Selling My Friend's Mom on the Internet, Lol
Sunday morning, somewhere around nine.
I was standing at the kitchen sink, scrubbing a plate until it squeaked.
"Mmm~ dishes again today~ so boring~"
I was basking in the sunlight spilling through the window when the doorbell went off out of nowhere.
Ding-dong.
I turned my head at the sound.
Oh my, who could that be?
I wiped my wet hands on my apron and headed for the entryway.
"Minho's mom~ I came over to hang out! Is Minho home?"
It's Taeyang. Hehe.
The moment I heard his voice through the door, a smile tugged itself onto my lips. Being around Taeyang puts my heart at ease somehow. He keeps up with my chatter, his reactions are good, and more than anything he actually listens like he means it. A good kid, all in all.
Click.
I opened the door without even asking why he'd shown up so early in the morning.
"Taeyang, come in! Minho's out exercising, though. He's not here."
He was neatly dressed again today — a striped short-sleeve, simple cotton pants, sneakers — and a convenience-store bag dangled from one hand.
"Oh, is that so? Then I'll wait here. Sorry for coming over without calling."
"Aigoo~ don't be silly. Come on in."
The moment my permission dropped like a starting signal, Taeyang pulled two chocolate milks out of the bag and set them on the table with a soft tap.
"I bought one for you too, ma'am."
"Oh my, aigoo~ thank you."
I sat down beside him as if it were the most natural thing in the world and picked up the chocolate milk he'd handed me.
Sssslurp.
"Mmm... this is so good!! Aren't you hungry? Want me to get you something?"
"Yes, I'm starving!"
"Wait just a second."
I rummaged through the fridge and set out the first things I saw — a bag of shrimp crackers and some Choco Pies.
"Eat up."
"Wow, thank you."
Taeyang went at the crackers with tidy little crunches, neat as you please.
"....."
"....."
And then the silence arrived.
All at once he set the shrimp crackers down. The smile drained from his face, and his expression shifted into something almost serious.
"Ma'am."
"Yes?"
"Minho's been a little... strange lately. I'm kind of worried."
My breath caught.
I pulled my mouth off the straw and studied his face for a moment. Still that serious look. So Taeyang had noticed too. My son really had been a little off these days.
"...You felt it too, Taeyang?"
"Yes..."
My shoulders sagged.
I leaned back against the sofa and let out a sigh.
"Haa... he's been really strange lately. He goes into the bathroom and doesn't come out for over thirty minutes, and when he does his face is bright red. He won't say a word. He just slips straight into his room."
"If I try to talk to him, he gets angry. He never used to be like that. It feels like he's hiding something, but the second I ask, he starts yelling..."
My voice sank little by little. A single mother, left to shoulder her son's changes all alone — it hurt.
Honestly, it didn't seem like puberty. Then why, of all things?
"....."
Seeing me sink into gloom, Taeyang spoke as if he meant to comfort me, terribly serious about it.
"I'll look after Minho. I'm right beside him at school too, ma'am, so if something's hard on him, I'll be the one to ask first."
Aah, Taeyang, you really are...!
That dependable look, so at odds with his small frame, moved me.
Taeyang-Maji-Tenshi♡
"Really? Taeyang, thank you. Truly."
Whew. Just saying out loud the worry I'd been chewing on by myself was enough to lighten my chest.
"Of course. Minho's my friend."
He lifted his chocolate milk.
"Cheers!"
"Cheers?"
Riding some strange little mood, tok — I bumped my carton against his, just as he'd asked.
"Yaaay~~~"
"Yay... aaay..."
Sssslurp, nom nom~
Ehehe, I really am glad Taeyang is there beside my son~
A little time passed like that.
Click.
At last, around 9:47 in the morning, the front door opened.
"Mom, I'm home."
Before I knew it my son was coming in, still in his workout clothes, sweating buckets.
"Welcome back. Did the workout go well?"
"Hey, Minho! I came over."
The second he saw Taeyang waving from the sofa, my son's face lit right up.
"Oh!! Taeyang, come on in."
Watching Minho smile like that, I couldn't help smiling myself, even while I finished the dishes in the kitchen. Did seeing Taeyang really make him that happy? Well, I liked the boy too, so of course my son would. They're friends, after all. Hehe.
"Ma'am, I should go play with Minho now, so I'll head into his room. The snacks were good."
"Have fun, haha."
What a truly, truly polite boy.
"Hey, Minho! Let's bet who does better — Shatter Galaxy Rail, Chaos Floor 12, zero-cycle."
"You're on, Taeyang. About time my Counter God Yunli showed what she can do."
Watching those fully grown adult boys chatter their way into the room, a little snort of a laugh escaped me. Boys really do love their games.
All right, busy, busy! I had my own work to do. The dishes were finished while Minho and Taeyang played, and today just so happened to be a red-letter day off. So I was going to savor every bit of this happiness. Mm-hm.
Time to binge all those dramas I'd been putting off~♡
Meanwhile, inside the idiot's room, game screens were spinning on two laptops.
