Chapter 2
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Fresh MILF Prospect Heo Naeun (30 / Sales)
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Thankfully, her first impression of me seemed to be a good one.
I could tell from the way she eagerly followed me like a country puppy when I asked to join her at the window seat.
'Her name is Heo Naeun, she's 30 years old by Korean age reckoning, and her job is probably in sales or something service-oriented.'
I'd already gathered most of her info beforehand.
"Ah... Since we're meeting offline, would it be okay if I asked for your real name?"
But I played it cool, pretending I didn't even know what she looked like and acting like I'd lucked into this.
Collecting info on cafe members was supposed to be hush-hush, after all.
"O-Of course!"
A decent-looking guy showing up out of the blue must've caught her off guard.
Today's MILF sounded thrilled at the one-on-one with a young, attractive stud, her voice heating up.
She suddenly got nervous and kept brushing back her hair from the side.
She primly crossed her legs in her H-line skirt and smoothed her chest as she continued.
"I'm Heo Naeun, going by the nickname sss*** on MILFs.
I've just been posting random stuff here and there, so thank you so much for promoting me to special member."
"No big deal.
Ah! I'm Seong Yeongung, the cafe owner. I'm dabbling in all sorts of businesses."
"Ah... If you don't mind, Cafe Owner-nim, you look young—how old are you?"
"Twenty-six."
"Oh my♡"
The moment she confirmed I was younger, her voice pitched up another octave in that nasal tone.
She quickly reined it in, probably thinking she was coming off too thirsty.
It had been a while since she'd been around a young guy, and she couldn't contain her excitement, acting all weepy and pathetic.
She hunched her body shyly, like a high schooler with a crush.
'Whew... A barely-thirty virgin MILF (or not) is just too damn cute.'
At this point in life, a woman's sensibilities start to erode with age.
You could say her defenses were slowly coming down.
Instinct overrode the usual feminine pretense.
She might act otherwise on the surface, but deep down, she was interested in the young stud and wanted to tempt him.
Still, the reason Heo Naeun was holding back wasn't just that.
Having already dug up so much on her, I knew exactly where her self-imposed chains lay.
"You're wearing a ring."
"Ah...!"
"Did you get married young, Naeun-ssi?"
I pointed out the gold band on her ring finger.
I knew this already, but I asked anyway.
No, I probed on purpose.
Our young MILF flinched and tried to hide her hand under the table.
But it was too late—it was already out there—so she scratched her cheek and answered.
"Ah, yeahhh... Pretty early for these days, huh? Haha."
"If you don't mind, how many years have you been married?"
"Three this year... or should I say four?"
Women live and die by anniversaries.
But she seemed fuzzy even on her wedding anniversary.
It was obvious she didn't have deep affection for marriage or want to talk about it.
Her hobby was posting on the internet—what kind of story led to this boring life?
'Sigh... A premium MILF just rotting away like this.'
Up close, her sales job vibe was spot-on: neat updo for a clean impression, bright crimson dye.
Long lashes with double eyelids, a relaxed smile, and nicely plump lips.
Judging by looks alone, she was an A-grade MILF by my standards.
Objectively pretty enough to make guys want her number.
Her women's business suit fit perfectly, like she wore it daily.
By my eye, her chest was at least above average; her hip line stood out when she stood, and her thighs looked a bit thick.
She was like a perfectly aged wine, ready to uncork and drink.
A woman like this getting no attention—wasted potential.
'Running this cafe wasn't for nothing.'
Four years in, it was prime time to feel bored or nauseous with married life.
Even dating-wise, four years meant routine monotony, cooling affections, and flaws standing out.
For now, it was just a hunch, but seeing this rotting MILF made my heart ache from the start.
That made me impatient instead.
Wanting to get closer to our star special member, I opened up a bit more.
"At your age, starting multiple businesses?!"
She clapped a hand over her mouth, thinking she'd overreacted.
"Wow, Cafe Owner— I mean, CEO-nim, you must be into all sorts of things.
Opening a women-only cafe on top of that..."
"Cafe owning is like a hobby for calmly checking things out.
These days, communities are so harsh with their wording. I wanted something milder than all that stimulation. Plus, it's like a mirror into women's hearts—a consumer insight thing."
