever you want, as long as you let me get my hands all over these beauties." He then did something that made Jihyo's breath catch in her throat – he brought both breasts together, squishing them against each other, the sensation incredibly intense.
"Mmmph… Papa Ji…" she whimpered, her pussy throbbing with a fierce intensity.
"Feels good, doesn't it, you little tease?" he breathed into her ear, his hand still firmly clasping her squeezed breasts. "You like an older man's touch, don't you? Someone who knows how to handle these magnificent things." His fingers then started to roll her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the forceful grip moments before.
"Y-yes…" Jihyo gasped, her body arching slightly, her wetness intensifying. Her thighs squeezed together again, the friction against her skirt offering a small measure of relief.
"I bet they taste as good as they feel," Papa Ji growled, his mouth nuzzling her neck. He then released her breasts momentarily, only to slide his hands underneath her t-shirt, his rough palms now directly on her bare skin. The contrast between his calloused hands and her smooth, heated flesh was electrifying.
"Oh, fuck…" Jihyo breathed, her body trembling uncontrollably as his hands fully cupped her naked breasts, his fingers splaying wide to encompass as much of her as possible.
"So soft… so fucking big," Papa Ji murmured, his thumbs finding her вже hard nipples and flicking them gently. "You're a walking, talking wet dream, Jihyo-ah." He then started to rub his palms against her breasts, the friction making her moan louder, a sound that was dangerously close to a scream.
"Aahh… Papa Ji… please…" she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.
"Please, what, hmm?" he teased, his grip tightening on her breasts, squeezing them firmly. "Please let me keep playing with these incredible tits? Please let me feel how wet you're getting for me?"
"Yes… aahh… please…" she gasped, her hips starting to gyrate almost involuntarily.
Meanwhile, Papa Ji continued to grind his hard cock against her ass, the insistent pressure making her whimper with each thrust. His one hand continued to fondle her breasts, while the other snaked down, his fingers now tracing the outline of her curves just above the hem of her short skirt.
"You're so fucking hot, Jihyo-ah," he breathed heavily, his fingers dipping under her skirt, finding the smooth skin of her thigh. "I can feel you're soaking wet. Just thinking about what I did to you yesterday, isn't it?"
Jihyo could only nod weakly, her eyes squeezed shut, her head still resting against his shoulder. Her body was an appalling mess of desire and mortification.
Papa Ji's fingers continued their exploration, inching higher up her thigh, closer to her вже wet pussy. His grinding against her ass became more insistent, a rhythmic pressure that mirrored the frantic pulsing between her legs. He then leaned down again, his teeth gently nipping at her earlobe, making her gasp.
"Just imagine what I'm going to do to you after Ji Hoon leaves," he whispered, his voice a low growl filled with promise. "I'm going to take you right here, on this table, and fuck you until you can't see straight."
"Aahh…" Jihyo moaned, the image he painted sending a fresh wave of heat through her. Her wetness intensified, and she squeezed her thighs together even tighter, the desperate friction doing little to quell the ache.
Papa Ji's hand that was under her shirt now moved lower, his fingers slipping beneath the elastic of her bra, freeing one massive breast completely. He cupped its weight in his hand, his thumb stroking her engorged nipple.
"Look at this thing," he muttered, almost to himself. "Perfect." He then released that breast and freed the other, both her glorious mounds now bare and exposed to his hungry gaze. He squeezed them together again, his rough hands massaging her tender flesh.
"Papa Ji… I… I don't know if I can…" Jihyo stammered, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
"You can, baby girl," he assured her, his voice low and persuasive. "You want this just as much as I do. I can feel it in your trembling body, in the way you're grinding against me." His hand that had been teasing her thigh now slipped between her legs, his fingers finding the вже sopping wet fabric of her panties.
"Oh, God…" Jihyo whimpered, her head thrashing gently against his shoulder.
Papa Ji's fingers pressed against her wetness, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. He then rubbed his fingers back and forth, right over her swollen clit, making her body arch involuntarily.
"Tell me you want it, Jihyo-ah," he urged, his voice a low, demanding growl. "Tell me you want me to fuck you right here, right now."
Jihyo's control finally snapped. "Yes… aahh… fuck me, Papa Ji… please… fuck me…" The words tumbled out, desperate and filled with raw desire, the sound echoing softly in the room.
