A New Life with My Mom's Friend

I washed up roughly, threw on some clothes, and headed downstairs. Right at the foot of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the stairs stood Lisa Noona with her arms crossed.

"Ah. Sorry, Ajumma…"

"Noo. Na. I'd appreciate it if you used the proper form of address."

No matter how little the age gap looks on the surface, a mom's friend is still an ajumma…

But I never let that thought leave my mouth.

"Yes, Noona. I won't be late starting tomorrow."

I followed Lisa Noona out to the garage and settled into the passenger seat. The whole drive to campus stayed quiet—no music, no conversation. The silence got under my skin, so I spoke up first.

"So what subject do you teach, Noona?"

"Required liberal arts. CT. Speaking of which, it's still the add/drop period—switch into my class. I'll hold a seat open for you."

"What?"

When I asked back, a hint of irritation slipped into her voice.

"It's a required liberal arts course you have to take anyway. Why the attitude?"

"Ah… no. I'll do that."

CT. Short for Communication and Teamwork—a cursed class that announces right in the name that it's going to be nothing but group projects. Sure, as a gen-ed it could theoretically be a breeze depending on the professor's mood, but… was Lisa Noona that kind of instructor? It was a required course I had to finish before graduating, but—

Ah, I'd been planning to coast through it in my final semester and be done with it.

After that we rode the rest of the way in silence and arrived at school. She parked in the underground lot of the R&D Center right by the main gate, and we stepped out of the building together.

"Let's grab breakfast. What do you usually eat?"

"I usually just get coffee…"

At that, she scanned the shops lining the campus entrance, then took my hand and led me straight into a Starbucks-style cafe. Only after we claimed a table did she ask,

"I usually do bread and coffee. That okay?"

"Yes. I'll go order. What would you like?"

"A blueberry bagel and an espresso doppio. Oh, and a cup of hot water."

From my seat I ordered her items plus an egg mayo sandwich and an americano on the app, and the food came out before long. We sat at the cafe table eating breakfast when I kept feeling eyes on us. A quick glance around confirmed a few people were sneaking looks at Lisa Noona.

Well… she is a famous model. Makes sense, right?

Right then a text came in from Taeo.

Yeah, sure… she's sitting right in front of me eating a blueberry bagel. That person.

He must have texted me when he was already almost at campus, because less than five minutes later I spotted Taeo coming through the cafe door. I waved him over.

"Hey. Over here."

"Huh? Why are you even…"

Taeo caught sight of Lisa Noona sitting across from me and couldn't finish the sentence, just stammered and flailed.

"I need to get going. Once you're done with breakfast, head to the library and send me a check-in photo, all right? Noona's off now."

In that span Lisa Noona stood, gave me a little wave goodbye, walked past the frozen statue of Taeo at the front door, and stepped outside. The second she was gone, Taeo rushed my table.

"You… what the hell are you? How do you know Shin Lisa? Whoa. Holy shit… insane. What even is this?"

It was the first time in years I'd seen Taeo's face run through that many expressions. I told the still-incoherent Taeo to sit down, then walked him through what had happened yesterday.

"Hoooooly fucking shit. You lucky bastard! You don't even know how blessed you are, you dense little shit. Ah! Why would the heavens—of all people—give it to this guy…"

I took a sip of my americano and asked,

"Why are you making such a scene? I get that she's a famous model, but still."

"Aaaaaah! Fuck, I'm so jealous of you it's actually killing me. Didn't I hand you a magazine last year? You looked at that cover and you still don't grasp how stacked your fortune is? One seventy-four, F-cups. Natural purple eyes ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that are rare even worldwide, and a face where Eastern and Western beauty coexist in perfect…"

From there he launched into a solid fifteen-plus minutes of monologue about my mom's friend's looks and career.

"I roughly get the picture, but after one day with her it's not easy. I've got to go check in at the library studying, so you should get to class too—you've got first period today."

"Ah. I want Shin Lisa micromanaging me by the hour too!! Living with her like that… maybe eventually…"

I wanted to smack the back of his head for that sleazy grin mid-sentence, but I held back. Well. Fantasy was free.

Huu… if it hadn't been for Lisa Noona, I could have met Ajumma Saea yesterday.

My head was already packed full of plans for how to exploit Ajumma Saea's weakness, so I had no room left to care about the foul-tempered watcher my stepmother had sent—Ms. Shin Lisa.

I took a check-in photo in front of the central library reading room and sent it to Noona.

Just grit my teeth and study like I'm dead for one semester.

After that, for the two months until midterms ended, I lived through hellish days of hour-by-hour management. From early morning until I hit the bed around eleven at night, I existed entirely under Lisa Noona's surveillance. Outside of class hours, hourly check-ins on whatever I was doing were the baseline, and unless she had other plans, I always had to eat with her too. Naturally, free time to take pilates with Ajumma Saea was never granted to me.

I toughed it out telling myself I'd clench my teeth for just one semester, and before I knew it the last week of April had arrived and midterms were over. The moment my final exam ended, the inevitable call from Lisa Noona came in.

"Yes. I think I did fine, Noona."

