The living room felt smaller the moment the video finished playing.
The screen went black, but the image lingered in everyone's mind—Ji-eun riding Min-jae on the couch, Yumi's mouth on Dad's cock, all four of them tangled in a sweaty, moaning heap. Live. Right now. Someone had watched every thrust, every moan, every drop of cum.
Dad was the first to speak. His voice was low, controlled, but the vein in his neck pulsed.
"Whoever this is... they were inside our home."
Ji-eun sat up straighter, robe falling open again without her caring. Her breasts rose with each quick breath. Cum still glistened on her inner thighs from earlier.
"The delivery guy," she said. "It has to be. He was here twice tonight. He knew exactly when to send the flowers."
Yumi hugged her knees to her chest, t-shirt barely covering her. Her pussy was still swollen, leaking Min-jae's load onto the couch cushion.
"He saw us on the roof too. He followed us."
Min-jae felt sick. Not just guilt anymore—fear. Real fear.
"We can't stay here. If he has cameras..."
Dad stood. Walked to the window. Looked out at the rain-slicked city lights of Gangnam.
"He doesn't need to be here anymore. He already planted what he needed."
Ji-eun's eyes narrowed.
"Then we find it. And we destroy it."
They moved as one—silent, urgent.
Dad checked the living room lights, vents, smoke detectors. Ji-eun searched the kitchen—behind the fridge, inside cabinets. Yumi crawled under the couch, fingers sweeping the carpet. Min-jae went to the hallway, checking picture frames, the ceiling corners.
It was Yumi who found it first.
A tiny black dot inside the air vent above the couch. No bigger than a coin. Lens glinting when the light hit it just right.
She pointed.
"There."
Dad dragged a chair over. Climbed up. Pried the vent cover loose with a kitchen knife.
Inside—a small wireless camera. Battery-powered. Wi-Fi connected. Red light blinking once—recording.
Dad crushed it under his heel. Plastic cracked. The light died.
Ji-eun exhaled.
"That's one."
Min-jae looked around.
"There could be more."
They searched every room.
Found another in the master bedroom—hidden in the smoke detector. One in Yumi's room—tucked behind her mirror. One in Min-jae's—inside his desk lamp. One in the hallway—behind a family photo.
Five cameras. All the same model. All blinking red until Dad smashed them.
By the time they finished, the floor was littered with broken plastic and tiny circuit boards.
The apartment felt violated. Exposed. But also... strangely intimate. Like the threat had stripped away the last layer of pretense.
Ji-eun looked at Dad.
"He saw everything. Every time we fucked. Every time we came."
Dad's jaw tightened.
"He won't see anymore."
Yumi shivered.
"What if he already sent copies? What if he's watching from somewhere else?"
Ji-eun pulled her close. Kissed her forehead. Then her lips—soft, reassuring.
"Then we make sure he never wants to share."
Min-jae frowned.
"What do you mean?"
Ji-eun smiled—slow, dangerous.
"We find him. We confront him. And we give him something he can't resist... so he deletes everything."
Dad raised an eyebrow.
"You're saying we fuck him?"
Ji-eun shrugged.
"If that's what it takes to protect this family. Yes."
Yumi's eyes widened.
"Eomma..."
Ji-eun cupped Yumi's face.
"Sweetie, we already crossed every line. What's one more if it keeps us safe?"
Min-jae felt his cock twitch at the thought—wrong, filthy, but undeniable.
"And if he refuses?"
Ji-eun looked at Dad.
"Then we make him."
Dad nodded slowly.
"Tomorrow. We track the delivery company. Find his name. His address."
Ji-eun stood. Let the robe fall completely. Naked, curvy, glistening.
"But tonight... we remind ourselves why we're fighting."
She walked to the couch. Lay back. Spread her legs.
"Come here, son. Fuck Mommy while Daddy and your sister watch."
Min-jae didn't hesitate. He knelt between her thighs. Rubbed his cock along her slit—still slick from earlier loads.
"You want this, Mommy?"
Ji-eun grabbed his hair. Pulled him close.
"I want you to fuck me like the world is ending. Because it might."
He thrust in—hard, deep. Ji-eun cried out, back arching.
"Yes... pound Mommy's pussy, son. Fill me again."
Dad sat beside her. Stroked his cock slowly, eyes on them.
Yumi knelt beside Min-jae. Licked where he entered Ji-eun—tongue flicking Ji-eun's clit, tasting Min-jae's shaft.
Ji-eun moaned louder.
"That's it... lick Mommy while your brother breeds me."
Min-jae fucked harder. Balls slapping her ass.
"Fuck... Mommy... your pussy's so tight..."
Dad leaned in. Sucked Ji-eun's nipple. Bit it lightly.
"You're so beautiful when you're getting fucked, wife."
Ji-eun reached for Dad's cock. Stroked him while Min-jae pounded her.
"Cum on my tits, honey. While our son fills my womb."
Dad groaned. Stroked faster.
Yumi's tongue moved faster on Ji-eun's clit.
Ji-eun came first—pussy clenching, juices squirting around Min-jae's cock.
"Yes... cum with Mommy... all of you..."
Min-jae exploded—deep inside her. Thick ropes pumping into her womb.
Dad came next—ropes of cum landing on Ji-eun's tits, dripping down her stomach.
Yumi licked it up—tongue cleaning Ji-eun's skin, then kissing her deeply, sharing the taste.
They collapsed—bodies tangled, breathing ragged.
But the phone buzzed again.
Same unknown number.
New video attached.
This one showed them just now—on the couch. Live feed still working. One camera they missed.
The message:
*Nice try. But I have six more. Tomorrow night. Your roof. All four of you. Or this goes to the police. And your company board.*
Dad's face hardened.
Ji-eun wiped cum from her chin. Smiled coldly.
"Then tomorrow night... we end this."
Min-jae looked at Yumi. At Dad. At Ji-eun.
They were in too deep to stop.
The rain outside never let up.
To be continued…
The blackmailer wants all four of them on the roof tomorrow night. What trap is waiting—and will the family walk into it together?