From his vantage point, Ji Hoon felt like a perverse voyeur trapped in his nightmare. The image reflected in the mirror was seared into his brain: Jihyo, her usually pristine image utterly shattered, stood with her t-shirt bunched up around her neck, exposing her glorious, full breasts, their nipples dark and erect from his father's ministrations. Her bra hung precariously by one strap, a discarded trophy. Papa Ji's hands, rough and knowing, were all over her, one cupping the soft weight of her bare breast, his thumb circling her nipple, the other hand buried beneath her hiked-up skirt, his fingers clearly at work inside her panties. Jihyo's knees trembled visibly, her beautiful thighs now slick with sweat that gleamed under the kitchen light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face a mask of mingled pleasure and embarrassment. It was a scene of raw, forbidden intimacy. His head was still close to her ear, his lips moving as he whispered words Ji Hoon couldn't quite make out, but their lewd intent was undeniable.
"Oh, fuck, Ajhussi…" Jihyo moaned, her voice thick with arousal. "Your hands… they feel so good…"
"These tits were begging to be set free, weren't they, Jihyo-ah?" Papa Ji chuckled, his fingers squeezing her breast firmly. "So big and juicy… I could suck on these all day."
"Aahh… please do…" she gasped, her hips tilting back slightly, offering him more access.
Papa Ji's fingers between her legs worked rhythmically, stroking and probing her wet, soaked pussy. "And down here… you're a goddamn waterfall, baby girl. So wet for your old Ajhussi."
"Mmmph… yes… fuck… it feels so good…" Jihyo whimpered, her back arching slightly.
Ji Hoon's gaze drifted over Jihyo's exposed body. Her breasts were truly magnificent – large, perfectly round, with nipples that stood out like dark berries. Even with her shirt bunched up, he could see the faint outline of her toned abs, those hard-won muscles now flexing with each shudder of pleasure that ran through her. Her face, usually so bright and cheerful, was now flushed and contorted in a blissful grimace. Her thighs, smooth and athletic, were now slick and trembling, parted slightly to accommodate his father's invasive touch. He even caught a glimpse of her rounded ass, peeking out from under her hiked-up skirt, the cheeks clenched tight with arousal. She was pure, unadulterated temptation.
"You like it when I touch you here, don't you, Jihyo-ah?" Papa Ji's voice was a low growl as his fingers delved deeper into her wet, slick folds.
"Y-yes… oh, God… don't stop…" she pleaded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
His fingers continued their relentless assault, teasing her swollen clit, dipping in and out of her wet canal. He varied his touch, sometimes stroking her gently, other times pressing down harder, eliciting sharp cries from her.
"Tell me what you want, baby girl," Papa Ji urged, his thumb now rubbing circles around her most sensitive spot.
"Fuck… fuck me… Ajhussi… please… I want to come…" Jihyo moaned, her head thrashing back and forth, her body bucking against his hand.
Papa Ji's pace intensified, his fingers working with a practiced rhythm. Ji Hoon watched, a strange mix of revulsion and morbid fascination churning in his gut, as Jihyo's breathing became more rapid and shallow. Her muscles tensed, her back arching further, and then, with a strangled cry, her body convulsed. Waves of pleasure washed over her, her moans becoming louder, more primal. She squeezed his hand between her thighs, her pussy heat gripping his fingers tightly as she rode out her orgasm.
Finally, as the tremors subsided, Jihyo went limp, her body leaning heavily against Papa Ji. Her eyes fluttered open, glazed over with spent desire. She took a few shaky breaths, her chest heaving, before slowly sliding down the wall until she was sitting on the floor, her skirt still hiked up, her t-shirt still bunched around her neck, her hair a sweaty mess. She looked utterly ravaged, yet strangely content. Papa Ji stood behind her, a satisfied smirk on his face, his hand still lingering near her damp crotch.
Jihyo's eyes flickered down to Papa Ji's groin, her gaze lingering on the obvious bulge straining the fabric of his shorts. A thick droplet of precum had seeped through the material, a big stain that spoke volumes about his arousal. She swallowed hard, her gaze then snapping up to Ji Hoon, who still sat with his headphones on, seemingly oblivious to the seismic shift that had just occurred in the small apartment. A determined look crossed her face.
