Chapter 18
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: The Strange Treatment Big-Breasted Women Receive
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Choi Eunhee couldn't hide her excitement these days. She spent her time staring at the calendar every day.
The day marked with a big red circle. The day Han Siwoo, the mattress care technician, would come.
He was a man who reacted so sensitively even to her flabby, sagging skin weighed down by excess fat.
Of course, to Han Siwoo's eyes, she didn't look fat or lacking in firmness at all.
With the kids always away from home, she felt constantly lonely, and her husband only came home to crash into bed and sleep.
The thrill came from a young man feeling desire for her aged body.
His cock so thick she couldn't cover half of it with her pinky finger, or the way his gaze lingered thickly over her body.
Everything was too stimulating for her.
'That doesn't mean I'm going to cheat. This isn't cheating, right?'
No matter how lonely she felt or how her pent-up lust boiled over inside her, Choi Eunhee intended to keep her boundaries.
Wearing slightly revealing clothes to draw the young man's gaze.
Or creating subtle, slightly vulgar contact by accident, like before. That was all she wanted.
Not as the kids' mom, not as someone's wife.
Just the gaze that saw her as the old Choi Eunhee, desiring her as she was. She loved that.
That was it.
Until she saw that lighter.
"Haha, oh, uh, no other meaning. I just smiled because you and your husband looked so close... happy."
He had an ordinary face, but his smile was pretty cute.
The way his eyes curved into crescents, and his slightly gapped front teeth from never getting braces.
"Oh, not at all. You look good when you smile."
Choi Eunhee gripped the lighter tightly behind her back, her knuckles turning white.
She knew it too.
The occasional late nights under the guise of business trips. The way his clothes came back crisp as if ironed after those trips.
It had been five years.
Since she and her husband stopped having sex.
Maybe because she'd suspected it already, but strangely, her heart didn't tear apart in pain or fill with betrayal.
She crossed her arms, lost in thought.
Once the kids turned ten and she started gaining weight, honestly, their relationship had been one of duty.
She focused on the kids and childcare, while he just brought in money from outside and kept the family intact.
Now that the kids had left home, maybe the duty they'd both upheld was no longer needed.
"Ah, I've finished cleaning. I'll install the frame and set up the bed right away."
Still, some inexplicable misery made her fingers dig harder into her flabby arm. The soft flesh and thick feel chipped away at her self-esteem.
That's when it caught her eye.
"Ahem, after I install this, I'll head down for a bit and bring up the waterproof cover as a free gift."
Glancing down subtly, her massively fat chest was on full display.
Even as he tried to hide his gaze, he was young and obvious about it. Endlessly stealing glances at her breasts—it was kinda cute.
'What's so great about this fat auntie's tits?'
Her chest, which had felt empty, now swelled a bit with self-esteem. The warmth spread downward, subtly heating her lower belly too.
She figured out why seeing that lighter had felt so refreshing.
She was free now.
Her husband had started it first, snapping the chains she'd bound herself with.
Duty, chastity, conscience—none of that mattered anymore after he'd gone wandering outside.
"Oh my, thank you! These are surprisingly pricey, you know?"
She bounced around happily, her heavy breasts jiggling up and down, quivering wildly.
His cute blushing face made her playfully slap her arm with her palm and stroke it downward.
'She looks different somehow—she changed her pants.'
Her eyes caught the bulge in his pants, like a club stuffed inside.
They always protruded so much that she'd been focused only on "that area" and hadn't noticed.
"New necktie too, and pants. You look neat."
Every time her breasts swayed, the bulge in Han Siwoo's crotch swelled more.
It was thrilling.
"If you tidy your hair, it'd look even better."
Like fussing over something cute, she straightened his hair while subtly pressing her breasts firmly against his thin elbow.
'He must be starving bad.'
Her own words. She could feel how hard her nipples were inside her bra against his lean, fat-free body.
"Ah, thank you. Uh, I'll get my hair sorted soon."
His face beet red, his cock throbbing.
A twenty-something guy's dick, hard for her.
Women live an average of seven years longer than men, so their aging is supposedly slower by that much.
But sadly, since all women aged slower by seven years, even giving her the best view, she saw herself as mid-forties.
As she subtly pressed her thigh against him, sinking its end into her thick thigh flesh, about to step even closer—
"Well, hurry and install the frame then. I need to head to the next house soon anyway."
