Her Secret Proposal (5)
"The fuck are you doing here?"
Seongdae's brow furrowed. That look almost always meant he was in a foul mood — back at school, a fist or a stream of curses would have followed immediately.
"Oh? Oh! Seongdae, you're home..."
I greeted him in a voice that anyone could tell was flustered.
"Son~ you're back?"
A sweetly playful voice spilled from Seongdae's mom's lips. She hadn't even noticed that one thin strap of her camisole had slipped from her shoulder, laying her collarbone completely bare. Below that pale, exposed stretch of skin, the cleft of her breasts peeked into view.
"The hell is that?"
That?
Was he calling me "that"?
Seongdae was clearly pissed. He asked her in a cold, sour tone.
"Son, that's no way to talk about your friend."
She shot him a sideways glance and spoke in a scolding voice. But it didn't match her refined face or her gentle way of speaking, so it wasn't particularly threatening.
"I'm asking what the fuck is going on here. Right now."
Seongdae's voice climbed a notch.
What an insolent little shit. Talking like that to a mother that beautiful. His rebellious attitude made my blood boil even hotter. I could tolerate him treating me like garbage — but I couldn't stand him being rude to her.
"Ah, Mom just asked Dongho to stay for a meal~"
"Why would you eat with him?"
Seongdae pressed her, clearly not getting the answer he wanted.
"Well....."
She looked slightly flustered. It was time for me to step in for her.
That was when she spoke.
"Ah! A lightbulb suddenly went out, so I asked Dongho to change it."
Huh?
A lightbulb?
She had just lied to Seongdae for my sake. It felt like a secret had formed between just the two of us. She had lied to someone she loved — for me.
"Ah.... you should've just told me. Whatever."
Seongdae said it coldly, shot me a glare, and disappeared into his room. I was left standing there feeling awkwardly out of place.
Ugh. You stupid bastard. I'm already closer and more intimate with your mom than you are. Your mom and I have already worked out half-naked together, touching each other's bodies, sharing secret conversations.
The day I become true friends with your mom — that's the day you're out, asshole. You got that?
I hurled curses at Seongdae in my head. After seeing the way he treated her and that attitude of his, he more than deserved it.
"Aigoo, listen to the way he talks."
"I'm fine. Don't worry about it, ma'am."
"Our sweet Dongho, just try to understand him a little."
She said it with a flush rising in her cheeks. Our sweet Dongho. Did that mean she felt the same way about me?
The front doorbell chimed. A moment later the door opened, and a middle-aged man stepped inside.
"Oh, honey, you're home?"
Color instantly bloomed across Seongdae's mom's face. It was as if she'd forgotten every word of our conversation from just moments ago.
The moment he walked in, he tossed his hat onto the sofa, swept back the few remaining strands of hair on his shiny scalp, and flopped down sprawled across the couch. Then he spotted me and spoke.
"Oh, Dongho, you're here?"
His expression was listless, his voice thick with exhaustion.
"Hello, sir."
I bowed my head in greeting and was about to slip out of the house. Seeing the two people Seongdae's mom loved — and what if they started showing affection right in front of me? I didn't want that kind of ugly scene burned into my memory. Before I even realized it, Seongdae and Seongdae's dad had become enemies in my mind.
"Oh, right. What's going on?"
I recited the same excuses she and Seongdae had just used.
"Oh, Dongho, you did great."
"It's nothing, sir. I just did what I could."
He chuckled and seemed to think for a moment.
"Dongho, you ever had a drink?"
"Alcohol? No, sir."
"Then have a drink with me. You should learn how to drink from adults."
"No..... I'm fine, really....."
"Come now, it's good to learn. Listen to your uncle and come sit over here for a bit."
Drinks? Drinks?! And with the bald guy who had Seongdae's mom all to himself, no less. For someone who'd been enjoying intimate time alone with her, it hit me like a bolt from the blue.
Seongdae's dad taught me drinking etiquette one rule at a time, as if he were my own father. After covering a few basics, he started knocking back drinks and launching into his own stories.
Ah. So he'd just been bored. Teaching me drinking manners had been an excuse — he'd simply needed someone to drink with.
Seongdae's dad ran Seongdae Supermarket in the neighborhood and was quite the social butterfly. People called the meddlesome man "Octopus" — a nickname that mocked both his habit of sticking his tentacles into everyone's business and that shiny, bare scalp of his.
"So.... that Choi guy next door, I'm telling you!"
He barely had a few drinks in him before he already looked flushed and drunk. He must have had a rough day. For a moment I thought of my own father's drunken rambling, back before he passed — but I quickly shook my head. I'd decided to stop dwelling on the past.
Seongdae's mom sat beside us, listening demurely to her husband's stories. Every time she got up to prepare more snacks for the drinks, my eyes went straight to her ass. That high, rounded shape of hers swayed as she moved through the house, hovering right in front of me. If I could just reach out and sink my fingers into it..... I felt the blood flood down into my pants.
