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EP. 39. A Modest Party (2) 

After having an unexpected revelation(?) in the elevator, I felt as if I’d been freed from some kind of restraint. 

Because of that, the way I looked at Catherine grew even bolder. 

‘Her boobs are big, sure, but… that ass is insane… I’d love to have her and Aunt side by side in cat pose and just pound away.’ 

Watching Catherine, already mentally checked out and focused on the “party,” I let my lustful, male thoughts run wild. 

Just as my hand was about to reach for her swaying hips without thinking- 

Ding-the elevator doors opened. 

Too bad… or maybe not. 

… 

Aunt readily agreed to my suggestion for a small party, and preparations began in earnest. 

But with only three people attending, there wasn’t much to prepare. 

While Aunt Hyeyeon and Catherine made food together, I decided to look for drinks and some after-dinner fun. 

‘Let’s see, there’s beer left in the fridge… Oh? What’s this?’ 

While rummaging in the fridge, I found the champagne my mom had bought to celebrate my discharge. 

It was something the three of us-me, Mom, and Aunt-were supposed to drink together when Mom returned from Jeju. 

Seeing it brought a sudden wave of longing for my mom, who was in Jeju. 

Because of schedule conflicts, I hadn’t seen her for nearly two months since my last leave. 

I figured I’d have to soothe my longing with a video call tonight. 

‘At least Mom is safe in Jeju…’ 

A little later. 

Shaking off the sudden nostalgia, I went into the storage room and started looking through board game boxes. 

Clatter, clatter… 

From Jenga to Halli Galli and Blue Marble, all sorts of games came out of the boxes. 

Then my hand landed on a game that really appealed to me. 

Twister. 

The game where you spin the wheel and place your hands and feet on the colored circles. 

For adults-especially when men and women play together-it’s a great game. 

I pictured a tipsy me, Aunt Hyeyeon, and Catherine tangled together on the game mat, the two women’s voluptuous bodies rubbing against me. 

Throb throb ♡ boing boing ♡ rub rub ♡ 

‘This is the best.’ 

… 

After grabbing Twister and a few other board games, I left the room. About an hour later, the food Aunt and Catherine had been preparing was ready, and at a slightly early 5pm, our first party began. 

Pop! Fizz! 

Glug glug glug… 

First, we poured the chilled champagne into each glass. 

We clinked glasses to my toast. 

“To our comfortable survival.” 

“Cheers.” 

“Chuh-yeo~” 

Clink… 

Fizz, snap! 

After quickly finishing the champagne, we opened our second cans of beer and talked about life before the apocalypse. 

The mood at the table was so warm and lively, it was easy to forget about the “zombie apocalypse.” 

Soon, the main dishes-ribs and pasta-were all gone. 

At that moment, I suggested a board game. 

“I’m stuffed… How about we play a game to help us digest?” 

“Sounds good. What do you have?” 

“Twister. You spin the wheel and put your hands and feet on the colored spots. It’s pretty fun. What do you think?” 

“Oh, that sounds fun. I saw that in an American TV show once. I always wanted to try it.” 

“Twister is fun. I played it a few times with friends back in America.” 

When I pulled out the Twister box, Aunt and Catherine both nodded, faces full of anticipation. 

Soon, the three of us, beers in hand, moved to the living room. 

Right after, 

Sipping beer, we spread the mat on the floor and decided the order with rock-paper-scissors. 

Catherine went first, then me, and Aunt would spin last. 

“Let’s make it interesting-should we bet something?” 

“Hmm… What would be good…” 

While Aunt and I pondered what would be a good wager, Catherine, idly scratching her lips with her can, made a pretty good suggestion. 

“Then… how about the winner gets to pick a penalty for the second and third place?” 

“That sounds good.” 

“Alright, let’s do that. Catherine, you spin first.” 

“Okay.” 

Flick! Spin spin spin 

(Left foot, yellow) 

“Oh, good start, hehe.” 

Now, after Catherine and I had each spun three times, 

I had my left foot on green, my hands on red and blue, 

and below me, Catherine was half-crawled under me in a cat pose. 

Naturally, her big butt was rubbing against my left thigh and groin. 

But the feel was quite different from Aunt’s. 

True to her claim of preferring weights over Pilates or yoga, Catherine’s butt wasn’t just plump but also firm. 

Given the pose, some of that was muscle tension, but… 

Even so, the resilience of Catherine’s ass was beyond my imagination. 

If Aunt’s 40-inch butt was like a soft, chewy rice cake, Catherine’s was like a fully inflated rubber ball. 

Next moment, 

Images of the two women with their butts out flashed through my mind, and I imagined my hands grabbing each one. 

The voluptuous butt I’d tasted so many times-Aunt’s-was vividly imprinted in my mind. 

When I kneaded it with my left hand like dough, it changed shape, and my long fingers could sink deep between the flesh. 

My cock, just a centimeter from Catherine’s ass, reacted instinctively. 

‘Thinking dirty? I’ll get bigger.’ 

With the feeling of blood rushing in, my cock swelled rapidly. 

Still, my mind kept simulating more. 

If one hand is grabbing a butt, the other should be, too. 

I started imagining what it would feel like to grab Catherine’s juicy butt with my right hand. 

Based on what I’d felt with my thighs and groin, I tried to imagine the sensation in my hand… 

And then, 

My fully erect cock pressed against her firm butt. 

“Huh?!?” 

“Uh…” 

Catherine flinched, immediately realizing what had touched her. Regretfully, I decided to pull my hips back. 

But then Aunt’s heavy breasts pressed down on my waist and tailbone from above. 

“Hmmm, left hand on green this time… like this…” 

Squish♡ 

She crossed over me and placed her left hand on the green circle. 

In other words, 

Aunt’s body-specifically her heavy breasts-blocked my hips from moving back. 

So, my rock-hard cock didn’t move away from Catherine’s butt; instead, it pressed in even closer, almost getting buried. 

“Huh? This is comfy, hehe.” 

Whether she knew what was happening or not, Aunt leaned her upper body against me. 

This made my cock press even harder and more sensually against Catherine’s butt. 

I’d expected some lewd skinship or petting from this game, but this was several steps beyond what I’d imagined. 

‘But… I actually like it…’ 

The sensation of firm, resilient flesh against my sensitive, swollen glans and shaft. 

Unconsciously, my hips began to move slightly back and forth, 

and soon my cock, leaking precum, started rubbing against her butt. 

Slide, rub ♡ slide, rub ♡ 

Then, 

Catherine’s pale ears turned bright red. 

Her arms, which had been holding her up steadily, suddenly gave out. 

Thump 

“Ah… my arms gave out…” 

As her body collapsed to the floor, her butt, which had been pressed tight to my cock, also fell away. 

The disappointment was so great, I almost wanted to thrust forward and press myself against her again. 

Any man would know- 

Once your cock gets hard, 

It’s incredibly hard to resist that lewd urge. 

As soon as Catherine dropped out, my knees hit the floor too, and Aunt-by far the most flexible-won first place. 

With a mischievous look, she announced the penalty for second and third place. 

“Hmm… What should I make you do? Ah! Second and third place, take off one piece of clothing each!” 

“Huh?” 

“Aunt, seriously?” 

Catherine and I both stared at Aunt in surprise at the unexpected “strip” penalty. 

Then, questions filled my mind. 

Huh? Aunt? 

You’re setting things up like this? Why? 

Didn’t you get jealous yesterday when I got hard looking at Catherine?