With a decisive movement, she pulled her t-shirt down, the hem falling to just above her knees, not even bothering to properly adjust her bra, which now hung loosely from one shoulder strap. She stood up, her skirt falling back into place, but the elastic of her panties had somehow gotten tangled around her thighs, leaving her lower half partially exposed, the damp fabric clinging to her skin. She walked over to Ji Hoon and tapped him gently on the shoulder.
Ji Hoon looked up, his eyes widening at the sight of Jihyo. Her cheeks were flushed a rosy red, and a sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead. He gulped, his gaze involuntarily dropping to the way her t-shirt clung to her now braless chest, her nipples visible beneath the thin fabric. He knew, with a sickening certainty, that whatever listening exercise he was supposed to be doing had been completely overshadowed by the explicit scene that had unfolded behind him.
"Ji Hoon-ah," Jihyo said, her voice a little breathless, "I think we should take a short break. I wanted to quickly discuss your progress with your father."
"Oh… okay," Ji Hoon mumbled, feeling completely disoriented.
"Why don't you continue with the listening tasks for a little while longer? I'll be right back to check on your answers," she said, offering him a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. With that, she turned and strode towards the living room, her damp skirt swaying with each step. Papa Ji, a wide, satisfied grin plastered across his face, gave Ji Hoon a quick, knowing smile and then followed Jihyo, his eyes glued to the sway of her partially clad ass as he disappeared into the other room.
Frustration and a desperate need to know what was happening boiled over within Ji Hoon. He ripped off his headphones and threw them onto the table, the listening exercise now the furthest thing from his mind. He stood up and quietly crept towards the living room, intent on discovering just what kind of "discussion" Jihyo needed to have with his father.
Creeping silently down the hallway, Ji Hoon reached his father's bedroom door. He pressed his ear against the cool wood for a moment, hearing only the faint murmur of voices before he cautiously peeked inside, his heart pounding in his chest. The scene that greeted him made his breath hitch. Jihyo was indeed in the room with his father, and she was leading him towards the bed. Papa Ji, looking slightly bewildered but with a hopeful glint in his eye, allowed himself to be gently pushed down until he was sitting on the edge of the mattress.
Jihyo stood before him, that stunningly beautiful face now radiating a playful, seductive confidence. The relief she had felt at seeing Ji Hoon with his headphones on had emboldened her. She gave Papa Ji a slow, deliberate smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. What followed was a performance that Ji Hoon watched, hidden behind the door, in a state of utter shock and burgeoning arousal – a private strip show meant for his father, but witnessed by the son.
With a deliberate slowness that amplified the anticipation, Jihyo reached down and gently pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her magnificent breasts in all their bare glory. They were heavy and full, the nipples large and already erect, their dark tips contrasting beautifully with her fair skin. Papa Ji's eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape as he took in the breathtaking sight. Jihyo held his gaze, a knowing smirk playing on her lips, as she let the t-shirt fall to the floor.
Next, her fingers went to the button of her denim skirt. She unfastened it slowly, the rasp of the zipper adding to the mounting tension in the room. The skirt slid down her thighs, pooling at her ankles, revealing her bare legs, long, toned, and smooth. Ji Hoon could see the faint sheen of sweat still clinging to her skin from their earlier encounter in the kitchen.
Now standing in just her damp panties, Jihyo ran her hands down her body, her touch languid and provocative. Her fingers traced the curve of her shoulders, down her arms, across her flat, toned abs – the same rock-hard stomach Ji Hoon had admired during her dance practices on campus. "Did you get a good look, Ajhussi?" she purred, her voice a low, husky whisper filled with playful challenge. "This is all for you."
Papa Ji, still speechless, could only nod, his eyes glued to her every move.
Jihyo then reached the waistband of her вже soaked panties, her fingers teasing the elastic. She looked directly into Papa Ji's eyes, her smile widening into a full-blown, seductive grin. "And I bet you're wondering what's hiding under here, aren't you?" With a slow, deliberate motion, she slid her panties down her thighs, revealing her completely bare, clean-shaven pussy. It was glistening wet, the lips swollen and parted, a clear invitation. Papa Ji's breath hitched, his gaze fixated on her exposed vulva.
