Chapter 17
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: 5. Turning Back, My First Love Jeong Minji (33, Underground Streamer)
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“What do you mean... No, is that even possible?!”
Though I'd explained it briefly and simply, Minji Noona's face showed she still didn't get it at all.
She seemed to see it as some old prank from when we used to mess with each other, her deep frown refusing to ease.
“Hmm... I even brought the documents in case you doubted me. Want me to call them? I just met those debt collectors.”
“Huh?”
“Hold on. ......Yeah, talk to Noona for the final handover.”
I whispered that into my smartphone, which I'd picked up right away, and handed it over.
Noona still eyed me suspiciously,
『Hoo... Hello?』
“Uh...... Huh?!”
Her eyes widened at the familiar, gruff voice coming through the receiver.
Out of habit, she pressed it to her ear and exchanged a few polite words softly.
『Hoo... You should've told me sooner you had backing like that! ...Damn it, I'm hanging up.』
Click!
It cut off abruptly with that irritated tone.
Noona's already dazed expression turned even more vacant as her eyes blinked a few times.
The debt collector I'd just dealt with had been a big, gangster-looking thug.
The way I'd taken over the debt from him had been a bit rough.
One could call it a legitimate process as the creditor pursuing outstanding claims, but making someone into a debt slave in this day and age didn't sit right with me, so I'd vented a little.
If he'd held out longer, I would've used even firmer methods.
Either way, the money was paid, the debt transferred, and the handover was now perfectly complete.
“See? Now you get it, right?”
“......Yeongung, you really...”
No more backtalk was needed.
From this moment on, I had full authority to toy with Noona as I pleased.
“Whether this debt vanishes or what happens to you from now on is up to you, Noona.”
“......”
The noon sun rising behind her was blocked by my shadow.
At the newfound edge in my demeanor, Noona couldn't hide her unease.
She fidgeted with the door handle she was gripping, so I excused myself first as my legs started to ache.
“Can I come in?”
“I-It's a problem. Today... I'm supposed to be home.”
With who?
I didn't need to ask.
“Mom... who's that?”
A cute, pint-sized figure peeked out from somewhere, having apparently been watching.
Her soft, fluffy hair fluttering in that adorably tender age, and her chubby cheeks puffing out.
Those plump cheeks and the gentle droop of her eyes clearly fingerprinted whose daughter she was.
Jeong Soeyeon.
Noona's daughter, whose existence I'd only heard about from the investigators— a perfect genetic copy.
“S-Soeyeon-ie! When did you get here?!”
Minji Noona hurriedly tried to shoo her inside.
But my movements were faster.
I crouched down reassuringly like a gentleman and flashed a smile.
“Hi, I'm Uncle Yeongung.”
“Uncle Yeonguung...?”
“I've known Soeyeon-ie's mom since we were young. We recently reconnected, so I'll be visiting to play a lot from now on.”
“Eeeh...”
Her ears were open, but she surely didn't grasp the meaning.
She just sized up my appearance based on first impressions, her big eyes sparkling at me.
Having sanded down my rough edges to make them smooth and smiling, my first impression must've been good—Soeyeon-ie poked her face out from behind her mom's legs and asked.
“Then that scary uncle won't come anymore?”
“Oh? That grumpy-faced uncle? Yeah, he won't come back. Uncle Yeongung gave him a good scolding.”
“You scolded him!?”
Her eyes lit up brighter than a pearl.
Like a citizen gazing at a Sentai hero who'd just crushed a villain for justice.
“Then, will Uncle Yeongung play with Soeyeon-ie?”
“Sure. If Soeyeon-ie invites me, I'll play as much as you want.”
“Yay! I wanna play with Uncle Yeongung!”
Soeyeon-ie dashed into the shoe closet.
“Hurry, hurry!” she urged, waving me in, and only then did I straighten up.
“Looks like your daughter's invited me, Noona?”
“......”
“Guess I can come in now?”
Minji Noona had been a widow for a long time.
I smirked slyly at her, watching her brain overload on how to handle this situation now that I'd made contact with her daughter.
Smooth...♥
As if to say no more thinking, I wrapped her in.
“Shall we go in?”
“......♥”
Gently, as if we were already a family of three, I draped an arm around Noona's slender shoulders and stepped into the sanctuary.
*
“Kyaak...!”
“Whoa, Uncle lost!”
There weren't many kids' toys in the house.
I had no choice but to play horse on the alphabet mat, carrying her on my back before dramatically crashing like I'd been shot down.
For that beaming, adorable smile, I could lose a hundred times.
For the record, I don't hate kids.
If you love MILFs, you naturally have to love the kids who carry their bloodline too.
“Dinner... is ready.”
In the meantime, Minji Noona called us to the lunch table.
