Chapter 14
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Turning Around, First Love Jeong Minji (33/???)
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Creak! Creak! Creak! Creak!
"Whoa! Ahhn♥ Chairman-nim, Chairman-nim, you're hitting the very end...!"
Every day, picking and devouring those prime 30-something MILFs.
Ever since the money started rolling in, my expansion into 30s territory had picked up serious speed, turning every day into a dopamine-drenched bliss.
Life had become nothing short of fulfilling.
Seducing a newly met housewife with cash or charm until I had her pussy spread wide—it never got old.
The biggest difference from before? I could go all out without a care.
Creampie or pull out, fuck like an animal—this unleashed position was pure ecstasy.
"Phew... who should I meet today?"
With that, I opened today's woman menu (my phone).
The cafe I'd set up just to cherry-pick 30s women.
Cute femcams streaming on broadcaster sites.
Or my trusty stable of longtime 30s fuckbuddies.
Whoever I felt like calling, every day.
Scrolling down the growing list of numbers with attached photos, an alarm blared.
[Time to exercise before the belly fat shows]
This alarm cut through the slack life with a jolt of tension.
"Ugh..."
Depressingly, it was gym time.
Lately, I'd slacked on self-care and packed on a few pounds.
I'd set the reminder to avoid neglecting fitness amid all the pleasure, but who knew it'd nag like Mom's scolding.
"Fine, I'm going."
It was a drag of a routine, but killing an hour at the gym wasn't all that boring.
My usual spot was a popular co-ed gym smack in the city center.
Change clothes, hop on the treadmill, and mirrors everywhere reflected all those jiggling asses.
"Hup, huuu..."
Decent eye candy here too.
Women busting tight sports bras, pounding the treadmill for that body.
Frail frames striking poses, repeating dumbbell reps.
'...Total bust today.'
Unfortunately, mostly 20s girls.
Early morning vibe or maybe 30s folks can't stick to routines—reeking 20s sweat filled the air.
Obvious airheads at a glance.
College freshmen faces at best.
Glanced around—no prospects, mood killer. Decided on a quick hour.
Wiping sweat with a towel, passing the leg press machine,
"Nngh...! Uuugh!"
A cute voice.
From behind, thick thighs loaded with weights.
'......! MILF vibe!'
Scent and sway screamed 30s or older at first glance.
Not just looks—years of know-how confirmed it.
30s bodies curve different from 20s.
Plumper overall, eyes soften at the corners.
Plus, my data said they favored light makeup over heavy.
Clothes simpler, less fussy.
Movements slower too.
Quick instincts, but reactions dulled a bit.
Pretended to wipe sweat, kept watching.
Shaking legs screamed overload,
"Ugh... l-leg cramp...!"
Whispered mumble, legs trembling like a newborn fawn.
Looked risky all around.
Angle and safeties solid—no crush risk—but that strained voice pulled me in.
Meddling disguised as dark intent.
"Hyup."
"...Hwah?"
Helped lift, and the thick-thighed woman let out a dopey gasp.
Black mask on, downcast eyes wide as she looked up—clueless it was me.
"What're you doing? Get out quick."
"Ah! A-aaaah..."
Only then did she scramble to the side.
Her flustered exit, bracing arms to lower slowly.
Real cramp crisis—soon as out, she kneaded those tights-strained thighs.
Bent at waist, masked face nodding thanks nonstop.
"Thanks, really, thank you...!"
Grateful type.
Sensors pinged 30s, but voice and gestures oozed that lingering teen cuteness.
"............Huh?"
"Eh? ..............Eh? E-eh?"
I clocked it first; she caught on beats late, same old.
I stood jaw-slacked in shock.
Yeah, face prettier than dreamed.
Body insta-tasty, plump MILF to my specs.
But the real shocker? Too damn familiar—frozen in time.
"Minji Noona!"
I called her name with certainty.
"Y-Ye, Ye, Yeongung-ah?!"
She locked eyes, fired back mine.
Forgotten till now, but her face zapped it all back.
A tale buried ten years deep in a dusty bookshelf.
Past life in row housing.
Not some fancy villa—crumbling red brick tenement, provincial sticks. Our family always scraping by.
Creak—clang!
"Yeongung-ah! Hehe, off to school ya go."
Neighbor noona pushing through her creaky gate every morning, same deal.