I heard the word "reward," but I wasn't expecting much. The only reward that mattered to me was free time. Under round-the-clock surveillance I hadn't just failed to do anything with Ajumma Saea—I hadn't even managed to see her.

Still, the one who'd made this stretch bearable was Seoa, more than anyone. After switching into the same gen-ed during add/drop, I'd taken the class with her, and about two weeks into the semester her natural charm and social ease had even won Lisa Noona over, so the three of us started eating lunch together now and then.

If it weren't for Seoa I wouldn't have seen a single friend and would've lost my mind from the isolation.

Of course Kang Taeo wanted to eat with Noona too and tried a few times without reading the room, but Lisa Noona shut him down cold.

"Thank you. Thanks to you, Noona, I think my grades are going to climb a bit."

After two months living with her, I'd learned that Noona was at least somewhat soft for praise and gratitude. Sounding pleased, she went on about the reward in a smiling tone.

"I've felt like I've been restricting you too hard even though you're an adult, so from now on after six in the evening I won't particularly care what you do. Curfew is still midnight, though, so make sure you keep that. Watching you these two months, you turned out more diligent than I expected. Don't go soft just because I've loosened the leash a little."

At last! Limited freedom, sure—but I'd take it. Evening hours would be enough.

"Yes! I'll work even harder so I don't disappoint you, Noona."

Afraid she might change her mind, I bolted straight for the library the second the exam was over and kept sending hourly study check-ins. And then…

I texted Ajumma Saea that I wanted to learn pilates.

During those two months under Lisa Noona's thumb, I'd been venting all my bottled-up feelings and lust on the vulgar videos and posts of that Tiafans sow, so now just thinking of the ajumma sent a rush of excitement through me—and with it, a sadistic hunger unfurling in my chest.

Ajumma Saea… I think you're going to have to satisfy my desires in person too.

An unexpected same-day cancellation.

Cha Saea felt the disappointment hit the moment she received Hajun's text.

How… how could he cancel?

The reason was solid enough, and given how he'd reacted at her house before she was sure he'd contact her again—but in Saea's mind Hajun was already nothing more than a toy for venting desire, so the letdown was inevitable. It felt like her toy had suddenly started moving on its own. As compensation for the hollow, disappointed feeling, she uploaded a video that day—one she'd originally planned to post weeks later.

The response was nothing short of explosive. Comments poured in across countless languages, and compared to before there were far more clumsy Korean replies and translation-engine phrasing. Whether it was true or not, every time Saea saw those Korean comments she fell into the fantasy that foreigners were learning Korean because of her just to leave replies—and the thrill of that only made her more aroused.

Haaaut!!♡ Good thing I threw in that last little tease.

Surely none of the subscribers actually imagined anything dirty… right?

That line scraped them raw; subscribers spilled every bathroom-related kink they had into the comments in a torrent. Plenty of those plays were things she would never, ever perform. Showing only the acts she wanted to show—to the countless people pouring money and time into her account—fed Saea's sense of conquest and her urge to dominate. And for a filthy pervert like Cha Saea, those feelings converted straight into sexual heat; just reading the comments left her wet enough that slick was already running from her pussy.

Haaa… this feeling. I can't give it uuup♡

Even weeks after canceling the pilates reservation, no further word came from Hajun. On a whim she asked her daughter, who said she was still seeing him fine at school. About a month into the silence, craving that thrill of transgression again, she'd even asked her daughter about inviting Hajun over to the house. But… he'd turned even that down.

Was I too obvious? Then again, if he's the Hajun Seoa described, maybe he's just being careful not to end up in anything improper with his friend's mother… Haa… I got too worked up and broke my toy. I should have escalated the intensity gradually while I played with him.

Once she decided he was broken, her urge to use Hajun to feed that sense of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠taboo gradually faded. Of course Seoa still brought him up now and then without being asked, but Saea no longer felt like teasing him sexually. Or so she'd thought—until the end of April, when contact from Hajun arrived again.

The second she saw Hajun's text, the thrill of toying with the boy her daughter liked—handling him however she pleased—lifted its head again in her chest. Of course, Saea had absolutely no intention of actually sleeping with Hajun. She just wanted to watch him again: that way he instinctively reacted to the stimulation she unilaterally gave him, yet still held himself back for Seoa's sake. And if she edited that and put it up on Tiafans…

"Haaa…♡"

Just imagining it made her body tremble and her pussy tingle.

"Excuse me?"

A student stretching on the pilates Cadillac turned toward Saea, startled by the moan that had slipped out without her noticing.

"My toes got pinched… sorry. Shall we run through that position again?"

"Yes, Teacher."

She finished the last session of the day, came straight home, and went into her room. Seoa was out with friends and wouldn't be back until late. Saea logged into Tiafans and started a post immediately.

About a month earlier Saea had started calling her subscribers "Master." It turned her on more that way. At the end of the post she attached a nude close-up of her spinal erectors and lifted glutes, with the words "Master's♡" written across the lower right of her ass in Pink Lipstick No. 14.

Once the post was up, she replied to Hajun.

After she finished messaging with Hajun, Saea lay back on the bed, slipped a hand under her T-shirt, and rubbed her chest as she thought,

Ah. I hope tomorrow gets here soon.