The Girlfriend's Mother Heats Up
"Mother, please be careful. Let me support you — this way…"
Yeonwoo slowly guided her toward the family waiting room set aside in the back of the condolence hall.
He steadied her waist and lowered her onto the sofa in the chief mourner's waiting area.
Emotion Level:-36[Manual]
Name:Min-yeong
Age:43
Occupation:???
Issue:???
Yeonwoo sat down beside her.
She slumped against his shoulder, her strength entirely gone.
"Are you alright?"
She nodded weakly.
"Y-yeah… I'm fine. Thank you. For helping so much."
"Please, don't say that. It's only natural. And you can speak casually with me."
"Is… is that okay? Anyway… thank you."
"Rest a bit. I'll stay right here with you."
"Y-yeah… then… just for a moment…"
"Of course… You look exhausted. Please rest. Even closing your eyes for a little while would help…"
She said nothing more, simply resting her face against his shoulder.
His shoulder became a pillow for her head.
Her soft hair brushed against the nape of his neck, and their body heat passed between them.
For a long while, the two of them remained pressed together in silence.
With a sigh of relief, Yeonwoo turned his head slightly to look at the woman resting her face against his shoulder, her eyes closed.
Her face was impossibly youthful for her age, and now the pallor was gradually giving way to a faint flush.
Her bare face, free of makeup, accentuated her purity and nobility.
The redness lingering at the corners of her eyes and the tip of her nose from crying added a pitiful, tender quality to her appearance.
She resembled Hye-na, yet possessed a different kind of charm.
There was a mature beauty in this woman's face that Hye-na lacked — something that seemed to bloom against the flow of time.
'When she was young… she might have been even more dazzling than Hye-na.'
Then, Yeonwoo noticed a subtle change.
Her breathing was shifting.
Hotter, heavier breaths now touched his neck.
And her lips trembled slightly, parting.
A question began to form in Yeonwoo's mind.
The target value he had set — 20 — was absolutely not a number that should trigger this kind of physical arousal.
That figure represented only a slight elevation from her usual calm state.
But the signals her body was sending told an entirely different story.
'This is strange. Is the reading wrong? It's as if… her body is suddenly heating up.'
As Hye-na's mother appeared to grow increasingly aroused, Yeonwoo found himself swallowing hard without realizing it.
The moment the number hit the target, Hye-na's mother's body trembled.
Her hand had come to rest on her crotch.
She wanted to touch her own pussy, but was desperately holding back because Yeonwoo was right beside her.
This was… a familiar sight.
It resembled the physical signs seen in women whose emotion levels exceeded 70 or 80 — those who could barely contain their sexual arousal.
'Something… is wrong.'
Yeonwoo thought this as he watched her chest rise and fall heavily.
He tried to make sense of the phenomenon in his head.
'The initial reading was -53. The system adjusts the overall magnitude of emotion. It doesn't fine-tune the specific content of the emotion.'
His hypothesis began to take shape.
'So right now… her specific emotion of "grief" might still remain at a magnitude of -53… If the system had to forcibly elevate other emotions to reach the target of 20 from that state… especially… sexual arousal, or pleasure…'
Yeonwoo grew more certain of his theory.
'If I'm right… and what this woman is showing right now is clearly… the appearance of someone at 80 or above.'
Her body language, her breathing, the reactions of her skin — all supported that hypothesis.
Yeonwoo sensed he was facing a new complexity and danger in the system.
'No… this is… dangerous. I need to… lower the number right now.'
But…
The sight of Hye-na's mother before him shook his reason.
Dressed in black mourning clothes, twisting and writhing as if overwhelmed by unbearable pleasure — her appearance was intensely stimulating and seductive.
She was probably keeping her eyes closed, trying as hard as she could to hold back the waves of pleasure crashing over her.
At her own husband's funeral, with her daughter's boyfriend right beside her —
In a situation like this, she must feel bewildered, terrified, and even disgusted with herself for being consumed by such primal, intense arousal and desire.
But Yeonwoo knew.
This state, adjusted by the system, existed in a realm beyond human will, logic, or moral judgment.
No matter how much she resisted or struggled, her nervous system and hormones had already accepted a different command.
Yeonwoo's own breathing began to quicken.
Hye-na's mother.
My girlfriend's mother.
The desire he felt for that woman.
This forbidden situation, this line that should never be crossed — the situation itself was driving him toward unbearable arousal.
His gaze fixed on her dry lips.
Before he could think, his body moved first.
He leaned forward quietly, moving toward her face.
The moment his lips touched hers — warm and slightly moist — her body shuddered.
She opened her eyes in a panic.
"What is… hhh… don't do this!!! Hhh…"
A flash of shock and terror.
But it vanished in an instant.
Her body, already heated, accepted his regardless of her reason.
She didn't push him away.
