The Woman Who Longs for Her Daughter's Lover
"What is this?"
"Just… some spending money. The limit… should be about a hundred million a month."
She handed him something else.
"And this… the car key. One of the SUVs in my garage. Drive it."
She had prepared these things for Yeonwoo, but until the moment she saw him she had still been debating whether to give them at all. The pleasure he had given her was unforgettable, yet there was no guarantee it would keep happening, and handing gifts this extravagant to a man she had only met a handful of times made her feel pathetic.
Then she tasted that pure ecstasy again, and her mind locked into place.
No other man could give her pleasure like this.
I can't let this man go.
Yeonwoo turned the glossy card and the heavy key fob over in his hands, looking from one to the other. A faint look of surprise crossed his face.
"Ha… seriously? This is… kind of sudden."
A card with a hundred-million monthly limit and a luxury SUV. My salary isn't even three million…
The old Yeonwoo would have felt crushed under the weight of gifts like these and probably refused them. They would have seemed too much, too undeserved.
The Yeonwoo standing here now was different.
Right… I gave her that extreme pleasure with my power. And this is probably nothing she can't afford to hand over without blinking. No reason for me to feel burdened first.
He decided the gifts were simply the natural reward—payment for the value she had recognized in him.
"In exchange…"
Eunju continued.
"At least twice a month… you meet me. You have to. Promise."
Yeonwoo lifted his head and looked straight at her.
"What?"
His voice dropped, sharpened.
"So there are conditions? You give me these and if I don't keep the deal you take them back?"
Eunju shook her head in a hurry.
"No! It's not like that…"
Her voice shrank, turned anxious.
"It's just… a request. A simple request… that you like me a little more…"
She lowered her gaze to her own knees.
"I… I don't want to… live the way I used to… without you anymore."
Yeonwoo watched her in silence for a moment. Then he slowly slipped the card and the key into his pocket.
"Thanks. We'll see each other plenty from now on. But… putting conditions on it like that feels shitty. Makes me feel like a male escort…"
Eunju's face stiffened.
"…Okay."
She let out a breath.
"I'm sorry… I really didn't mean it that way."
Only then did Yeonwoo smile. He tipped her chin up lightly and kissed those full, inviting lips.
He found it fascinating—the way he accepted the gifts as if they were only natural, and the way she, after giving something so large, was the one apologizing…
Yeah… this is who I am now. My power made me into this kind of person.
Then he pressed her head firmly downward.
Eunju offered no resistance. She simply lowered her face between his legs and took the already twitching cock into her mouth.
I've become the kind of man who can make a high-society woman like this suck my dick without a second thought, just from a single gesture.
It felt like stepping over his old self and awakening into something new—not mere lust, but the solid weight of real power in his hands.
He reached out. He closed his palm over the soft, full curve of her breast—the same breast he once would never have dared even look at. Under his hand he felt her body tremble.
This is me. The new me…
When Hye-na stepped out of her studio apartment doorway, the first thing that caught her eye was a gleaming unfamiliar foreign car. The window rolled down, revealing Yeonwoo in the driver's seat, and her eyebrows rose.
"What's with the car?"
"Hm? Oh… just… bought one for commuting. It's used."
The car Yeonwoo had driven over was far too much to call a used commuter vehicle.
"Wow, this is… a used car you bought for commuting?"
Hye-na's eyes went round as she circled the car while Yeonwoo got out.
He shrugged.
"Yeah… the deal was pretty good, so… I just went for it."
Hye-na still looked unconvinced, but she nodded as if accepting it.
"Well… you must have figured you could handle it."
"Yeah… something like that… Got a lot of stuff?"
Hye-na had decided to move back into her family home because she was worried about her newly single mother. That was why she had asked Yeonwoo to help carry her things.
"Not really… the trunk on this thing is huge, so… maybe three trips?"
She scratched her head, looking shy.
"What? Three trips?"
"Or… four? Hehe…"
"And that's… a small amount of stuff?"
"Well… for this much… hehehe."
Yeonwoo stepped inside the apartment. The place was piled high with medium and large bags of every kind, shoe boxes, accessory pouches, and a mountain of oversized boxes stuffed with clothes.
"What the… it's almost all clothes."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
Yeonwoo was briefly speechless.
"Ha… yeah, great. Let's just call a truck."
He loaded the smaller things into his own car and hired a truck for the rest.
On the drive to Hye-na's mother's house with the load, the mood inside the car was relatively light.
"…So Mom still looks depressed. It's only natural, I guess, since Dad hasn't been gone that long… That's why I feel like I should stay with her at least a little. School will be farther, but… well, can't be helped."
