Iseor Noona's Naked Apron of Gratitude
The afternoon after the joint-broadcast meeting at the company.
As usual, Kang Iseor was rolling around on the bed in her room, chatting away on the phone with Park Yuna—her newly acquainted coworker and fellow romance-advice buddy.
“Unnie, we said we’d play games during the collab, right? Are you any good at them? No matter how hard I try, I never get better, so I’m really worried.”
Even though they had only known each other for a day, Yuna treated her with the warmth of a lifelong best friend.
Iseor, delighted by the affection, soon found herself speaking to her just as comfortably.
“Hmm… I only play puzzle games like Sichuan from time to time. Still, the PD said my clumsiness at games is the whole point, so it should be fine, right?”
“Oh, that’s true! But if possible, I’d love to look cool by actually being good at them… Anyway, Iseor unnie, you can drop the formal speech with me. I’m the younger one here, and we’re colleagues too!”
“Should I? Then I’ll just call you Yuna from now on.”
“Yup! Hehe~ Having a close unnie is just the best.”
The adorable giggle that came through the speaker brought a smile to Iseor’s lips.
“Oh, right—unnie, what are you going to do about that guy? You need to confess before some other woman snatches him up!”
“I know I should, but I can’t find the courage… It’d be nice if he confessed first.”
“Mmm. Then we’re in the exact same boat, huh? Both of us have to tempt the other person into confessing first.”
“Yeah…”
After Iseor’s bitter reply, Yuna’s voice continued brightly.
“Unnie, I looked it up online. Apparently men have this deep instinct to want to dominate women.”
“Dominate?”
“Yup. So it’s good to satisfy that desire from our side. Show him a perfect-wife side, or—this is a little embarrassing to say out loud—but treat him like a Master during naughty time, stuff like that.”
“Ah…”
“You should try it, unnie!”
“Me?”
“Yes! You have to do whatever it takes to seduce him!”
It was embarrassing, but the information was strangely tempting. Plus, getting support from someone like this didn’t feel bad at all.
“All right. I’ll give it a shot when the chance comes. Thanks, Yuna.”
“No problem, unnie! We promised to cheer each other on, remember? Wait, what time is it? Eek! Sorry, unnie—I have to go get ready for my stream!”
“It’s fine. Go prepare. We can talk again later.”
“Okay, unnie! I’ll call you soon!”
After ending the call, Iseor rose from the bed.
It was almost time for her appointment at Han Jihoon’s house. Even though she had felt gloomy talking about him just moments ago, the thought of seeing him soon brought a fresh smile to her face.
“Mom, I’m heading out. Eat dinner by yourself.”
“Going to Jihoon’s? Perfect. Can you take this over for me?”
“What is it?”
“Jihoon ordered a clothing styler for me as thanks for everything. I felt so grateful I made some side dishes.”
“Really?”
“Yes. So deliver these and tell him thank you from you too. I was genuinely shocked yesterday.”
“Got it. I’ll call if I’m going to be late.”
She took the container of side dishes and headed to her destination.
When she rang the doorbell, the door opened and Han Jihoon greeted her with his usual bright smile.
“You’re here, Noona? What’s that?”
“Mom made side dishes for you.”
“Oh, thank you, thank you.”
While Jihoon put the food in the refrigerator, Iseor hung up her coat and spoke.
“Hey, you bought Mom a styler?”
“Huh? Ah, yeah. She’s taken care of me all this time, and she doesn’t even charge rent. It was just my way of saying thanks.”
“If you’re giving a gift, you could have bought fruit like last time instead of something that expensive. It was way over a million won, wasn’t it?”
“It’s fine. I bought it with the YouTube money I’ve saved up little by little, so it wasn’t a burden.”
Knowing Jihoon wasn’t exactly well-off, Iseor felt oddly guilty even though the gift hadn’t been for her.
“Is there anything you want? I’ll buy it for you.”
“Huh? Nah, it’s okay. Why would you do that, Noona?”
“Just tell me. It doesn’t matter if it’s expensive.”
“Really, it’s fine. Nothing comes to mind.”
He had every right to be greedy, yet he was so genuinely good-natured. Still, she wanted to repay him somehow for looking after her precious mother without hesitation.