“Here we go! Time for dinner now?”
“Ah! The dead horse came back to life!”
“Now it's not a horse—it's an airplaneaa!”
“Kyaaah! I'm fallinggg!”
I scooped her up playfully and carried her giggling to the table.
Simple side dishes were laid out neatly on the table.
“Noona, you've gotten really domestic, huh?”
“Whaat...”
The table was diligently prepared.
It was textbook home cooking— all straightforward and tidy.
Minji Noona had always been hopeless at domestic stuff back in the day, but motherhood had inevitably improved her skills.
“Uncle, Uncle! When are you leaving?”
Between bites, Soeyeon-ie's bouncy voice piped up.
“Hmm... You want Uncle to stop coming?”
“Nooo!”
She shook her head vigorously, chopsticks gripped clumsily,
“Uncle, sleep over at Soeyeon-ie's house!”
“......”
Her daughter's bombshell statement.
Minji Noona froze, chopsticks hovering at her mouth.
I chuckled inwardly, savoring her blatant panic.
Teasing the awkwardness of this suddenly shared family space.
“That might be hard to promise.”
“Why?”
“This place is your mom's house, right? I can visit and play, but to sleep over, I need her permission too.”
“Mom's okay with it too! Right, Mom?”
“...Soeyeon-ie, eat your rice first before talking.”
“Ugh...”
A whiny voice, hating food and craving play.
“Okay, clean your bowl and Uncle'll watch Hot Chuping with you on his phone?”
“......! Yeah, let's watch together!”
I know a thing or two about handling kids.
Some of the married women I meet have them.
“Soeyeon-ie's still full of energy—mind if I stick around longer?”
“Whaat...”
Courting a MILF? Childcare is essential.
*
“Uung... I can play moore...”
After exhausting her all day, Soeyeon-ie conked out before sunset.
I scooped up her limp, cuddly form and tucked her into bed before heading to the living room.
“Good job... Here's some coffee.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
As time passed, her wariness softened— she even had the leisure to brew me coffee after I'd worn myself out with the kid.
The sweet mix hit the spot, so I sat at the table and downed it quickly.
Conversely, Minji Noona fiddled with her untouched cup and whispered.
“Did you really... have to go this far?”
“Huh?”
When I played dumb, she lowered her lashes.
Not resenting my rudeness, but pitying her own situation.
“Yeongung, seeing me like this... even after watching those streams, you're really okay with it?”
“Why? Afraid I think you're dirty inside?”
“......”
I went straight for it.
No more hesitation now that I'd stepped inside.
Smooth...
From our first meeting, I didn't hide my bulging lust either.
I reached across the table and took her hand.
“You're always you to me, Noona.
If I couldn't have you, it'd break my heart.”
“To pay off debts, I did unspeakable things on those streams...”
“You did it to protect Soeyeon-ie, right? No one can blame you with no other choices.”
I pressed closer.
She twitched like static shocked her when I interlaced our fingers, but she didn't pull away anymore.
There was no space to flee.
“Oh, and I'm sleeping over tonight.”
“......I haven't said yes yet.”
“Well, I didn't say it in front of Soeyeon-ie, but technically, I don't need permission?”
Sneer.
“I hold your debt, Noona, and this house you put up as collateral is basically mine.”
“......”
“Not saying I wanna trash the place if you really hate it.”
I rubbed the back of her hand.
Smooth, smooth...♥
Stroking it like foreshadowing what was to come.
Unable to hold back, I pulled my chair up, circled behind her, and embraced her.
“Soeyeon-ie's asleep, so the master bedroom's free, right?”
“It is, but...”
Squish, squish♥
I openly groped her breasts.
Claiming my reward from Mom for playing with her kid.
“No... I have a stream tonight too...”
“From today, you only stream with my permission.”
“Uung... Ah, aaahng...♥”
“You owe that big tipper some unfinished business, right?”
Squeeze, squeeze♥
I kept milking her tits, sliding my other hand lower to wring out her pussy too.
Leashed with her debt, house, and 'child' as collateral, I tightened the pressure on the chair-bound Noona.
Smack, smack♥
Declaring her mine—body and soul from today—as I licked and sucked her pale nape, marking it.
“Alright, she might wake up, so shall we head in?”
“......♥”
Having burrowed this deep, Noona offered no more resistance.
She rose silently, following me in her dolphin pants and tank top homewear like a meek new bride greeting her husband.
Squuuueeeze♥
Guiding me to the master bedroom, her ass was kneaded firmly.
Yet she entered obediently, without a hint of protest, just like welcoming a husband.
'Hoo, finally eating my ripened Noona's pussy♡'
Our reunion wasn't some fairy-tale beauty, but who cares.
My love for MILFs is purer than anyone's.