Hye-na traced a finger through the fog on the window as she spoke.
"My room's still the same as before. Mom said she cleaned it already."
Yeonwoo kept one hand on the wheel and simply nodded in quiet acknowledgment.
They arrived. A small single-family house on a quiet residential street, with a modest front yard.
When they pulled up, Min-yeong came out to the entrance to greet them. She wore a black cardigan; her face was still pale.
Emotion Level:-10[Auto]
Name:Lee Min-yeong
Age:43
Occupation:Nurse
Issue:Husband's death, relationship with daughter's boyfriend
Relief flickered across her face at the sight of her daughter, but the moment she saw Yeonwoo climbing out of the driver's seat, a flash of fluster, surprise, and wariness crossed her features. It vanished in less than a second.
Min-yeong smiled as if simply welcoming her daughter. She offered Yeonwoo a light nod of greeting as well.
"Thank you, Yeonwoo. For helping like this."
Her voice sounded calm, yet Yeonwoo could feel the tension running underneath it.
Still hasn't climbed out of the grief… -10, huh… She needs to get out of the negatives soon…
He remembered the old status-window warning that prolonged negative values could tip someone into severe depression, and a flicker of concern for her rose in him.
While they carried the big boxes into Hye-na's room, Yeonwoo could not shake the feeling that Min-yeong was watching him. Through a window, from the hallway—her gaze seemed to follow his back.
"Thanks, I'll handle the rest. Go rest in the living room a bit."
Once all the heavy loads were in her room, Hye-na said.
"Yeah… I could use a break. Didn't realize there were this many clothes."
"They're not all clothes! This box has books and keepsakes too…"
Hye-na lifted a smaller box as she spoke.
"Right… go ahead and sort it yourself now."
Yeonwoo stepped out into the living room. Min-yeong handed him a glass of juice.
"You worked hard."
"Yes…"
The space was quiet. The heavy atmosphere of a house only two weeks past a funeral still hung over everything.
Yeonwoo stole glances at Min-yeong. She carried a different air from the woman at the funeral home. Almost bare-faced, yet her face was beautiful. That sensual body. The vivid memory of her moaning and writhing in pleasure beneath him rose unbidden.
Fuck… I'm crazy too. Hye-na's right next door and I'm getting hard for her mother…
Min-yeong noticed the sidelong looks. The same memories rose in her and left her flustered. She stood up, as if trying to escape the awkward, embarrassing atmosphere, and went into the master bedroom.
The door did not close all the way. Through the gap her faint silhouette was visible.
Without quite meaning to, Yeonwoo followed her into the bedroom.
Half-drawn curtains, an unmade bed, books stacked in a corner. Min-yeong stood in front of a drawer, pretending to tidy something, but her hands were not moving.
"Ma'am."
Yeonwoo called quietly.
She spun around, startled. Realizing he had followed her all the way into the master bedroom, a strange wariness settled on her face.
"W-what is it?"
Yeonwoo took a step closer. He reached out and lightly rested his hand on her arm.
In that instant Min-yeong's body tensed and went rigid.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Her voice was low but firm.
"I missed you. Since that day…"
At the words "that day," Min-yeong's heart sank. There was no doubt what he meant—the scorching sex they had shared at the funeral home.
Yeonwoo moved still closer. Min-yeong stepped backward, trying to keep the distance between them.
Then she shook his hand off. The look in her eyes changed—from fluster to contempt and anger.
"Just what the hell are you thinking?"
Her voice began to tremble.
"I want to hold you. Like before…"
"You crazy… My daughter's right in the next room… Do you have even a shred of common sense?"
Yeonwoo said nothing. He simply looked at her.
Her anger was exactly what he had expected. Back then he had arbitrarily adjusted her emotion level; that was how it had happened. Now that her reason had returned… this reaction was only natural.
"I don't know why you keep seeing Hye-na, but… break up with her too!!"
"What?"
"I can't stand by and watch my daughter date a kid like you."
Min-yeong's eyes were full of fury. She had been replaying that day over and over, slowly rationalizing it for her own sake. What happened that day should never have been possible. The grief of losing her husband, her mind and body grown far too weak—and the man who had used that to take her body. She had decided all of it was Yeonwoo's doing. She was the victim who had been helplessly violated by a wicked man. That was how she had settled the events of that day in her mind. The reason she had given him her body was entirely… because of Yeonwoo. Everything had happened because of this bastard, and that was why he was a man who had to be kept away from her daughter.
Her thoughts reached Yeonwoo intact.
Haa… no choice. Target Min-yeong, switch Emotion Level to manual mode. Target value 50. Rise of 6 points per minute.
Executing.