The Village Festival's Secret (13)
Wrapped in the lingering haze of climax, Suho trembled with a pleasure that made his usual masturbation feel utterly insignificant. He wrapped one arm around his aunt's back as if clinging to her, his lower body twitching like a child clutching his mother or a young beast nuzzling its dam. What filled his vision was the sight of a woman in a white headscarf, her head buried against his lower abdomen.
Despite her head remaining almost perfectly still, Jeong Hyeonsuk's shoulders shook violently as her hand pumped with fierce intensity, coaxing out every last drop of semen and swallowing it down with eager devotion.
"Aah... Aunt...! Haaah......"
How much had been pent up inside him? Even as he reached the final throes of his orgasm, whenever it seemed to subside, more thick remnants of semen were drawn up from deep within, as if being pumped out. Each time that happened, his aunt's mouth—tightly sealed around his cock—would squeeze from every direction, her throat bobbing with wet gulps. The sensation was maddeningly vivid and electric.
This continued for a long while.
"Man, it's hot as hell. Should we grab some cold noodles?"
"Cold noodles? In this weather? Don't you know 'fight fire with fire'? Gotta sweat it all out to survive the summer. Let's hit up Mr. Yeom's place for some hangover soup instead."
Along with the fading voices of the middle-aged men who had finished their cigarettes outside and were walking away, Aunt finally pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet schlurp—only after no more semen would come out, no matter how much she shook and squeezed.
"Haa... haa. Our Suho's cum tastes so good.... How is it so thick and fresh? Honestly, if I could, I'd suck you dry every single day. Hehe.... How about it? Feeling refreshed?"
"...Yes. It feels... refreshed."
It was exactly as he said. Because he hadn't spilled meaninglessly into a tissue but released everything into his aunt's warm mouth, there was none of the usual hollow emptiness that followed ejaculation—only a clean, light sense of relief.
Now what? The moment the act ended, a wave of self-loathing and guilt crashed over him. This wasn't even during the festival; he'd done something like this with his aunt in everyday life. Suho stood there, utterly lost, caught between that shame and the faint, lingering traces of pleasure.
Jeong Hyeonsuk sat up straight and looked at him with the tender gaze one might give an adorable baby. She tore open a pack of disposable wet wipes from the table and began carefully cleaning his cock, which glistened with semen and saliva.
"Right? Hehe! Whenever it builds up again, just come to Auntie anytime. I'll milk you nice and clean whenever you need."
"......"
Suho's lips parted as if to say something in response to Jeong Hyeonsuk's words, but nothing came out. It was too awkward to speak.
Ah... what am I supposed to do about this?
The relationship they'd shared for over ten years—as close as aunt and nephew—might completely change depending on how he answered. That worry and anxiety weighed on him. And because she was someone close not just to him but to his mother as well, it felt even more complicated. With any other woman, maybe it would be different, but wasn't it right to end this kind of experience with his aunt after just this once? Couldn't they somehow chalk today's events up to a simple mistake...?
Noticing how he was hesitating and avoiding an answer, Jeong Hyeonsuk pulled out a fresh wipe to finish cleaning him and asked in her characteristically warm, affectionate tone.
"Why? Didn't you like it when Auntie sucked you off...?"
"...No. It felt really good."
Yes. That was the problem. It had felt far better than he'd expected. No—much, much better. If he'd had plenty of experience with women, it might have been different, but for Suho, who had only lost his virginity a few days ago, the sight and sensation of his aunt gripping his shaft while sucking on the head had burned itself into his mind like a brand.
Especially... the slightly rough, unrefined texture of her hand as she jerked him off—nothing like a delicate woman's touch—would probably haunt him every time he masturbated from now on.
Ah...!
No matter how he tried to respond, Suho instinctively realized he could no longer see the woman before him as simply "Auntie." As if to prove that thought, his spent cock twitched. Just recalling what had happened was enough to make it slowly swell again.
Jeong Hyeonsuk, who had been cleaning him with a hint of regret, still held his shaft in one hand. Feeling it harden once more in her palm, she took it as a positive sign and squeezed it firmly, her face lighting up with delight.
Even though he was like a beloved nephew to her, she was still a woman. She'd seized the opportunity to make her move, but deep down she'd been anxious about whether he'd hate her for it afterward. As a woman in her fifties with nearly complete knowledge of men, she knew that once she'd already touched his genitals, rejection was no longer an option. That was simply how men were. And she knew better than anyone how they often grew lethargic and irritable after climax.
But the fact that it was reacting again in her hand made her think, Young men really are something else. It's already getting big again. And, I guess he didn't dislike what I did for him. She couldn't help but feel happy.
"It felt good, right? Auntie enjoyed it too. Maybe because you're so vigorous, it was throbbing so hard in my mouth... the taste was incredible. Since you're young, you'll get pent up often, won't you? Come over, eat a hearty meal, and get properly drained. It's good for you. I like it when you cum in my mouth... okay?"
"Then... I'll do that."
In the end, Suho could only nod.
"Hehe! Thank you, Suho dear. I'll consider the meal paid for with what you gave my mouth. From now on, don't worry about money—just come. If you're not hungry, come anyway and have some fruit while we... you know what I mean, right?"
