Mom's Friend Comes Home
Today was the day I would take my first Pilates lesson from Aunt Saea.
Setting up the appointment with her had been almost effortlessly easy.
I had only sent a simple inquiry, and under Auntie's lead the reservation locked in at once. On the surface she was the picture of a kind friend's mother.
But if my guess was right, Auntie planned to use me that day as source material for a Tiafans post—mocking me as some herbivore, some castrated loser.
Seven p.m. Let's see who ends up the loser, you filthy sow bitch.
While I was turning over how best to get Aunt Saea under my thumb, an unexpected text arrived from my stepmother in America.
What? She barely ever contacts me.
A completely context-free announcement. My stepmother was always like this.
Seven o'clock… that's the Pilates lesson. Ha…
But the house I lived in was, in fact, my stepmother's. Refusing was not an option. She was the kind of person who could throw me out without a second thought if I stepped outside her control. Uncompromising. Even my failure to adjust to a new life in America as a child had been, in no small part, her doing.
Ha. After I came back to Korea she never meddled in my private life. Now, after years of silence, this?
True to form, the moment I complied she soothed me with words that carried no real feeling and ended the conversation. A shame, but Aunt Saea's re-education would have to wait a little. Judging by her replies, I could meet her anytime anyway.
From the texts alone, Auntie looked like an absolute angel.
If I hadn't known Aunt Saea was the sow on Tiafans—or even if I had, if she hadn't posted that post mocking me—I never would have thought of re-educating her.
My stepmother had said Mom's friend would arrive at seven, but at six the front-door chime rang. Checking the intercom, I saw it was the garage, not the gate. Parked in front of the garage was a red Lamborghini Huracán—a supercar that started at three hundred million won at minimum.
What the hell? Someone who drives that car came all the way to Korea just to work as a part-time lecturer? And if she's Mom's friend she has to be a foreigner.
I opened the garage door and waited for Mom's friend at the front entrance of the house. From the garage a woman with a killer body, wearing a black leather jacket and sunglasses, red hair streaming, walked toward me with elegant poise. I still hadn't seen her face properly, but from the body alone she was on Aunt Saea's level.
Thanks, Mom! I shouted a silent word of gratitude to my stepmother and greeted the woman.
"Hello. I'm Kim Hajun."
Despite her exotic looks, Mom's friend answered in fluent Korean as she took off her sunglasses.
"So you're Ahyeon's son Hajun? Nice to meet you. I'm your mom's friend, Shin Lisa. We're friends, but I'm about ten years younger than your mom, so call me Noona."
Whether she had Irish blood mixed in or not, Lisa noona had dazzlingly white skin and long cascading red hair, and she fixed me with mesmerizing purple eyes.
Korean surname? Mixed blood, then? But… those purple eyes. I've seen them somewhere. Is it just me?
Mom's friend's beauty was so overwhelming that I stood there staring, and Lisa noona's voice turned sharp.
"Leaving a person standing outside while you just stare is a little rude, don't you think? Ahyeon's son wouldn't do that."
From the way she dropped my stepmother's name right at the start, Lisa noona's personality clearly did not match her gorgeous exterior.
"Ah! Excuse me. Please come in, Noona."
Lisa noona casually handed me the suitcase she had been pulling and began touring the house as if it were already hers. I tried to follow and show her around as she poked into every corner, but she refused.
"No need. Just tell me which room is yours and I'll look around the rest by myself. Your mom asked me to. She's worried whether her son living alone is doing all right. The movers will be here soon—handle them for me."
"Yes. My room is on the third floor, the one straight ahead when you come up the stairs."
Mom's friend… had a real talent for saying things in the most annoying way possible. Everyone I had met lately, Seoa excepted, was a little off.
But the more I looked at her, the more certain I became that I had seen that face somewhere. It was nothing like Aunt Saea's case—I had recognized Auntie by the mole on her body, not her face. Red hair, purple eyes, a face that blended Eastern and Western beauty perfectly, a body on Aunt Saea's level. Where had I seen her?
While I turned it over, something clicked and I dug through the living-room drawer. Last year's March issue of the world-famous women's magazine Cosmo. The cover. My memory was right. I had seen Lisa noona's face before. The cover model, wearing nothing but an unbuttoned white jacket draped over her upper body, chest cleavage and navel completely exposed—a sexy cover that had become legendary.
Taeo the magazine maniac is actually useful for once.
Taeo, who often talked magazines at me, would occasionally bring one over when a cover matched my tastes.
That cover was legendary. How many times did I beat off to it…
It wasn't a porn magazine, so her breasts weren't fully bare, but with only the jacket on and the buttons undone the inner curve of her chest was on full display. Below that, the tight six-pack and the shape of her navel were perfect. According to Taeo it had been quite the talk of the town.
Why would someone who made the main cover of a major magazine come to Korea to be a university part-time lecturer?
Learning who Lisa noona was only deepened the mystery. Right then another text arrived from my stepmother.
…Somehow it felt like the path of suffering had just opened.
While Lisa noona was still touring the house, the movers carried her things into the first-floor living room. There was surprisingly little—only three boxes the size of large post-office cartons, that was all.
But even if the house is three stories, does it really take an hour to look around? Especially when most of it sits empty because I live alone.
Just as the thought crossed my mind I heard Noona coming down the stairs. I hurriedly stuffed the magazine back into the drawer.
"Finished looking around?"
"I'm thinking of using the two rooms on the second floor that connect to the rear balcony of the mansion. What do you think?"
"We've got rooms to spare anyway. Use them however you like."
"Good."