"I see... You must run some pretty big operations, even if I don't know the details."
I narrowed the distance with light chit-chat.
Leaving her room to dig deeper kept the mystery around me alive.
"Actually, the cafe runs at a loss—no profits."
"Ah, th-then the money you send me...?"
"Ahh~ Don't worry about the details.
Loss or not, it's worth it, and I think you're doing great."
"Does it help read consumer psychology?"
"Nope."
I grinned.
"Thanks to the cafe, I get to have coffee with someone like you, Naeun-ssi."
Cheesy as hell.
Like the thick, stringy cheese on wood-fired pizza—stuck right in your throat.
But the world is cruelly fair: old-school lines like that taste different depending on who's hearing them.
"Th-that...♥"
Heo Naeun shrank back the instant she heard it.
No hiding the flush from words tickling her romance cells—her face burned as she twisted around.
"C-CEO-nim, seriously...! D-don't even joke like that...♥"
Pretending not to love it, but her face said otherwise.
Sipping her cold mug absentmindedly as time flew by in chatter and laughs.
All women are weak to praise, as they say.
And all MILFs doubly so.
"Come on, someone like you must've heard plenty of thirst over the years?"
"No, back in college I was kinda popular— wait, no, not bragging or anything...♥"
Praise at this age packed even more punch.
Like bug + grass types hitting a fire weakness for quadruple damage.
She was at the age craving pure attention from others.
In her twenties, it'd come easy, but now she realized it faded over time.
Hitting thirty felt like the good times were gone for good.
Wake those womanly senses again, and she'd melt.
A young stud lavishing sincere attention? Overreaction city, estrogen flooding, primping nonstop.
That's the killer point of MILFs.
Sniff sniff...
But it wasn't enough.
Heo Naeun needed more ripe scent.
First meeting today, but I wanted to see it.
Her more honest, slutty side.
"Throat loosened up now that we're closer—shall we move?"
"Huh? ...Where to?"
"I said it'd be a meal, not just coffee."
"Ah! R-right. G-gimme a sec!"
"Time flew chatting. Oh, about that—"
I added one more.
An item to close the distance with this MILF in one shot.
"Do you like booze?"
"!"
At her age, she knew what that meant.
Proposing drinks to a married woman.
Open lust toward the MILF.
She went quiet for a beat when I didn't hide it.
She hemmed and hawed, buying time to think it over.
"Then... just a little with the meal tonight..."
She'd been hoping for the chance.
The MILF I'd aged three months in the cafe slung her handbag over her shoulder and meekly followed me out before long.
"Hooah!
Mmm... I just do regular sales at some ordinary company."
Eighth shot of soju.
She'd wet her throat with straight liquor before the meat even cooked properly.
Private room in a high-end barbecue joint where portions were double the norm.
Heo Naeun had balked at first, saying it was too soon, but one shot in and she spilled her woes on her own.
'...She drinks better than I thought.'
True to the name, the booze went down smooth.
Her hesitation flipped to gulping it like a champ, even surprising me a bit.
She wasn't a heavyweight, though.
Tongue slurring, guards fully down, she let it all pour out.
"E-even with family help to marry young, building a proper home needs money..."
"Ah, so dual income plus cafe side gigs?"
"Ehehe~ Cafe's just a hobby."
She cutely shook her head as the buzz hit.
"But now I don't care about work or anything... Life's just gotten so boring lately."
She topped her own glass, swirled it with flapping hands.
"You probably haven't married, CEO-nim, but man, marriage has no romance.
We don't care what the other does at home anymore, skip anniversaries one by one 'cause we're busy, weekends we don't even wanna do stuff together. Being together feels awkward. What's the point? Pffft~ Gone."
"Quiet at home?"
"Yup...
Just phones, basic check-ins... Now we even sleep separately 'cause my sleep-talking's bad."
She laid it all out herself, so I easily read her heart.
The most common kind: frictionless friction in a dull daily grind.
Typical modern marriage gripe.
Couples lost after the wedding. Add territorial instincts guarding their zones, and the distance grows.
I hadn't met her husband, but they'd married for love once.
Dreamed of rowing into a bright future together.
Reality? Becalmed in the vast ocean, no wind in sight.
