My Stepmother's Nipples
Kwon Hyejung. My stepmother.
To be honest, I didn’t know much about her. All I really knew was that she was thirty-nine, had no real job, and yet possessed a suspiciously large amount of money.
“Eunho.”
In the end, Hyejung stepped inside the comic book cafe.
She was wearing what people commonly called a “mature woman look.” The gray dress clung to every curve of her body, its deep neckline revealing a generous amount of cleavage. It was so provocative that I didn’t know where to rest my eyes.
‘How can a woman who’s almost forty have a body like that…?’
I awkwardly waved my hand while making a conscious effort not to let my gaze drop. I tried to focus only on her lively eyes sparkling above her mask and her long, elegant eyebrows.
“It’s really hot out today… You could have just stayed home…”
“No, it’s good for your health to endure the summer heat. Besides, it’s so nice and cool in here.”
Hyejung walked toward me, brushing her dark hair back from her face.
How on earth did Dad meet someone like her?
“Oh, that’s right. When you visit a comic book cafe, it’s only proper to take your breasts out first.”
“…….”
Common sense alteration in progress.
Visitors to the comic book cafe now perceive exposing their breasts as basic etiquette.
This perception will remain permanently embedded even after the effect ends.
Without the slightest hesitation, Hyejung pulled down the front of her dress and freed her breasts.
Her heavy, slightly drooping mounds spilled out, the pink areolas peeking shyly into view.
“Young boss, would you like to suck on them?”
“Hmm……”
This was exactly why I had tried to refuse her.
Hyejung was so stunning it was hard to believe she was a mother of two. Her skin was firm and smooth, her figure still beautifully toned. Her posture was modest, her voice gentle and soothing. She wasn’t old—she was perfectly ripened. The kind of woman who made you think “mature” rather than “middle-aged.”
If she had simply walked in as a regular customer, I would have thrown my hands up in celebration. Finally, someone worth sucking on! I would have cheered.
But Hyejung had been my father’s woman.
Was it really okay for me to stare at her breasts like this?
“Eunho?”
“Are you… really sure it’s okay for me to suck them?”
“Of course. This is simply what any adult woman who visits a comic book cafe is supposed to do. If you refused, Mom would be terribly hurt.”
“If you put it that way…”
My hesitation didn’t last long.
Thanks to the Lewd Notebook, people never questioned any lewd events that occurred. They simply accepted them as perfectly natural. And even after the effect wore off, the altered perception that “this is how it has always been” remained permanently.
In other words, even if I touched Hyejung’s breasts, sucked her nipples, licked them, or bit them right now, it would forever be remembered as something that had always been completely normal.
“Would you like to come behind the counter?”
With one breast still fully exposed, Hyejung walked over to me.
“They’re… really big.”
“As I’ve gotten older they’ve started to sag, and it worries me. I’m sorry for making you suck on such unattractive breasts.”
“What are you talking about? These are the prettiest breasts I’ve seen all day.”
“Even if you’re just saying that, thank you. Ah……♥”
I wrapped one arm around her waist and cupped her breast with my other hand. The soft flesh molded against my palm as her nipple grew even sharper and more erect.
Chuuup— Slurp—
I pressed my lips to her nipple and gently teased the soft bud with my tongue.
Maybe because of the hot weather, her breasts were slightly sticky with sweat. A pleasant scent rose from her skin, and the pink nipple gradually hardened inside my mouth.
“Mmm……♥ You can suck a little harder if you want……”
At her words, I gave her nipple a light bite.
She let out a soft moan and her body twitched. The thin fabric of her dress made every sensation feel far more vivid than with any woman I had held before.
“Your technique is similar to Hojin’s…?”
Hyejung stroked my hair with a pleased voice.
Hojin was my father’s name—Yoo Hojin, father of Yoo Eunho.
‘Did she really have to compare me to Dad…?’
A faint sense of guilt began to creep through my chest.
Right now, I was sucking on the same breasts my father had once sucked on. Even though she wasn’t the woman who gave birth to me, she was legally my new mother. And I was doing this in such an open space, where strangers could walk by at any moment.
‘Have I always been this perverted…?’
The knowledge that I was doing something I shouldn’t be doing made my heart race. It was embarrassing, yet I was more aroused than I had been in a long time. I could practically feel my heart pounding against my ribs.
Looking back, ever since I was discharged I had been living each day in a rush. While I was still trying to figure out what to do with my life after the military, my father suddenly passed away. I had to handle the funeral, untangle the complicated inheritance issues, and slowly get used to my new family. During all of that, I had completely pushed my sexual desires to the back burner.
