The apartment felt like a cage after the blackmailer's message. The words burned into Min-jae's brain: *All four of you. Roof. Tomorrow night. Or it goes viral.* He paced the living room, rain slamming against the windows like an accusation. His cock was still semi-hard from the family orgy on the couch, cum drying on his skin, but the high had crashed into cold fear.
Dad sat on the edge of the sofa, face hard as granite. The wealthy businessman who'd built empires now looked like a man about to lose his. "We go," he said finally, voice low. "We meet this bastard and end it. One way or another."
Ji-eun leaned against the counter, robe loosely tied, her large breasts heaving with each breath. Cum glistened on her chin from Dad's earlier load, a streak down her thigh from Min-jae's. She wiped it casually with her finger, then licked it clean—slow, deliberate, eyes on her husband. "And if he wants more than money? If he wants... us?"
Yumi huddled in the corner, knees to her chest, t-shirt soaked with sweat and fluids. Her small tits pressed against the fabric, nipples hard from the chill or the adrenaline. She looked up, eyes wide. "We can't. What if it's a trap? What if he has backup?"
Min-jae stopped pacing, his athletic frame tense, muscles coiled like he was ready to fight. Guilt clawed at him—this all started with him eyeing Ji-eun in the kitchen, letting her tease him, crossing that first line. Now it had dragged everyone in: his stepmom, his stepsister, even Dad. "We don't have a choice," he muttered. "If that video gets out... our lives are over."
Dad nodded. "We go prepared. I'll call security—discreet. Have them wait nearby. But on the roof... it's us against him."
Ji-eun crossed the room, hips swaying, that round ass flexing under the robe. She pulled Min-jae close, her tits pressing into his chest. "Until tomorrow... we don't let him win." Her hand slid down, cupping his cock through his pants. "We remind ourselves why we're fighting. For this family. For this... freedom."
Min-jae groaned as she squeezed. The guilt twisted, but lust rose faster. "Mommy..."
She smiled, wicked. "That's right. Mommy needs her son to fuck the worry away." She turned to Dad and Yumi. "All of us do."
Dad's eyes darkened with desire. He stood, shedding his shirt, revealing the fit body of a man who hadn't let business soften him. "Then let's not waste the night."
Yumi unfolded from the corner, her slim legs unsteady. "Oppa... Eomma... Appa..." Her voice was small, but her eyes burned. She peeled off her t-shirt, standing naked, pussy still puffy and leaking from earlier. "I need it too."
Ji-eun led them to the master bedroom—the big king bed, silk sheets rumpled from Dad's brief sleep. She pushed Dad down first, straddling his lap. "Watch your wife get fucked by your son, honey. While your daughter sucks you."
Dad's cock hardened instantly. "God, yes."
Min-jae moved behind Ji-eun, hands on her hips. He rubbed his cock along her ass crack, then lower, to her soaked pussy. "You want this, Mommy? Your son's cock while Dad watches?"
Ji-eun ground back against him. "Fuck me, son. Show Daddy how you claim Mommy's cunt."
Min-jae thrust in—deep, one stroke. Ji-eun cried out, back arching. Her pussy clenched around him, hot and wet, still full of his earlier cum. He pounded her, skin slapping, each thrust making her tits bounce.
Yumi knelt between Dad's legs, her small mouth wrapping around his cock. Dad groaned, hand in her hair. "Suck Daddy, baby girl. Just like that."
Ji-eun leaned forward, kissing Dad while Min-jae fucked her from behind. "Our family... so perfect... so dirty."
Min-jae slapped her ass—hard. "Tighten that pussy, Mommy. Milk your son's cock."
Ji-eun did, squeezing him. "Cum inside me, son. Breed Mommy again."
Dad thrust into Yumi's mouth. "Cum in your mother, boy. Fill her."
Min-jae exploded—cum pumping deep, overflowing. Ji-eun came with him, pussy spasming.
Dad pulled Yumi up, flipping her onto her back. "Now Daddy's turn with his girl."
He slid into Yumi's pussy—slow, deep. Yumi moaned. "Appa... so big..."
Ji-eun straddled Yumi's face. "Lick Mommy clean while Daddy fucks you."
Yumi's tongue dove in, lapping Min-jae's cum from Ji-eun's cunt. Dad pounded Yumi, hands on her tits.
Min-jae watched, stroking himself. The sight—Dad fucking Yumi, Ji-eun riding her face—pushed him over. He came on Yumi's tits, ropes landing on her nipples.
Dad groaned. "Cum inside your daughter, honey."
Ji-eun kissed him. "Breed her. Like Min-jae bred me."
Dad thrust deep, cumming hard. Yumi screamed into Ji-eun's pussy, cumming too.
They collapsed—bodies a heap of limbs and fluids.
But the phone buzzed.
Blackmailer: *Enjoying the night? See you tomorrow. Wear something sexy, Mrs. Kim.*
Ji-eun's face hardened. "He's still watching."
They searched the living room again. Found the last camera—hidden in the bouquet of flowers.
Dad smashed it.
The next day passed in tension. Dad made calls—discreet investigators, tracking the delivery guy's address. Name: Park Tae-ho. Low-level courier. Lived in a rundown apartment in Itaewon.
But the meet was on the roof.
Evening came. Rain lightened to a drizzle. They dressed: Ji-eun in a tight red dress, low cut, hugging her curves. Yumi in a short skirt and top, innocent but slutty. Min-jae and Dad in casual clothes, hiding tension.
They went up. The roof was empty—wind whipping, city lights below.
A figure emerged from the shadows. Tae-ho. Smirking.
"You came."
Dad stepped forward. "What do you want?"
Tae-ho's eyes raked over Ji-eun and Yumi. "A taste. All of you. Delete the videos after."
Ji-eun smiled. "Deal."
She dropped to her knees, unzipping him. Sucked his cock—expert, deep.
Tae-ho groaned. "Fuck... Mrs. Kim..."
Yumi joined, licking his balls.
Min-jae watched, rage building. Dad too.
Ji-eun pulled off. "Now you."
Tae-ho fucked Ji-eun against the railing—hard, rough.
She moaned—loud. "Fuck Mommy's pussy... harder!"
Tae-ho came inside her.
Then Yumi. He fucked her next, cumming on her tits.
Min-jae and Dad joined—faking pleasure, but eyes on Tae-ho's phone.
Ji-eun grabbed it during the orgy. Deleted the files.
Tae-ho noticed. "What the—"
Dad punched him. Hard. Tae-ho went down.
Security rushed in—from the stairs. Dad's men.
They tied Tae-ho up. Destroyed his phone.
Dad: "You mess with my family... you pay."
Tae-ho begged. "Please... I won't—"
Ji-eun smiled. "We know."
They left him for the police—anonymous tip.
Back in the apartment, the family celebrated.
Ji-eun stripped. "Now... the real fun."
She lay on the bed. "Breed Mommy for real this time. Both of you."
Dad and Min-jae took turns—fucking her pussy, filling her with cum.
Yumi watched, then joined—riding Dad while Min-jae fucked Ji-eun.
Weeks passed. No more threats.
But Ji-eun missed her period.
She smiled at Min-jae. "Mommy's pregnant. With our baby."
Guilt hit Min-jae. "But Dad..."
Ji-eun kissed him. "He knows. And he's happy."
The family grew—secrets deeper.
But one night—the buzzer rang.
A package.
Inside—a pregnancy test. Positive.
Note: *Congratulations. But I know it's not Dad's. Pay up, or the world knows.*
The blackmailer wasn't done.
To be continued…
The blackmailer is back—with proof of the pregnancy. Who is it this time, and what will the family sacrifice to keep the secret?