Find the Stolen Son (3)
For me, it had been an evening out of a dream. Again and again the sex with her replayed behind my eyes — those lavish breasts, that porcelain skin, the sleek stretch of her legs, the ripe bounce of her ass.
Ah...
Even her scent had been devastating.
I could still summon that strange, intoxicating fragrance that clung to every inch of her. The slender column of her throat. The slick hollow of her underarm, giving off a smell so filthy-sweet it short-circuited my brain.
And after we'd gone at it again and again, the smell of her sweat was a masterpiece. I could have buried my face in her body three hundred and sixty-five days a year and never come up for air.
The scent I loved most, though, was the one that rose from between her legs — that thick, indecent perfume of her pussy.
Haa...
Just thinking about it sent the blood rushing south. I could see it perfectly: the modest thatch of dark hair, and past it the pink flesh still glistening and wet. I had driven my cock into that softness without mercy, and then, with my dick surging and jerking, I had pumped her cunt full of cum.
Ah... what a rapturous night it had been. That dreamlike night with Seongdae's mom was already slipping into the past.
But it hadn't been a sweet one-night stand.
Whatever this was between us, it was only just beginning.
"Would it be all right if I came by your place?"
I didn't want to let the moment close without some kind of promise. She and I were already so much closer than we'd been before, a real intimacy taking root between us. One night together wasn't going to be enough — not if I wanted to become something more than a secret. Not if I wanted to become her friend in earnest.
"Coming to my place might be a bit much, don't you think...?"
Just as I'd expected. Slipping into her house and spending the day with her... for her, that would be a serious risk. The look on her face said she was genuinely stuck.
"I'll come up to yours, then..."
"Really?"
The answer that came out of her mouth was the last thing I'd seen coming. Her, coming up to my place? I hadn't even let myself imagine it.
A flush spread across her cheeks, shy and lovely. I palmed one of those lush, milk-white breasts, and a heated little moan slipped from her lips.
"You mean it?"
"Mm..."
"Thank you..."
In that moment she looked truly, unbearably beautiful. She wasn't my friend's mother anymore. She wasn't just some neighborhood housewife. She was my woman now. I was going to love her and take care of her until the day I died.
I jerked off more than once just picturing another day like that with her. My cock was still raw from being buried in that pink pussy, and I didn't care. One thought of her curved body and those filthy little moans and the blood went straight to my dick all over again.
Seongdae wasn't the only thing tying us together anymore. There was the physical thing now too — my hard cock, a second thread running from me to her.
"What do we do about Seongdae?"
I could still see her face, those wide eyes fixed on me. Her son was still the thing that occupied her. Seongdae, who'd been sleeping with strange older women he didn't even know — and Suyeon, the one managing the whole operation. I'd thought the two of them were just a normal couple. Finding out they were business partners had been a shock all by itself.
I had to get to the bottom of Seongdae's shocking little side hustle. Just as she'd asked, I needed to sit down with Suyeon — the girl running him — and find out what the hell was actually going on.
What kind of leverage did she have on him, that a guy like Seongdae couldn't move an inch without her say-so? I wanted to know who Heo Suyeon really was.
"Nngh...!"
I had to get her that meeting with Suyeon. I just had no idea how. A former idol and the school's reigning queen bee — she and I didn't have a single thing in common. Suyeon didn't even treat me like I existed.
If I wanted to keep this thing with Seongdae's mom going, making contact with Suyeon wasn't optional. The answer refused to come, and my head ached from chasing it.
A KakaoTalk notification chimed.
Who the hell is texting at this hour?
It was nearly midnight. For someone with no friends, a message this late was almost unheard of.
Was it her?
It could be. She might come up tonight. She'd been so drunk on the sex that she might still be thinking about me, even at home. I'd cracked something open in her — a locked-up hunger that was mine now.
My pulse kicked as I opened the chat.
But...
A woman's name and face filled the profile window. A stranger, except she wasn't. I knew exactly who she was. I'd just never in a million years expected a message from her.
Heo Suyeon?
Heo Suyeon — icy, untouchable Heo Suyeon — had just KakaoTalked me? Was I still dreaming? The whole thing was absurd.
