The Stepmother's Drunken Seduction
The water roared down in a heavy rush. Seol-young washed every inch of her body with meticulous care. The moment she had been waiting for was finally here. Minjun was coming to her house. Because she intended to make something happen during their meeting today, she had to finish her preparations without the slightest oversight.
“Haah…”
Hot breaths kept spilling from Seol-young’s lips as she stood in the shower. It wasn’t simply because the water was hot. In her mind, the scene of Minjun gently patting her back while she cried in the car kept replaying over and over.
It wasn’t just now. Ever since meeting Minjun, her head had been filled with nothing but thoughts of him. Especially that warm touch that had stroked her back—she couldn’t forget it. Nothing in the world could fill the emptiness inside her, but Minjun’s warm hands were different.
Her fingers slid downward. Whenever Minjun came to mind, she simply couldn’t hold back. She had already masturbated several times today, yet she couldn’t stop.
“Mmm… haaah—”
Seol-young gently stroked her thoroughly soaked folds. She teased her clit and toyed with her entrance, fingers playing shamelessly. The shower took far longer because of it, but she couldn’t help herself.
After finishing, Seol-young used a long towel to pat away every drop of moisture, then slipped into a robe and smoothed scented toners and lotions over her entire body. She dried the last traces of water from her hair with a blow-dryer and wrapped it in a towel to set the style.
“Yeah. Not bad.”
Seol-young studied her reflection in the mirror—fresh, fluffy, and glowing from the shower—and gave that verdict. She was approaching her late thirties, yet the beautiful woman staring back had not a single wrinkle. She hadn’t relied on dermatology treatments or injections like other rich middle-aged women. This was a work of art achieved through strict diet control, proper exercise, and flawless lifestyle management.
“It looks too lewd… but this should be fine too.”
She practiced the expressions she would wear when she met Minjun, rehearsing them in the mirror. She didn’t really need to go this far. Manipulating people came as naturally to her as breathing. But Minjun was worth the effort. He was so irresistibly attractive that she wanted to pour everything she had into claiming him completely. She would prepare thoroughly and make him hers.
She stared silently into the mirror. A beautiful face, yet her eyes were steeped in thick, poisonous sensuality. Her gaze was so obscene that simply meeting it could stir arousal. Seol-young felt confident. Growing older wasn’t pleasant, but only a woman of her age could radiate such intensely concentrated sex appeal.
It was a period when desires had been piling up anyway. Even Seol-young hadn’t realized it until she met Minjun. The unidentified, unpleasant emotional residue that accumulated no matter what she did. The frustration that crept up from inside her, making her chest ache with tightness. All of it stemmed from never properly relieving her desires.
Only when she masturbated while thinking of Minjun could she free herself from those sticky remnants of frustration.
“Mmm—”
Another sweet sound slipped from Seol-young’s nose. She had thought of Minjun again. It also happened because she always stopped right before climax during every session.
“Ung…”
Even as she played with herself thinking of him, she would always pull her hand away before reaching the peak. She already knew that no amount of masturbation would satisfy this clinging desire. So she chose to stop midway. Thanks to that, her entire body now overflowed with sensuality. Even the smallest movement, even the breath she exhaled, carried the ripe, heavy allure of a woman in her thirties. All of it was for the sole purpose of seducing Minjun.
“Haah…”
Seol-young barely managed to suppress the lust rising inside her. Her pussy itched so badly she thought she would go insane if she didn’t touch it immediately, but Minjun would be arriving at the house soon. The desire to avoid showing him a disheveled appearance was far stronger than the urge to masturbate. After washing and preparing so carefully, she couldn’t ruin it by playing with herself again and dirtying her pussy.
“It’s almost time… I just need to hold on a little longer.”
Seol-young left the bathroom and headed for the walk-in closet in the master bedroom. She shed the robe, changed into the sexy slip she had chosen earlier, and draped a silk gown over it. The outfit was blatantly provocative, but that was fine. Her preparations weren’t finished yet.
She walked from the bedroom to the kitchen, took a wine glass from the rack, and filled it generously with the wine she had set aside. Sitting at the marble table, she swirled the liquid in the glass several times before taking a sip. The strong aroma of grapes filled her mouth. After savoring the scent, she let the liquid slide down her throat little by little. As the bitter-sweet wine went down smoothly, Seol-young’s cheeks gradually flushed with a warm, sweet red.
Ring, ring, ring—.
The phone rang at the perfect moment. Seol-young saw the name “Minjun” on the screen and deliberately ignored the call. The fact that it came exactly at the appointed time suggested he had already arrived outside and was calling from the gate. Instead of answering, she took another sip of wine.
She enjoyed drinking but wasn’t particularly strong with alcohol. It had only been two sips, yet the pleasant buzz already soaked pleasantly into her brain. It was the perfect state—tipsy enough to do anything without hesitation.
Ding-dong—.
Beeeeep—.
The call ended, and soon the doorbell at the gate rang. After checking her appearance one last time in the entryway mirror, Seol-young boldly tugged one side of her silk gown even more daringly open. She slipped on her expensive leather slippers and headed for the door.
“Haah…”
Walking toward the gate, Seol-young felt her heart pounding at the thought of seeing Minjun. She knew it was ridiculous. At her age, she seemed to have fallen as deeply as a teenage girl experiencing first love. She didn’t even understand why she was behaving this way. Becoming infatuated with a man she had barely met simply because he was handsome and had a warm touch. She wasn’t that kind of woman. She definitely wasn’t—yet Minjun was somehow different. Perhaps it was because he belonged to Yeonju, the person she hated most in the world. In any case, one thing was certain: she wanted him, and she was the type of person who obtained whatever she desired by any means necessary. She had lived that way until now, and she intended to do the same this time.