Jihyo spread her long legs slightly, offering him an even better view. She then ran her fingers through her влажные curls, her touch lingering on her big throbbing clit. "See how wet you make me, Ajhussi?" she whispered, her voice laced with blatant lust. "Just thinking about your big cock inside me again…"
Papa Ji finally found his voice, a low groan escaping his lips. "Goddamn, Jihyo… you're going to kill me."
Jihyo laughed, a throaty, sensual sound. She then knelt in front of him, her bare pussy inches from his face. "Maybe that's the idea, Ajhussi," she said, her eyes locking with his. "To give you so much pleasure, you think you've died and gone to heaven." She then leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to trace the outline of his lips, her bare breasts brushing against his chest. "But we're just getting started."
She then took his hand, her eyes never leaving his, and guided it down between her legs, placing his fingers directly onto her wet dripping clit. "Now, Ajhussi," she purred, her voice a seductive whisper, "show me what you've got."
Papa Ji's rough fingers met Jihyo's slick folds, and a gasp escaped her lips, a sound that echoed just loudly enough for Ji Hoon, pressed against the hallway wall, to hear. "Like that, hmm?" Papa Ji grunted, his touch immediately becoming more confident, his thumb pressing down on her WET swollen clit.
"Oh, God… yes… right there…" Jihyo whimpered, her knees threatening to buckle. She gripped his hand, pressing it harder against her PUSSY LIPS. "Don't be gentle, Ajhussi… I want to feel it."
Papa Ji needed no further encouragement. His thumb started to rub against her clit with a firm, teasing rhythm, while his fingers slipped deeper into her slick crevice. "You're so fucking wet for me, Jihyo-ah," he muttered, his gaze never leaving her flushed face. "Just thinking about me, aren't you?"
"Yes… aahh… only you…" she gasped, her hips starting to move instinctively, grinding against his hand. Her head fell back, her long hair spilling over his lap.
Ji Hoon, hidden in the shadows of the hallway, felt a strange mix of revulsion and intense arousal building within him. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding just a few feet away. His college crush, the girl he had idealized, was now completely naked and shamelessly pleasuring herself with his father's hand.
Papa Ji's fingers worked their magic, and Jihyo's breath came in short, sharp gasps. "Tell me what you want, baby girl," he urged, his voice low and demanding. "Tell me you want my cock inside you again."
"Yes… oh, yes, Ajhussi…" she moaned, her voice thick with desire. "Fuck me… please… I need you inside me…"
Papa Ji chuckled, his grip on her hand tightening. "You'll get it, my little tease. You'll get every inch." He then started to move his fingers faster, his thumb a blur against her clit, his other fingers stroking deep within her. Jihyo's body tensed, and a strangled cry escaped her lips. Her hips bucked against his hand with increasing intensity, her orgasm imminent.
Just as she started to climax, her body convulsing with pleasure, Papa Ji leaned forward and captured her lips in a rough, passionate kiss, his fingers still MOVING furiously between her legs. His mouth now muffled her moans, but her trembling body spoke volumes. Ji Hoon watched, frozen in place, as Jihyo's release washed over her, her grip on Papa Ji's hand weakening as she went limp, panting and heaving, her naked body a testament to their forbidden desires.
Jihyo stood up, her nude body glistening with sweat under the soft light filtering through the bedroom window. Her heavy breasts swayed with each movement, their nipples still tight and wet from her recent climax. Her knees wobbled slightly, a lingering testament to the intense pleasure that had just coursed through her. She panted heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath.
"Damn, Ajhussi," she said, her voice husky and laced with a newfound boldness. "You sure know how to use your fingers." She looked down at him, a playful smirk on her lips. "But I think I prefer something a little… thicker inside me."
Without waiting for a response, she straddled his lap, her wet dripping pussy settling right over his still-hard cock, which was straining against his trousers. She leaned down and captured his lips in a deep, wet kiss. Her tongue immediately sought his, tangling and swirling, a silent promise of the pleasures to come. He groaned, his hands instinctively reaching up to cup her bare breasts, his thumbs stroking her thick, pink nipples. The feel of her naked flesh against his clothed body was a tantalizing torture.
"Mmmph… you taste so good, Jihyo-ah," he mumbled between kisses, his fingers kneading her breasts with increasing urgency.