"Dongho, drink slowly, okay?"
She smiled softly, looking after me in that gentle voice, and I wanted those lips of hers.
Before I knew it, the man had passed out drunk right there on the sofa. Seongdae's mom tried to get him up, but it wasn't easy. As she propped him from the side, the valley of her breasts was laid bare inside her camisole.
The word milky-white suited her cleavage perfectly — it swelled up in a plump, generous curve. From the round, well-defined contour, it was clear her breasts hadn't sagged at all. They still looked firm and taut.
I helped her support Seongdae's dad, and together we moved him to the bedroom. My heart was already racing — this was the first time I'd ever set foot in her bedroom. A neatly made bed, a wardrobe. Just an ordinary room. But the thought that she spent her hot nights here with that octopus-armed bastard sent a dark, twisted thrill through me.
The moment we laid him on the bed, he started snoring, dead to the world. It was time to say goodbye to her for the night.
"Dongho. Thank you so much for today."
As she said goodbye, one strap of her camisole had slipped down again. The sight of her exposed underarm and collarbone was strangely erotic.
"It's nothing, ma'am. I'll see you tomorrow."
The unexpected invitation slipped from her lips.
"What?"
"I heard it's really cold up where you live. It must be hard staying there all alone."
"No, ma'am, I'm fine."
"It's not that..... I just wouldn't feel right about it. There's a guest room going unused, so just sleep there tonight and go to school with Seongdae tomorrow."
Stay the night? Here?
Her invitation wasn't in any script I'd imagined, and I was a little thrown. Honestly, I wanted nothing more — but I was wary of Seongdae. He'd been holed up in his room ever since I arrived. What the hell was he even doing in there?
Seongdae would definitely hate the idea of me sleeping in his house. But even so — what could I gain by staying the night here?
My eyes caught the white strap of her bra. In an instant, my mind filled with a rush of illicit, thrilling scenarios.
"Then..... maybe I will?"
The guest room she gave me was sparse. A single towel and one blanket on the bed, a desk and a clothes hanger in the room — that was it. But the heating had been running all day, and the air inside was thick and muggy with warmth.
She came into the room to check on my bedding.
"Don't skip the blanket just because it's summer. Make sure you cover up."
I could feel the delicate care in her soft, gentle voice. As she spread out the blanket, her firm ass seemed to sway inside her dolphin pants. No matter how many times I looked, her backside was a work of art.
"Thank you."
"Alright then, stay warm. Sleep well."
She smiled softly and slipped out of the room. That smile of hers shook something in my chest — I had a feeling I wouldn't be falling asleep anytime soon. And I didn't.
Time passed, and a quiet night settled over the house. Everyone else was asleep. I still wasn't. In this unfamiliar room in Seongdae's mom's house, I quietly sat up. I slipped out of bed and crept into the living room.
A white laundry hamper sat in the corner by the bathroom. I was sure it had been here.....
I peered into the hamper like a stray cat, terrified someone might see. The laundry piled inside. My prey for tonight was in there.
The moment my hand touched the clothes, a filthy, dizzying rush of excitement hit me so hard I thought I might piss myself.
I was sure I'd seen her take them off and put them here earlier..
Then something slightly rough caught in my fingers.
Found them.
Seongdae's mom's black silk panties were in my hand. She'd worn these today while working out with me, sweating through them.
I held them up and turned them over. A crusty white stain clung to the front. I took the panties and went straight into the bathroom.
I sat on the toilet and pulled out my cock, already hard as it could get. I wrapped the stained panties around my dick and started stroking.
"Ah....."
A faint moan slipped from my lips. The bathroom filled with the sound of her panties rubbing against my cock.
Shhk-shhk.
Shhk-shhk.
Every time I moved my hand, she and I slowly became one.
Shhk-shhk.
I worked my hand, gripping her panties. Her refined, innocent face floated into my mind. Her white leggings and sports bra, and the voluptuous body hidden between them. Her pale breasts swayed in the gap of her sports bra.
Shhk-shhk.
Now she climbed on top of me. She peeled off the white sports bra and tossed it aside. Her breasts, forced into that tight fabric, bounced free. Her nipples stood stiff and pink.
Shhk-shhk.
Shhk-shhk.
Her firm, full breasts pressed down over me. Thinking of her, I climbed closer to the edge, my hand gripping the panties moving faster.
"Haa....."
A heated moan escaped my mouth. Her ample breasts drew closer to my face.
Shhk-shhk.
I was getting there too fast. My brow furrowed, and heavier breaths spilled from my lips.
That was when it happened.
Knock-knock.
Someone was knocking on the bathroom door. My cock stood fully, painfully erect — still wrapped in her panties, still stained with her juices.