Jeong Hyeonsuk smiled brightly at him, then said, "Thanks to you, I got to rest comfortably. Now I should wash my hands and get ready to open for business again," before heading to the bathroom. Suho pulled up his pants and stood there in a daze for a moment before absentmindedly picking up one of the cold sundae pieces and eating it.
It had gone cold, but... it was still delicious.
A short while later.
Clatter.
"Hey~ Ms. Jeong. Give me one mixed gukbap, will you?"
"Oh my? Mr. Moon. What brings you here at this hour?"
"Ah— I took a short nap earlier, but my wife went out without making me any food! Can you believe it?"
"Hohoho. Honestly, the men in our village are hopeless. If their wives don't cook for them, they can't even feed themselves? Just wait a bit. I'll bring you a delicious bowl."
Suho had felt awkward about leaving right after what they'd done. He was still nibbling on the cold sundae when Jeong Hyeonsuk served a steaming bowl of gukbap to the new customer. Only then did he approach the counter, but his aunt simply waved her hand gently in farewell, as if to say goodbye. It seemed she really meant it when she said the meal was paid for with what he'd given her mouth.
Clatter.
Suho stepped out after closing the restaurant door behind him.
"Ah......"
It was still scorching outside. The blazing sunlight and sweltering heat quickly made his strangely refreshed and light body feel sticky and uncomfortable again. Perhaps it was because he felt the difference so sharply between being inside the shop and stepping out.
Despite worrying that after today's events he might not be able to visit his aunt's store as comfortably as before, he now felt like he could turn around and walk right back in. If he said, It's too hot outside, so I'll rest here a bit longer, she would surely welcome him like always.
Their relationship had changed, yet in some ways, it hadn't changed at all.
Suddenly, a strange premonition came over him. That from now on, he might end up visiting much more often than before. Whether to satisfy his hunger or, just as his aunt had said... regardless of hunger at all.
There might even be days when, instead of handling his desires alone through masturbation, he would come hoping his aunt would take care of them. If days like today became familiar, then perhaps... someday he might even be able to casually eat gukbap while receiving a blowjob from Aunt Hyeonsuk without a second thought.
It didn't feel like a mere fantasy. It felt almost like a certainty. ...And if it really came to that, it probably wouldn't be all that far in the future.
When Suho returned home, his mother—who had been out handling business—didn't come back until a little past six in the evening. He had been playing computer games after washing up when he heard the familiar beep-beep-beep of the front door unlocking and went out to greet her.
His mother was taking off her shoes, dressed in a neat, elegant two-piece suit. Who could possibly look at this woman and think she was a middle-aged mother living in the countryside with a grown son? It wasn't just because she was his mother—she was truly more beautiful than most celebrities. Even as the years had passed since her youth, she remained unchanged, still stunning. Anyone who saw her in the city would easily believe she was the wife of a wealthy conglomerate family.
In one hand she carried a white plastic bag that didn't quite match the gold-chain handbag slung over her shoulder. It contained braised short ribs—his favorite. Back when she'd gone to the city for her first department store deal, she'd stopped by a famous restaurant nearby and brought some home. He'd enjoyed it so much that ever since, she made a point of buying it for him whenever she went.
"Mom, welcome back."
"Mm~ I finished my work nicely. Was my son resting well?"
His mother looked a little tired. It was because the delivery contract required her to visit several regions. The fruits from the Suho Orchard were mostly superior quality compared to those from other areas, and particularly excellent apples were even supplied to department stores in the city. Traveling by car to all those places took well over four hours just in driving time, and it wasn't as if she'd only been driving, so it was no wonder she was exhausted.
If we'd been handling internet orders on top of that, the two of us probably wouldn't have had a moment to breathe.
The more ordinary mid-to-low-grade fruits that were still perfectly edible, his mother generously gave away by the whole box to the village residents. His father, who had wanted to escape the flashy but barren and cold city life, had tried to emulate the warm "rural hospitality" he'd vaguely imagined after settling here. He would often share the orchard's fruits with the neighbors.
Father had taken genuine joy in giving things to others. He was happier than anyone when he received even the smallest thing from a neighbor. After such a father passed away, his mother continued the practice—perhaps so she wouldn't forget him, or maybe to carry on his wishes.... Even though the orchard had grown much larger since then, she still gave away everything except what they sold, sharing generously with the village residents.
Min Seonae, whose face brightened the moment she saw her son and washed away all her fatigue, took off her shoes and stepped inside, gently patting Suho's backside.
"You must be hungry, sweetheart. Mom will heat up the braised ribs and set the table right away."
"Take your time, Mom."
"Aigoo, so cute~ Whose son is this handsome? Hm?"
"Yours, of course..."
His mother looked at him with an expression that said she could just die from how adorable her child was, lightly pinching his cheek before letting go. Getting his bottom patted or his cheeks pinched might have been embarrassing for a grown son, but until last year it had always been full-on hugs. At least now that I'm bigger, it's been downgraded to butt pats.
No matter how old he got, to his mother he would always be the child she'd held and raised in her arms. Suho understood that these were simply the actions of a mother's love. And so, it would remain unchanged forever. It was an abundance of love he didn't deserve.