RE: Keep it in the Family (Secret Class) 174 — Everything Happens for a Reason II

Eun Ha's POV:

Su Ah returned after about twenty minutes, carrying breakfast for her mom. Once she confirmed her mother had eaten properly and felt okay, she departed with a vow to return soon. Eun Ha devoured every bite until she felt stuffed to the brim, then downed her medication.

The moments slipped by in calm quietness; she grabbed her phone and spotted Jae-il's messages.

Jae-il: 

This message had arrived nearly an hour prior to her initial awakening.

Jae-il: 

The second one was far fresher.

No further texts or calls came from him afterward.

Perhaps he figured she required extra sleep. Or maybe training kept him occupied.

She stared at the screen repeatedly, hoping each glance might summon a fresh message, as if one more line could spark a revelation to banish all those tormenting visions of him positioned between her thighs.

Nothing appeared.

Eun Ha refrained from replying, just set her phone down on the bedside table and flipped on the TV. Distraction proved less effective than expected. She aimed to stay busy in a hazy way. Drowsiness overtook her mid-episode, so she lay back, gaze fixed on the photo by her bed.

A short nap claimed Eun Ha. She roused, dozed off again, then stirred once more. These brief cycles repeated until she finally dragged her reluctant, sluggish body from the sheets to prepare a steaming bath, seeking basic hygiene and a grip on her mind.

She rose unsteadily. The room spun briefly before righting itself.

Improvement.

Three steps took her to the bedroom mirror, where she examined her reflection.

Skin pale yet flushed with a feverish pink hue, cheeks tinged red, hair matted and sweaty, total disarray.

How utterly unappealing.

Perfect.

Time to reclaim a slice of normalcy.

Tiny, shuffling steps marked her path to the bathroom, fingers trailing the wall for support.

She flipped the light switch and twisted the faucet. While waiting for the water to heat up, steam already started curling through the air.

Peeling off her sleepwear involved a tiresome battle with sore limbs. Every motion demanded double the usual energy.

Finally slipping under the shower, the initial blast struck like a harsh impact—overwhelming. She recoiled with a sharp gasp, twisting the knob until the flow warmed to a tolerable, soothing heat.

With steam enveloping her, eyes shut, water streamed down her face. What began as a purifying ritual for body and soul quickly evolved into something deeper.

Fragments of last night's dream bubbled up.

Jae-il, the starship captain, appearing right there. On the command deck. Wedged between her legs once more. While Eun Ha commanded him in a firm voice to devour her—

Dwelling on those recollections in any sensual manner felt utterly taboo, or even considering they could stir her anew. The fever had unhinged her completely. No way she'd dwell on those dream snippets again.

Yet the spark between her thighs argued otherwise.

"Aaah~..." Frustration ripped from her throat. "Snap out of it, you damn pervert!"

''

Ah, the ghostly Jae-il reappeared, whispering filthy words only for her ears.

'?'

That sly tempter presented a tempting argument.

The locked door offered privacy. The water caressed so luxuriously. Her thoughts tangled in chaos, and the devilish urge suggested surrender as the route to clear-headedness.

Soapy hands skimmed her skin, lather gliding effortlessly. She mapped her body's contours—the hip's swell, stomach's smoothness, thigh's gentle give.

Her hand drifted independently, guided by primal drive over logic. Rationality had long fled the heated woman.

The detachable showerhead dangled close; impulsively, she grabbed it. Switching to a pulsating mode she'd tested curiously before, she directed the throbbing jet toward herself tentatively at first, then purposefully, zeroing in on that tender spot above her core.

The watery assault differed from a soft touch—intense, precise pressure. She drew the nozzle nearer, centering it on her clit. A moan nearly escaped, but she clamped it down to a hiss through gritted teeth. She bowed into the sensation, bracing against the wall, parting her legs further.

A facing mirror would reveal everything; her form shed all restraint, fueled by raw, animalistic needs. Shame and repercussions held no sway. Only the mounting pleasure and brewing peak mattered.

''

Yes, secrecy assured.

'.'

Oh. Damn.

Jae-il devouring with such fervor. Her arousal coating his flawless tongue and heavenly mouth.

His heated breath teasing her sensitive folds.

Even as she clutched and fondled herself, picturing him wielding that nozzle, lips claiming her clit, fulfillment eluded her.

Back when she was a single, wild young woman, this trick led to bliss. Now, it only stoked her hunger further. She dropped the showerhead, opting for a tried-and-true approach.

Fingers delved purposefully, coaxing forth the thrills sparked by the feverish dream.

Pleasure bursts struck like lightning—swift, dazzling, fleeting. Each clit graze sent shivers, hips jerking, toes clenching.

''

Eun Ha clenched her jaw, lids sealed, as fantasies took soaring wing. No longer just his tongue filled her mind.

'.'

...no.

'.'

''

''

Oh.

Just.

Shut. Up!

The harder Eun Ha resisted, the filthier her visions grew, her traitorous thoughts spinning ever more vivid, taboo scenarios with her own son.

She knew her body intimately as fingers stroked, toyed, and massaged. She envisioned his large palm on her chest.

Yes. No bra needed; he'd shove it away, grasp and toy just like her.

Curious and excited yet hesitant, fearing displeasing her despite zero knowledge of a woman's form. Yet he'd adapt swiftly—he had—and his touch wouldn't linger shy.

It might begin awkward, true—a virgin total newbie clueless on pleasuring females—but he'd experiment with various fingering, licking techniques on her.

Eun Ha's sob echoed, every exhale a pained whimper as fingers hooked deeper.

"Ah… nghh~"

One hand cradled a full breast, thumb swirling the peaked nipple. The other's index finger rubbed her clit steadily.

No starship or Empress role required. She craved imagining them secluded in her bathroom, her leading him to mutual ecstasy.

Thoughts of Jae-il's surely impressive manhood cleaving her hastened the peak. Size meant nothing; it centered on him alone.

The pulsing nerves screamed from excess, but she plunged two fingers from the free hand deeper still.

Increased force, deeper thrusts, faster rhythm.

Her cries escalated—muffled gasps and frantic whimpers as her mind leaped to another scene.

One absent motherhood. Purely lovers.

How snugly, completely she'd envelop his full length. That long, girthy—

"Oh, fuck!"

Eun Ha shattered in orgasm, thrashing against the wall, teeth sinking into her lip till blood's metallic bite bloomed. Tremors wracked her frame, leaving her drained and hollow.

After the waves subsided, tears flowed from mortification and remorse, drowned in guilt.