The hospital corridor smelled of bleach and fear.
Ji-eun walked ahead, sundress swaying with each step, hand resting on the small swell of her belly. Min-jae stayed close behind her—close enough to smell her jasmine perfume mixed with the faint musk of their morning quickie in the shower. Dad and Yumi flanked them, faces blank but eyes sharp.
The doctor's office door was open.
Dr. Lee stood when they entered—mid-40s, handsome in a polished way, white coat crisp, smile professional. But his eyes flicked over Ji-eun's body a second too long. Lingered on her breasts, her hips, the subtle curve where Min-jae's baby grew.
"Mrs. Kim," he said smoothly. "And family. Please, sit."
Ji-eun didn't sit.
She closed the door. Locked it.
Dr. Lee's smile faltered.
"Is something wrong?"
Ji-eun stepped forward.
"You know exactly what's wrong, Doctor."
Dad moved to block the door. Yumi stayed silent, but her fingers tightened around Min-jae's hand.
Dr. Lee leaned back in his chair.
"I don't—"
Ji-eun cut him off. Pulled out her phone. Played the audio clip.
Her voice filled the room: *"The father? It's my stepson."*
*The doctor's reply: "But your husband…"*
*Ji-eun: "He knows. It's our secret."*
The doctor's face drained of color.
"How did you—"
Ji-eun smiled—cold, beautiful.
"You recorded the appointment. You sent the threat. You want money to keep quiet about the paternity."
Dr. Lee swallowed.
"I… I needed funds. Research grant fell through. I thought… a little leverage…"
Dad stepped closer.
"You threatened my wife. My family. My unborn grandchild."
Dr. Lee's eyes darted to Ji-eun's belly.
"I never meant—"
Ji-eun cut him off again. She walked around the desk. Perched on the edge right in front of him. Dress riding up her thighs.
"You watched us. You listened to us fuck. You got hard thinking about it, didn't you?"
Dr. Lee's breath hitched.
"I… yes."
Ji-eun leaned in. Her tits nearly brushed his chest.
"Then let's make a deal, Doctor."
She reached down. Unzipped him. His cock sprang free—thick, already leaking.
Ji-eun wrapped her hand around it. Stroked slowly.
"You delete everything. Every file. Every backup. You destroy the recordings. And in return…"
She stood. Turned. Bent over the desk. Lifted her dress. No panties. Pussy glistening.
"…you get to fuck me. Once. Right here. While my family watches."
Dr. Lee groaned.
"Mrs. Kim…"
Min-jae stepped forward.
"Do it. But if you cum inside her without permission, I break your fucking hands."
Dad nodded.
"Agreed."
Yumi bit her lip.
"Do it, Eomma. Show him what he can never have again."
Ji-eun looked back at the doctor.
"Fuck Mommy's pussy, Doctor. Hard. But pull out. Cum on my ass. Then delete everything."
Dr. Lee stood. Hands shaking. Rubbed his cock along her slit.
"You're… soaked."
Ji-eun arched.
"Always wet for my son. But today… you get a taste."
He thrust in—deep. Ji-eun moaned loud.
"Yes… fuck me… stretch Mommy's cunt…"
Dr. Lee pounded—fast, desperate. Desk rattling. Ji-eun's tits bounced with each thrust.
Min-jae stroked himself, watching.
"Harder. Make Mommy scream."
Dad stood beside Ji-eun. Fed his cock into her mouth. She sucked eagerly.
Yumi knelt. Licked where Dr. Lee's cock disappeared into Ji-eun—tongue flicking her clit.
Ji-eun came—hard. Pussy spasming.
"Fuck… yes… don't stop…"
Dr. Lee groaned.
"I'm gonna cum…"
Ji-eun pulled off Dad's cock.
"Pull out. Cum on Mommy's ass."
Dr. Lee obeyed—pulled out, stroked fast. Exploded—thick ropes landing on Ji-eun's round ass cheeks, dripping down her crack.
Ji-eun straightened. Turned. Smiled.
"Good boy."
She nodded to Min-jae.
"Your turn, son. Clean Mommy up."
Min-jae knelt. Licked the cum from her ass—slow, thorough. Ji-eun moaned.
Dr. Lee sat back, spent.
"I'll delete everything. Right now."
He opened his laptop. Showed them—folders emptied. Cloud backups destroyed. Hard drive wiped.
Dad checked. Nodded.
"It's gone."
Ji-eun dressed.
"You're lucky we're merciful. Leave Seoul. Never practice medicine again. Or we send everything to the medical board."
Dr. Lee nodded frantically.
"I will. Thank you."
They left him shaking.
Back in the car—rain easing.
Ji-eun leaned back.
"It's over."
Dad kissed her.
"For real this time."
Yumi rested her head on Min-jae's shoulder.
"Our baby is safe."
Min-jae kissed Ji-eun's stomach.
"I love you, Mommy."
Ji-eun smiled.
"I love all of you."
They drove home.
But when they entered the apartment—
The TV was on.
A news channel.
Breaking story:
*"Wealthy CEO Kim Tae-sung's family caught in explicit scandal. Videos leaked online showing incestuous acts. Pregnancy paternity questioned. Police investigating."*
The screen showed blurred stills.
Them. Fucking. Everywhere.
Ji-eun's face went white.
Dad stared.
Yumi whispered,
"But… we deleted everything…"
Min-jae's phone buzzed.
A final message from an unknown number.
*You destroyed my copies. But I already sent them to the press. Enjoy the fallout.*
The family stood frozen.
The scandal was live.
Their secret was out.
To be continued…
The videos are public. The world knows. What happens when the family faces the fallout—and how will they protect their unborn child from the storm?