Chapter 4
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: All the Women in This Neighborhood Are Pretty
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All the women in this neighborhood seem pretty.
Buuuzzz-buzz-
Beep! BEEP! BEEP!
The vibrations rattling my body and the alarm blaring in my ears.
My eyelids glowed bright. Morning already.
"Ugh..."
My head throbbed, and my stomach churned.
My body curled sideways on instinct, shriveling up like a shrimp.
Cool air brushed my ass, so I shook myself out like a shrimp dragged from the water.
Thud, thud.
I flailed my hand around until my fingers hooked onto my smartphone with a tap. Nails scraping, veins bulging on my wrist, I yanked it over.
I silenced the skull-splitting alarm and shoved the phone aside.
Thunk.
'Hah, just a bit more sleep. It's Saturday anyway. Weekends are for resting...'
As a contractor handling accounts from headquarters, what holidays did I even have?
'Saturday?'
When did the schedule start...?
"Oh shit!"
My eyes snapped open, and I bolted upright.
I snatched the phone from the floor. It was already 9 a.m. First appointment at 10.
I yanked up the blanket, hunting for my underwear, but it was nowhere. I ripped open the drawer, hauled on a pair, and tucked the stiff morning wood right up against my navel to hide it.
"Shorts. No, any pants."
I threw on some bottoms and crammed myself into a t-shirt as I burst out the door.
"Sleep well?"
The obligatory greeting rang out as always. I kept my head down and headed for the bathroom.
"Yeah, slept great. You too?"
I tossed the question over my shoulder and glanced sideways. There was Mother, in her usual disheveled sleep clothes.
But something looked a little different...
'Was Mom's ass always that big?'
"Looked like you drank a ton last night."
Her head turned, and I quickly ducked my gaze, slipping into the bathroom.
The door cracked open just a sliver.
"There's food in the fridge. Heat it up."
I rubbed the sleep crust from my bleary eyes.
"Thanks."
The mirror showed my gaunt, gloomy face unchanged.
I cupped my hands over my mouth and exhaled. A foul stench hit me.
"Still reeking of booze."
I slapped my cheeks and jumped into the shower.
"Hup! Cold!"
Time was tight. I soaped up just my pits and the essentials, then rinsed off fast.
I stomped around the house, suiting up in my uniform. One hand dried my damp hair; the other hailed a cab.
'Mom's already off to work, and Sis...'
Last night's drunken memories surfaced. Opening her door, pounding away at her.
Sis slathered in cream like frosting. No way a person shoots out more than two spoonfuls.
Had to be the booze playing tricks. Or a dream.
It better have been a dream.
Getting caught jerking to my sister? The shame alone made me want to die.
I stared at her firmly shut door for a moment.
'Sis helping me out when I'm wasted? Total bullshit dream.'
I headed out.
I begged the cabbie to hurry since I might be late. My stomach twisted in knots.
Vrrrrm-
Left turn, then right.
If I wasn't buckled in, my ass would've slid from one end of the seat to the other.
"Urp..."
One wrong move and I'd puke all over his cab. I cracked the window fast. Cold wind stung my face.
I wanted to slam it shut, but my hair was still wet. Think of it as a blow-dryer, I told myself.
The chilly blast sharpened my foggy mind.
Panic over being late mixed with the scenery I'd barely noticed drunk last night.
Late commuters.
Smokers out front of the convenience store.
A housewife strolling by, grocery bags stuffed in both hands. Out shopping this morning?
'Whoa, that body's insane.'
Winter layers hid her curves up top—a thick fleece jacket.
Just plain, dowdy black jeans below. But her hips were vicious.
Every step made her ass cheeks jiggle up and down like tits.
My eyes locked on her instinctively. The cab overtook her.
Even through the jacket, her chest asserted itself.
Her face held that natural beauty of a woman gracefully aged.
'Husband's a lucky bastard.'
A top-10% stunner like that, hustling to the market at dawn in granny fashion.
Bet home felt welcoming for him.
"Right here, sir."
I bolted from the cab to my car.
