The Village Secret Festival (11)
"Hmm?"
When our eyes met, Aunt Hyun-sook gave me an awkward little smile.
"Mmm~ I was standing for a while and got tired, so I wanted to rest for a bit. Anyway, no customers come in at this hour~"
"Ah… I see."
So she locks the door when she takes a break. Well, that made sense. She was the owner, after all. It would be more comfortable that way.
Suho gave a small nod at this newly discovered fact and continued eating. The woman disappeared into the kitchen.
A short while later, Aunt Hyun-sook emerged from the kitchen with plates in both hands. She walked straight to Suho’s table and set them down.
"Took a little longer because I had to heat it up. This is sundae—try some."
"Whoa! Thank you!"
It was sundae. And not exactly a small portion for a simple service. On the plate beside it sat a few apples with two forks. Sure enough, Aunt Hyun-sook pulled out the chair next to him and sat down.
She must have been bored.
This was nothing new. Whenever he came with his mother, it had long become normal for Aunt Hyun-sook to join them midway through the meal. As he’d experienced on the very first day, she genuinely enjoyed mingling with customers. From what Suho could tell, his mother didn’t come just for the soup—she came for the fun of chatting with her close friend. Sometimes, when the place was empty and Suho came alone, she would sit across from him and chat until he left. He figured she simply didn’t like seeing him eat by himself in silence.
If it had been a strictly business relationship between restaurant owner and customer, it might have felt uncomfortable. But she was his mother’s close friend, and by now Suho saw her almost like a real aunt. So it didn’t bother him at all.
Come to think of it, this is the first time she’s sat right next to me.
Suho dipped a steaming piece of sundae in salt and took a bite.
"This sundae is really good."
It wasn’t empty praise. It was genuinely delicious.
"Is it? If it’s not enough, just say so. Aunt will give you more."
"No, no! This is already way more than enough… Thank you for the food."
"Aww~ How can our Suho be so polite even when he speaks? I’m so jealous of Seon-ae. My own son is always so curt and only calls once a month, if that… How nice it would be to have a son like Suho by my side."
"Haha… It’s not like that."
"It is, though… And tell Seon-ae that the apples she gave me last time were delicious. The ones from your orchard are definitely sweeter and tastier than store-bought ones."
Oh. So Mom gave them to her.
That explained why they tasted so good. Saying all apples were the same would be a mistake. Whether it was the soil or the care his mother put into growing them, the apples from their orchard were on another level compared to anything you could buy. Just the crisp, lively crunch told you how fresh they were.
The conversation between the restaurant owner and her young customer flowed warmly, far beyond a simple business exchange. While Suho ate his sundae and Aunt Hyun-sook nibbled on an apple, the chatter paused for a moment.
"Suho… you saw me that day, didn’t you?"
"Cough!"
The sudden, suggestive question from beside him made Suho jump in shock. W-what? She was talking about the festival, right? Weren’t we supposed to pretend it never happened in everyday life…?!
"Oh my? Why so startled? You’ll choke. Here, drink some water."
"Ah, y-yes…"
She calmly poured him a glass and handed it over. He gulped it down, trying to steady himself.
…So Aunt Hyun-sook had been there too.
The mix of panic and embarrassment left him completely flustered. His face burned. Thankfully—or maybe not—Suho hadn’t spotted her in the crowd. He’d noticed a few people at first, but after that he’d been too busy focusing on everyone else.
"I… No. I didn’t see you, Aunt."
"Really? That’s a relief. What good would it do for a handsome young man like our Suho to see an old lady like me naked? Especially when I was in such a shameful state… I was worried, so I had to ask."
"Ah, haha……"
He laughed. There was nothing else he could do but laugh like an idiot. What was he supposed to say to that? That he wished he had seen? That he was glad he hadn’t? Either answer felt impossibly awkward.
"Aww~ Our Suho. I always thought you were still just a baby and wondered when you’d grow up… but after seeing you that day, I realized you’ve become a real man."
"Ah… Have I? Haha."
The way she smiled softly, as if proud of him, made Suho feel like he’d been caught masturbating. How much had she seen? What exactly had she watched? The shame and heat made him glance away, only for their eyes to meet again.
It was hard to believe this was the same woman who had just casually said something as embarrassing as “What good would it do for a handsome young man like our Suho to see an old lady like me naked?” With a white sanitary cap on her head, Aunt Hyun-sook was looking at him with her usual warm, gentle expression. Her kind, approachable face, the neat green apron, and her pleasantly plump figure filled his vision.
