Could My Mom's Friend Like Me?
“You. Are you dating Cha Seoa?”
Whoa—holy shit!
In the dark first-floor living room, Lisa’s cold voice cut through the silence. A chill raced down my spine like I was a little kid who’d just been caught red-handed.
A moment later the mood lamp clicked on. Lisa sat on the living-room sofa, legs crossed, arms folded, glaring straight at me.
What the hell… is she a dog or something? Why are her eyes glowing like that?
Maybe it was the darkness, but tonight her eyes looked especially bright—almost luminous.
Damn… I’d almost forgotten how ridiculously pretty her eyes are. Is she even human? Can anyone have pupils that color without contacts?
Lisa’s irises shifted between deep blue-violet and soft lavender depending on the light. That color had definitely helped make her a popular model overseas.
That was beside the point, though. Why was she asking whether I was dating Seoa?
Knowing her personality, I had fully expected her to demand an explanation for why I was late. Instead she went straight for this.
“No? I’m not…”
Lisa tilted her chin up slightly and crooked a finger, ordering me closer.
“Then what were you doing out past curfew after going to the movies? And it’s only been a little while since I loosened the leash—you’re already breaking promises? Did I misjudge you, Hajun?”
Something about her mood felt far more sour than I’d anticipated.
Ha… this is going to drive me insane. What am I, a preschooler?
The second I stood in front of Lisa, every scrap of the confidence I’d felt facing Aunt Saea melted away like spring snow. Worse—every time she spoke, my body flinched, and a wave of self-loathing flooded in to take confidence’s place. Of course, right after that a stubborn spark of defiance started rising from deep inside me again.
“Ah. The movie’s runtime was three and a half hours, and after dinner plus the film it was already way too late, so I walked Seoa home first. That’s why I’m a bit late.”
If I counted the later screening rather than the one we’d actually watched, the timeline roughly checked out.
“She’s not even your girlfriend. Why walk her home? Are you two in that ‘almost dating’ stage?”
Was it just my imagination, or did Lisa seem more obsessed with my relationship with Seoa than with the fact that I was late?
Is Seoa’s suspicion right? Is there something more going on here?
“I’m a full-grown adult. Whatever I do with Seoa, what business is it of yours, Noona? Even if you’re looking after me as Mom’s stand-in, interfering in my relationships is crossing the line.”
Irritation flared and I snapped at her.
Of course it didn’t work.
“That’s right! Just like you said, I’m the one looking after you right now. And in that capacity, your dating life is absolutely something I have to pay attention to!”
Fuck. When did I ever ask her to manage me…
Honestly, the curses came automatically. I’d only thrown in the “looking after me” line so I wouldn’t look too rebellious and make things worse… and instead I’d handed her the perfect justification.
Not that the justification made any sense. No matter what excuse she used, Lisa had zero right to meddle in whatever was between Seoa and me.
But I couldn’t say that out loud. The moment she started invoking my stepmother, real trouble would begin. If Lisa twisted my actions when she reported back, I didn’t even want to imagine what my stepmother might do. On the surface the woman played the kindly type, but she never, ever tolerated anything that went against her will.
My head was burning; I stayed silent. Lisa’s sharp voice kept going.
“And another thing! If you’ve done something wrong, the first thing you do when you walk in the door is apologize. The second I mention Seoa you get all defensive? Do you like her? Seoa looks like she’s dying to show how much she likes you.”
Why does she keep bringing Seoa up? Sigh…
Lisa was still on the Seoa topic. But the fact that she was demanding an apology meant she was giving me an opening. Right now I needed to bow my head and play nice. I could figure out later why she was so hung up on Seoa.
“Noona. I got heated for a second and wasn’t thinking. I know how much of your own time you sacrifice managing my life… I’m really sorry. It won’t happen again. And honestly, Seoa and I aren’t dating. We’re not even in that almost-dating stage.”
Once I apologized, Lisa’s tone—which had been icy and flat—softened back toward her usual register.
“At least you know I’m sacrificing for you. That part is very much like Ahyeon’s son. Fine. Go on up.”
“Yes. It’s late for you too, Noona. Good night.”
I said good night and started up the stairs. Her voice followed me.
“Ah! Just in case—until the exam results come out, dating is banned. Not just Seoa. Anyone. Got it?”
“Yes. You really don’t have to worry about that.”
What the hell? Does Lisa actually like me? Why is she this obsessed with my dating life? Ugh… I’m losing it.
I entertained the ridiculous thought for half a second, then shook it off. All the stuff with Seoa and Aunt Saea lately must have given me a full-blown case of delusion.
The moment I lay down on the bed I checked my phone out of habit. A message from Aunt Saea was waiting.
I told her to get confirmation by tomorrow morning. She already sent it?
Just thinking about Aunt Saea wiped away the foul mood; dopamine started flooding my brain.
Under the title was a photo of Aunt Saea completely naked, kneeling in dogeza in front of a toilet.
Oh. As expected of a filthy sow bitch—she knows how to pull the right kind of aggro.
Right below the text was another photo: Aunt Saea after I’d creampied her, strength gone, slumped down against the toilet.
