After several hours of intense battle, Jin's body still carried the echo of the effort. He made sure to carefully settle the two girls, who lay completely exhausted and unable to move on their own, before finally heading home.
The sun was slowly descending toward the horizon. Its last rays spilled over the streets like warm honey, tinting the facades and stretching the shadows in its wake.
Jin walked calmly, letting the evening breeze cool his skin.
When he reached his front door, he pulled out his keys with a mechanical gesture, and the familiar click of the lock was a small welcome signal.
But before he could take a single step inside, a comforting aroma hit him all at once: home cooking.
"I'm home!"
"..."
Silence.
Not a footstep, not a voice. Just the faint bubbling of something simmering.
'Are they in the kitchen?' he thought, slipping on his house slippers.
Then, with a slight delay, Yuna's sweet voice traveled from the kitchen to his ears.
"You took forever, Jin-kun!"
He cracked a half smile.
"And Nina?"
He walked into the living room and scanned the space. Everything in order, but no trace of her.
"Her club activities aren't over yet," Yuna replied without peeking out. "She said she'd be a little late."
"I see…"
Nodding, Jin headed to the kitchen.
Yuna had her back to him, standing in front of the stove.
The heat from the burners soaked the kitchen air, and all of Jin's attention locked onto the figure before his eyes.
She wore a black apron tied tightly across her back, and that simple knot accentuated the sinful proportions of her body in a criminal way.
Her hands moved in a steady rhythm, stirring the thick soup in the pot, and with every turn of the spoon, her hips swayed slightly and the edge of the apron brushed her thighs, revealing the thin fabric of the white dress covering her skin.
Jin's gaze traced the curve of her slender waist until it crashed directly into that ass. Round, fat, obscenely perfect.
Each cheek was a fleshy mass that stretched the fabric of the dress to near surrender, jiggling slightly with every little movement Yuna made.
The cleft between them was outlined with pornographic clarity under the taut fabric.
The images of what had happened hours earlier came rushing back. Everything returned with brutal sharpness, and the blood shot straight downward.
'Wait…'
'Why do I feel like I'm becoming more of a pervert every day?'
Right as he reflected on his own actions, Yuna turned around.
And it was worse… So much worse!
Her golden hair, silky and long, pulled into a side ponytail, cascaded over one of her shoulders like a waterfall of liquid gold. But the killer was her face. An absurd beauty, the kind of beauty that had no business existing in some random kitchen. With a sweet smile on plump lips glistening from the steam.
The setting sun shone through the window, bathing her in its soft light and making her beauty even more heart-stopping.
"Jin-kun, I'll be done soon, you can go watch TV~"
I love being a pervert!
Faced with such perfection, Jin stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Yuna's tiny waist, and lowering his head, kissed her lips: "Thanks for always taking care of me..."
Yuna's lips curved beneath his, forming a tender smile without breaking the kiss.
When they pulled apart, her eyes sparkled with joy, "It's my pleasure, I'm yours, right~?"
However, her body had been trembling slightly since Jin's first touch—she had clearly already sensed his desire. Especially that thing pressing hotly against her abdomen.
"Y-You should go back first, I still n-need to cook… After I'm done cooking…"
"Okay, you just focus on cooking."
Jin seemed to obey Yuna's persuasion and let her go.
Sighing with relief, she turned around and got ready to continue cooking. She grabbed the wooden spoon and dipped it into the chicken soup.
Everything was calm.
For exactly two seconds after that…
"Kya~!"
The hem of her white dress was yanked up from behind by a shameless bastard. The air kissed her skin, making her shiver.
And before she could react, Jin's fingers were already at her hips, deftly untying the ribbons on both sides of her white lace panties.
A light tug, and the delicate garment slipped away.
Her ass was completely exposed.
Round, soft, perfect, inches from Jin's face as he knelt behind her. A scent of shampoo mixed with the natural warmth of her skin enveloped him like a drug.
"Jin-kun, you—Aaahh~♥️!"
The scolding died in her throat when Jin's tongue plunged between her pussy lips—long, hot, and skilled, parting her folds with a single lick.
"Yuna, focus on making dinner. Don't worry about me."
At the same time, his voice came out muffled, smothered against her flesh, and the vibration of his words tore an involuntary moan out of her.
How am I supposed to make soup in peace like this?!
Yuna's cheeks flushed deep red and a shy, almost embarrassed smile curved her lips as she trembled from head to toe.
Tensing her waist, she tried to press her legs together on instinct, closing the gates to stop that invading tongue.
However, such an action was undoubtedly useless.
Grabbing her fat cheeks and spreading them apart, Jin buried his face even deeper.
His tongue was a weapon.
