- The Stepfather’s Wife
Ding-dong—the doorbell rang. Hyeonjun, who had been scrolling through SNS on his phone in his room, felt an odd sensation at the sound. Actually, that strange feeling had lingered all day, especially since he’d come home. The one who opened the front door and stepped inside was his mother.
“…Welcome back.”
His mother, dressed in a flawless suit, stood in the entryway slipping off her shoes without a single hair out of place. The familiar scent of her signature perfume wafted through the air.
Perfume…?
Now that he thought about it, the usual smell that lingered in the house had disappeared—the one he’d always found suffocating, Hyeontae’s scent. Shrugging it off as nothing, Hyeonjun returned to his room.
“You’re back.”
“Sorry I’ve been so busy with work that I couldn’t call. Have you and Hyeonjun been getting along?”
Hyeontae greeted his soon-to-be wife with polite formality. Yu-jin (유진) glanced toward Hyeonjun’s room as she slipped off her blazer. It was just a courtesy question, but clearly, her son still didn’t take kindly to his new stepfather.
“Well… yeah. He’s been going to school diligently, not causing much trouble. He’s been behaving.”
“He’s just a little shy around new people. You understand.”
“He just graduated high school. He’s still a kid, after all.”
Hyeontae replied smoothly. Yu-jin would never imagine in her wildest dreams what he and her son had been up to. The truth—that he’d fucked Hyeonjun countless times before even marrying her, that Hyeonjun had begged for it in heat, even gotten nipple piercings, that they’d hosted weekly orgies with friends—would’ve left her speechless.
Dinner passed without incident, Hyeontae personally preparing the meal. Hyeonjun, who’d been fucked daily without fail, felt an odd unease gnawing at him. He chewed and swallowed mechanically, his mind elsewhere, as if he’d forgotten something crucial. He racked his brain, but nothing came to mind.
“I think I read somewhere that if you forget something important, your brain cells start dying…”
He even dug up random trivia in his desperation. But Hyeonjun never figured out what he’d forgotten, and eventually excused himself from the table.
“I’m full.”
He left to give his mother and stepfather space to talk—though avoiding them was more accurate. Back in his room, the first thing he did was strip off his T-shirt.
The clothes felt stifling. It was summer, and he’d only been wearing a thin shirt, but the house wasn’t even that hot. Yet he felt trapped. As if possessed, he kicked off his pants too, leaving himself in just his underwear as he flopped onto the bed. Hyeontae had removed his piercings in anticipation of Yu-jin’s return, but weeks of nipple training had left them swollen, his chest slightly tender. The fabric brushing against them sent jolts of irritation through him. Relieved to be free of clothes, he grabbed his phone again.
“What was it?”
That nagging sense of having forgotten something important—had he missed an assignment? A pop quiz announcement?
To shake off the anxiety, he checked his calendar. Nothing. Shockingly, finals were already looming.
When did time fly by so fast?
He tried to recall if he’d made plans with anyone or owed someone money. For nearly a month, he’d come straight home early, occasionally seeing Jihun or Seungjun. His memories of the past month were hazy. Do heavy drinkers really lose their memory this fast? he wondered—just as his phone battery hit critical.
He sat up to plug it in. Lying on his stomach, he’d been pressing against the sheets, and the friction against his cock sent an unexpected jolt through him. Normally, he’d have gotten up without issue, but today was different.
Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t jerked off in a month. Probably because that shameless stepfather’s presence had made him too self-conscious. Hyeonjun knew he’d never gone more than a month without masturbating—ever. The thought of doing it now, with his mother home, made him tremble. But his cock was already hardening. He pulled the blanket over himself and slid his underwear down just enough.
Gripping his cock, he stroked slowly. A sharp tingle shot from the tip.
“Ngh…”
He bit back a moan, speeding up. A month without release—surely he’d finish quickly. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t climax. The pleasure was faint, never building to the edge. His arm ached, his glans turned raw, but nothing worked.
“What… the hell?”
He yanked his underwear off completely. His body felt wrong—aroused but unable to cum.
“Hngh… Ugh, ah…”
Sitting naked on the bed, he gripped his cock fiercely, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Only a pitiful dribble of pre-cum beaded at the tip. With immense effort, he finally managed to cum into his hand.
But even after, the dissatisfaction lingered—a hollow, unpleasant sensation. Something was missing. Maybe it was because he’d rushed it without any videos. He wiped his hand with tissue, but the unease persisted the next day, and the day after. He masturbated compulsively, yet the frustration only grew. Yu-jin, oblivious, scolded him for his rudeness toward Hyeontae. If only she knew—his pent-up sexual frustration was all her husband’s fault.
Desperate to leave the house, Hyeonjun absentmindedly stripped and groped his cock. He couldn’t relax unless he was naked. Maybe watching something would help. He opened his bookmarks—a streaming site someone had shared in a group chat. Without thinking, he clicked a random category. Spam ads popped up immediately.
“Ugh, come on.”
Annoyed, he went to close them, but one caught his eye: between images of women groping their breasts was a thumbnail of a man sucking another man’s cock like a lollipop. Normally, he’d have dismissed it without a second glance, but today, it hooked him.
“……”
He clicked. The screen filled with gay porn—thumbnails of a lean young man surrounded, fucked in every position, deep-throating, taking it from behind. What am I doing? he thought, but his fingers moved faster. He selected a video of a cock ruthlessly pounding an ass. A loud “Ah!” slipped out, and he hastily muted the volume. Even without sound, the sight of the thrusting made his groin ache.
He wasn’t even touching himself, yet he was hard.
“W-what… why…”
He’d never been into gay porn before. But now that he’d started, he couldn’t stop. He stroked his cock as the video played, his focus shifting to the ass being pounded. His hand crept lower, fingers inching toward his own hole. It felt like someone else’s hand.
“Ugh… Kngh… Ah, ah—!”
His attention, once fixed on the screen, now zeroed in on the sensations from his body. His ass, untouched for days, clung greedily to his finger. All his pent-up frustration, the strange discomfort—it all vanished in that moment. He fingered himself ruthlessly, soothing his raging lust.
“Hah… Ugh, ah… ah…”
Even without hypnosis, his body remembered. A semester of Hyeontae’s training had ingrained it as habit. He tweaked his swollen nipples, pinching and rolling them. Normally, his cock took forever to climax, but now pre-cum dripped freely. He knew this was wrong, yet he couldn’t stop. He kept violating himself, throwing his head back in twisted pleasure.
“Haa… Ha…”
He couldn’t believe he’d cum just from fingering his ass a few times. Staring blankly at the cum splattered across his stomach and chest, he tried to pull his fingers out. The drag against his inner walls made him clench involuntarily. I should stop, he told himself—but before he knew it, he was thrusting his fingers back in.
The more he fingered himself, the weaker the pleasure became. The video still played on loop—rough, relentless fucking.
He needed something thicker, something to wreck his hole. Frantic, he scanned the room. His eyes landed on a recorder he hadn’t touched since elementary school. In this moment, nothing else was thick enough. He slowly licked the top of the recorder, debating whether he could really put this inside himself, whether it would even fit. His leaking hole twitched in anticipation.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
