Chapter 27
Chapter 27
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: Single Mom Yoon Chaewon
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Single Mom Yoon Chaewon.
Rustle. I opened my eyes.
It wasn't a blaring alarm that woke me, but the lively bustle filling my cramped one-room apartment and the mouthwatering aroma wafting through the air.
Through my bleary vision, I could make out Chaewon's back as she busied herself in the tiny kitchen.
Ever since Chaewon joined our team, my shithole bachelor pad had transformed in the most astonishing way.
The piles of trash and laundry in the corners were gone, and there was even space to step on the floor now.
It actually looked like a place where a person lived.
I got out of bed, scratched my head vigorously, and shuffled over to Chaewon with sleep still weighing down my steps.
Then, naturally, I wrapped my arms around her waist and kneaded the plump curve of her ass peeking out over her comfy sweatpants.
At my touch, Chaewon turned around from her cooking.
A pleased smile lit up her face.
"You're up? Food's almost ready, just hang on a bit."
"Yeah... sure..."
I mumbled in a drowsy voice. Chaewon looked at me playfully and teased.
"What? Already in the mood?"
"Nah, let's eat first."
I shrugged and waited for the breakfast she was preparing.
Glancing at her, since she seemed to have come earlier than usual, I casually asked.
"You got here early? You left Haneul with Yura?"
"Yeah."
Her short reply made me unwittingly picture what Yura's face might look like right now.
The prickly, sharp-tongued Han Yura being nice to a kid? No matter how I tried, I couldn't imagine it.
'Yeah, she's probably just tossed her some toy and said whatever.'
"Go play by yourself."
Imagining Yura's curt voice, I couldn't help but chuckle.
Then I sat down at the table first and waited for her.
A moment later, Chaewon—looking like she'd possessed the soul of a perfect housewife—brought out the table fully set with bubbling kimchi stew and freshly made savory seasoned veggies.
It was a flawless breakfast.
I silently picked up my spoon and took a bite of the kimchi stew.
The taste was so good, a sigh escaped me.
Suddenly, I noticed Chaewon sitting across from me, gazing at me with a soft smile.
Her sleeve was rolled up to scoop the stew, revealing a flashy, intimidating irezumi tattoo underneath.
A warm home-cooked meal, the face of an ordinary mom who'd just dropped her kid off at daycare, and that tattoo covering it all.
The bizarre mismatch made a thought slip out of my mouth unfiltered.
"Y'know, looking at you... you kinda have this crazy 'womanly charm' that doesn't suit you at all."
At my out-of-nowhere comment, Chaewon tilted her head.
"Womanly charm? What's that?"
"Like, super feminine."
At my explanation, she went "Ahh" and shot back playfully.
"Me? Yeah, I guess I do have that whole good-wife vibe."
"Bullshit, with all those tattoos?"
I laughed and teased her, but the smile vanished from Chaewon's face in an instant. She glanced down at the ink on her arm and said quietly.
"Hey, this was just... to survive, y'know?"
"What're you talking about?"
She looked at me, speaking as calmly as if it were someone else's story.
"The line of work I was in. You get beat up out of nowhere, and if you're unlucky, it's a gang beating. Looking tough helps keep that shit away."
'Damn... how does she say something so heavy so casually...'
Her words hit me like a punch, leaving me breathless for a second.
Desperate to smooth over the awkward vibe, I blurted out something stupid without thinking.
"Tch... yeah, who jumps into that kinda gig? Why not just get a part-time job?"
In that instant, Chaewon's eyes turned ice-cold.
She snapped at me sharp and fast, like she was schooling a clueless kid.
"What, the kid raises himself? Who watches him while I'm working? Daycares run 24/7 or what?"
She sighed and continued.
"Part-time barely covers food and rent, and if the kid gets sick? No insurance means hospital bills that fuck you over."
Before the harsh weight of her reality, I had nothing to say.
I just realized how dumb and thoughtless my words had been.
I bowed my head and apologized sincerely.
"Yeah... sorry for the bullshit. It just came out."
At my apology, Chaewon shook her head.
Like she didn't want to dwell on it anymore, she reminded me of our core goal.
"Whatever. Just make us a shit-ton of money."
Her eyes burned with a fierce, desperate intensity like never before.
"I refuse to let Haneul live like I did. I'd die first."
'Fuck, no pressure or anything, you bitch...'
I felt the full burden of her life shifting onto my shoulders as I muttered a curse under my breath.
Then Chaewon called out to me.
"Hey, Cheolsu."
"Yeah?"
She hesitated for a split second, then spoke in a soft, genuine voice totally unlike before.
"......Thanks. Because of you, I've finally got some... hope these days."
Her sudden heartfelt confession made my heart sink with a thud.
Not knowing how to handle emotions like that, I yelled to hide my fluster.
"Ah, fuck...! Don't say shit like that, it's too much pressure!"
At my outburst, Chaewon giggled brightly and purely.
Her laughter seemed to dispel the heavy darkness pressing down on the room like a lie.
It was a delicious breakfast.
While Chaewon diligently did the dishes, I flopped onto the bed, belly full and content.