“Then if you have a wish, tell me. I’ll grant it.”
“A wish? Hmm. If it’s a wish, something naughty would be nice, right?”
“…Naughty how?”
“Well. Honestly, if it’s naughty, I like anything.”
Seeing him dodge a direct answer, it seemed he really was reluctant to receive any return favor.
At that moment, the story Yuna had told her before she came over flashed through Iseor’s mind.
A sudden idea struck her. If Yuna was right, this might let her repay the gift her mother had received and earn even more of Jihoon’s affection.
Swallowing her embarrassment, she gathered her courage and spoke.
“…Then.”
“Yeah?”
“Will you… be my Master for the rest of today…?”
Yesterday I had told Auntie about the gift and come home feeling good, but now that I think about it, I completely forgot to ask her to keep it a secret from Iseor Noona.
Why keep it secret?
Because with Noona’s personality, she would definitely try to repay it somehow.
Exactly like right now.
“…Then.”
“Yeah?”
“Will you… be my Master for the rest of today…?”
I never imagined those words would come out of her mouth.
“Master?”
“You as my Master and me as… something like a maid…”
She was offering to be my personal maid for a day as thanks for the gift I gave her mother.
I originally planned to refuse any return gift because it would be awkward, but this was a surprisingly tempting proposal.
“For real? You’re seriously going to be my maid for the whole day?”
“Yes…”
She nodded, face flushed bright red.
I wasn’t sure why she was the one suggesting it first. Maybe it really was to repay the gift to her mother and also to try the kind of play I’d been fantasizing about.
Either way, it wasn’t a bad deal for me, so I gladly accepted.
“All right. Then from now on, you’re my maid, Noona.”
“Ah, understood.”
“Ahem. Who speaks casually to their Master?”
“…Understood, Master.”
Oh, this was better than I expected.
The way she spoke politely while clearly embarrassed was both cute and strangely arousing.
I decided to enjoy this opportunity to the fullest.
“Right. Wait here a second.”
Something occurred to me, so I left her in the living room and went to the kitchen. I took an item from the drawer and returned, holding it out to her.
“An apron…? You want me to wear this?”
It was a free gift that came with the new frying pan I’d bought. I never used aprons and the feminine design had made me shove it into the drawer.
“You’re telling me—no, you’re ordering your maid to wear it?”
“Obviously. You’re a maid.”
“…Yes, Master.”
She obediently unfolded the apron. The moment she tried to slip her head through the top opening, I quickly grabbed her shoulder to stop her.
“Why…? Master?”
“That’s not how you wear an apron.”
…
Iseor Noona stood before me, unable to stay still. She kept fidgeting, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
I, on the other hand, was staring at her with deep satisfaction—at the obscene sight of her completely naked body wearing nothing but a single apron.
“How on earth do you come up with such perverted ideas…?”
She muttered to herself, face burning crimson. She probably meant it as a complaint, but to my ears it sounded like the highest praise.
“Kang Iseor.”
“Kang Iseor?!”
“What? Is there a problem with me calling my own maid whatever I want?”
“Ah… no, Master.”
“Good. Then for the rest of today, you will listen to everything I say.”
“Yes…”
It was adorable how she held back the usual growl in her voice. Anyone watching might think I was forcing her, but this situation had been her idea first. Therefore I had every right to savor it.
So what should I make her do?
Jumping straight into something lewd would be fun, but I also wanted to see her perform actual maid duties.
“It’s about time to clean the kitchen. Wipe down the sink and stove for me. Here’s the cleaner.”
“Understood, Master.”
She took the pop-up cleaner and headed to the kitchen without complaint. Pulling out a sheet, she began silently wiping the sink.
“Oh…”
An involuntary sigh of admiration escaped me.
The power of the naked apron had turned an utterly ordinary cleaning scene into something straight out of a porno.
Of course, it wasn’t just the fact that she was naked beneath the apron. It was her flawless, spotless back, the overwhelming presence of her side-boob even from behind, and those plump buttocks that looked soft enough to swallow a couple of fingers whole. Every inch of her body was igniting raw male instinct.
I moved closer and peered down at her.
Maybe because of the gift I’d given her mother, she was diligently scrubbing the sink. Every movement made her side breasts jiggle. When she leaned forward to reach farther, the gap in the apron revealed her pink nipples.
