The apartment lights were dimmed to a soft amber glow, but no one felt safe.
The ultrasound photo—fake or not—lay on the coffee table like a bomb with a lit fuse. Ji-eun stared at it longest. Her hand stayed on her stomach, fingers splayed protectively over the tiny life inside. The first real flutter had come only days ago. Now it felt fragile. Exposed.
Dad paced again. Slower this time. His businessman calm cracking at the edges.
"Hospital records," he muttered. "Only a few people have access to those. The doctor. The nurse. The admin staff. Someone inside the system."
Yumi sat curled on the couch, knees drawn up, wearing only one of Min-jae's oversized hoodies. It swallowed her slim frame, but her bare thighs still showed the faint red marks from Dad's grip earlier.
"What if it's the doctor? He did the first scan. He knows the due date."
Min-jae leaned against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight. His cock had gone soft hours ago, but the memory of fucking Ji-eun on the maid's son's desk still lingered—raw, angry, victorious. Now the victory tasted bitter.
"We can't accuse the doctor without proof. We need to trace the message. The number. The account that sent the money demands."
Ji-eun finally looked up.
"I already called my contact at the telecom company. The number is a burner. Disposable. No trace. But the payment wallet… it's traceable. Dad's investigator is running it now."
Dad stopped pacing. Looked at his wife.
"And until then?"
Ji-eun stood slowly. The silk robe slipped off one shoulder, exposing the swell of her breast. Her nipples were hard—partly from the chill, partly from the adrenaline still coursing through her.
"Until then… we don't let fear win."
She walked to Min-jae. Pressed her body against his. Her hand slid down, cupping his cock through his pants.
"Mommy needs her son right now. To feel safe. To feel full."
Min-jae groaned low in his throat. His cock thickened instantly under her palm.
"Here? With everyone watching?"
Ji-eun smiled—slow, dangerous.
"Especially with everyone watching."
She turned to Dad and Yumi.
"Come. All of you. On the rug. In front of the window. Let the city see how strong this family is."
Dad's eyes darkened with lust and something fiercer—protectiveness.
"You want to be fucked in front of the glass, wife? Where anyone with binoculars could see?"
Ji-eun let the robe fall completely. Naked. Pregnant. Glowing.
"Yes. Let them watch. Let the blackmailer watch if he's out there. Let him see what he can never take away."
Yumi stood. Hoodie falling to the floor. Naked underneath. Her small tits bounced as she walked over.
"I'm in."
Dad shed his shirt. Pants followed. Cock already hard.
Min-jae stripped too. Cock thick and ready.
They moved to the thick rug in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Rain streaked the glass. Seoul glittered below—millions of lights, millions of eyes that might be watching.
Ji-eun lay on her back. Legs spread wide. Pussy glistening.
"Min-jae first. Fuck Mommy slow. Let Daddy and Yumi watch how a son claims his mother."
Min-jae knelt between her thighs. Rubbed his cockhead along her slit—coating himself in her wetness.
"You want your son's cock, Mommy? Deep inside your pregnant pussy?"
Ji-eun arched.
"More than anything. Slide in. Feel how wet I am for you."
He pushed in—inch by inch. Ji-eun moaned long and low.
"Yes… stretch Mommy… fill me…"
Dad knelt beside her head. Fed his cock into her mouth. Ji-eun sucked eagerly—tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing.
Yumi straddled Ji-eun's face backward—pussy hovering over her mouth.
"Lick me, Eomma… while oppa fucks you."
Ji-eun's tongue dove in. Yumi ground down, moaning.
Min-jae thrust slow and deep. Hands on Ji-eun's hips.
"Fuck… Mommy… your pussy's gripping me so tight… like you never want to let go."
Ji-eun moaned around Dad's cock.
"Never… let go… cum inside me… breed Mommy again…"
Dad fucked her mouth deeper.
"Suck Daddy while your son breeds you, wife."
Yumi rocked faster on Ji-eun's tongue.
"Eomma… your mouth feels so good…"
Min-jae picked up speed. Slamming now. Balls slapping her ass.
"I'm close, Mommy… gonna fill you…"
Ji-eun pulled off Dad's cock long enough to gasp:
"Do it… cum in Mommy's womb… give the baby another load…"
Min-jae exploded—thick ropes pumping deep. Ji-eun came with him—pussy spasming, juices squirting around his cock.
Dad pulled out of her mouth. Came on her tits—ropes landing on her nipples.
Yumi came on Ji-eun's tongue—shaking, crying out softly.
They collapsed—bodies heaving, cum everywhere.
Ji-eun lay there, legs still spread, Min-jae's cum leaking from her pussy.
"Now… we wait for the maid's son to crack. And we wait for the blackmailer to make his next move."
Dad wiped sweat from his brow.
"The investigator will have the wallet trace by morning. We'll know who it is."
Yumi rested her head on Ji-eun's stomach.
"Our little brother… or sister. We'll protect you."
Ji-eun stroked Yumi's hair.
"Yes. We will."
Min-jae kissed Ji-eun's stomach.
"I love you, Mommy. All of you."
They stayed like that—tangled, quiet, listening to the rain.
Until Ji-eun's phone lit up.
A new message.
From the same unknown number.
*You think you're safe? I have the hospital appointment booked under your name. 9 a.m. tomorrow. I'll be there. Waiting in the waiting room. Bring the money… or I tell the doctor the baby isn't your husband's. And I show him the video.*
Attached: a screenshot of Ji-eun's OB-GYN appointment confirmation. Tomorrow morning. First trimester check-up.
Ji-eun's hand trembled on her stomach.
Dad's face went white.
Yumi whispered,
"He's going to the hospital."
Min-jae stood.
"Then we go too. All of us."
Ji-eun looked at them—fear in her eyes for the first time.
"But if he shows the video… in front of the doctor… the nurses…"
Dad pulled her close.
"We won't let him."
Ji-eun nodded. But her voice cracked.
"What if we can't stop him?"
Min-jae kissed her.
"We will. Because this baby… this family… is worth everything."
They held each other tighter.
The rain kept falling.
Tomorrow morning the hospital appointment waited.
And so did the blackmailer.
To be continued…
The hospital waiting room. 9 a.m. tomorrow. The blackmailer will be there—watching. What happens when the family walks in… and sees who it is?