The Morning Grind
I woke up as morning came, wondering if I should try rubbing up against her gently.
Glancing at the time, it was 9:30 a.m. Normally, I'd be at school by now, but.
Whatever, I'm on a leave of absence anyway. Dad had given me more than enough money, so there were no real problems. Just couldn't buy a computer.
I took a quick shower and changed clothes. Ah, refreshing.
A bit late for breakfast. It was that awkward in-between time. I usually got up around 10 or 11. On fight days, I'd wake early for a run, but not now—I always took it easy.
That's why I can live so leisurely. Just gotta make sure I don't pack on useless fat.
Self-management isn't anything special. Just stick to the basics. Steadily. Calmly.
"Yawn."
I headed down to the first floor. The smooth marble stairs comfortably cradled my soles.
In the kitchen, Romi was eating alone. Fateful, huh.
"Romi, hey."
She tilted her head at me, then her eyes curved into crescents. Knew it, you little devil.
"What, loser♡ Playing nice today?"
"Just happy to see you. Slept in too?"
"I just eat late, okay? Comparing me to you would be rude♡"
"Yeah, yeah."
Her voice was always so sweet.
I filled my rice bowl and sat across from her. Looked around. Place felt empty.
"Where's everyone else?"
"Can't you tell, loser♡ Mom went to buy detergent, and Sis has a modeling job."
"Aha."
I thought of So-na. Just yesterday, she'd been flashing outdoors and masturbating. And now modeling? What if someone recognized her?
Well, people into that stuff don't usually think that far ahead.
They say affairs only happen under the assumption they won't get caught, no evidence needed.
I wondered how I'd face Mom later. Romi smacked her lips, eyeing me.
"Hmm, loser♡ Got something on your mind?"
"Nah. You?"
"Hm?"
"No worries on your end? Like stuff you hate but have to do anyway."
I probed gently, like savoring an expensive Häagen-Dazs strawberry scoop from the top.
Romi looked flustered—a face I'd never seen before.
She makes expressions like that too, huh.
She ducked her head back to her food. Didn't want to show me, I guess. Cute.
"None? What's that about, then."
"Fine if there aren't any."
She was rattled. Just as planned.
I ate. The rice and sides were still delicious. Though looking back now,
the real best sides were my stepmom, big sis, and little sis.
Humans are creatures of their environment, they say. If I'd realized that sooner, the world wouldn't have felt so boring. But it wasn't too late even now.
Blackmail her and fuck right away? Nah, no.
Reality isn't some doujinshi. In self-proclaimed rule-of-law Korea, the constitution's outdated and unfair as hell—ruthless to the poor and powerless.
Time to build it up properly.
Like in MMA.
Just like setting up strikes for the ground game. Life's the same.
While eating, I tossed out a casual offer. "If it's tough, just tell me. Anything."
"Pfft, what's with the sudden act♡?"
I shrugged and flashed a grin. Romi's eyes wavered faintly at my smile.
"You're struggling, I know."
"Huh?"
Her eyes shook for real now. She blinked rapidly. I just shrugged again.
"Part-time gigs are rough, right? I did one briefly myself."
"Oh? Oh, yeah... Kinda. Not bad for a loser♡ No need to worry about it?"
"If you've got worries, say 'em. You can't handle everything alone."
I stopped there and just ate. Leaving her an opening.
Romi glanced at me, sighed, cleared her throat, and picked up her chopsticks again.
Door's open for now. Whether she steps in or just peeks—that's secondary. Gotta make her want to look.
The key was how.
First, chat to get closer. "Ah, this is seriously good. Mom's cooking is the best."
"Hmph, duh♡ But Mom's not just some cooking machine, y'know? She's evil♡"
"Nah. Who said that? Sigh."
"Why so flustered, loser♡?"
I chuckled. Yeah, flustered. Just hearing about stepmom brought back yesterday's wild nude body.
We finished eating uneventfully. Romi, done first, started on her dishes.
Perfect. Next phase.
Was heaven on my side? Opportunity handed to me.
I sidled up and pressed against her from behind.
"Ugh, what? I'm doing mine first."
"I know. Just waiting."
"Back off a bit."
"Hmm? Why? You look totally loser-ish right now, Romi."
I grinned slyly and pushed closer, our breaths mingling.
Flustered Romi snorted but focused on the sink—though her ears were red.
Good. Pretend to coach her on dishes and grind a little.
She knew we weren't blood-related. Time to flirt.
I set down an empty bowl and rubbed my crotch between her ass cheeks. Swish, ssshh.