Jeong Minji.
Neighbor noona, seven years my senior.
I was 16, her 23.
My high school kickoff; her college graduation looming.
Met back in upper elementary.
No clue who approached first—frequent bumps thawed the ice, words followed.
Classic drama neighbor bond: close as family, constant back-and-forth.
"Yeongung's a high schooler now. Ah! Want noona to help with homework?"
Only child me, imagining sis life.
Droopy eyes, tits ballooned since uni—my type locked.
Smiley face with killer eye crinkles, sunny personality. Total man-killer.
"Eh, noona's an airhead though."
"Wha-what! ......Too mean."
"Study's meh. Rather game in my room."
"Ah... yeah. Sure, that works!"
Minji Noona scatterbrained as hell.
That sloppiness defined her, grew into charm.
Way younger, yet felt babied—not bad.
She clumsier, spineless even. Caretaker role reversal.
Probably shaped my gentlemanly ways with women.
Age mellowed that view, though.
Chewing it over, I'd basked in her care too.
Less care, more belated-favor realization?
"Alright, noona's subway here! Back later to chill?"
College commute way looser than thought.
Seoul uni, quick subway ride—crowds aside.
No need for her 7AM walks with me.
Post-college, extra slack; station not far from her provincial pad.
"Have good school day, Yeongung-ie!"
"Yeah."
Still, mornings together always.
No misses post-middle school, vacations aside.
Can't presume her heart back then.
Felt the favor, but kid me no detective.
One certainty:
Something simmered between us.
Too distant for love, too tepid for crush.
Even knowing, teen me wouldn't confess.
Hesitate, let it fizzle likely.
Why?
'Sigh... wish noona was way riper.'
Taste fixed firm back then.
Regret in hindsight.
Just a wistful past tale.
The backstory fizzled anticlimactically.
Longtime neighbor noona vanished one day—moved.
Week post-last sighting to realize.
No heads-up, stung hard, but her chaotic home? I braced for it.
Mundane letdown.
First-love adjacent for me.
"So, you doing well?"
"Yeah! Hitting the gym hard!"
Reunion joy wiped bitter ends—like expat Koreans abroad.
Holed up in gym cafe, gushing gladness, trading "changed/same" banalities.
"Minji Noona's exactly the same."
"Hehe, you know it.
But Yeongung? Big change. Aura's different."
"Was a kid then. Flip side, noona still airhead at grown age."
"Harsh words alive and well?!"
Loved the playful freakout voice.
Bounce, bounce♥
Bonus: Staring at noona's prime MILF glow, chest heated up.
Genes on point.
Youthful face ripened—tits fuller, eyes droopier, that concentrated allure driving me mad.
"So, what're you up to these days, noona?"
Tossed another reconnection bait.
"Uh, uhn?!"
Minji Noona recoiled hard.
Past tales flowed free; present? Visibly flinched.
Eyes darted.
Still couldn't lie or bullshit.
Scrape!
Noona bolted up.
Sudden solo panic, fleeing like chased.
"...Sorry, Yeongung-ah. Gotta head out."
"Did I say something rude?"
"No no! Just... contract stuff, time to go!"
Lame cover.
Ditched joyful past ramble, nixing reunion to bolt.
"Noona, at least swap numbers—"
"Come here often! Bound to bump again working out."
No digits even—dashed to women's lockers.
Last sight: vanishing tail.
'What the hell?'
Nagged bad.
Heart pounding to lure to motel—no opening.
Gym babes, dates? Lingering sourness.
"Yes, ID'd one: Jeong Minji, 33 now. Old address—"
Curiosity scratched on spot.
Money called detective; dug her current gig.
Took mere three days.
My details sped it.
[Click this link to confirm identity.]
?
Detective's text? Just a link.
Chat flowed till vague turns, ended curt.
Clicked on cafe-browsing PC: femcam room like Jiwon's.
No, utterly different breed.
『Ah, hello. New viewer? I'm Yuna. Cute 30s mom here, please watch nic...oo... ahaha...』
Strip more!
Fuck, those udders are massive lololol
Drop address, daddy steps up lol
Pig dance and I'll drop 20k promise
『What's a pig dance? Ah... menu's up here, can't you see...?』
".........Noona."
My first love reunion? A total disaster.