The writing was still a little clumsy, but the way she treated the subscribers like worthless degenerates hit the spot.
Used to be I was the one they mocked. Now the roles are reversed. This feels pretty damn good.
Watching Aunt Saea switch between casual speech and polite honorifics every time was delicious no matter how many times I saw it.
Thanks to Aunt Saea, the ugly feeling from downstairs vanished completely. The best way to cover up the humiliation you feel from someone else is always to smother it under the urge to conquer.
I put the phone down and tried to sleep, but the words and expression Seoa had worn on the bus earlier, plus Lisa’s sudden obsession with my dating life, kept replaying in my head.
Seoa almost looked like she was jealous of Lisa…
Well, living under the same roof as an extremely attractive woman who also happens to be with the guy you like is enough reason for jealousy. Still, it felt like there was something more.
The second Seoa suggested the movie today, the tension between the two of them started.
And just like that, the thought I’d dismissed earlier slid back into my mind.
What if Lisa actually likes me?
It was ridiculous. But if it were true, it would explain a lot—why Seoa and Lisa, who used to get along fine, were suddenly sniping at each other; Lisa’s weird fixation on my love life; and even why Seoa had suddenly gone for a confession-angle today.
Nah… no way.
Seoa was probably just projecting. She likes me, so she can read romantic intent into perfectly normal noona behavior. That made sense.
But Lisa…
She probably just decided Seoa would be a distraction from my grades and wanted to draw a clear line.
Yeah. Given everything Lisa had shown me these past two months, that explanation felt a lot more realistic than the fantasy that she liked me.
Still… it’s a little disappointing. If Lisa really liked me I could flip the power dynamic on the spot and put that arrogant bitch under me…
Ugh, what am I even thinking…
It was a classic adult-video plot, but reality isn’t AV. Of course, my own life was currently running on pure adult-video logic, but still.
Ever since I turned Aunt Saea into my slave, the limits on my imagination had completely shattered. If I wasn’t careful I could end up in real danger. I shook my head hard, trying to throw the thought away.
Get a grip. Touch Lisa the wrong way and you’re fucked for real.
That said, just imagining her whimpering under my feet was still insanely hot.
Yeah. Imagination is free.
I couldn’t hold back the lust that had already flared up. I pulled up Aunt Saea’s video, pictured Lisa’s face over the blurred one, and only managed to fall asleep after three rounds.
Ha… I wonder what Lisa’s actual naked body looks like…
Cha Saea couldn’t fall asleep easily. The slow trickle of cum still leaking from her pussy was one reason—but not the whole reason.
Her heart kept pounding too hard for sleep to come.
She should have hated Kim Hajun—the boy who violated her and treated her like a slave. Yet the moment she lay down, only one scene kept replaying in her mind.
Not the image of him ruthlessly using her. The image of him walking out of the park with his arm around her shoulders, pulling her body tight against his side…
Her heart had been hammering so hard back then that she’d been terrified he would notice. Her face must have been burning red. Even though he was the one who had created that situation, her heart was still racing faster than normal even now, lying alone in her room.
And in the end she hadn’t been able to hold it in. She had turned around and said “thank you” to his retreating back.
Cha Saea, you crazy bitch. What the hell is wrong with you? Has it been so long since a man held you that you’ve lost your mind? You’re grateful just because he covered your face while you walked out of a park? Ha…
Kim Hajun is not a kind person. He’s a criminal who ruined my life!
She tried to bury the feeling she didn’t want to acknowledge by replaying every cruel thing he had done. She opened her photo app. The most recent pictures were nothing but her own thoroughly used body.
But the more she looked at the photos and remembered the moments, the opposite of what she intended happened: instead of hatred, the pleasure of those moments rose first. The disgust and humiliation had already diluted; only the raw pleasure of being stretched open by his thick cock remained—vivid, even stronger than before.
Throb-throb ♡
“Hnn—! Hhk! Heeuhh…!”
Without even realizing it, Cha Saea had unbuttoned the front of her nightgown and shoved her panties down. One hand grabbed her breast; the other tried to push a finger into the pussy that was still full of cum.
Ah… no!
The second her fingertip touched the entrance, the thick, sticky sensation of semen made her yank her hand back.
And the thought that followed plunged her into self-loathing all over again. It wasn’t disgust at the man who had creampied her and then forbidden her to clean it out.
It was worry that if she fingered the cum out while masturbating, tomorrow’s verification photos for Hajun would be ruined.
Ha… when did I start genuinely submitting to him?
What’s wrong with you, Cha Saea…
She tried to scold herself, but her body was already too hot to control. She pulled her panties back up so the cum wouldn’t leak out, then started rubbing over the fabric with her index and middle fingers.
I can’t help it right now ♡ I just need to get this desire out somehow…
Yeah. These weird thoughts are only happening because I haven’t properly gotten off yet.
No matter how much she caressed her own breasts and rubbed over her panties, the hunger wouldn’t ease. So Saea decided to write the Tiafans post Hajun wanted and send it to him now.
She typed only the title—
How to Use a Sow – Toilet Edition
—and already the unsatisfied craving that had refused to go away while she touched herself began to fill, little by little.