Until now, Suho had never once thought of Aunt Hyun-sook as a woman. If he had, that would have been the strange thing. From the perspective of a twenty-year-old, a woman in her fifties was simply not someone you could see in a romantic or sexual light. The age gap wasn’t just a number—it was an entirely different generation. People often said “she could be your mom,” but she was well past that. And yet…
No matter how much he had never considered her that way before, no matter how many years separated them, if he had seen her there, he would have been unable to stop seeing her as a woman afterward. The sight of a woman’s naked body carried that kind of shocking power.
Ugh. What the hell am I thinking?
Feeling guilty for having such thoughts about someone who was practically family, Suho quickly looked away and took another bite of sundae. Soon after, the crisp sound of her biting into an apple reached his ears. For some reason, that crunch sounded strangely erotic.
He thought the embarrassing conversation had ended there.
It hadn’t.
"I was so jealous of Hye-jeong. Watching her, I kept thinking, ‘If only I were a little younger…’ I can’t tell you how regretful I felt."
"E-eh?"
"Aww~ Hohoho. I’m being so shameless, saying all sorts of things… You’re not offended, are you?"
"Ah… No, not at all."
"Good, good. We’re both adults now, so we can talk about these things. But from what I saw that day… Suho, you really like getting sucked, don’t you? Did it feel good?"
"Cough!"
His heart plummeted. What the hell did I just hear?
It seemed she had watched him receiving a blowjob from Hye-jeong noona. If she had been there, she must have been in the middle of her own activities and couldn’t have just kept watching the whole time. He had heard that adults—especially women—enjoyed dirty talk even more than men, but was this really one of those moments?
He couldn’t believe he was having this conversation with Aunt Hyun-sook of all people. Still, she didn’t seem to be teasing him. Her tone was like an adult asking, “Have you tried masturbating? How was it? Did it feel good?” There was a clear sense of proud affection, like she was thinking, Look at this kid who used to be such a baby—when did he become a man?
It was the kind of thing you could only say once someone had become an adult.
Suho hid his embarrassment by eating more sundae. Just as Aunt Hyun-sook asked so casually, he tried to respond as if it were no big deal.
"Ah… Yes. It, uh… It felt good."
"Aww~ Right? That’s what it looked like. I was so impressed watching you…"
"Ahaha."
She reached over and gently stroked his back. Wondering if this was really something to be praised for, Suho’s face turned red as he aimlessly poked at his plate.
That was when it happened.
"Then… if it just feels good, would it have been okay even if the person was me?"
"W-what…!"
Aunt Hyun-sook suddenly reached out and grabbed his cock. Not over his clothes—she boldly slipped her hand right inside his sweatpants, grasped his bare shaft, and began kneading it without hesitation.
"Oh my, oh my. So young. It’s growing so fast, so fast."
"Ah! Aunt…!"
"Just stay still. It’s not going to wear out just because I touch it. Hmm? You’re full of energy at your age—you probably jerk off all the time anyway. Instead of doing it alone when you get home, wouldn’t it be better if Aunt took care of it for you?"
"I-is this… really okay? I thought we weren’t supposed to do this outside of the festival—"
"It’s fine, it’s fine. No one’s going to say anything about something like this. And who’s going to know?"
The sound of her hand working his cock filled the quiet restaurant.
"Ugh……"
"Aww, aww— So lively. It’s throbbing and twitching in my hand."
The hand moving inside his pants was rougher than a woman’s usually was. Unlike Hye-jeong noona’s soft touch, Aunt Hyun-sook had been working in the kitchen for years. Her warm hand felt calloused and coarse. And yet, ironically, that rough texture sliding along his shaft delivered a completely new, unfamiliar stimulation he had never experienced before.
Then—
Her hand began moving with clear intent.
"Ugh, haa……"
Aunt Hyun-sook’s touch grew bolder. She started properly stroking him like she was jerking him off, and Suho’s hips began to buck. A desperate moan slipped from his lips. Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure rising from his lower body, he knew he shouldn’t be doing this with his mother’s close friend, yet he couldn’t move a muscle. He could only surrender his cock to her hand.
His shaft, guided by the vigorous back-and-forth motion inside his pants, grew rock-hard. He could feel his glans twitching and his prostate trembling.
The wet, obscene sounds grew louder.
"Haa, aah…"
Watching his reaction, Aunt Hyun-sook asked in a loving voice.
"Does it feel good?"
"Mmm… Y-yes… It feels good…"
"See? Aunt was right. Even if I’m older, a woman is still a woman… It’s much better than doing it alone. Let me make you feel even better."
She tugged his sweatpants down. His cock sprang up, rock-hard. Startled, Suho grabbed her wrist.
"Ugh…! No, wait! I didn’t shower today!"
"Hoho. Men don’t always get to shower. What does it matter? Since we’re doing this anyway… it feels better when a woman sucks it, doesn’t it?"