II - 75

I-jun, positioned between I-ryeong’s legs, made only the sounds of devouring her greedily. As if determined not to miss a single drop of her honey, he buried his face so deeply that even his nose was pressed against her.

I-ryeong felt a tingling sensation below her navel, as if she was about to lose her mind.

His pointed tongue kept licking upward, pressing and tickling, causing her entire body to tremble.

“Ha, I-jun…”

The sensation of his tongue swimming relentlessly inside her, as if it were a cock entering and exiting, made it impossible for her to stay sane.

Her hips and waist moved on their own, as if craving something even more intense and forceful.

“Hng, ah…”

She let out a moan. The hand that had been gripping the bedsheet was now tangled in I-jun’s hair, her entire body screaming for him.

“I-jun, ha, I-jun…”

Then she called out to him desperately, begging him to stop teasing her and to insert his thick member.

Finally, at her desperate plea, I-jun lifted his head.

“You’re delicious.”

He wiped his glistening lips with the back of his hand, casually.

“Chae Ryeong’s taste.”

He expressed satisfaction, as if she were the most delicious thing in the world.

Why did that sight feel so dizzying? For a moment, I-ryeong felt a shiver run down her spine.

Seeing him like a predator who had found its prey, she instinctively tried to back away while lying down, only to bump into the headboard.

Somehow, she felt like she shouldn’t let him catch her here, but there was nowhere left to run.

“Ryeong-ah.”

Just the way he called her name was filled with desperation. A very impure kind of desperation.

I-ryeong stared at him, breathing heavily, while I-jun closed the distance, swinging his erect member.

She swallowed hard at the sight of his thick, large cock, which was too big to even fit in his large hand.

“Suck it with your mouth.”

“…!”

I-ryeong’s pupils shook violently.

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She had never put his thing in her mouth before.

Was he really asking her to take that huge rod into her mouth? As she bit her lower lip, unable to respond immediately.

“Drive me crazy.”

He pressed his body closer.

“Make me lose my mind with those sweet lips.”

I-ryeong kept swallowing dryly as she stared at his bright red member.

The veiny, tangled thing wasn’t disgusting or dirty. She was just scared because it was her first time.

“I’ve only imagined it before, but I don’t want to just imagine it today.”

“…Imagined?”

At this confession she had never heard before, her lips parted.

“You imagined that?”

Instead of answering, I-jun nodded with his member.

How would it feel to have those pretty lips suck him? He had often imagined it while having sex with his wife.

But since he couldn’t know the feeling, his impatience only grew.

“Why are you only telling me this now…”

“I hesitated because I thought you might not like it.”

Her husband’s expression looked pitiful, like a dejected puppy.

“I might be clumsy.”

“Ryeong-ah…”

I-jun was surprised by her somewhat positive response and dropped his member.

“It’s my first time too.”

I-ryeong didn’t miss the moment and took the endlessly curved member into both hands.

The swollen, excited member was hotter than anything else. Hot enough to melt everything.

Looking at the rounded glans, it felt somewhat cute, and her discomfort gradually faded.

After much deliberation, I-ryeong took the lower part into her mouth.

“Ugh!”

Seeing his member being sucked into her pretty lips like a black hole was dizzying.

It was so ecstatic that he wouldn’t mind if time stopped right then.

For several days, a cold wind blew through Dogok-dong. Especially in the annex where I-jun stayed alone without his wife, even in summer, a chilly atmosphere lingered.

“Just a moment. Just spare me a moment.”

His father, Kyung-soo, who usually didn’t walk to the annex, came over.

Kyung-soo, who had been tormented for days, looked visibly worn out. I-jun noticed but chose not to mention it.

Right now, he was more concerned about the humiliation his wife had suffered than his father’s distress, so he pretended not to notice.

His father sat alone in the living room, waiting for his son.

Yet, I-jun didn’t hurry, moving more leisurely than usual. Finally, after finishing his preparations for work, I-jun sat down facing his father.

The silence between father and son lasted quite a while.

“As a parent, I can’t take sides.”

“I understand.”

Though disappointed by his father’s words after the long silence, I-jun pretended not to be.

“Still, this time, my heart goes out more to my daughter-in-law.”

Kyung-soo admitted he had seen the video.

“I don’t know how you’ll take this, but as a father, I bear the greatest responsibility for how things turned out.”

“What do you mean?”

Gyeong-su let out a deep sigh and continued speaking in a tone drained of energy, as if he had lived through every hardship life could offer.

“Unlike you, who excels at everything, I’ve always seen my own shortcomings glaringly clearly.”

He confessed that despite wanting to raise his children equally, he had unconsciously favored one over the other.