"And you feel so good pressed against me like this, Ajhussi," she replied, breaking the kiss to trail her lips down his neck. She could feel his cock throbbing beneath her, a palpable anticipation. She then started to grind her hips gently, her wet pussy sliding against the fabric of his pants, making him groan louder.
"You know," she said, her breath warm against his ear, "your son… Ji Hoon… he's got a bit of a crush on me, doesn't he?" She chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Papa Ji's hands stilled on her breasts for a moment. "He's just a young boy, Jihyo-ah. Don't pay him any mind."
"Oh, I don't," she assured him, resuming her sensual grinding. "He's sweet, but… well, let's just say he's not exactly the experienced type I prefer." She leaned down further, her voice a low purr. "I want a man who knows what he's doing, a man who can handle these." She squeezed his hands that were still cupping her breasts. "And that's definitely you, Ajhussi." She then increased the intensity of her grinding, her pussy lips now pressed directly against the bulge in his trousers.
Papa Ji's hands returned to her breasts with renewed vigor, squeezing and kneading, his thumbs flicking her nipples with a practiced touch. Jihyo's head fell back, her neck arching in pleasure, her moans and groans filling the room. "Aahh… Papa Ji… yes… just like that…" she gasped, her fingers gripping his shoulders tightly. He continued to play with her breasts, his fingers sometimes pinching her nipples hard, other times gently stroking the soft skin. The varied touch sent shivers of delight through her
While Papa Ji's hands were still pleasuring her magnificent breasts, Jihyo's own hands were not idle. With a newfound urgency, fueled by her recent orgasm and the intoxicating proximity of his hard cock, she reached down and frantically fumbled with the buttons and zipper of his shorts. Papa Ji chuckled, a low, rumbling sound in his chest, as she eagerly pulled them down his legs, revealing his girthy, fully erect and throbbing member.
Without hesitation, Jihyo guided his thick cock between her snatch soaked pussy lips, grinding down onto it with a gasp of pure pleasure. "Oh, Ajhussi… yes… fuck me like you mean it…" she moaned, her head thrown back, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly as she rode him, even through his undershirt. The friction was immediate and intense, her set hot folds sliding up and down his hard shaft, eliciting a groan of pure bliss from Papa Ji.
"You're a wild thing, Jihyo-ah," he rasped, his hands now cupping her ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly as she rode him. "Just like I like it."
Their kissing became more frantic, sloppy, and wet, their tongues battling for dominance, exchanging tastes of desire. His obsession with her breasts was evident as his hands never strayed far, sometimes cupping them from underneath her arms as she leaned forward to kiss him, other times reaching around to squeeze and knead them from behind. He pinched her nipples, rolled them between his fingers, and even gave them a playful tug, each touch sending a fresh wave of moans and gasps through her.
"These tits…" Papa Ji would pant between kisses, his gaze fixed on her bouncing breasts. "They're enough to drive a man crazy, you know that? Every man in your college is probably fantasizing about getting their hands on these."
"I know," Jihyo replied with a sly smile, her grinding becoming more insistent. "And I love teasing them. Showing them off just enough to drive them wild, but only letting my special Ajhussi have the real taste."
Hidden in the hallway, Ji Hoon watched the scene unfold, his initial shock slowly morphing into a strange mix of disgust and undeniable arousal. The Jihyo he thought he knew, the sweet and kind senior, was gone, replaced by this brazen, sexually charged woman who seemed completely uninhibited in her pursuit of pleasure with his own father. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of her riding his dad, her bare breasts jiggling with each movement, her head thrown back in ecstasy. The sounds of her unrestrained moans and Papa Ji's guttural groans filled the air, painting a vivid picture of their raw, animalistic lust. This was a side of Jihyo he never could have imagined, a slutty, uninhibited woman completely lost in the moment.
Papa Ji's hands, no longer content with just fondling, gripped Jihyo's hips, guiding her as he began to thrust upwards, his thick cock plunging deep inside her hot sopping wet pussy. Jihyo gasped, a loud, unrestrained moan tearing from her throat as she lost her balance slightly, her body rocking with the force of his penetration. She gripped his shoulders tighter, her knuckles white as she tried to maintain her position, the feeling of his hard cock filling her completely sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.
