Chapter 1
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: MILFs, Come to Me
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[Seong Yeongung-nim's Balance: ₩1,000,000,000,000,000]
Even after waking up in the morning, my phone screen remained the same.
It proved once again that last night's revelation hadn't been a lie.
Up until now, I'd only gone after women in their thirties or older.
I swear, I'd never touched a single woman in her twenties, keeping myself pure.
The world truly worked in miraculous ways.
I didn't know if a MILF god existed somewhere, but something more precious than money had aligned with my will—its true intent.
So, I seriously pondered how to spend this colossal fortune, which fell just short of a trillion won—less than some country's defense budget.
I thought about how to use it to bring joy to as many MILFs as possible.
My immediate goal was simple.
Make as many hot MILF friends as possible—more than ever before.
No matter their current status or situation, I wanted to bring happiness to every MILF who turned me on.
To do that, building deep emotional intimacy with them was key.
And one idea that came to mind was this.
Chairman Seong Yeongung
"Phew, I need to get started before the MILFs ripen into vinegar."
The cafe had been up for three months already.
How was the response?
[Current Member Count: 46,333]
It was doing pretty well, all things considered.
With plenty of cheerleaders, membership had skyrocketed.
Even I thought the cafe name was suspicious.
These days, communities don't attract floating populations easily, but drawing people in was simple enough.
Simply put, posting here earned you a daily stipend.
There were hardly any restrictions on content unless it was ads, and useful info or fun posts got boosts with gifts and increased intimacy.
In short, I used money and connections to reel them in.
But I set firm entry conditions.
First, obviously, women only.
Second, obviously, women in their thirties or older.
Finally, for full membership, you had to share a photo of yourself.
The last one might seem like a barrier, but it went smoother than expected.
The second condition raised worries about data leaks, but I sold it as a filter to keep men out of a "women-only" space.
Adding a subtle rumor helped offset any resistance.
Anyway, the plan was sailing smoothly.
Bonus: Running the cafe as admin revealed something unexpected.
They didn't mind being called "MILFs"—a term for the beauty of older women.
MILFs, have you tried the trendy ○jjankku?
No, I was gonna line up for it today, but... my husband threw a fit midway, so I had to watch the kid.
I know a place mass-producing it in my neighborhood! Wanna go together?
If it's a legit spot, I'd love to try it once...
Clumsy attempts to keep up with the latest trends,
Subtle gripes about handling their husbands, and a girlish desire to look young.
'Ahh, even the comments are porn...'
Just reading the posts got me hard.
With my admin privileges, clicking any ID pulled up their photo, so imagining them while viewing made it even hotter.
3-year veteran. Things with my husband have gone so cold lately. Sigh... At this rate, it'll be cobwebs down there.
Especially the MILFs complaining about their sex life with their husbands—it broke my heart.
I wanted to DM them right then and rush over to help with some pussy-pounding.
💬 Dingdong!
"!"
This timing—a message. No, a 1:1 chat request.
The sender was the member I'd been watching.
The first special member of this teahouse <MILFs>: sss***
From admin view, her name was 'Heo Naeun'.
As a special member, she showed insane activity.
She generated the most posts solo, chatted busily in comments everywhere, and with her life experience, she gave advice, earning her beloved member status.
But her goal wasn't just the cash from posting.
Cafe Owner-nim! Greeting you again today^^
Just wanted to say thanks for the doll giftie before.
I started this as a hobby with spare time... but you seem to appreciate it, so it makes me happy.
This woman must've needed a nest like this.
A place to laugh, chat, and huddle together. A space to fill empty time.
'Sigh... What story does she have? How lonely must she be to do this nonsense?'
From what I'd heard, she already had a job.
It was purely a hobby with her free time.
That made it all the more heartbreaking.
Wasting her prime beauty like this.
And by my MILF radar, her face was A-grade or higher. What was her deal?
Curiosity finally won out.
Thanks for using it, our Special MILF-nim.
But a giftie alone doesn't sit right with me, so how about we meet up sometime?
Thanks to you, the cafe's booming. Least I can do is buy you a meal.
Pardon?
Sudden enough that her messages flickered—erased and rewritten.
Oh... I happen to have some free time. Mind if I take you up on it?
Any issues?
No, it's just... you seem kinda mysterious, Cafe Owner-nim.
O-of course, if you're okay with it, I can clear some time. Tomorrow?
Not from out of town, right?
Yeah, let's meet at Seoul ○○ Street, △△ Cafe.
Straight to the point.
If I were young, she'd be more guarded, but older women let their defenses down.
Her deep loneliness must've swallowed any fear.
I'd been eyeing her closely, and this was perfect.
Time to harvest the fruits of my brilliant cafe idea.
Looking forward to it :)
An old-person emoticon to fake same-age vibes.
The stage was set.
All that was left was to play my part.
The sudden meetup caught me off guard.
This wasn't her usual style—or actually, we weren't close enough for me to judge.
I just liked her kind tone, always thanking me.
I'd post stuff as a side gig, a hobby, but she responded to each one like she was cherishing it... always grateful.
Impression-wise, he was gentlemanly.
A guy running a women-only community? But he never creeped, so high marks.
Plus, there were these weird rumors.
This cafe owner was some chaebol heir.
This cafe owner was celebrity handsome.
This cafe owner had Arab blood and oil money.
Odd rumors like that circulated.
I'd been around since launch, but no clue where they started—they painted him as pure mystery.
Some probably joined because of them... not the sharpest, huh?
I picked this site for my side hustle for a simple reason.
The 30+ age limit appealed to me.
Everywhere else, I tense up over age gates, but restricting young folks here made me feel smug.
I knew it was petty revenge on the young ones, but whatever—it felt good.
Like being treated special.
'Wait... how do I even recognize him?'
The thought hit after arriving at the cafe.
Too flustered to ask, didn't even know his name. Should I open the 1:1 chat for a description?
'!? W-what the hell is that guy...?'
Before checking my phone inside, a man by the window stole my breath.
Even passing guys glance at hotties, but his looks hit my tastes perfectly.
Solid inverted triangle build.
Sharp jawline, faint eye crinkles that screamed easy smiles.
And I wasn't the only one.
Women in line or stirring Americanos sneaked peeks at him.
A man exuding a roast more fragrant than the cafe's beans, just from his looks.
"Ah."
Then he spotted me and spoke.
A bit late—five minutes—but his gasp toward me sparked hope.
My heart pounded harder as I approached.
No way, I thought, but he stopped, flashed a grin, and tossed out one line.
"Excuse me. You're the member, right?"
His voice was as brutally handsome as his face—deep and clean.
For a second, I felt like I'd stepped into one of those dramas where the chairman picks the girl.
My gut tingled; my boring daily life bloomed into beautiful flowers.
Men might not get it, but when a woman falls for a guy, the reaction hits instant.
A sharp, clear like-or-not verdict.
First impressions decide everything.
One look, and you're fantasizing about sleeping with him, surrendering it all.
I clasped my hands like my innocent college twenties.
Blushing, brushing hair aside, voice trembling, I replied.
"Yes! Y-yes! You're the Cafe Owner-nim... right?♥"
A instinctive nasal purr escaped.
I regretted skimping on makeup that day.