The apartment was silent except for the rain.
The family sat in a tight circle on the living room floor—clothes half-on, cum still drying on skin, breaths shallow. Ji-eun's red dress was bunched around her waist, tits bare and streaked with Dad's load. Yumi's skirt hiked up, thighs glistening. Min-jae's pants open, cock soft but twitching at the sight of them. Dad's shirt unbuttoned, chest heaving.
The note lay between them like poison.
*Congratulations. But I know it's not Dad's. Pay up, or the world knows.*
Ji-eun's hand shook as she picked it up again.
"This isn't Tae-ho. He's in custody. Police confirmed it."
Dad's jaw clenched.
"Then who?"
Min-jae stared at the positive pregnancy test beside the note. Two pink lines. Ji-eun's hand rested on her flat stomach—still no bump, but the knowledge was there. His seed. Not Dad's.
"Someone else was watching," he said quietly. "Someone who knew before we did."
Yumi hugged her knees. Her voice small.
"What if it's… someone close?"
Ji-eun looked at her.
"The maid? The building manager?"
Dad stood.
"I'll call my investigator again. Trace the delivery. Find the sender."
But Ji-eun grabbed his wrist.
"Not tonight. Tonight we stay together. We don't let this break us."
She pulled him down. Kissed him—deep, possessive. Then turned to Min-jae.
"Come here, son. Mommy needs to feel you again. To remind us why we're doing this."
Min-jae crawled forward. His cock hardened instantly at her words. Ji-eun lay back on the carpet, legs spread. Her pussy was swollen, still leaking from earlier rounds. She rubbed her clit slowly, eyes on him.
"Fuck Mommy while Daddy and your sister watch. Show us you're not afraid."
Min-jae positioned himself between her thighs. Rubbed his cockhead along her slit—slick, hot.
"You want your son's cock, Mommy? Even now?"
Ji-eun arched.
"Always. Pound me, baby. Fill me again. Make this baby yours."
He thrust in—hard. Ji-eun cried out, nails digging into his back.
"Yes… fuck Mommy's pregnant pussy… deeper…"
Dad knelt beside them. Stroked his cock, eyes locked on where Min-jae disappeared inside Ji-eun.
"That's my boy. Breed your mother again. Make her belly grow."
Yumi crawled over. Kissed Ji-eun's tits, sucking a nipple. Then moved lower, tongue flicking Ji-eun's clit while Min-jae pounded.
Ji-eun moaned louder.
"Lick Mommy's clit, baby girl… while your brother fucks me…"
Min-jae slammed harder. Balls slapping her ass.
"Fuck… Mommy… your pussy's gripping me so tight…"
Dad leaned in. Kissed Ji-eun deeply.
"You look so beautiful getting fucked, wife. Our son's cock stretching you."
Ji-eun broke the kiss.
"Cum inside me, son. Give Mommy another load. Make this baby strong."
Min-jae's thrusts turned brutal.
"I'm gonna cum… Mommy… take it…"
He exploded—thick ropes flooding her womb. Ji-eun came with him, pussy milking every drop, juices squirting around his cock.
Dad groaned. Stroked faster. Came on Ji-eun's stomach—ropes landing on her skin, mixing with sweat.
Yumi licked it up—tongue cleaning Ji-eun, then kissing Min-jae, sharing the taste.
They lay there, panting. Bodies tangled. Rain drumming.
Ji-eun whispered, "No matter who it is… we protect this. Our family."
Dad nodded.
"Tomorrow we hunt him down."
Min-jae kissed Ji-eun's stomach.
"Our baby."
Yumi rested her head on Ji-eun's thigh.
"I love you all."
But the phone buzzed again.
Unknown number.
New message.
*You think smashing cameras stops me? I have the pregnancy test photo. And a new video—from tonight. Pay 200 million won. Or your husband's company board gets it first. Then the police. Then the news.*
Attached: a photo of the pregnancy test on the coffee table. Timestamped tonight.
Ji-eun's face paled.
Dad took the phone.
"He's in the building. Right now."
Min-jae stood.
"Then we find him. Tonight."
They dressed quickly—Ji-eun in a tight black dress, no panties. Yumi in shorts and a crop top. Dad and Min-jae in dark clothes.
They moved through the apartment corridors—quiet, shadows. Checked the stairwell, the elevator, the basement parking.
In the basement—movement.
A figure by Dad's car. Hood up. Phone in hand.
Dad stepped forward.
"You."
The figure turned.
It was the building's night security guard. Young. Nervous. Eyes wide.
He dropped the phone.
"I… I didn't mean—"
Dad grabbed his collar.
"You recorded us. Blackmailed my family."
The guard stammered.
"I… I saw the first time. In the kitchen. Then more. I thought… money…"
Ji-eun stepped forward.
"You watched my son fuck me. My daughter. My husband. And you got hard, didn't you?"
The guard looked down.
"I… yes."
Ji-eun smiled.
"Then let's make a deal."
She dropped to her knees. Unzipped him. His cock sprang free—hard, leaking.
She sucked him—slow, deep.
The guard groaned.
"Mrs. Kim…"
Min-jae and Dad watched. Yumi too.
Ji-eun pulled off.
"Delete everything. Or we ruin you."
The guard nodded frantically.
"I will. I swear."
Ji-eun stood.
"Good boy."
She turned to Min-jae.
"Fuck me here, son. Show him what he'll never have."
Min-jae pushed Ji-eun against the car. Lifted her dress. Thrust into her pussy—hard.
Ji-eun moaned.
"Fuck Mommy in front of him… show him how real men take what they want."
Min-jae pounded. Dad and Yumi watched. The guard stroked himself.
Ji-eun came—loud. Min-jae filled her.
The guard came on the floor.
He deleted the files. Handed over the phone.
Dad: "You're fired. And if you speak… we destroy you."
The guard ran.
They went back upstairs.
Ji-eun smiled.
"It's over."
But as they entered the apartment—
The TV turned on by itself.
A video played.
Them. On the roof. With Tae-ho.
The blackmailer wasn't the guard.
It was someone else.
Voice distorted:
"You thought it was him? Cute. I have everything. And I'm not done."
The screen showed a live feed—now from inside the apartment. A hidden camera they missed.
The voice laughed.
"See you tomorrow. Bring the money. Or I send the pregnancy news to every news outlet in Seoul."
The screen went black.
Ji-eun's hand went to her stomach.
Min-jae looked at Dad.
Dad's face was stone.
Yumi whispered,
"Who is it?"
Ji-eun's eyes darkened.
"Someone we trusted."
They looked around the apartment.
The maid's keycard lay on the counter.
She had access. Every day.
Dad picked it up.
"She's coming tomorrow for cleaning."
Ji-eun smiled coldly.
"Then tomorrow… we end this for good."
Min-jae pulled Ji-eun close. Kissed her.
"Mommy… we protect our baby."
Ji-eun nodded.
"And each other."
But the lights flickered.
A new message on the TV screen.
*One more thing. I know about the pregnancy. And I know who the father really is. Pay… or the baby's life changes forever.*
The family stared.
The threat was no longer just exposure.
It was personal.
To be continued…
The maid is coming tomorrow. But is she the blackmailer—or just another victim? And what does the final threat mean for the unborn child?