His hands then returned to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them with a hungry fervor, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as she rode him, meeting each upward thrust with a downward plunge of her own. Her head lolled back, her eyes squeezed shut, her name for him – "Ajhussi… Ajhussi…" – escaping her lips in breathless moans as she came down harder and harder on his rigid length. The fleshy sound of their slick bodies colliding, the fleshy slap of skin against skin, echoed in the otherwise quiet room.
"Your pussy is so goddamn tight, Jihyo-ah," Papa Ji grunted, his voice thick with lust as his cock slid in and out of her. "You're gripping me so hard… feels like you're trying to milk every last drop out of me."
"Aahh… yes… I want it all, Ajhussi…" Jihyo moaned in response, her breath catching with each deep thrust.
"You're such a little slut, aren't you?" he continued, his hands now rubbing her вже aching nipples roughly. "Hiding this wild side under that sweet college girl act. But you can't hide it from me, can you? You love my cock inside you, don't you?"
"Mmmph… yes… I crave it…" she gasped, trying to keep her balance as he thrust deeper, hitting her G-spot with a force that made her cry out. "Fuck me harder, Ajhussi… please…"
"That's my good girl," he growled, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming more forceful, each one sending her bouncing slightly on his lap. The sounds of their passionate encounter filled the room, a symphony of moans, groans, and the rhythmic slapping of wet flesh.
With a sudden, forceful grip on her hips, Papa Ji flipped Jihyo over, her gasp echoing in the small room. She landed on her hands and knees, her wet slick pussy now presented invitingly to him. Without hesitation, he braced his hands on her heaving breasts and began to pound into her from behind, his thick cock sliding deep into her slick tunnel with each powerful thrust. The sound of his hips slapping against her big, fleshy ass reverberated through the air, sending delicious ripples through her trembling flesh. Each thrust drove his cock even deeper, hitting that sweet spot that made her cry out.
"Oh, fuck, Ajhussi… yes… like that!" Jihyo moaned, her voice ragged with pleasure.
"You like it doggy style, don't you, you little whore?" Papa Ji grunted, his hands squeezing her breasts so hard her nipples protested.
"Deeper… aahh… deeper!" she begged, rocking her hips back to meet each forceful entry. "You're hitting it just right… your cock feels so good inside me… so long and thick"
Hidden in the hallway, Ji Hoon's gaze was glued to Jihyo's kneeling form. Her heavy breasts swung freely with each thrust of his father, their dark nipples bobbing enticingly. Her face, now visible to him, was a mask of pure ecstasy, her lips parted, her eyes glazed over. He could see the sheen of sweat on her back and the way her muscles clenched with each powerful thrust. Her ass, round and juicy, jiggled with the rhythm of their frantic lovemaking, a mesmerizing sight that stirred something primal within him.
Jihyo continued to rock her hips, meeting each of Papa Ji's heavy thrusts with an equal fervor, her whole body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure. "Fuck me, Ajhussi… fuck me hard…" she'd gasp between moans, her voice barely coherent.
Suddenly, Papa Ji reached forward and grabbed both of Jihyo's hands, pulling them back behind her, arching her back even further. This new position allowed for an even deeper penetration, making Jihyo's eyes widen in surprise and even more intense pleasure. A look of pure, unadulterated ecstasy washed over her face, her eyes going slightly unfocused, as if she were in a complete daze. Nonsense syllables and filthy words tumbled from her lips, a garbled stream of pure, unadulterated lust. "Oh, God… aahh… fuck… yes… deeper… Ajhussi… you're killing me… so good…"
Her second orgasm ripped through Jihyo's body, leaving her limp and face first on the bed. Her eyes remained closed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Disjointed words, little sighs and moans of residual pleasure, escaped her lips. Papa Ji let out a low chuckle, a sound of satisfied dominance, before his hand landed with a sharp smack on her fleshy, sweat-slicked ass. Jihyo gasped again, a fresh wave of sensation jolting through her. He then shifted his weight, his still-erect cock teasing the вже throbbing entrance to her влажная pussy, not yet re-entering but lingering just at the edge.
"Not done with you yet, little slut," Papa Ji growled, his voice husky with lingering lust. "You think I'm satisfied with just a couple of your little squirms? I've only just begun to taste what you've got to offer."