Rowed halfway to the Pacific middle—no forward, no back.
Drifting dead-center, no goals, no drive.
Marriage without aim.
"I see."
Easy fix, but did she not know?
I muttered to myself, scooting my butt back a bit.
Enough listening while pouring drinks and feeding her meat from across the table.
I knew what this MILF wanted now.
Perfectly plotted how to slow-cook her from here.
"Here, let me pour you one."
"Ah..."
I stood and sidled right up next to her.
Pressing flesh as I tilted the bottle— she squirmed awkwardly, but her lips twitched up inside.
Swish— swish...
Our thighs brushed, indirect skinship flowing.
Shoulder and wrist grazed handing the glass; feeding her meat kindly turned her cheeks red.
I saw it today.
Just cafe to grill house, but distance shrunk in a flash.
Heo Naeun's head must've been spinning like this:
「Today's just our first meeting」
「At most 7 hours with this stranger」
「Inner connection from cafe messages or not, this is trouble!」
「I'm married, above all!?」
Woman's instinct.
Sane judgment to dodge family drama or risks.
"Naeun-ssi, hold on..."
"Ah...?"
But women this age are different.
Something overrides those pointless mental walls.
"Eek! ......Mmm... Hnng, haa...♥ Ahh, CEO-nim...♥"
Desire.
Guts burning like the grill in front, but social face kept it hidden till now.
Lips met, eyes locked— the boozed-up MILF erupted like pent-up stress exploding.
Tongue out for bait, she parted like clamshell, inviting it in bold.
Women in their thirties have a different mindset.
Knowing youth and beauty don't last forever, they're aggressive and open every moment.
She'd come to drinks willingly.
And she'd dropped all the hints herself, making it easy.
Complaining about marriage to a young stud? Basically begging to get eaten out with every fiber.
Squelch, squelch, squelch♥
"!? Ah, CEO-nim, th-there..."
"It's fine. Full dividers up."
"No! N-not that, but......Mmm♥ Ah...!"
Excitement hit me too— bad hand slipped under her skirt.
Impatient for once, but finally I could smell it.
The thick scent filling the room as I traced her panty folds.
"Just a little, make you feel real good."
"No, can't... Ah, aahhh♥"
'Fuck, killer.'
Beautiful thirty-something MILF in heat.
Raw urge to take a stud, scent wafting thicker than the grilling meat.
I rubbed bolder under the skirt.
Not too deep, just teasing to please.
She parted her thighs more in surrender, keeping that line.
Stroked her nape too, treating her sweet.
Daring yet tender with the back of my hand— guards melted away.
"Ah- aaht...! Hnnggg...♥"
Adult time.
Soft moans from the taboo thrill in a grill house, eyes squeezed in bliss.
Body yielding fully now, no resistance to groping.
But,
"Whew, that's enough."
"! Ah, ah......"
I stopped myself before going further.
Left her hanging short of the end.
Revved her up unbearable then cut off, grinning beside her as I suggested.
"We've eaten plenty already. Let's head out."
"No, CEO-nim, that......"
"Ah, feeling a bit shortchanged?"
I grinned.
Dipped in, pulled out slow.
Then leaned to her ear.
Explained the stop, got consent.
'Need a quick rest stop before dropping you home?'
No official yes from her lips yet.
Slyly checked the MILF's intent, final approval.
Made her say she wanted to play with the young stud.
Plus, thin doors like this? Better change spots for the real deal.
"......♥"
After all that, she didn't bite at my shameless act.
Just stood, leaning into me— silent consent.
Face screaming she was stacked up, couldn't hold back.
"Taking that as a yes, you need a little rest."
"Th-that...... J-just tonight...!
I'll be fine after a short break."
I helped her up; she staggered to her feet.
Screw it all—cut off mid-buildup, she hurled her dark urges at me bundled up.
She smoothed her skewed skirt suit and we left the grill house.
Glancing at staff, worried we were caught, hiding her face against me.
Squeeze♥
For escorting such a MILF, I gripped that big ass firm.
Twitch, twitch...!
Heo Naeun didn't pull away.
Leaned in more, twitching.
Pent-up frustration fully triggered— nothing else on her mind now.
"My car?"
"Y-yes...♥"
Thinking of affair sex with a young stud.