40. Full-On Strip Twister (1)
"No way... In those foreign rom-com movies, the penalty is always stripping off one piece of clothing... something like that?"
"Uh... yeah... that's true."
"Uhmm... I did that with friends too-mnida..."
"Catherine really? Then it's fine. Let's just make stripping the penalty from now on. Yeah?"
The moment the native English speaker Catherine gave the answer I wanted, Aunt Hye-yeon pushed hard for the 'strip' penalty. I could sense her strong intentions in that push, but in the end, both Catherine and I nodded along with her persuasion.
Well... I wasn't complaining about the penalty turning out like this.
Right after, Aunt Hye-yeon alternated her gaze between Catherine and me, demanding we carry out the 'penalty.'
"What are you two doing? Hurry up and take one off each."
"Hmmm... Got it-mnida."
"Okay."
Under her urging, Catherine and I cautiously removed one piece of clothing we were wearing. I took off my T-shirt, and Catherine her shorts.
Swish... rustle... thump... The brief sound of fabric brushing against skin faded, and under the living room lights, my bare upper body came into view. My solid pecs, abs, and the lats I'd worked so hard to build were now exposed.
Aunt Hye-yeon's eyes filled with lust as she watched, and even Catherine, who'd been sneaking glances at me, started looking sticky-eyed. The two women openly scanned my torso up and down like they were eyeing something delicious.
Aunt Hye-yeon, who'd already tangled bodies with me multiple times, was one thing—but Catherine's reaction was unexpected, considering we'd only met three days ago.
This might actually... work.
For a moment, I caught a glimpse of 'possibility' in their eyes—especially Catherine's desire-filled gaze.
But my attention quickly shifted to her lower body.
Holy shit...
I'd vaguely guessed at that 'thick meatiness' from her jeans or baggy shorts before. But the sight of Catherine's bare thighs and wide hips was overwhelming.
Her lower body boasted a truly 'overwhelming', 'violent' volume. Not fat like obesity, though. Her long Western legs, well-developed pelvis, and slim waist combined into sensually perfect lines that were utterly delectable.
What was it... like one of those beautiful Western speed skaters with subtly high viewership? But with thighs just a touch slimmer and breasts much bigger... the kind of body that made anyone think, I wanna fuck her at least once.
I'll convince Aunt Hye-yeon somehow—no, even if I can't, I'll fuck Catherine.
As I inwardly swore that oath—not quite a vow—to Catherine's dizzyingly tempting lower half, Aunt Hye-yeon crushed an empty beer can and spoke up.
"Before the second game, I'll grab some snacks. Anyone want more beer?"
"Just one for me, please-mnida."
"Okay, one for Catherine. Minwoo, you?"
"You're busy enough, Aunt. I'll get mine. And help you out while I'm at it."
"Sure."
Using the excuse of helping her, I followed Aunt Hye-yeon from the living room to the kitchen and immediately hit her with a question.
"Aunt, stripping out of nowhere... what's your angle?"
"Well, that..."
She glanced toward Catherine on the living room sofa and lowered her voice as she answered my probe into her sudden penalty choice. What came from her lips next was surprising—no, touching—devotion.
"After seeing you get excited over Catherine yesterday, I thought it over carefully..."
"Wait, that was—"
"Hear me out first."
"Okay."
"You're still young, Minwoo, and I'm not old... but there's a pretty big age gap, right?"
"What do you mean old? Even before all this chaos, guys outside were no match for you compared to most 20-somethings."
"Oh? Your mouth... Anyway, with the world like this, I started wondering if it's right for me to hog you all to myself. Of course, I'd love to if I could... but it feels like I'd be holding you back."
She paused to catch her breath after admitting she'd love to keep me all hers if possible, then continued. Her face showed the maternal love unique to a mature woman, mixed with resolve.
"So I decided. From now on, if you want to hold another woman, I'll make it easy for you."
"Aunt..."
"But don't dump me, okay? At least three times a week—hold me. Got it?"
"Of course."