First he traced her outer lips with slow licks, soaking himself in her, savoring her. Then the tip of his tongue sharpened and sought her clit, tracing small circles around the swollen button without touching it directly, making her squirm.
Yuna gripped the edge of the stove with white knuckles, the spoon trembling in her other hand.
"N-No… not there… Jin-kun… nnhh~♥️"
Ignoring her plea, Jin flipped her around, burrowed under her clothes, and plunged his tongue into her pussy, penetrating her.
"AaaAah~♥️!"
He pushed inside her, reaching places fingers couldn't. In and out, curving upward, searching for an exact spot, and when he found it, Yuna said fuck it to the spoon and hugged his head.
"Ah—♥️! Jin…! The… the soup's gonna—AAaah~♥️!"
Her legs were shaking so badly they could barely hold her up. Every muscle in her belly clenched, and her hips started moving on their own, grinding against Jin's mouth, betraying her completely.
The wet, obscene sounds filled the kitchen, mixing with the bubbling of the soup and her broken moans.
...
"I'm back!"
Nina, wearing her slightly oversized blue school uniform, walked into the house with her bag hanging from her shoulder.
The aroma of chicken soup reached her immediately, but there was something else in the air. Meanwhile, a rhythmic sound was coming from the living room.
Taking a few careful steps, she froze.
On the couch, Jin was savagely fucking a completely useless Yuna.
He had her face down against the cushions, ass raised and back arched. One of his hands gripped her golden ponytail, pulling her head back, while the other held her hip.
His cock buried itself inside her to the base with brutal thrusts, without an ounce of gentleness.
Each stroke produced a meaty sound that echoed through the entire room, while the couch groaned under the strain.
Witnessing such savagery, Nina swallowed hard.
Yuna couldn't even speak. Her mouth hung open, eyes glassy and vacant, with thin white threads stretching from the corners of her lips.
Her entire body shook like a ragdoll to the rhythm Jin dictated, her belly visibly swollen, stuffed full of his seed.
She was wrecked… Exhausted. Every muscle in her body screamed with fatigue, but at the same time a current of pleasure coursed through her with each thrust, keeping her at a point where pain and ecstasy become the same thing.
A bittersweet experience.
And at that moment, Nina's arrival was like a lifeline.
Yuna frantically gestured to her, pleading with her eyes for her to draw Jin's attention toward herself.
Anything to give her a break… Her body couldn't take any more.
Jin looked up. His cock still buried inside Yuna, throbbing. He looked at Nina with a fierce grin.
"Welcome home, little one!"
Nina looked at him shyly.
There was Jin, completely naked, his chest glistening with sweat and his muscles taut.
Like a lion that just took down its prey and was already eyeing the next one.
His presence was overwhelming… It was something primal.
Nina hesitated. It wasn't that she didn't want him to fuck her with that ferocity—on the contrary, her body was already reacting. But she'd just gotten back from her club activities, and her skin felt sticky with sweat, her uniform clinging to her body.
"I… just got home, I'm all—"
Yanking her roughly by the arm and without giving her time to protest, Jin's mouth was already on hers.
He kissed her hungrily. His tongue invaded without permission, forcing its way between Nina's lips, exploring every corner of her mouth with skill.
The wet sounds of the kiss filled the enclosed living room with clarity.
Nina turned her face just enough to gasp:
"Mmm~… w-wait… I'm all sweaty, l-let me shower fir—"
"I don't give a shit."
Firmly grabbing her chin, Jin forced her to look at him. "I want to taste you like this… all sweaty." He ran his tongue along her neck, savoring the salt on her skin. "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't even remember how you got here. We'll shower after. Right now just feel."
"Jin-kun… Mmmhh♥️!"
…
Meanwhile, in the outside world, night had already devoured the sky.
An old abandoned school building stood silent amid the darkness. Not a soul around. No lights. Just the wind slipping through the broken windows.
In the pitch-black hallway, a figure advanced at an unhurried pace. Kuchisake-Onna, clad in her unchanging red coat, walked toward the depths of the building.
Her heels echoed with a hollow ring.
Stopping in front of the women's restroom door, she pushed it open and stepped inside.
But suddenly, a figure was already there. Standing. Waiting for her.
A girl in a white blouse with a lovely face, features as delicate as a doll's. She wore a red suspender skirt, and her chubby legs were wrapped in a pair of long white stockings.
Her skin was white in an excessive way. Not pale. White. Like paper. Like wax. And her scarlet eyes glowed in the darkness of the bathroom, ringed by dark circles so deep they looked like hollow sockets.
Everything about her radiated an extremely unsettling aura.
"... Who are you?"
Kuchisake-Onna removed her mask, revealing an enormous grin.
"Ara~ Hanako, have you already forgotten me?"
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