The apartment had become a fortress and a prison at the same time.
Curtains drawn. Lights low. Phones on silent. The TV stayed off—none of them could bear another loop of blurred stills or breathless anchors saying the words "incest" and "scandal" like they were discussing the weather.
Ji-eun sat on the edge of the master bed, knees together, hands folded over her stomach. The small bump was more noticeable now—barely four months along, but the curve was undeniable under her loose silk slip. She hadn't spoken in almost an hour. Just stared at the wall.
Dad stood by the window, arms crossed, staring at nothing. His phone had been buzzing nonstop—board members, lawyers, crisis PR team. He'd silenced it. The empire he'd built was cracking, but right now he didn't care. His family was cracking faster.
Yumi lay curled on her side, head in Min-jae's lap. He stroked her hair slowly—mechanical, comforting. His own mind was a storm. Every time he closed his eyes he saw the news clips. Saw strangers judging them. Saw the baby—his baby—growing up with whispers and pointed fingers.
Ji-eun finally broke the silence.
"I'm going to the Han River tomorrow night. Alone."
Dad turned sharply.
"No."
Min-jae's hand stilled in Yumi's hair.
"Mommy—"
Ji-eun raised a hand.
"I have to. If he's bluffing about more copies, we call it. If he's not… we lose everything anyway. But if I go alone, maybe he'll show himself. Maybe we can end this without dragging you three into more danger."
Yumi sat up. Eyes red.
"You're pregnant. You can't go alone."
Ji-eun looked at her stepdaughter—soft, fierce love in her gaze.
"I'm carrying our child. I'll do anything to protect him. Or her."
Dad walked over. Knelt in front of her. Took both her hands.
"We go together. We face him together. That's how we've survived every threat so far."
Ji-eun's eyes filled.
"I can't lose any of you. Not now. Not when the baby is finally real."
Min-jae slid behind her on the bed. Wrapped his arms around her waist. Kissed the side of her neck.
"You won't lose us. We're not letting you walk into a trap alone."
Ji-eun leaned back into him.
"I love you, son."
Her voice cracked.
"I love all of you so much it hurts."
Min-jae's hands slid up. Cupped her heavy breasts through the silk. Thumbs brushed her nipples—already hard, sensitive from pregnancy.
"Then let us love you back. Right now. Let us remind you why we're worth the risk."
Ji-eun exhaled shakily.
"Yes…"
Dad moved between her legs. Pushed the slip up. Kissed the inside of her thigh.
"Let Daddy taste his pregnant wife."
His tongue slid along her slit—slow, reverent. Ji-eun moaned softly.
"Honey… yes…"
Yumi crawled forward. Kissed Ji-eun deeply. Tongues sliding. Hands roaming.
Min-jae pinched Ji-eun's nipples gently.
"Your tits are so full, Mommy. Gonna milk them soon."
Ji-eun arched.
"Suck them, son. While Daddy eats me."
Min-jae lowered his head. Took one nipple into his mouth. Sucked—gentle at first, then harder. Ji-eun cried out.
"Yes… suck Mommy's tits… make them leak…"
Dad's tongue worked faster—lapping her clit, dipping inside her pussy.
"You taste so sweet, wife. Even sweeter now."
Yumi broke the kiss. Moved down. Licked alongside Dad—tongue flicking Ji-eun's clit while Dad fucked her with his tongue.
Ji-eun's hips bucked.
"Oh god… all of you… don't stop…"
Min-jae switched nipples. Sucked harder. A tiny bead of milk appeared—early, just a drop. He groaned.
"Fuck, Mommy… you're already leaking for me."
Ji-eun came—hard. Pussy gushing over Dad's tongue. Body shaking.
They didn't stop.
Dad stood. Cock hard.
"On your hands and knees, wife. Let your son fuck you while I take your mouth."
Ji-eun obeyed. Ass up. Pussy dripping.
Min-jae positioned behind her. Rubbed his cock along her slit.
"You want your son's cock, Mommy? Deep in your pregnant pussy?"
Ji-eun pushed back.
"Please… fuck me… fill me again…"
He thrust in—slow, deep. Ji-eun moaned long and low.
"Yes… stretch Mommy… breed me…"
Dad fed his cock into her mouth. Ji-eun sucked eagerly—tongue swirling, throat relaxing.
Yumi knelt beside them. Rubbed Ji-eun's clit while Min-jae pounded her.
"Cum for us, Eomma… cum on oppa's cock…"
Ji-eun moaned around Dad's cock. The vibration pushed him close.
Min-jae fucked harder.
"Gonna cum inside you, Mommy… gonna give our baby another load…"
Dad groaned.
"Cum in her, son. Fill your mother."
Ji-eun came again—pussy clenching, milking Min-jae. He exploded—thick ropes pumping deep into her womb.
Dad pulled out of her mouth. Came on her back—ropes landing on her spine, dripping down her ass.
Yumi licked it up—tongue cleaning Ji-eun's skin.
They collapsed around her. Breathing hard. Bodies slick.
Ji-eun turned onto her back. Looked at them—all three.
"Tomorrow night… we go to the river. Together. We end this. For our baby. For us."
Dad kissed her forehead.
"Together."
Min-jae kissed her stomach.
"I'll protect you both."
Yumi rested her head on Ji-eun's chest.
"Always."
They lay there—tangled, quiet, listening to the rain.
Until Ji-eun's phone lit up again.
A new message.
*Han River. 8 p.m. Alone. Or the raw video—with your face clearly saying "Fuck Mommy's pussy, son"—goes live on every porn site in Korea. And I send the hospital records to every gossip account.*
Attached: a screenshot.
Ji-eun's face. Mid-moan. Min-jae behind her. Clear audio waveform visible.
Ji-eun stared at it.
Then looked at her family.
Tears fell.
"I have to go alone."
Dad shook his head.
"No."
Min-jae gripped her hand.
"We're not letting you."
Yumi sat up.
"If you go alone… he wins."
Ji-eun closed her eyes.
"If I don't… the baby's life is ruined before it's even born."
Silence.
Then Ji-eun opened her eyes.
"Fine. I'll go. But you follow. At a distance. And if anything happens…"
Dad finished for her.
"We end him."
Ji-eun nodded.
They held each other tighter.
Tomorrow night waited.
Han River.
8 p.m.
Alone.
But the family would be there.
Watching.
Waiting.
Ready.
To be continued…
8 p.m. Han River. Ji-eun walks alone into the dark park. But someone is already there—waiting in the shadows. And when she finally sees who the blackmailer really is… everything changes.