He was an installer.
Regretfully, because of the installer, Choi Eunhee had thrown on a cardigan and bundled up tightly.
As consolation, she'd worn the sexiest underwear she owned.
She frowned slightly, stepping back, and licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue.
"Phew, good work."
"Yes, you too, technician. Well, I'll head out first."
After confirming the installer shake out his cigarette and drive off in the truck, I headed to my car.
"Whoa, her sex appeal is no joke today."
Her breasts squished against my arm, her breath brushing my skin—my dick throbbed, leaking Cowper's fluid.
Thankfully, she'd worn her thickest panties, so my pants were still dry.
I quickly grabbed the waterproof cover, glanced around to check if anyone was watching.
'No one's here.'
I pulled out some tissue, stuffed it in my pants, and wiped the tip of my glans.
Tossed the tissue into a trash bag and adjusted the rearview mirror to check my face.
"Yeah, like the customer said, I should've cut my hair."
My shaggy bangs falling over my eyes if left as is. Total fail for a salesman.
Slap, slap.
I smacked my cheeks. Gotta pull it together. Didn't Choi Eunhee say she wanted a separate bed?
Frame plus mattress meant a 400,000-won sales bonus, plus care fees per visit.
"Five million a month, let's go!"
Back inside the house.
The front door wasn't fully closed since I'd just left. I softly shut it and stepped in, noticing the master bedroom door half-open.
Step, step.
Heading into the room, I heard some bustling sounds.
The wardrobe door was open, and somehow she'd changed—Choi Eunhee was wearing a turtleneck tank top.
Her jeans were pulled down a bit, and between it and the turtleneck, lace-trimmed panties peeked out.
'Whoa.'
Frozen in shock, my eyes locked as she bent at the waist. Even from afar, her ass filled my vision. The lace thong panties had an empty crotch.
Her sweaty butt crack from the hot boiler and the jeans wedged into her ass cheeks were the highlight.
Up top, massive breasts loomed over her small torso, with her slightly folded arms and wingbones framing her strangely erotic armpits.
Up top—
"Uh."
This time I made a sound.
I instinctively stepped back. Our eyes met.
She covered her flushed ass with both hands. Unable to fully hide the massive cheeks, she stretched one hand toward her asshole to cover it.
"Oh my, sorry. I have plans with a friend after this. You saw something you shouldn't have."
"Ah, no, my fault. I came back in suddenly, sorry."
I spun around quick.
My stiff neck kept wanting to turn back to that scene, tilting against my will.
'Damn, that ass is insane! For real.'
Even half-covered, it was unreal.
First time seeing a real woman's ass, let alone one this exposed.
Swish, swish.
Sounds of her changing kept coming.
"What, you just averted your eyes from this old lady's body. All flabby and fat—ugly, right? Sorry, really. Guess I've gotten careless with age."
"No, old lady? No way. You look early thirties no matter what."
Thud.
She slapped my shoulder, her hand sliding down slowly. I naturally turned my head.
Her tight clothes outlined her breasts starkly. The sexy lace bra peeking through the stretched fabric made it hard to look away.
"You're in sales, so you only say nice things, huh?"
Choi Eunhee, wide-eyed in disbelief, was overwhelmingly beautiful.
Sharp nose, full lips, slightly droopy eyes that stirred protective instincts.
'That mole under her lip is hot too.'
If a woman like this was my personal fuckhouse, lines from adult doujins flooded my head in excitement.
'This is a different universe. Not NTR. Reality, it's reality!'
If she were my wife, I'd never leave the house—pound her every day for sure.
"No flattery, really. You look early thirties. And super pretty."
Her face flushed bashfully, she showed her profile. She pressed her thick lips lightly with a raised index finger.
I stared blankly, wishing that finger were mine wrapping around it softly.
"Thank you. It's been so long since anyone called me pretty. But look at all this fat."
While thinking how her husband must be some pure-blooded Gyeongsang-do man not to call her pretty with that face—
Choi Eunhee crossed her arms, subtly lifting her bursting breasts.
"Look at how much fat's in my chest. All age weight. Ugly, right?"
Ugly? Gaining fat in the tits is a blessing.
I shook my head vigorously.
"No, not at all. Bigger is better, I think."
At my compliment, Choi Eunhee's expression melted away.
'So damn sexy.'
Everything felt erotic right now.