The hospital lobby smelled like antiseptic and stale coffee, a sharp contrast to the rain-soaked streets outside. Min-jae adjusted his cap, pulling it low over his eyes as he scanned the waiting room. Chairs lined the walls, filled with expectant mothers flipping through magazines, husbands scrolling phones, kids fidgeting. Normal. Too normal.
Ji-eun sat beside him, one hand on her stomach, the other clasped in Dad's. She wore a loose sundress—modest enough for the appointment, but the fabric clung to her curves in ways that made Min-jae's cock twitch under his jeans. Her large breasts strained the top, nipples faintly visible through the thin material. No bra. She'd insisted. "If he's watching, let him see what he's threatening."
Yumi sat on Dad's other side, legs crossed, short skirt riding up her thighs. She chewed her lip, eyes darting. "How do we know what he looks like?"
Dad's voice was low, steady. "We don't. But he'll make a move. When Ji-eun goes in for the scan, we watch everyone. See who follows or acts suspicious."
Ji-eun squeezed Min-jae's hand. "Stay close, son. Mommy needs you."
The words were soft, but the heat in her eyes was anything but motherly. Min-jae nodded, guilt twisting in his gut like it always did. This baby was his. Not Dad's. The blackmailer knew. And if the video got out... the world would know too.
The nurse called Ji-eun's name. "Kim Ji-eun?"
Ji-eun stood, dress swishing around her hips. She leaned down, kissing Dad on the lips—soft, lingering. Then Min-jae, her breath hot on his ear. "Be good, son." Her hand brushed his thigh, fingers grazing his cock through the fabric. Accidental? No. Teasing.
She walked to the exam room door, hips swaying, round ass flexing. Min-jae watched, cock hardening despite the setting. Dad noticed. Smiled faintly. "She's something, isn't she?"
Yumi shifted, her hand slipping into Min-jae's lap under the magazine. "Oppa... you're hard already."
Min-jae hissed softly. "Yumi... not here."
But her fingers stroked him through his jeans—light, slow. "Why not? The blackmailer might be watching. Let him see how close we are."
Dad's hand found Yumi's thigh, squeezing. "Careful, baby girl. We don't want to scare him off before we catch him."
The waiting room had a few suspects: an older man with a newspaper, eyes too fixed on the door. A young woman typing on her phone, glancing up every few seconds. A middle-aged guy in a suit, looking bored but tense.
The nurse returned. "Mrs. Kim? The doctor is ready."
Ji-eun disappeared into the room.
Min-jae scanned again. The older man folded his newspaper. Stood. Walked toward the bathrooms—but passed them, heading toward the exam rooms.
Dad nodded. "That's him."
They stood as one. Followed discreetly.
The man stopped at a vending machine near the hall. Pulled out his phone. Started typing.
Min-jae moved fast. Grabbed the man's wrist. "Who are you texting?"
The man jerked back, eyes wide. "What? Let go!"
Dad stepped in, voice low. "The blackmailer?"
Yumi hung back, watching the doors.
The man stammered. "Blackmail? I don't know what—"
Min-jae twisted his arm. "The videos. The threats. The pregnancy."
The man's face crumpled. "Please... I needed the money. My wife is sick. Medical bills."
Dad's jaw tightened. "You watched my family fuck. You threatened my unborn child."
The man whispered. "I have the last copy. On this phone. Delete it. Take it. Just let me go."
Min-jae grabbed the phone. Opened the gallery. Videos there—dozens. Their family in every room. Fucking. Cumming. Moaning.
He deleted them all. Emptied the trash. Smashed the phone under his heel.
The man sagged. "It's over. I swear."
Dad looked at him. "You go to the police. Turn yourself in for extortion. Or we do it for you."
The man nodded. Ran.
Yumi sighed. "Is it really over?"
Ji-eun emerged from the exam room. Smiling. "The baby's healthy. Strong heartbeat."
They hugged her—tight.
Back home, the family celebrated.
Ji-eun stripped first. "Fuck Mommy. All of you. To celebrate our victory. Our baby."
Dad took her from behind. Min-jae her mouth. Yumi licked her clit.
Ji-eun moaned. "Yes... fuck Mommy's holes... fill me..."
They came—Dad in her pussy, Min-jae on her tongue.
Yumi rode Min-jae next. "Fuck your sister, oppa... while Mommy watches."
Ji-eun rubbed her clit. "Breed her too, son. Make another baby."
Min-jae came inside Yumi.
They lay tangled.
But Ji-eun's phone buzzed.
A new number.
*You thought that was me? Cute. The real blackmailer is closer than you think. See you at the next scan. And bring the money—or the baby's paternity test goes public.*
Attached: a audio clip.
Ji-eun's voice from the doctor's office: "The father? It's my stepson."
The doctor: "But your husband..."
Ji-eun: "He knows. It's our secret."
The clip cut.
Ji-eun's face paled.
The blackmailer was the doctor.
To be continued…
The doctor is the blackmailer. And the next scan is in two weeks. What will the family do when they confront him—and what price will he demand for silence?