How did she even have my number? Ah—
The moment came back in a rush: the moment she'd caught me with a full erection. I'd been worked up thinking about Seongdae's mom, and Suyeon had gotten an eyeful. My cock had been so hard, straining against the outline of my pants, that there was no hiding it. I could still see the dirty little smile she'd worn, looking at it.
"You've got a big dick."
"I like it."
"You pass."
That was the first time she'd ever spoken to me. And of all the reasons in the world, it had been because of my hard-on. She'd left me with those cryptic lines and walked off, and I'd stood there burning with embarrassment.
I shook my head, trying to throw off the memory. Her message was a single word. Hey.
Carefully, I tapped through to Suyeon's KakaoTalk profile. The photo was from her idol days — the life she'd left behind. Full makeup, a tiny skirt, her waist bared to the camera. Anyone looking at it would have known they were staring at a celebrity. Her legs, stretched long in heels, were smooth as a model's.
Plenty of men had probably swallowed hard looking at those legs. My eyes snagged on the narrow cut of her hips and, in contrast, the generous swell of her ass.
Ah... I shouldn't. She's mine...
I felt the blood start to pool in my cock. I wasn't innocent here — I'd gotten myself off to Suyeon in my head more than once. And every time, the Suyeon in my imagination had been begging me to put it in. Just once.
"Haahng..."
I pictured that haughty face of hers letting out a sound like that. Was sex with her something that could never, ever happen...?
I swiped through the rest of her profile photos. Shot after shot of her on a glittering stage, hitting pose after pose. She'd quit the idol life and come back to school, but she still seemed to be clinging to those days — like she was keeping the memory of all that glitter perfectly intact.
I was still sitting there, turning over whether to answer her, when another notification chimed.
The unread mark vanished in a blink. She'd sent a message out of nowhere and then couldn't wait a single second for a reply. That was Heo Suyeon all over.
I kept the reply as casual as I could manage. A KakaoTalk conversation with the most beautiful girl in school. There was nothing I could do about the way my heart was hammering.
The unread mark on her end disappeared instantly.
What the... oh my god.
In the dead of night, the most beautiful girl in school — the former idol, the one everyone called the ice-cold princess — had just summoned me. Dream or waking life, I couldn't tell. Any conversation with her was enough to get me going.
But... why was she calling me?
I forced myself to think. She wasn't asking me out. She was Seongdae's girl. More to the point, up until today she hadn't so much as glanced in my direction.
Was this about Seongdae?
The whole ugly business with him came flooding back. Suyeon had been mixed up in it — that much was certain. Maybe she'd put him up to it. Maybe he'd done it on his own. I had no way of knowing.
Right... if she was coming to me, it had to be because of Seongdae. Except I didn't know a damn thing about him. He ignored me every single day. He didn't even think of me as a friend.
And then her voice came back to me — the woman I loved. That coaxing little nasal tone of Seongdae's mom, asking me to get her in a room with Suyeon. I'd been ready to find some way, any way, to get close to Suyeon just to give her that.
And now Suyeon was walking right up to my door? I had to meet her. Whatever it took.
The playground out front... I just hoped her delinquent friends weren't going to be waiting there for me. A useless little spike of anxiety went through me. I was doing this for Seongdae's mom, but that didn't mean I wanted to get my face caved in. Not that I had a choice.
I threw on some clothes and headed out, taking my time. The lights in Seongdae's place looked like they were off. Everyone down there was probably already asleep.
Ma'am, are you watching? I'm working this hard because of you. Please, just know that.
I spotted her in the distance.
"Hah..."
What she was wearing was not nothing. Heavy makeup. Tiny hot pants. Nothing on top but a thin white tank. It was a hot summer night, sure — but that outfit was short in a way that had nothing to do with the weather. She looked like she'd just stepped out of a bar.
"Hey...."
God, I sounded like a loser. The awkward little wave, the look on my face — all of it screamed loser. Maybe that was just locked into my DNA.
"Pfft. Spare me the hello."
She kept that same haughty expression, of course.
"What's this about...?"
I asked it carefully, like I was trying not to set her off.
"What?!"
For the first time, something like an actual expression crossed her face. Heo Suyeon was smiling — a dirty, knowing little smile.