Click. Once she finished, Chaewon came over familiarly and started stripping off her clothes one by one.
Time for morning 'work'.
As her naked body came into view, my eyes instinctively locked on one spot.
Her pubic hair had grown out a bit more since we first met.
Without thinking, I voiced the thought.
"Isn't it time for a wax?"
Surprised, Chaewon asked.
"Huh? Why? You prefer it bare?"
She climbed onto the bed smoothly as she replied lightly.
Starting from my toes, she planted soft kisses, working her way up my body slowly.
Thighs, hips, my bulging lower belly and chest, and finally, she nibbled gently on my earlobe with her lips.
Her hand stroked my cock softly up and down as she whispered in my ear.
"So, want me to wax it?"
"Nah."
I stroked her hair and said.
"Yura's not here... better if you've got some."
Getting my meaning, Chaewon lightly bit my shoulder and cursed.
"You asshole."
That curse from her felt better than any sweet talk.
Sex with Yura was usually just 'pound, cum, done.' But Chaewon was different.
She kept up the pleasant caresses I'd never gotten from Yura even once.
As she kissed me, her free fingers teased my nipples lightly.
She licked my fat chest softly with her tongue while her other hand fondled my balls.
Her thoughtful service didn't stop there.
Chaewon slid down slowly, took my cock in her mouth, and licked it oh-so-pleasurably with her tongue.
Once she figured prep was done, she climbed on top of me.
She grabbed my cock, lowered her hips to slide it in gently, then swirled her waist seductively.
"Ah... huh... so good... eek... haa..."
Her lewd moans sounded like she couldn't get enough of my cock, even starting to whimper.
But I knew better.
There was acting mixed in with those moans.
Just 'performance' to turn me on. Normally I'd love it, but today it grated on me.
I grabbed Chaewon's shoulders as she ground on top and flipped her onto the bed.
Now I took over, thrusting my hips.
"Eek... haa... baby... too rough... gentle... yeah? Gentle... eek... hot...!"
The shift made her acting change too.
Pro that she was at melting men, her new sexy sounds drilled into my ears nonstop.
But I wasn't playing along anymore.
I gripped one of her big tits hard and seized her chin with the other hand for a rough kiss.
Then I licked her neck hungrily while pounding deeper and harder.
"Huh... b-baby... ahng...!"
Her perfect act kept going.
But I was hunting for the real thing beyond the fake moans.
Then, at some point.
My cock slammed deep into one spot inside her pussy with a thud.
Right then.
A raw, unpolished sound burst from her lips, nothing like her skilled moans before.
"Ah... hng...!"
It was real. Something she tried to hold back but couldn't.
Not acting—a genuine cry ripped from her body by my thrust.
I relentlessly targeted that exact spot that had drawn out her true scream, pounding like mad.
Finally, Yoon Chaewon—the pro who'd always had me dancing in her palm—started to crumble.
From her mouth came real moans of a bitch in heat who couldn't hold back the pleasure anymore, not calculated performance.
"Eek... hot... f-fuck... Cheolsu...!"
She called my name for the first time.
"Eek... there... so good... eek... huh...!"
Under my obsessive assault, her back arched like a bow.
With a raw, female face I'd never seen before, she barely asked me.
"What... eek... why... suddenly... so... good... eek...!"
Grinning like a victor in her ear, I whispered low.
"Feels good?"
That question snapped the last thread of her reason, like a spell.
"Huh... yes...! I'm... really... gonna... cum...!"
Her words were the signal to snap mine.
I stopped thinking altogether, gave in to pure instinct, and poured everything into her deepest spot.
"Hng...!"
As I came, her soft pussy—roomier than Yura's—clenched hard.
Squeezing like it wanted every last drop. That blissful sensation made me moan in satisfaction too.
"Haa, haa..."
I panted roughly on top of her.
Normal Yura would've bolted to the bathroom to flush out the cum right after.
But Chaewon was different.
She gently stroked my sweaty back and ass, like praising a job well done.
Tender affection Yura would never give.
I savored the afterglow pleasantly, then slowly pulled out of her.
Between her languidly spread legs, white cum leaked out in an obscenely erotic sight.
Chaewon lay sprawled on the bed, lighting a cigarette.
Flick. With the lighter's flame, she inhaled deeply.
Then she placed it between my lips.
I took it silently.
Looking at me, she said quietly, a bit shyly.
"......Haven't cum like that... in forever."
No more acting.
Her truth.
To her confession, I said nothing, just exhaled a long plume of smoke.
Chaewon smiled faintly at me.
Then she leaned down and cleaned my cock with her mouth one last time, licking away our traces.
Once the service was done, she quietly got up and headed to the bathroom to wash.
Left alone, I smoked the cigarette she'd given me, replaying her words over and over.
'Damn, so this is what a real succubus is like...'
Satisfy every male urge, prime him to peak condition, then whisper her goals.
Her professionalism inspired awe beyond admiration.
I shook my head and got up.
From behind the small bathroom door came the sound of Chaewon showering, a pleasant background tune.
I sat at my desk, listening.
With perfect physical and mental fulfillment, my first Post-Nut Clarity of the day began.
Time to make money again.