After answering, Lisa noona sat on the living-room sofa, crossed her legs, leaned back, and spoke.
"Before I came I looked at your first-year grades. Quite the spectacle. Don't tell me you're planning to coast through college so you can waltz into Ahyeon's company after graduation?"
Hearing her, I understood. This was the real reason my stepmother had sent Lisa noona to the house. She always operated this way—slipping out of sight herself while using the people around her.
Ha… I'm completely fucked. She can't come to Korea herself so she sends one of her people like this.
Lisa noona lifted her chin and kept talking while looking at me.
"You're an adult, Hajun, so I don't particularly want to interfere, but as a professor at the same school and as Ahyeon's friend, I can't overlook that attitude of yours."
What she said next was shocking.
"So. I'm going to manage you for this semester. Your mom already approved it, so don't go running to her like a little kid to tattle. If your GPA this semester is over 4.0, I won't interfere from break onward. How about it? Pretty generous terms, right?"
This was the absolute worst. Lisa noona was the demon my stepmother had sent to keep me on a leash. She would probably report my every move. Refuse and I could already picture myself being kicked out of the house. The best option was to escape this prison of control in a single semester. Those conditions had clearly been set by my stepmother herself. One of her few virtues was that she kept her word to the end. If my GPA this semester topped 4.0, the rest of my university life would be free.
"Yes. I'll accept. Don't go back on it later, Noona."
"Then starting tomorrow you go to school when I go to work and come home when I leave. Even during free periods you check in every hour that you're studying for your major."
This woman was genuinely insane. No doubt about it. Then again… that was exactly why my stepmother had attached her to me. After I came back to Korea alone in high school she had shown almost no interest—why start now?
I made dinner for the hungry Lisa noona, ate with her while we agreed on the house rules, and then escaped to my room on the third floor.
Ugh… so uncomfortable my stomach hurts. Looking at her face for the first time was the peak. Lisa noona, that is.
Still, for the sake of my privacy we had settled that Noona would not come up to the third floor, my living space. There was such a thing as clocking out from work; if even my space at home weren't guaranteed I would have packed up and left long ago, house or no house.
Aunt Saea must have posted something by now.
The moment I lay on the bed I habitually opened Tiafans. Next to the sow's account, sure enough, a "new" badge glowed. This time it wasn't a post—it was a video. Nice!
<How a Sow Uses the Bathroom>
The title alone was already provocative. Steadying my racing heart, I hit play.
Aunt Saea stood wearing a black latex mask; everything except the floor beneath her was blurred, but anyone could tell it was a public men's restroom inside a building. Even with the mask covering her entire face, I already knew what Auntie looked like underneath, so I could picture it perfectly.
As the video began, Auntie slowly peeled off the khaki coat she was wearing. Her pure white naked body filled the screen completely. The sow spread the khaki coat on the filthy bathroom floor and immediately dropped into a full nude dogeza facing the camera right on top of it.
"Thank you so much to all the subscribers who came to watch again today♡ I'll do a thank-you pussy dance for you."
After that Auntie rose, took the so-called submission pose, and began shaking her hips in a pussy dance.
"Haa… haut! Haa… haa…"
When sweat began pouring down her body from the heat she had worked up, Auntie stopped moving, came right up to the camera, focused it on her ample breasts, and spoke.
"Subscribers, have you ever wondered how a sow uses the bathroom? Unlike other women, this dog-pervert married sow uses the bathroom differently♡"
…Fucking filthy bitch. I really should have met her today and re-educated her.
Aunt Saea lifted the camera, set it above a men's urinal, then sat in front of the urinal with her legs spread wide and began finger-fucking her pussy. From the high angle, her vulgar masturbation was captured in sharp detail.
"Heut… heuuuut…! Haut♡"
Squish squish♡
The wet friction of Auntie's fingers thrusting into her pussy rang clearly through the bathroom. Whether she was naturally that wet or not, the juices pouring from her pussy ran down her thighs in streams and dripped onto the floor.
"Heut… haut…! Masturbating in front of a men-only urinal is the best♡ I… haut want to find a Master and become his personal toilet too♡"
Finger-fucking alone was not enough; while spouting filth Auntie planted her free hand on the floor, lifted her ass, and started rocking it in time with her fingers.
Whoa… what kind of core strength is that?
Matching the speed of her waist movements to the fingers spearing her pussy, Auntie kept going until—
"I… I'm cumming♡ The sow is cumming♡ Shaking her pussy in a men-only bathroom and cummingggg♡"
Pssht-! Pssht-! Psshhhoot!!
Eyes rolling back, head thrown, she came hard and shot clear liquid from her pussy straight at the urinal.
"Hweeee-♡"
That's… squirting, right? No wonder so much water was coming out of her pussy… but she can control that herself?
Auntie collapsed on the bathroom floor for about a minute, then came to, stood, retrieved the camera, and set it back in its original spot.
"None of you subscribers imagined anything dirty, right? If you did, sorry, but this sow isn't into that♡ Leave dirty comments and subscribe again today♡"
She pinched the flesh of her right breast into a heart shape, and the video ended.
Knowing Aunt Saea does something this vulgar just makes me harder.
As always, one viewing of Auntie's video was never enough. I rewatched it several more times, came three rounds in a row, and only then fell asleep.
The next morning the phone's ringing dragged me out of sleep. When I answered, Mom's friend's voice came through.
"Hajun. We made a promise, Noona and you, and you're still not up? Get ready and come down quickly."
Ah…
Hearing Lisa noona's voice, the new life that would begin today rose in my mind and my mood turned grim.