Creak—.
She opened the heavy gate with a little effort. It wasn’t an act. Although she enjoyed exercise, it was mostly yoga or light jogging. Having never lifted anything heavy since childhood, she had no real strength in her arms. Normally the housekeeper would have opened the gate, but she had sent the woman home long ago to ensure undisturbed time with Minjun.
Yet Seol-young knew this delicate, frail image could serve as a charm point that made men want to protect her. So she pretended to struggle just a little more than necessary as she opened the door and greeted Minjun, who stood awkwardly outside.
“…I’m here, Mother.”
Minjun greeted her awkwardly, clearly unsure where to rest his eyes. It was a natural reaction. Seol-young’s outfit—nothing but a sexy slip beneath a loosely draped silk gown—was incredibly sensual. It was so blatantly seductive that anyone would assume she was dressed to entice a man. But she had drunk the wine beforehand precisely so she could wear something this provocative without it seeming calculated. After all, a drunk person wouldn’t bother worrying about their clothing.
With flushed cheeks, Seol-young glanced sideways at him and spoke coldly.
“Come in.”
“Yes, Mother.”
Seol-young turned and walked inside. Minjun closed the door and followed, but no matter how he looked at it, her gait seemed off. She staggered as though she might stumble at any second. Worried she would fall, he stayed close behind, watching carefully. Sure enough, before long her body swayed dramatically.
Thud—.
“Be careful.”
“…”
Minjun’s large, warm hand caught her firmly as she stumbled. This was exactly as Seol-young had calculated. Originally she had planned to snap at him here, playing the role of a mother wounded by the news of her daughter’s cohabitation. But the unexpectedly warm touch of his hand and the sudden wave of his masculine scent left her unable to do anything but keep her mouth shut. If she spoke now, she felt she would start stuttering like that idiot Ha Yeonju.
“Mother. Have you been drinking…”
“Why? Am I not allowed to drink?”
“No, that’s not what I meant…”
“…Let go. I can walk by myself.”
“…Yes, understood.”
At her sharp tone, Minjun gently released her. Seol-young glared at him for a moment with narrowed eyes, then walked ahead once more. Minjun followed closely again, still worried she might fall.
‘Really… what a waste for a stupid bitch like Ha Yeonju.’
Even after she had snapped at him, he still stayed right behind her in case she stumbled. Seol-young could feel his considerate presence. He was a man who knew how to be attentive to women, far beyond merely being handsome and rich. Her desire for him swelled even larger inside her chest.
She led him silently to the kitchen and sat back down in the same spot where she had been sipping wine before his arrival. After a brief hesitation, Minjun took the seat across from her.
“…Would you like a glass of wine?”
“I’m fine, thank you.”
Conscious of his evening plans with Yuna, Minjun tried to refuse. But Seol-young was determined to make him drink. Nothing brought out the sleeping monster of desire quite like alcohol.
“I didn’t realize you were the kind of rude man who would refuse a drink offered by an elder…”
“Ah, it’s not that…”
“Never mind. I’ll drink alone then…”
With those words, she filled her already generous glass to the brim once more. Watching her, Minjun let out a small sigh.
“Haa—. All right. Then I’ll gratefully accept just one glass.”
Seeing him yield to her persistence, Seol-young smiled with seductive triumph.
“You should have done that from the beginning. If you’ve already taken my only daughter, the least you can do is keep her mother company for a drink.”
“…You’re right, Mother.”
Seol-young stood, fetched another glass, and handed it to him. While he held it, she poured the wine. The two clinked glasses without a word and each took a sip.
After savoring the taste and swallowing, Seol-young looked directly at Minjun and spoke.
“…Don’t misunderstand. I don’t usually drink much. You probably understand better than anyone why I’m doing this in the middle of the day… don’t you, Minjun?”
“I… have nothing to say.”
Minjun lowered his head. He had suddenly declared that he would live with Yeonju without permission. Seol-young was reprimanding him for exactly that.
“Haa—”
She let out a deep sigh to draw his attention. As expected, Minjun, who had been staring guiltily at the table, cautiously lifted his gaze.
“I really hate saying this out loud… but I’m so angry right now. And lonely.”
“…”
“As you know, my husband might as well be living overseas, and the only family I have is Yeonju. If you take even her away from me… what am I supposed to do?”
“Other than apologizing, I have nothing to say. Still, Yeonju seems very happy when she’s with me, and she would never do anything bad to you, Mother…”
“Whether she does bad things or not, she’s family. She’s my daughter. Is this concept really that difficult to understand?”
“…”
“You’re shutting your mouth again. I suppose that means you have no intention of changing your mind.”
After staring at him for a long moment, Seol-young lifted her full glass and drank it down in several heavy gulps. Once she had finished, Minjun watched her expression carefully before speaking cautiously.
“Um… Mother. You don’t seem to handle alcohol well. Don’t you think you’re drinking too much…”
“Ha—. Now you’re pretending to worry about me.”
“That’s not what I—”
“Haa~”
No matter what he said, her prickly attitude left him frustrated. In the end, Minjun also downed the wine in his glass in one shot. Seol-young watched him with a deep, sensual smile in her eyes. As the alcohol took hold, she was gradually releasing the thick, sticky lust she had been suppressing. Seeing that seductive smile, Minjun’s mind went completely blank.