Rather, her lips opened.
Hot breath seeped between their lips.
"Wait… Yeonwoo. Don't do this… this… can't be right."
But from the moment she couldn't refuse the kiss, everything began to crumble.
Her mouth was filled with Yeonwoo's tongue, and her lips were sealed by his, leaving her unable to speak any words of refusal.
Yeonwoo's hand caressed her face.
He traced down along the line of her neck.
The collar of her black mourning clothes was neatly fastened, but soon his hand disheveled it.
Yeonwoo's hand slipped beneath the mourning clothes and gently touched her breasts.
By now, Yeonwoo's skill at touching a woman's body had reached a high level.
Through the teachings of the professional masseuse "Strawberry" and by immediately confirming women's reactions through numerical readings, he had internalized the skill to a considerable degree.
His hand went behind her back and unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts.
Yeonwoo's hand gently grasped and caressed her bare breasts.
"Hhh…"
A pitiful moan escaped between her lips.
Yeonwoo's hand still filled with the soft flesh of her warm, elastic breasts.
His thumb found her nipple and teased it.
It hardened instantly.
Yeonwoo knew exactly how to stimulate a hardened nipple to quickly arouse a woman.
And he did it.
"Hhh… haa… haa… no… please…"
Her slightly louder moan lingered in Yeonwoo's mouth.
His hand, which had been touching her breasts, parted them to expose them fully, then slid straight into the skirt of her mourning clothes.
Her breasts were slightly glistening and reddened from his touch.
And soon, those breasts were covered again by Yeonwoo's lips.
With his hot mouth and tongue, he licked, sucked, and nibbled her hardened nipples.
Her body writhed toward Yeonwoo, and her hand came up to cover her own mouth to stifle her cries.
"Hhh… haa… Yeonwoo… I… I'm in mourning for my husband. This is… my husband's funeral… please don't…"
Yeonwoo said nothing to her desperate pleas.
Or rather, he couldn't say anything.
He knew too.
At this moment,
in this place,
how absurd and unforgivable what was happening was.
In the room next to her husband's wake, with a woman who had become a widow only hours ago…
But he couldn't restrain his desire now.
This situation was only fueling his lust further.
The frail mother of his girlfriend, trembling in his arms — there was nothing more stimulating.
And she, too, was spilling words of refusal because she couldn't accept this forbidden situation,
but her body was completely surrendering to him.
Not for a single moment did she make any gesture to push him away.
Even now…
she was wrapping her hands around Yeonwoo's head as he sucked her breast, pulling him closer to herself.
His other hand stroked the inside of her thigh from within the skirt.
Feeling the goosebumps rising on her thigh, Yeonwoo moved higher and higher.
"Hhh… hhh… hhh…"
Yeonwoo's hand reached the edge of her panties.
He traced over the fabric with his fingers.
The center was already hot and wet, the cloth clinging to her pussy.
He shifted the fabric slightly to the side.
*Slip.*
Her moist, wet pussy touched his finger.
His middle finger was the first to penetrate inside.
Hot mucous membrane wrapped around his finger, gripping it.
He began to rub her entire pussy in circles.
A refined caress, as if reading the folds and shape of her vaginal walls.
"Yeonwoo… please… I… I'm Hye-na's mother… your girlfriend's mother. We… we really can't!"
Her words were cut off as her body suddenly convulsed.
"Ah…! No…!"
She was startled by her own sudden cry and covered her mouth with her hand again.
Yeonwoo pulled her panties out from under her skirt.
Then he threw Min-yeong onto the sofa and laid her down.
Her back sank into the soft leather of the sofa.
Yeonwoo roughly spread her thighs, and the mourning skirt fell away, exposing her pussy completely.
Yeonwoo realized for the first time that mourning clothes could be such a sexy outfit.
"Yeonwoo…"
Min-yeong could only call his name as she watched him remove his pants. She couldn't do anything else.
When Yeonwoo placed his body between her legs…
When she felt his cock against her pussy…
Min-yeong lay with her legs spread, simply watching Yeonwoo.
It was… the pitiful sight of a human being who had ultimately succumbed to lust.
"Aaaah!!!"
She screamed the moment she felt the enormous object piercing into her flesh.
"What… Yeonwoo… what are you… putting in me?"
Min-yeong, unable to see his cock hidden beneath her skirt, sensed from the moment the glans slipped inside her pussy that this was no ordinary cock.
Her abdomen clenched in convulsion.
She lifted her head and raised the skirt slightly, trying to confirm the identity of what was penetrating her pussy.
For a moment, the sight before her stole her breath.
What was thrusting into her pussy was
of a size and shape she had never even imagined.
Pulsing and writhing, it was not a sex organ — it was a weapon.
"Crazy… Yeonwoo… this… this really can't be right. Something this big…"