Chapter 4
Translator - Zofu
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I don't want your daughter—I want you! My friend's mother.
Hyun-joon's mother flushed red as she snapped at Si-won.
"Oh my! What kind of thing is that to say in front of a friend!"
"Aw, Mom! It's not like he's some random friend—it's Si-won. It's not like he hasn't seen you a few times before."
"Aigoo, I swear, you're going to be the death of me. Just eat your food. I'll go change my clothes."
Could Hyun-joon's mother really not know that her bra and tits were completely visible through that white Bally t-shirt? Yeah, surely that was the case. Don't go imagining she was trying to seduce anyone—it's just my own stupid fantasy.
"Yo, Si-won, what's up with my mom? Seriously. Hey, don't worry about it and eat up. Wait, what? You didn't even wait for your friend and ate everything already? You shameless bastard."
This fucker Hyun-joon, seriously—he told me to eat first because his stomach hurt, and now he was calling me shameless for eating ahead.
"Yo, more importantly, any progress on your dating life? You didn't come late because you were on KakaoTalk with some girl, did you? I'm your hyung, I know you like the back of my hand."
"Hey, asshole. What if my mom hears you? Lower your voice."
"Why? We're not kids anymore, we're college students now. We can date. What's there to hide?"
"Ah, man. My mom's pretty old-fashioned about that stuff. She only looks young. Mentally, she's a total fuddy-duddy. A fuddy-duddy."
"Yo, still, 'fuddy-duddy' to your own mother? Really?"
"Ah, whatever. Just don't talk about seeing girls in front of my mom. It's a fucking headache. After all they went through to send me to college, if that little shit isn't studying and is already running around chasing girls, the nagging bomb would be insane. Ugh. Just thinking about it is terrifying."
Hyun-joon's mother... nagging?
I couldn't imagine such a haughty, sophisticated woman nagging away and chewing him out like some ordinary ajumma.
"Got it. Dude."
Just then, I heard the voice of the sexy, haughty Hyun-joon's mother.
"What are you two talking about so excitedly?"
"Nothing, Mom."
Hyun-joon quickly changed the subject.
"But, Mom. Remember what you and noona said? That when Si-won went to college, he'd be handsome and popular with girls. But this idiot still doesn't have a girlfriend. I guess you guys were wrong."
Ah, fuck. That bastard Hyun-joon. Hitting me where it hurts.
"Hey, what kind of language is that to use on a friend? Idiot. But really, Si-won, you don't have a girlfriend yet? That's strange. Our Si-won seems like exactly what girls would like—handsome face, good body......."
"How do you know Si-won has a good body, Mom? You talk like you've seen it firsthand."
"Oh my. That thing—you don't have to see it directly. And hey! Since we're on the subject. What kind of body do you have? What man has no muscles like a little girl. Keep that up and you'll end up like your dad with a potbelly sticking out like ET. Aigoo, disgusting to look at. Go to the gym with Si-won or something. Mom will pay for it."
"Ah, forget it. You don't know because you're clueless, but I'm super popular at school. These days, girls prefer soft, delicate, cute-looking guys like me over guys with good bodies like Si-won. You really don't know anything."
"Popular? You? Aigoo, I guess all the girls these days are blind. Si-won is way—like a hundred times better than you. His face is refreshingly handsome, broad shoulders..."
"Mom! Do you have to tear down your own kid to feel satisfied? Ah, fuck it. I'm done eating. I'm going in. You can have your cozy little chat with handsome Si-won~ Ah, so annoying."
Hyun-joon really was sulking—he slammed down his spoon and stormed into his room.
"Hey! Aigoo, that awful temper. Si-won, don't worry about it. That kid's always been the youngest, so he sulks easily. This ajumma will cut you some fruit. Eat up and go hang out in his room."
"Yes, ma'am."
Hyun-joon's mother took some apples from the fridge, stood at the sink, and started slicing them with a kitchen knife. I felt a bit awkward being alone with her, so I turned on the TV with the remote.
Click!
As it happened, a popular girl group was performing on TV.
Ah, they're pretty.
Definitely—girl idols around my age looked fresh and pretty.
But, as pretty as they are...
Gulp........!
I was looking at the voluptuous backside of Hyun-joon's mother as she diligently cut fruit with the kitchen knife.
Her firm, full ass stuck out prominently.
