Chapter 8
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: The Dongtan MILF Look
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All the women in this neighborhood seemed pretty.
Even before stepping into this house, my head was filled with thoughts of that 3.5 million won. What could I do with 3.5 million won?
I could skip the daily Blue Club visits, get a perm myself, and maybe even try some skin treatments like the other sales reps in the field—turn myself into the friendly type.
I wanted to replace all these worn-out clothes except for my company uniform. And the thing I wanted to change the most...
My shoes, with the soles peeling off diagonally. The heel area was so frayed that the blue inner lining was fully exposed.
Every time I entered or left a customer's home, these shoes always made me feel embarrassed.
That's all I had been thinking about on the way here—how to turn my life around.
'No, isn't the Dongtan MILF look going too far?'
A gray spandex dress that clung tightly to her body, highlighting every curve. The slight gathers under her armpits flowed down to just below her chest.
Her hips were stretched taut, and I could even sense the depth of her pubic mound dipping inward.
With every step she took, her heavy, jiggling ass seemed to send out palpable vibrations.
My gaze was magnetically drawn to that voluptuous backside.
Wobble, wobble.
My dick, like a broken faucet, was leaking precum like crazy again.
"Oh, this isn't my usual outfit. My daughter bought it last time but barely wore it before tossing it aside. I've been using it as pajamas."
She must have noticed my stare. She tugged at the dress a bit shyly, pulling it down.
As she lifted it slightly, the pale inner thighs came into view.
"Ah, yeah... that..."
I jerked my head up in a hurry, only for her deeply plunging cleavage to become even more exposed as she adjusted the dress.
Where the hell was I supposed to look?
My nose felt a little hot. Was I about to get a nosebleed? I discreetly wiped under it.
'Good, hasn't burst yet.'
This whole "Dongtan look" had blown up on online communities, drawing heavy fire from the feminists furiously rubbing their clits in their rooms.
Unfortunately, I'd never actually seen anyone wearing one in real life.
Her daughter probably felt self-conscious about wearing it outside for the same reason. Maybe that's why such a pretty dress had been shoved in the closet.
"No, ma'am, it really suits you—like it was made for you."
Without thinking, I gave her a thumbs-up while subtly covering my nose.
Like some perverted anime character.
Worried I'd offended her, I quickly grabbed the showerhead and stole glances at her reaction.
"Oh, really? Hearing that from someone younger makes me feel great. I gave away all my comfy laundry-day clothes earlier. I was worried this would make me look ridiculous."
Ridiculous?
Please, show me even more ridiculous.
She grabbed the hem of her skirt, which split open bashfully, and fluttered it around. I felt like a dog lunging at that flapping fabric.
"No, seriously, you look beautiful. And you seem so young. I bet you could pull off any outfit."
It wasn't just pretty women—or women at all.
Even with strangers, I'd stammer out something like, "Uh, y-yeah, r-really b-beautiful," tripping over my words.
That was me.
But right now, my head was flooded with fantasies of dropping to my knees in that gaping skirt slit, sucking and licking away.
To hide it, buttery compliments just flowed out naturally.
"Oh, you don't have to say that."
Her hand tapped my shoulder lightly.
Her fingertips lingered on my shoulder for a moment before pulling away.
At that sensual touch, my fully erect dick strained against the elastic band and popped out just a bit with a snap.
"Lately, I've been gaining weight. Fat's piling up on my sides, my hips, my chest. I'm getting old."
The flesh on her side was just a cute little love handle.
The kind that accentuated a woman's hips. She grabbed a thick handful of the meat on her thigh and showed it to me.
"Right?"
"No, you haven't gained any weight at all. Even if you did, it's all in the most perfect spots. If that's what gaining weight looks like, every woman in the world would be jealous."
"No, I've already had to buy three new bras because of this."
Weight only on her chest and ass?
What kind of blessed figure was that?
Her breasts had grown, but no matter how I looked, they were pushing past F-cups, nearly hitting H.
Beyond huge tits—absolute bombers.
'I've heard breasts get bigger when you gain weight, but three cup sizes? Is that even possible?'