The beat-up used junker I'd snagged for 3 mil won. Silver paint flaking everywhere, an eyesore.
Bought it to just roll, winter tires and all. Felt like stepping into a fridge.
"Hoo, hooo..."
I cranked the defroster and slipped on gloves. Heater made the thing stutter like crazy—no A/C even in summer.
"Ah, hello. Mattress Care, Kim Siwoo here. Should be there in about 10 minutes, just calling to let you know."
Driving and talking, an image flashed: a woman in a miniskirt even in winter, her thighs on display.
Squeeze those, and my fingers would sink right in, leaving marks.
Flared hips begging for it above.
Full-on front view, and still her firm, exercised ass jutted out past her pelvis.
And every woman on the street? Killer looks and bodies.
Redev apartments nearby meant rich, successful wives? Or their successful hubbies only snagged beauties? Who knew.
Gulp.
"That ass is wild..."
-Pardon?
"Ah, sorry! Throat's so dry! Be there soon to start the cleaning."
I hung up quick and gripped the wheel with both hands. Forced my bloodshot, boozy eyes on the road.
What was today, some coffee company photoshoot? Streets packed with dangerously stacked women.
One slip and I'd crash.
Ding-dong.
"Mattress Care."
Before the door opened, I tucked my thickening dick to the side of my panties, pressing it flat against my pelvis to hide the bulge.
Blame the street hotties today.
Eye candy, sure.
But heavenly types way out of my league. Just left me thirsty.
Know your place.
Hot women were like saltwater to a shipwrecked man—untouchable.
Clunk-
"Ah, yes. Come on in."
I flinched.
Stepping into the entryway, there she was.
Long hair. Laugh lines creasing her face naturally, but big eyes, perky nose, plump lips.
Holding the door, she bent forward a bit. Winter inside, boiler cranking—steamy hot.
Customer wore a loose tee with a deep neckline.
Huge tits swaying, cleavage carving a deep line through the stretched collar.
Gulp.
I dropped my eyes quick.
"Yeah, haha. Pretty cold out today, huh?"
Praying she hadn't caught my peek, I threw out small talk.
"Yes, gas bill's killing us lately. Whew, feels like 300,000 won a month."
Slipping on slippers, I reeled off the script: high gas meant pitch the heater cleaner.
"Ah, same here. Our place is old."
Old villa like this? Drafty as hell.
"Tried urethane foam, bubble wrap—nothing works."
"Right? Told my husband, we tried, but the chill keeps coming."
Rare.
Actual smooth convo with a customer. Usually tensed up from the doorstep, small talk's a chore.
Guess desperate distraction from how bad I wanted her worked.
Grabbed my gear and followed her inside.
Pink pajama pants, cheap market buy.
Worn smooth fabric draping down. Eyes drawn to it.
'Driving me nuts.'
Shoddy Chinese seams screaming between those plump cheeks.
Why today?
Why's everyone so fucking hot?
Sharing a house with a milf this stacked was bliss enough, but controlling my eyes? Tough.
Gaps in the stitching. Dark cotton peeking through.
"Th-the mattress is in the right room... Ugh, told you not to toss socks anywhere."
Suddenly, she bent at the waist.
Already massive ass ballooned out as her back dipped, pelvis flaring wider.
Hips spreading, loosening up between thighs and crack like it was welcoming dick.
Thick ass cheeks worn thin the fabric, outlining her panty line clear.
Soft fat pulled taut, dimpling deep along the edges.
Then sharply curving inward to that thick...
'Fuck, busted.'
Customer, sock in hand, glanced back at me sideways.
I politely clutched my bag, hiding my full hard-on.
'She catch me?'
She realized her pose, flashed an awkward smile, and straightened up.
Soft, pristine hands—too refined for a housewife—tucked hair behind her ear. Blushing ears suiting her fair skin.
She stared blankly at my frozen face.
Her eyes drifted down to the bag I held so carefully, nodding at it.
Our eyes met again.
Air felt thick, awkward.
"Uh, th-the room for mattress cleaning is... over there."
"Ah, yes! I'll clean it thoroughly."