Chapter 1: Stepmother and Son Who Play with Body and Mind Separately
On the day I became a high school student, my late father suddenly brought home a young woman and introduced her to me.
"Minjun-ah, say hello to your new stepmother."
In my eyes, which had just left middle school, she looked almost like a college student. The thought that crossed my mind at our first meeting was...
'Why is such a young and pretty woman with our dad...'
Since my father was in his early 40s and the age difference was more than a decade, it was natural to have that thought.
By the time I was around 17, I was old enough to know pretty much everything.
I had been suspicious of her for a while, thinking she was a gold-digging flower that approached my father's money.
'Actually, our father was a complete thief.'
It turned out she was the secretary of our father, a fairly solid mid-sized company CEO.
I heard she had entered our house due to my father's aggressive courtship.
I couldn't imagine that my father, who was somewhat strict and rigid despite being in his 40s, had such a side.
But seeing her appearance, it was understandable that a 40-year-old uncle was completely smitten.
An actress-level beauty, and her figure was, oh my.
'My high school days were really tough.'
At the peak of puberty, when I couldn't control myself, having a voluptuous glamor girl living in the same house as me was torture.
Thanks to that, I went to a martial arts gym I had never had in my fate and released overflowing vitality,
and the rest I poured into forced studying.
To forget an unfulfilled first love that suddenly appeared.
Thanks to that, I went to a good university and didn't get beaten up anywhere, but...
"Minjun-ah, congratulations on your discharge."
"Wow, finally I can eat the food Mom makes every day."
"I'll make as much as you want, so eat a lot."
"Yes, I'll eat well~!"
Even now, as I haven't fully shed the scent of military rations after being discharged from the army, my stepmother Hayeon's beauty is still in full bloom.
She is now the only family I have in this world.
When I was accepted to university and was still excited, my father suddenly got lung cancer and passed away a few months later.
Only three years.
It was the time my stepmother Hayeon and father spent together.
When my father learned that his life was almost over, he hurriedly disposed of his company.
He left his inheritance of several billion won, half to my stepmother Hayeon and half to me, and passed on his will.
'Hayeon-ah, forget this house and live a new life.'
She was only 32 at the time, and I couldn't bring myself to ask her to take care of me.
I had also become an adult, and with my father's inheritance, I could live without money worries for the rest of my life, so he probably chose to take care of her.
But my stepmother Hayeon did not follow my father's will.
'Minjun-ah, you are my son. Forever.'
She chose to remain my mother, and I had no choice but to accept it.
Having lost my mother at four and my father soon after, I couldn't refuse her decision out of fear and loneliness of being left alone in the world.
"Until before returning to school, what are your plans?"
"Um, well, I thought I could take a break and prepare for returning to school and travel."
Since there were about five months until the second semester return to school, I thought I could try part-time jobs as experience, but
Having a net worth of tens of billions thanks to my father's inheritance, it felt somehow like cheating for me to do part-time jobs, so I dropped the idea.
After my father suddenly disappeared as the head of the household, both my stepmother Hayeon and I went through a difficult period for a while.
I took a leave after finishing the first semester and wandered, then went to the army as if running away.
My stepmother Hayeon, left alone, said she had spent time with close friends to overcome her grief.
"I'm sorry, I should have been there for you back then."
"No, Minjun-ah. You had it tough too."
Thinking back now, it was really sorry that I went to the army leaving my stepmother Hayeon like that.
We should have spent more time together relying on each other.
"But I only thought about myself.
Maybe Mom had it even tougher."
"No, having a son, I could endure it better.
So don't think that way, Minjun-ah."
She smiled faintly and held my hand.
Her face, full of sorrow, was still incredibly beautiful.
Now only 35.
Her youth was too precious for a 26-year-old son.
Anyone who saw her now would mistake her for a sister or lover.
"Do you still meet your friends often these days?"
To change the slightly sagging atmosphere, I changed the topic.
When I was in the army, my stepmother Hayeon often talked about meeting friends on the phone.
"Yeah, but now that there's a son, I want to cut down."
"No, don't do that."
"Huh? Even though there's you, it's a bit sorry for Mom to often leave the house empty. Inviting to the house too."
Because there were unmarried friends and married friends.
During the day, married friends with time often came to the house to play, and in the evening, they often met unmarried friends outside to play.
"No, don't worry about that. Live enjoying your mom life. Really, I'm fine."
Since there was plenty of money, there were many spacious and good houses with rooms.
A two-story luxury house in a rich neighborhood, if I was in my upper room, even if they made noise downstairs, it wouldn't be heard well.
"You can call your friends to the house anytime, or spend time outside."
"But how? You have to take care of my meals too..."
"Aigoo, when you open a delivery app these days, there are delicious things everywhere, so don't worry about that. Mom doesn't have to make meals every day to be troublesome. Or hire a working auntie."
When money is abundant, there's no need for the body to suffer.