"Hey hey hey, kill the manta rays first!"
"Ugh, seriously, this DoT matchup is garbage—"
"You're not wrong. For real, those damn manta-ray bastards deserve to get beaten to death."
Peaceful...? No, no~ as if. Heh heh.
Mm. The mood was ripe enough. Time to get started~
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"That photo... you looked at it again, didn't you."
The idiot's ears went red in an instant. Knew it.
"Next time I'll get you something even better."
"Uh... huh?"
I drove it in straight — kind as I could, so the idiot would actually understand!
"You want them? Heheh♡ The photos, I mean."
Gulp.
The idiot's Adam's apple bobbed. From where I was sitting, that bastard was already hooked~ hehe.
"...Yeah."
"Good. But there's a condition."
I dragged my chair toward him and laid out a very important term of the deal.
"Later, make some time so your mom and I can be alone together."
"Uh... why?"
The idiot asked like he couldn't make sense of it. What a pain. But I am Geum Taeyang. I put on a perfectly natural face at once and nudged him just enough.
"Aah~ just do it, we're friends~ I'm telling you I want to talk to your mom. Talking with a pretty girl has been my lifelong dream."
"...Fine."
A flicker of displeasure crossed the idiot's face... hmm~ but he went for it. Judging by that look, he was thinking something like this right now. The condition was simple. Keep the promise, and he gets the erotic photos.
Hahahaha!!
I could feel it — that incompetent, complacent little reward psychology, idiot through and through. Now that I'd confirmed where my friend the idiot's heart sat, I turned back to the monitor and picked the game up again. The objective was already as good as achieved. Now was the time to play, and be patient.
"Next round?"
"Uh, yeah."
Step one — sufficient trust, secured. Step two — time alone with her, secured. Step three — heheheh♡
Keh. The real game starts at step three.
And for that moron, later — just so he'd have the special privilege of hearing that I planned to fuck his mom — I muttered it like I was talking to myself, loud enough that he'd catch it.
"His mom's an idiot, and the guy sitting next to her is an idiot too."
"Huh? What'd you say?"
"Aah! Nothing, the manta rays, fuck!! I said they're idiots."
"Ah, seriously, even I can't defend the manta rays..."
"Okay, let's switch to a sustain-DPS comp."
"No way. I'm broke."
"Aagh. Powercreep-fucked trash game."
It was a peaceful Sunday.
After that, surprisingly enough, I played like a pure little angel and went home. Before I knew it the clock read 11:23 on Sunday night.
Now I was in my studio apartment, staring at the laptop on the narrow desk. Of course, what was playing on the screen was Kim Harin's shower video. Her whole tanned body, laid bare without a shred of defense, came through crystal clear.
Kya, fuuuck!!! No matter when I watch it, I never get tired of it~~♡
A creature who is sex itself...!
Thwack, thwack-thwack.
Thwack!! Thwack! Thwack...
"....."
I paused the stroking for a moment and captured the video frame by frame. Kim Harin standing there with the showerhead. Kim Harin washing her hair. And then — that moment.
Amazingly, Kim Harin lowered the showerhead.
Huh. What?
Our Harin, back against the wall — wasn't she grabbing a breast in one hand and pressing the showerhead to the inside of her thigh?
Ooh, fuck, is she masturbating? Heh heh.
"Hwaaang!! Hnn...♡"
The bitch biting her lip and throwing her head back — all of it came in, sharp and clear, into my world.
All right~ mouse click, capture. Click, capture. Click, capture.
I saved about three photos straight into the folder.
Well, well. Masturbating in the bath... is this bitch even somebody's mom?
Whatever. Confirmation of Harin's new side: complete.
Now I picked the photo to send the idiot. The most obscene angle — Harin with her thighs spread, the shot of her pressing the showerhead right up against her pussy. That was the one. Of course I slapped a mosaic over the face. With this, that idiot was good for another thirty minutes in the bathroom~
Hm?
— amid a stroke of genius that even Geum Taeyang himself had to admire —
Ah. Should I upload it to the internet, too?
Even I thought it was a brilliant idea.
Fuck!! Am I a genius?!
Praising myself the whole way, I opened a new tab and typed XX Site into the address bar.
Takatak.
Three photos attached. Upload complete.
I leaned back in the chair and folded my arms. Now then, how would they react~ dun-dun.
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Kya, that's what I'm talking about! In under three minutes the comments exploded.
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3,241 views. Forty-seven comments.
This is fun. Fuck, this is way too fun — this hunger to conquer, this feeling of conquest. My own private meat toilet, shared out to strangers. The pleasure of her becoming everyone's public meat toilet. Dopamine!!
Ha!! I couldn't hold it in. A satisfied smile leaked out all on its own.
Heh heh, keh keh keh!! Kyaha!! Ehehehe.
Hehe. Kim Harin♡ No matter how I turn it over—
You're public meat-toilet-chan. Everyone's pet. That's exactly what you are.