To a father, the eldest son was like a sore thumb—still, as the firstborn and heir, it pained him to see his eldest lagging behind the younger son.

“Your mother doesn’t know. I secretly gave in to everything your brother and sister-in-law asked for.”

As a result, he had granted every request made by his eldest son’s family.

“The outcome is largely my fault.”

He apologized, acknowledging that the consequences of his mistakes had fallen squarely on his youngest daughter-in-law.

He added that he would willingly kneel and beg for forgiveness—not just himself, but alongside his eldest son and daughter-in-law—as many times as it took for her to forgive them.

I-jun listened silently, unmoving.

“I have no intention of covering up Father’s mistakes. If there’s responsibility to be taken, then so be it.”

“I-jun...”

Gyeong-su’s face began to glisten with tears.

“And I didn’t achieve anything on my own. It was all because no one paid attention to me, so I fought desperately to be seen.”

With that, I-jun left his tearful father behind and headed to work. His next stop was the CEO’s office.

Knowing his mother arrived earlier than anyone else, he expected to find her already at her desk.

“I’ve come to discuss something important.”

“Have a seat.”

Today marked the end of the week-long agreement with I-ryeong, and matters needed resolution.

I-jun placed the prepared documents on the desk.

“Before you look at these, answer one question.”

He stopped Jung-ae before she could open the file.

“How much money flowed to my sister-in-law? Specifically, to our in-laws?”

A heavy silence filled the room, and an unsettling tension confirmed his suspicions. Like his father, his mother had also aided his older brother.

And to both of them, he had been the untouchable finger—no matter how hard they squeezed, it never hurt him.

Struggling to swallow the misery he had created, he tried to speak, but his choked throat overflowed with bitterness, rendering him speechless.

What was his mother thinking as she looked at him?

I-jun couldn’t read anything from her expression, leaving him frustrated. Still, he had no intention of backing down from his resolve.

“Our in-laws have been quietly receiving significant help.”

He had completely forgotten the words spoken by his father-in-law in the bridal waiting room. At the time, untangling the mess between him and I-ryeong had seemed more urgent.

But this incident had jogged his memory, leading him to uncover a second set of books while thoroughly investigating the Gangnam branch.

“Every time inventory ran low, Father handed over large sums of money to cover the costs.”

“...”

His mother chose silence.

“Do you know what he did with that money? He used it to acquire a competing store under our in-laws’ name.”

Still, Jung-ae remained silent, her expression unreadable.

“How this is handled lies in the CEO’s hands, not yours. But if you let sentiment cloud your judgment like Father did, as an employee of AE, I’ll have no choice but to report you.”

I-jun’s voice was calm, almost detached.

“And I’ll have no choice but to remove you as CEO.”

“Is that so? Then go ahead and remove me. What other choice do we have?”

After a long pause, Jung-ae finally spoke, her lips curling into a faint smile.

“Do you really think someone in my position wouldn’t have known?”

Jung-ae had been fully aware of everything—her husband’s continuous transfers of money, the in-laws purchasing a separate store.

“If that’s the case, I-jun, has the matter with your wife been resolved?”

At the mention of I-ryeong, I-jun’s expression hardened.

“You brought a new person into my home. Did you think I’d know nothing about it?”

Jung-ae laughed heartily before abruptly sobering.

“Did you know about her situation?”

“Of course I did. Do you think I’m blind, being the CEO of AE?”

She reluctantly revealed the truth she had known all along but chosen to ignore.

Born into poverty, she had dreamed of wealth. After marrying and throwing herself into work, she neglected her family.

“I thought giving money would make your father happy, and you all would be content.”

She admitted that her neglect had driven her eldest son astray and that she had turned a blind eye to her husband’s attempts to clean up the mess.

“In the end, my mistakes weigh heaviest. I’m sorry to you and I-ryeong. I feel too ashamed to face either of you.”

“Mother.”

Her words mirrored their father’s, leaving I-jun deeply disappointed.

“Did you think I succeeded entirely on my own?”

“You were my pride and joy. Your brother too. So don’t torment yourself like this.”

Instead of reviewing the documents, Jung-ae gently patted her son’s back.

“You said you wanted to find a way to reform the company? The prosecution will be here tomorrow.”

She informed him that she had reported herself to the authorities. She intended to undergo the investigation, purge AE of its corruption, and start anew.

“If there’s fault, I must step down. Isn’t that right? I’ve stayed in this position for far too long, and honestly, I want to rest.”

Jung-ae smiled freely, laughing more times than she could count—a rare sight.

Watching her, I-jun’s emotions churned with complexity.