"Eut!"
"Romi, there's dried bits stuck there. Be thorough."
"Loser butting in! Ugh, get off... hn♡"
"Hm?"
Act cool no matter what. Pretended to glance around and smiled.
"Kitchen's always cramped. Big deal?"
"This guy, hn."
"Careful or you'll break a plate."
Sssh, ssshh—more blatantly now.
Kept advising on soap amount and washing angles. She sighed but followed along.
Hates it but does it anyway. Though...
I pressed to the limit and rocked up and down. Like a beast in heat.
She flinched but stayed focused on the dishes. This brief moment must've felt eternal for her. Knowing that, I breathed normally and blew softly in her ear. Sff, sff, snff!
My dick hardened gradually. Like a snake eyeing prey.
Rubbing her ass crack through my pants as it swelled. Her ears flushed deeper.
Up close, her neck gleamed snow-white.
Damn, sexy.
Sweat was beading too. On that downy, pristine neck, moisture gathering visibly.
Whoa, smells amazing. Is this what a woman's scent is like?
I leaned down; her fresh body fragrance teased my nose. While stroking the back of her hand.
"Eut, what're you doing?"
"Helping out. How're you gonna get married being this slow?"
"Married my ass, you loser!"
"Got it, wash it like rolling up. Roll... up."
"I can handle it! Eek!"
She swatted my hand; the soapy plate slipped and flew upward.
It would've shattered on the floor, but I snatched it easily.
She whipped around, stunned. "H-how?"
"Can't do MMA without reflexes like this."
"Hmm, kinda useful. Unexpected."
"Told you I'm not a loser."
"Shut up! You don't get people's feelings."
She tsked and went back to scrubbing. Maybe she needed words to get it.
Dishes nearly done. Now I swung my hips side to side, grinding stickily.
"Huu, hn♡"
"What? Tired?"
"Wh-what, what?!"
"Tired from dishes? You're the loser, Romi."
"Shut it!"
One more. I kneaded her shoulders.
"Kee? Ugh, what?"
"What? Massaging 'cause you've been at it so long."
"Why today of all days, uhn."
"Plenty of girls avoid getting hands wet, but you're diligent. Finish up."
Rub rub, rub rub. Light strokes at first, then firmer as I got drunk on her scent.
Each time, she shuddered exaggeratedly, cheeks flushing. She was feeling it. Like a proper woman.
So damn cute.
Teasing, I kneaded hard.
"Ughit!"
She hunched her chest, thrust her hips back defensively—and her plump ass smacked my raging hard-on. Tang tang♡
Oh, what texture... Fuck, almost came.
Zero dating experience. Cumming only from jerking off. And now this virgin dick colliding with sexy, slender, firm ass.
Romi finally finished the dishes and tsked. "There. Do yours alone!"
She stormed off with an angry face. I smiled.
"Tell me if you need another massage! Or if you've got worries!"
"Shut up, loser!"
She vanished upstairs. Ah, gone.
I leisurely finished the dishes. Soon, sounds came from above.
Hm, directly above is the second-floor bathroom?
Late shower, maybe. I pictured Romi naked in there.
Haa, turning me on.
Finished up skillfully, shook off the water from my hands.
The front door opened. "Ah, Mom."
"Son! You eat breakfast already?"
"Yeah. Was delicious."
"Hehe, who made it? Thanks. Wake up earlier from now on, okay?"
"Sure. Buy something? Let me help carry."
Stepmom shook her head. She hefted the bags in both hands and smiled brightly. Beautiful.
"It's fine, son!"
"Alright then."
I eyed stepmom as she headed to the living room. Peel off that one layer of clothes, and yesterday's lewd body was waiting. What would it feel like to touch? To taste?
Bet it'd be delicious.
I kept a straight face, went to the living room, and turned on the TV.
But my crotch still felt heavy. Romi's fault.
Hm, erection won't go down.
Passed some time, then headed upstairs. Bathroom was empty, but the lingering scent remained.
Body wash, probably.
I closed the door. Sat in the tub, pondering for a bit.
Door was open. But I needed a way to make her peek through it.
Something stimulating would be perfect. Hm?
Glanced around—then I saw it. Couldn't believe my eyes.
What?
It was Romi's bra. Light pink, emanating a subtle body scent that rivaled the body wash. Definitely hers.
Suddenly, an idea hit.
Wait. Got it. A way to make her peek!
Was this how Archimedes felt in the bath? A rock-solid plan formed.
I reached for the bra. My hand started trembling.
There was only one thing to do with this.