012

JEON

Fuck, this woman will drive me crazy.

I sigh—rubbing temple, ugh this  headache.- Is she this dumb or she's doing this purposely?

I lean back. Exhausted.Exhausted and annoyed.

I loosen the buttons—Pick up the glass, fill it to brim, take a long swig, whiskey burns down my throat.

I lean back against the desk. Close my eyes.

One sip.

Then another.

She thinks she’s pushing me? That little trembling act, those tears… annoying.Room fills with an bright glow through the open curtains.

"you did very good job in every categories of crimes..."

What type of lawyer says this!

Dumb.

I walk to back to the chair and slump down, sip the drink— Fuck, It burns.

The clock ticks 11 AM. Fuck- this early morning and my head throbs like disaster.

I take another slow sip— close my eyes.

That voice of hers... shaky, stupid, annoyingly honest.

Most people lie to survive me. And she stumbles through the truth like a drunk in heels.

And yet...

She stood up to me. Trembling—but still stood.

I open my eyes. Stare at the ceiling. She still hasn't broken completely.A

nnoying... but not weak. Never weak.

I swirl the whiskey, the liquid catch the light. My head throbs more—

Anyway, I'll win the case—I know I will.

But still... I have to make a point. To the opposition. To all those shitty rivals crawling in dark, waiting for a crack in my empire.

They need to see me untouchable.

Unshakable.

And what does she do?

Asking stupid questions with that trembling voice... like she actually cares about justice. Like her little moral panic changes anything. Idiot. I crush people for less.

I take another sip—harder this time— set the glass down, it clinks sharp...

Annoying as hell…

I can’t bring myself to break her fully either. Not yet.

I straighten— Open my laptop. Turn on the security cameras—take another slow sip— freeze.

Whiskey burning on my tongue.

There she is.

In her room.

Topless?

Lucas latched onto her breast, feeding peacefully—tiny hands curled against her skin, eyes fluttering like he’s the most content child in the world.

And she…She's nursing him...?

Cradling him like it means something. Like it’s natural. Her fingers gently brush his hair, voice low and soft—probably whispering nonsense only mothers do.

But she's bare... My grip tightens around the glass.

Mine? Both of them... are mine?

I gulp the poison—It twists something in me I can’t name.

I can’t look away.

My throat drying. Pants tight—unwelcome heat coiling low in my gut.

She moves, rocking Lucas… my son… while he plays with her other nipple and drinks from the other. Fuck—

I slam the laptop shut.

I can't breathe. Heart’s racing like I’ve been running. Swallow hard—mouth still dry as dust.

I took a large gulp of whiskey—burns all the way down, but doesn’t help.

What was that?

My eyes fixed on the wall. Silence presses heavy- thick… charged with something.

She’s feeding my child.

Like she belongs here.

Like her body was made for this—for us. For me?

I sigh- close my eyes.

The sight of her flashes back—those heavy tits, full- soft, slick with milk, gently cupped in her hand as Lucas fusses… no—stop.

I rub my face hard.

What is wrong with me?

Pants tight in a goddamn vice. Uncomfortable. I glance down-

Its bulging against the zipper like it's alive—shameless. Almost wants to comes out.

Shit.

I gulp, look at the closed laptop.

Should I…?

No. No.

My hands shaking- eyes fixed.

Fuck.

I open it—fingers tapping fast before I can stop myself.

Screen lights up.

Full screen.

There she is again—on the bed, bathed in soft morning light, Lucas drowsy now, latched weakly to her breast, tiny fingers twitching against her skin. He’s almost asleep… nestled into her, trusting her.

My chest burns—not anger.

Something worse.Lucas tugs on her other nipple—playful, instinctive.

He also has that habit?

I sigh low—rough.

Her tits… soft-looking. Squeezy. Perfect handfuls with just enough weight to bounce when she walks. I gulp- Areolas wide, tender- looking dark circles, nipples stiff- perky as one’s wet from Lucas’s greedy mouth, the other pinched between his tiny fingers.

One in my son's mouth.The other in his hand.

Mine? Both of them… mine?

My back hits the chair—the leather creaking under me— My hands moves on its own—zipper dragged down with quick snick.

My cock springs free—thick, heavy against my stomach—already hard as steel just from watching her.

Throbbing like it’s been waiting for this moment all day.

I fist wrap it tight around the base.

Once.

Twice.

Slow stroke— Then harder.My teeth clench to keep silence, eyes locked on screen.

Every twitch of her skin… every soft bounce as she shifts him closer…

And I’m here— jerking off to footage of my wife nursing my son like some desperate fool who doesn’t know how far he’s fallen.

Or maybe I do…

and I don’t care anymore.

She makes it look so sacred.

Like she doesn’t know she’s tearing me apart just by breathing in this house,

By letting my boy to love her first.

Lucas squirms, she pats him— shifts him to her other breast—

The nipple he just left? Swollen. Pink. Glistening with leftover milk and spit.

"Ugh—fuck" I stroke—hard—hard—my cock jolts in my palm like it’s been shocked. Excited—I breath heavy, can’t look away.

The screen captures everything: the soft sway of her hips as she paces, the tired sigh slipping from her lips, one hand supporting Lucas under his little bottom, the other absently brushing hair from her face.

So natural.So hers.

And mine?

Yes.

Every damn inch of her should be mine alone—not just for feeding my son… but for me to taste. To claim when I want. When I decide.

"Ughh-"

She doesn’t even know she’s on camera.Doesn’t know I’m here—fucking myself raw over her, when she hates me…

I stroke faster- Squeeze tighter the base, punishing pulse throbbing through veins like a warning bell ringing too late—I can't stop watching.

Not even when Lucas finally slips off with a tiny gasp, milk dotting his lip...

Ugh, ughh—

Stroke faster, rougher.

Why the hell is it throbbing so damn hard? I just came this morning only.

My eyes fix on the screen— unblinking.

That walk—those heavy tits swaying with each step, soft and full, milk beading at the tips.I stroke faster-  more faster- One droplet rolls down her areola, glistening in the light before it catches on the sheet when she sits.

Fuck—

It twitches forward instinctively—Ugh-  my jaw tight, breath ragged.

On screen, she adjusts Lucas gently against her chest.  Unaware."Aghh-" I rub thumb over slit— Ughh- Its sensitive as hell—low groans claw its way out of my throat.

No shame left in me now.

Just heat.

Just want.

Just her.

My fingers slick with pre-cum, cock straining in my fist— twitching hard—

"Ughhh fuck"

"BOSS— AHHHHH—" Thud

"Fuck shit-" i scramble- close the laptop-

Wooshik on floor.

"ASSHOLE—"

"SORRY SORRY— BOSS...I...DIDN'T KNOW.." He stumbles on floor- try moving faster—

I tuck myself, hard- the chain run on my foreskin "AGHH- GOD shit-" 

BAMM — his head hits against the door again, He falls on floor.

Fuck- My dick— its paining.

He is groaning on floor.

"UGH-FUCKER—GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE"

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