Cleaning or management can be done with people, and meals can be ordered from experts who make delicious food.
My strong insistence made my stepmother Hayeon look like she couldn't accept it.
"But... is it okay?"
"Of course. I'm not a kid anymore.
When I return to school, the pre-service uncle won't even play with the freshmen."
"What kind of uncle? To my eyes, she still looks the same as when she was in high school."
"Have you ever seen a high schooler with such muscular arms?"
"Oh my!"
When I raised my arms like a bodybuilder and showed off my watermelon-sized biceps, she flinched and widened her eyes.
Originally, her body was hardened from martial arts, but the plump muscles made in the army were on a different level.
"Wow, it's completely amazing, son."
While saying that, she came closer and squeezed my calves and gently stroked them, exclaiming in admiration.
"Oh, it's really hard."
The soft touch on bare skin, mixed with the shampoo scent that came with a hook, and her sweet flesh scent.
And the snow-white and huge breast that peeked through the one-piece dress.
It was too fatal an attack for a starving young man whose military fat hadn't come off yet.
"Hah, see? So stop treating me like a kid."
To suddenly change the atmosphere that seemed to recall my vigorous high school days, I quickly opened my mouth.
"Y, yeah, now I'm really an adult."
She seemed to feel the awkwardness too, and her slightly reddened ears as she answered while slightly lowering her hand couldn't be ignored.
The "adult" my stepmother Hayeon meant might be heard in a different meaning, but it was my imagination.
"Shall we have some celebratory drink for the discharge?"
"Oh, good."
******
After eating dinner and cleaning up, we sat side by side on the sofa with a can of beer each.
"Congratulations on your discharge again. Cheers."
"Thank you, thank you."
Having our first drinking session with my stepmother Hayeon like this, I realized how fast time had passed.
Married at 29 to a man over 40, now 35.
Even after 6 years, her appearance still seemed to remain as the day I first saw her.
"Mom, are you a vampire?"
"What? Suddenly what does that mean?"
She blinked her big eyes at the out-of-the-blue vampire line.
"No, how don't you age?
Who sees Mom as 35. As a 20-year-old college student."
"Oh, that's too much. Haha."
"Then it's not 20, but college student is acceptable, right?"
"No, that's not it..."
Perhaps because of the alcohol.
She spoke comfortably, patting my shoulder and using a slightly slurred tone as if talking to a friend, giving me the feeling of talking to a woman friend I met at university.
"Hahaha, our mom is so cute."
"Hey, what's cute about mom."
So, without me realizing, the word "cute" came out.
I thought I had crossed a line, but seeing my stepmother Hayeon accept it nonchalantly, I swallowed a sigh of relief.
Her slightly flushed appearance with alcohol was an incredibly lovable woman.
"Mom."
"Hmm?"
"Why didn't you follow my father's will back then?"
Not even drunk from one can of beer, but perhaps intoxicated by the atmosphere.
I threw it out casually, as if passing by the question I couldn't ask when I was in pain.
Why didn't she leave and remain my mother.
With her appearance and youth, couldn't she meet other men and start anew?
"Ah..."
Perhaps because it was an unexpected question, her lips that had stopped for a moment as if in lag moved again.
"It's because Minjun has already entered my life.
That person is the only family I have left."
"..."
I couldn't say anything when I heard those words.
Gratitude, longing, loveliness, those words brushed my mind, but I just unconsciously pulled her into my arms and hugged her tightly.
"Oh my..."
My stepmother Hayeon, who entered my arms with a sound as if she was about to say something, relaxed her body that had been stiff for a moment and hugged my back.
"Thank you... Mom."
Perhaps this moment was when she truly accepted me as her real mother, not just a stepmother.
"I thank you too... Son."
So, we became a mother and son who truly accepted each other.
.
.
But.
'Hoo... but this is too hard to bear.'
The soft and firm large fat mass pressing on my chest, and the slim waist that fits snugly in one arm without a single gram of fat.
Madly sweet flesh scent.
And my heavy thing twitching constantly.
This is something a son shouldn't feel for his mom.
.
.
And....
******
'Ah... Minjun's chest. Warm and solid yet incredibly hard.
But why is my heart beating so fast.'
The firmly settled muscular body and the sturdy embrace that would protect her no matter what was emitting a thick male scent.
The instinct to want protection and domination from under a strong male unconsciously raised its head and made my heart beat.
I had no choice but to hold my breath so that the throbbing sound wouldn't be heard by my son.
But the lower abdomen rumbling and heating up without regard to my will was unavoidable.
It was also just the instinct of a female.
******
And that night.
I was the only one who knew that the bodies that heated up in their respective rooms didn't go out until late to cool down.
After cooling the desire that ignited because of my stepmother Hayeon with one step back, I went down to the first floor to drink water and heard it.
"Ah... haah..."
That bewitching and dizzying.
The cry that drives people crazy.