‘If I said I wanted to put it in… would she let me?’
I naturally pressed my body closer, rubbing my hardening cock against her lower body. My hand slid down from her waist to squeeze her plump ass.
Just as I expected, her ass was full and firm. The way it filled my hand felt incredibly erotic.
‘Doesn’t feel like she’s going commando… Maybe a thong?’
Marveling at the smooth texture of her skin beneath the thin dress, I continued sucking on her breast. I pulled my lips away from her nipple and flicked the now-stiffened bud with the tip of my tongue.
Then I lifted my gaze to look at her face.
‘Ah, so this is the expression she makes when she feels good…’
She was simply smiling with pure happiness, yet even that looked lewd. Even though her mask still hid most of her face, my cock felt like it was about to burst.
“Um… Could you take off your mask for a moment?”
“Hmm? My mask? I see. You want to look at Mom’s face while you suck, don’t you?”
Hyejung slowly removed her mask.
She was wearing makeup, but it wasn’t heavy. Her face looked as if a god had carefully sculpted it—elegant and refined, like a noblewoman from a drama.
‘She dresses so provocatively, yet her face looks like this… It’s driving me crazy.’
I kept sucking on her breasts for a while longer before gently pushing her away.
If I continued like this, I would end up wanting more. I was afraid I might actually end up shoving my cock inside her.
“Let’s… let’s eat now.”
“Alright. Mom will make something delicious for you right away.”
Hyejung smiled beautifully and headed toward the small kitchen used by the cafe staff. The way she moved so naturally made me suspect that similar things had happened when she was dating my father.
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.
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“Um… Eunho.”
“Yes?”
Near the end of our lunch, Hyejung called my name with a meaningful look, then hesitated.
It seemed like she had something she wanted to say but was struggling to get the words out.
“Is there… something you want to talk about?”
“The truth is, the reason I came today… Well, of course I wanted to have lunch with you, but… there’s actually something I’d like to ask of you, Eunho.”
“Ask of me?”
I tensed up slightly and waited for her next words.
When I thought about it, I owed Hyejung around fifty million won. She had told me, “We’re family now, so you don’t need to pay it back,” but I didn’t see it that way. I fully intended to earn the money and repay her.
In a situation like this, whatever favor she was about to ask would be hard to refuse.
“It’s about Bom. Yoon Bom.”
“Yes, your eldest daughter, right?”
Hyejung nodded and continued.
“Bom hasn’t come out of her room for almost a week now… I’ve tried everything I can think of, but it doesn’t seem like something I can handle alone…”
I was inwardly surprised.
By the time I closed the cafe and got home, it was usually midnight. After washing up and taking a short break, it was already time to sleep, since I had to open the cafe again by nine the next morning.
Because of that, the place I lived in now felt less like a home and more like a place to crash for the night. Both Yoon Bom, the eldest, and Yoon Gaeul, the youngest, were heavy sleepers, so I rarely saw them in the mornings. At night they stayed in their rooms, so I hardly saw them then either.
“Did she suddenly stop coming out?”
“It seems the breakup with her boyfriend hit her hard. Unless she’s getting delivery food or using the bathroom, she stays in her room all day.”
“Ah… Bom is twenty-two this year, right?”
“That’s right. It’s the age for love and heartbreak, but… as her mother, I can’t help but worry. She’s never been the type to share what’s on her mind…”
Twenty-two. Was this her first love?
It reminded me of the older girl I had met during my senior year of high school…
“I want to help if I can, but… would I really be of any use? Both of them seem to avoid me in a strange way…”
Honestly, I was practically a stranger to them. Hyejung had years of love and bonding with my father, so she treated me like her own son, but from Bom and Gaeul’s perspective, I was nothing more than a random rock that had suddenly rolled into their lives.
“It’s probably just awkwardness. I raised both of them mostly by myself since they were little… They went to all-girls middle and high schools, so they’re not very used to dealing with men…”
“Then wouldn’t my involvement just make things worse?”
“Still… could you try talking to her? I don’t have anyone else to ask. And this is a family matter, after all…”
“Hmm… Alright. I don’t know how much help I’ll be, but I’ll try talking to her.”
She had made me this delicious lunch, lent me a huge amount of money to renovate the cafe, and even let me suck on her beautiful breasts today. The least I could do was make an effort.
I glanced over at where the Lewd Notebook was lying.
My stepsister, heartbroken after breaking up with her boyfriend.
All sorts of lewd ways to cheer her up were already spinning through my head.