“…Ah.”
She had been so focused on cleaning that she unconsciously turned her head—only to meet my eyes. The mixture of embarrassment and shame in her gaze made her quickly look away and return to her task. I couldn’t just keep watching anymore.
From behind, I slid both hands through the apron’s opening.
“Hik! Y-you startled me…”
“Is there a problem with me touching my maid however I please?”
“N-no… Hngh.”
My fingers sank into her soft, water-balloon breasts. When I teased her nipples with my fingertips, they stiffened until they poked against the fabric.
“Ugh, hng… Haa…”
“Your hands stopped.”
“Because you’re touching my breasts, hng…”
“It’s because a mere maid has such a vulgar, slutty body.”
“Master told me to wear it… hiiing.”
Instead of complaining loudly like usual, she murmured quietly, staying in character. I wasn’t sure whether she had fallen into the role or was simply grateful I had taken care of her mother. Either way, her immersion made the moment even more enjoyable for me.
“I never told you to have such a lewd, bitch-in-heat body.”
“Unghaat!”
When I pinched both nipples hard, she rose onto her tiptoes as a sweet cry burst from her lips.
“Keep cleaning.”
“Y-yes, Master…”
I brushed her long black hair to one side and buried my face against the pure-white nape of her neck. Inhaling her refreshing scent, I kept my left hand on her breast while my right slipped under the apron to her already soaked pussy.
“Hng… Ngh!”
Every time I breathed in her fragrance, squeezed her breast, or tormented her swollen clit, Iseor Noona twitched and trembled. Yet she continued trying to wipe the sink with slow, clumsy strokes.
But the moment my finger pushed between her plump folds, her arm finally stopped moving entirely.
“Haahng!”
“You know you’re not allowed to cum while working, right? If you do, I’ll punish you.”
“But your finger—hiiing…!”
Her pussy, thoroughly trained by me, was dripping wet enough to make wet, squelching sounds. She twisted her body in weak resistance, but I ignored it and continued stroking her inner walls.
Here it is.
The slightly rougher, firmer spot. I pressed firmly against her G-spot.
“Hiiik! W-wait, right there—haaaa!”
Iseor Noona dropped the cleaner and grabbed my arm. She seemed to want to stop me, but the stimulation left her too weak to apply any real strength.
“Are you resisting your Master right now?”
“It’s not that… Heung, if you keep rubbing there I’ll—hng, ngh!”
I relentlessly tormented her whimpering body. Her trembling grew more frequent, her moans deeper. Sensing the timing was perfect, I tugged hard on her nipple at the same moment I thrust against her G-spot.
“Hiiiiing!”
She rose onto her tiptoes again as another orgasm crashed through her. Her twitching ass pressed back against my crotch, practically begging to be fucked.
No matter how you looked at it, this body was gifted at pleasing men. It was a Master’s duty to let his servant display her talents fully.
I yanked my pants down and pressed my aching cock—finally freed from its confinement—against her soft ass.
“M-Master?”
“I told you I’d punish you if you came, didn’t I?”
While his daughter tried her best to win the favor of her childhood friend, the mother—Kang Min-ah—sat on the living-room sofa, lost in thought.
…
In her mind, the exact scene from yesterday in this very spot kept replaying.
The way Jihoon had pulled his lower body back in discomfort when she hugged him out of pride for the son of her late best friend.
Only then did she realize how big a mistake her action had been.
I really am an idiot. Jihoon is a grown man now. How could I hug him like that?
Thinking about the shame he must have felt made her heart ache with guilt. She had tried to soothe him by acting like nothing was wrong, but that couldn’t erase what she had done.
But that boy…
Although she had pretended to be calm, Kang Min-ah had been just as flustered. She couldn’t help but notice the enormous bulge beneath his pants, proudly asserting its presence. Having lived as a single mother focused solely on work and childcare, she wasn’t used to men at all. Seeing it had shaken her.
…What on earth am I thinking?
To be remembering that part of a boy she had watched grow up like a son was ridiculous. She shook her head vigorously, trying to clear her mind.
This is disrespectful to him and to Hye-seon unnie. I’ll be more careful from now on.
Even after making that firm resolution, her cheeks stayed flushed for a long time.