Probably not the cup size changing, just the underbust measurement increasing with the weight.
I turned my body slightly and pressed my protruding dick down with my hand.
Glance.
Of course, the customer noticed.
With a body like dynamite and a face that drove men insane, she'd probably dealt with plenty of uncontrollable teenage-boy erections.
She didn't look upset at all.
'Yeah, for a living, breathing heartthrob like her—male hormones exploding everywhere—this was just daily life.'
She benevolently pretended not to notice.
Screech—
"Th-this showerhead has vitamins in it and is great for your skin, ma'am. Your skin's already so nice."
"Oh, thank you. I've been worried about wrinkles lately."
I couldn't say there were none.
Just faint lines.
She mentioned having a daughter and son, and her speech had that mature vibe, so I'd assumed she was past her forties.
I knew it was rude to ask a woman's age, but I couldn't hold back my curiosity.
"No joke, for someone with grown kids, you look incredibly young. If you don't mind me asking... how old are you?"
As I bent down to check if the showerhead was fitted right and turn on the water, our eyes met perfectly.
Choi Eunhee hesitated bashfully.
It was an adorably lovable expression.
"Forty-five."
"Pardon?"
I widened my eyes in shock and stared at her.
'That face and body at forty-five?'
I'd generously guessed mid-to-late thirties at most.
Her looks were straight-up early thirties.
Even if she'd had kids young, with adult children, biologically that seemed impossible—I'd pegged her at mid-thirties.
I spotted some cleaning bleach under the sink.
'Damn, she makes me want to chug a glass.'
"Pretty old, huh?"
She hung her head, and I waved my hands frantically.
"No, really! I thought mid-to-late thirties at oldest. Maybe even younger. You mentioned your kids were grown."
"Oh, come on, you're not some salesman buttering up an old lady."
I meant it, but she wouldn't believe me.
Still, she seemed pleased, bouncing around and patting my shoulder.
Her breasts bounced too, and so did my heart.
Hell, blood was rushing to my dick so hard it was throbbing.
'Is this gonna go necrotic or something?'
Felt like I'd been erect all day.
Screech—
I turned on the showerhead.
Water sprayed out, and her chest—jiggling up and down—must not have been fitted right.
"Eek!"
"Oh dear."
Water spurted from the gap. My limp hand happened to be at hip level.
The shower spray soaked my crotch.
"It's cold..."
Well, it had been burning hot down there anyway. This was a relief.
"Ah, it's not that the showerhead's defective. I must have..."
A fluffy towel touched my lower half.
Squeeze, squeeze.
My dick, trapped between the soft towel and my thigh, was shedding tears of joy.
"Look at this—it's all soaked."
Her hand now swept over my wet crotch like she was wiping it down, insanely stimulating.
My legs nearly buckled; I braced against the wall without thinking.
Bending over exposed her deep cleavage even more. Her soft white breasts rippled with every movement of her arms.
I fought to keep my twitching dick under control from the pleasure.
She was drying my pocket area and thighs.
She avoided the center, where it was soaked too.
Swipe, swipe—
Every glide of her hand heightened my sensitivity.
Goosebumps rose on my arms from the good vibes.
As she stroked up my thigh, her soft hand caught on my protruding dick—tap, tap.
'Does she not know?'
Or maybe she did... and was teasing my dick right now...
Tension built in my glutes, a burning pleasure racing up my prostate toward my urethra.
I grabbed her wrist without thinking.
"S-sorry... I just reacted without thinking when I saw it was wet."
No, thank you.
I almost came and had to grab it.
I couldn't say that.
"Ah, no, thank you. Ha, haha."
I scratched my head awkwardly, trying to break the tension.
"I'm just... really sensitive down there."
Pop!
I swear I heard something burst as I looked at her face.
"I-I'll grab another towel."
Her face flushed red as she fanned herself and hurried out of the bathroom.
I stood there dazed, just twisting the showerhead back on and off.
My hands were shaking—
"Why won't this damn thing fit?"
Crazy fantasies kept messing with my head.