I let my imagination run wild.
I walk right up to Hyun-joon's mother and grab her big, firm tits with both hands. Startled, she'll turn around. I'll cover her seductive face with one hand so she can't scream, and pull up her skirt with the other. She'll flail in my arms like a little bird.
But I'm a merciless rapist, so I'll overpower her by force.
Then I'll pull her black panties aside and slam my huge, erect cock into her soaking wet pussy.
"Hah-ung."
She'll gasp in surprise at the sudden intrusion of my massive cock.
And then, slowly rolling my hips, I'll begin to violate her tight pussy...
"Hey! Si-won, what are you thinking so hard about?"
Hyun-joon's mother, who'd been cutting fruit, turned around with a sexy smile.
"Huh? Oh... I was just watching TV. TV. Haha...."
I couldn't exactly say, "Actually, I was imagining fucking you from behind."
"Ah, so our Si-won likes girl group idols too? Yeah, I have to admit they're really pretty. Fresh-faced. I had my own looks when I was their age, sigh. But now compared to them, I'm totally an ajumma. I am."
No, an ajumma?! How can she say such nonsense...
You're sexy and beautiful enough to be a girl group idol right now if you went outside!
If you saw those girls in real life, they're just skin and bones—disgusting.
A real woman should have firm, full tits and ass like you, ma'am!
I wanted to say it, but I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud.
"Um, no. You're more than pretty enough, ma'am. You're beautiful."
After saying it, I was so embarrassed that my face turned red and I hung my head low.
Hyun-joon's mother, finished with the apples, put them on a plate and came over to me.
As she got closer, my little dick sleeping in my underwear kept twitching and rising.
A seductive, cat-like face with tan skin.
Blond hair that looked like some delinquent's.
Jiggling tits and a lifted, firm ass.
Ah, fuck.
She's so fucking sexy.
Even for someone my age who's watched so much porn I'm practically a veteran, honestly, Hyun-joon's mother standing before me right now was sexier and lewder than any Japanese AV actress.
She had a face similar to my favorite AV actress Erika (Moka), but her body was even firmer and more voluptuous than hers.
Ah.... I want to have sex.
I wanted to shove my cock into Hyun-joon's mother's tight, wet pussy right now.
As she set the apple plate in front of me, Hyun-joon's mother perched on the table and looked at me with seductive eyes.
"Really, you think this ajumma is pretty?"
Ah, is she coming onto me?
Ah, I'm going crazy, seriously.
My dick was so hard it wasn't just sticking up in my underwear anymore—it was about to burst through my jeans.
Plus, Hyun-joon's mother was still in her black miniskirt and stockings. When she perched on the table like that, I could slightly see her fucking sexy leopard-print panties through her miniskirt.
Ah, God, please don't test me like this.
My heart was pounding.
Cold sweat was running down.
If Hyun-joon really wasn't in his room, I wanted to throw her down on the table right now, rip off her black t-shirt, and violate her by sucking on her firm tits poking through her black bra...
"Si-won. Why aren't you answering? I'm asking if I'm really pretty?"
Hyun-joon's mother leaned toward my face, her cat-like eyes sparkling.
Thump thump thump!
My heart was racing like a maniac.
Her beautiful lips, red like rubies, and her large, seductive eyes were right in front of my face.
Ah, I want to kiss her.
I want to press my lips against those moist, ruby-red lips and violate her small tongue with my thick, heavy tongue.
She and I were so close our breaths almost touched.
She must be seducing me, right?
"Yes, you're pretty. More than the girl group idols."
"Really?"
I wish her lips would slowly come toward me...but.
To her, I'm probably still just young Hyun-joon's friend.
She smiled smugly, dimples showing, got down from the table, and sat in a chair. Then she gently stroked my head.
"Ah, really. I just can't understand why our Si-won doesn't have a girlfriend yet? You're so good at saying sweet things to women. If Hyun-joon had a younger sister, I would've set her up with you. What a shame. Anyway, thank you, Si-won. Thanks for cheering this ajumma up by saying she's pretty. Seeing you, I should work out even harder."
Hah...
I suddenly felt all my energy drain away.
Hyun-joon's mother.
What I want right now...
Isn't some nonexistent younger sister of Hyun-joon.
It's you, ma'am.
You!
Not your daughter—you.
My friend's mother!