What woman in the world would let her lover fuck around freely? Overwhelmed by this indescribable emotion, I pulled her into a tight hug. She whispered not to abandon her as her right hand groped my crotch.
How could I ever ditch such a loving, adorable aunt? That'd make me a real bastard... But what's this nagging unease?
****
In truth, there was a hidden reason why Lee Hye-yeon had permitted Kim Minwoo to sleep with other women freely.
Minwoo, sorry... I didn't know I was such a pervert, but seeing you get hard for Catherine sparked these weird thoughts... It'd turn me on so much if you fucked another woman.
The day before. The moment Kim Minwoo got erect staring at Catherine's braless tits.
Lee Hye-yeon felt a bizarre sensation. Not anger at her lover lusting after another woman.
Instead, if right there Kim Minwoo pinned Catherine down and rammed his cock deep into her pussy—it'd feel as hot and thrilling as getting fucked herself, maybe even hotter.
And that odd feeling, that twisted desire, only grew stronger over time.
The result: moments ago, during the Twister game, she'd proposed 'stripping' as the penalty.
An act laced with the 'intention' of fostering a naughty atmosphere between Kim Minwoo and Catherine.
But there was one thing neither Lee Hye-yeon nor Kim Minwoo, owner of the MILF Collector, knew.
It was that her mind had been 'manipulated' by a yet-unrevealed hidden function of the MILF Collector.
****
Carrying a bowl of snacks and beers, Catherine and I returned to the living room.
Still nagging unease lingered, but the fact I no longer had to worry about Aunt Hye-yeon's jealousy to get close to Catherine let me brush it off as minor and focus on the moment.
She said she'd help as much as possible, so I just need to make Catherine interested in me...
"Catherine, beer here."
"Thank you-mnida."
"Alright, second game time?"
"Minwoo, decide the order first."
"Oh right."
Rock-paper-scissors set the order: me—Aunt Hye-yeon—Catherine. Catherine took first place in the second game.
Forcing Aunt Hye-yeon and me to strip off one piece each.
Swish... Fully geared(?) Aunt Hye-yeon went first, stripping her bottoms like Catherine. Then I, with nothing left up top, pulled my shorts down to my knees.
Revealing the thick silhouette of my cock bulging against the tight fabric of my drawers.
Even half-hard, the outline straining my underwear was dizzying even to me.
Meanwhile, as my shorts dropped, the two women's gazes locked on me again. Their lust-glazed eyes fixed dead on my crotch.
Catherine can't peel her eyes off my bulge... Just need that decisive spark now.
The next moment, ignoring their lecherous stares, I started acting cornered.
"Whoa... I'm down to just my underwear now."
"Duh, Minwoo—you know the rules? Even if you're naked first, you keep playing till first place is set."
"Ugh... Didn't know you were this ruthless, Aunt."
"Good you learned now, hehe. Rock-paper-scissors?"
Next round set the spinner order: Aunt Hye-yeon—Catherine—me. The third game began.
Whirr...
"Eek... Minwoo, don't press from above."
"Wasn't me."
"Sorry-mnida. My body big, can't help-mnida."
After everyone spun three times, our bodies tangled just like before.
Aunt Hye-yeon barely holding at the bottom with one hand and two feet.
Catherine and I stacked atop her in turn.
A precarious pose that'd collapse at the slightest wobble—when suddenly, a hand grabbed my crotch, precisely my half-hard cock.
It jerked away in surprise. Right then, a small gasp escaped Catherine below me.
"Eep... M-Minwoo, sorry-mnida. Hand slipped there..."
"It's fine. Happens in games. No biggie since it's an accident."
"Thanks for understanding-mnida."
Catherine twisted slightly to express her gratitude at my reassurance.
But does she know? This was 'plausible deniability.'
By forgiving her 'mistake' now, any future contact between us could be brushed off as accidents.
Grabbing her heavy tits by 'accident' while reaching? Oops.
My fully erect cock poking her firm ass while adjusting? Oops.