Jihyo finally managed to open her eyes, her gaze unfocused and hazy with post-orgasmic bliss. "Ajhussi…" she panted, her chest heaving. "I… I don't know if I can… you have so much… stamina…" She huffed, trying to catch her breath, her body still trembling from the force of her climax.
Her sexy body, now fully on display for both Papa Ji and the hidden Ji Hoon, was a vision of raw, spent desire. Her large, heavy breasts rose and fell with each labored breath, their dark nipples still prominent. Her toned abs, usually so firm, were now soft and relaxed. Below, her smooth, fair thighs were slightly parted, revealing the glistening wetness of her hot thoroughly ravaged pussy. Her long legs, usually so graceful, were now tangled in the sheets, a testament to the wild ride she had just experienced.
Papa Ji chuckled again, his hand now running down her side, his fingers trailing along the curve of her waist. "Don't tell me you're giving up on me now, Jihyo-ah. We've still got so much to explore. So many ways for you to please your old Ajhussi." He then finally plunged his cock back inside her, eliciting another soft moan from her.
Papa Ji plunged back into Jihyo, her position on her back causing her to arch instinctively, her вже slick folds welcoming his girthy cock once more. A piercing scream ripped from her throat, a raw sound of pure sensation as he sank deep, stretching her wide. He braced his hands on her full breasts, using them as leverage as he began to fuck her with a renewed intensity, squeezing and kneading her soft mounds with each powerful thrust.
"Goddamn, you're so fucking wet, Jihyo-ah," he grunted, his breath hot against her face. "What would all those pretty little college boys think if they knew you were screaming my name like this? A man old enough to be your goddamn father?"
"They can all go to hell, Ajhussi!" Jihyo screamed back, her voice thick with passion. "I only want your cock… deep inside me… fuck me… fuck me like you mean it!"
He changed his rhythm, sometimes pounding down hard and fast, other times pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in with a deep, guttural groan that vibrated through her body. He explored different angles, tilting her hips with his hands, finding those sweet spots that made her cry out in ecstasy. He could feel the frantic pulsing of her inner muscles gripping his cock, milking him with every thrust.
His orgasm began to build, that familiar tightening in his groin intensifying with each stroke. He gripped her hips harder, his pace becoming frantic, pounding into her with a desperate urgency that made her whole body arch off the bed. Her screams and moans reached a fever pitch, a chaotic symphony of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She was completely lost in the sensations, her body a sensitive mess under his relentless assault. He gave her no time to catch her breath, his only focus on driving her further and further into the abyss of pure, raw lust.
With a final, guttural roar, Papa Ji's body shuddered violently as his orgasm ripped through him, a torrent of hot, thick cum flooding deep inside Jihyo. She gasped, a sensation so intense that it triggered another climax, her own muscles clenching around his thick emptied cock, sending more hot spasms through her body.
Exhausted but satisfied, Papa Ji collapsed onto Jihyo, his weight pressing down on her full breasts. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him closer, burying her face in her sweaty cleavage, the scent of their mingled lust thick in the air. Warm, sticky cum began to trickle out of Jihyo, running down her thighs, a visible testament to their passionate encounter.
Hidden in the hallway, Ji Hoon watched, his heart a leaden weight in his chest. The scene of his crush, completely naked and utterly satisfied in the arms of his own father, was a brutal blow, shattering the last vestiges of his innocent admiration.
"Damn, Jihyo-ah," Papa Ji mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion and contentment, "you feel so good. We need to do this again soon."
Jihyo chuckled softly, running her fingers through his sweaty hair. "You know I will, Ajhussi. Just tell me when you're free. My idol training keeps me busy, but I can always squeeze in some time for my favorite older man."
"Good," he grunted, nuzzling his face against her sweaty tits. "I've got some more ideas about how I want to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours."
Jihyo giggled, a sound that was still laced with the lingering effects of her multiple orgasms. "I can't wait."
His drained cock, now softened but still glistening with her влажность, rested against her smooth thigh, a reminder of the intense pleasure they had just shared. And they both knew, with a certainty that sent a fresh shiver of anticipation through them, that this wouldn't be the last time Papa Ji's hungry desire would ravage Jihyo's sweet body, every chance they got, becoming another opportunity for their forbidden and intensely pleasurable affair.