Just a Kiss, Maybe♡
The next day, early evening. I'd finished my workout and stepped out of the shower. Today had been another packed, fulfilling day. Time to head home?
Whew. On top of that, when I chatted with the gym owner, I had to listen to his usual chatter while training. I got it, though. He's always wanted me to make my official debut.
He's just excited about it. Couldn't blame him. I chuckled softly. Must be that great for him—the gym owner who's always rooted for my success. It made it feel even more special.
"Si-hyeok, aigoo, the treasure of our gym!"
"When did I become a treasure?"
"Hmm, from the start? Hahaha!"
"Gym owner, come on."
I shrugged. As people trickled out one by one, I turned back to him. He was beckoning me over, his lips twitching with a grin.
"The zombie rep gave me your schedule."
"Already?"
"Yep! In three weeks—main event for Occult Fight Night 7!"
"Oh ho."
Not as surprised as I thought I'd be. It was expected. After that performance, anything less than main card would've been a problem. Now I was curious about the opponent. Didn't matter who, but...
The organization's roster is stabilizing around now. Time to strike hard and make my mark. Just imagining it was fun. I asked casually,
"Who's the opponent?"
"Robert Curry. Guy was in the WFC out of the US, went 0-3 and got cut."
Curry? Sounds tasty. Hope he is.
"Hm."
"Don't get cocky. Fast hands, and he's a hard puncher. Even a jab'll make 'em wobble."
I grinned. Despite those strengths, he couldn't hack it in the WFC? Must have some fatal flaw no amount of talent could cover.
The gym owner fiddled with his pad and nodded. "But his ground game's his kryptonite."
"Is that so? Sounds fun."
Already, my mind was buzzing with a million ways to cook him up. WFC alum meant plenty of value in devouring him. Training plan was key too.
Striking practice, for sure. Not out of ground pride. I planned to beat Curry standing. Textbook ground win over a ground-weak fighter? Boring. No star power there.
Eat some curry and rocket to contender status. I was confident. Like I'd been born for this path. My heart pounded endlessly. Just thinking about it made me happy.
The gym owner asked, "So, when you starting your cut?"
"No need yet. About a week out."
"Right, you're tougher than anyone at weight cuts. No worries there."
"Worry a little. You'll hurt my feelings."
We both chuckled, eyeing each other. He sighed.
"Still can't believe it. You, main card in our country's top org."
"Just the beginning."
"I believe in you."
"I'll make the gym proud!"
"Jin-ho's got Guardian FC next month too."
Surprised. Class act. Straight to Korea's #1 org.
"Oh, needs a sparring partner?"
"You'd be perfect."
"Sounds fun."
My lips twitched already. Up till now, gym sessions were obligatory, half on autopilot. But from here? Pure fun. And with Seung-hee there too?
If Seung-hee becomes women's champ in Guardian or OFN someday? Amour Draka world for real. Things were about to get really interesting. The gym owner asked excitedly, like a kid.
"What's your endgame?"
"Champion, obviously. Dominate domestically or go straight to WFC with big wins."
"Kuh, big dreams."
"Got the confidence."
Nothing could stop me. No one could. I'd already scaled the impossible wall of incest.
Transcended, basically. What was there to fear? Finished up with the gym owner and headed out. No complacency, but victory was mine.
Confidence feels good. I headed home, sunset at my back. Night would fall soon. I slipped out my phone.
Time to check. Peeked at the usual back account. Stepmom's secret porn one. She was still flooding it with slutty pics. Had to admire it. Mastering that lewd body to the max.
So blatant. That primal urge to vent her lust on the sly! MILF magic. She must be lonely. No one to satisfy her. Easy fix—I'd be that guy. Got home.
Heart's racing for no reason. Tonight, seduce stepmom. Throw in some blackmail spice. Wonder how she'll react? Giddy, I crossed the garden and opened the door.
No one's home? Kitchen smelled amazing. No people, though. Up to my room. Listened—house empty. Romi and Sis out.
Just stepmom and me. Perfect timing? Licking my lips, I went to my room. Glanced at the drone. Without it, I'd never have known the truth. Time to use it.
Let's do this. Headed down. Stepmom prepping dinner. Approached her.
"Oh, you're back? Sit, let's eat. Almost ready."
"Yes!"
Grinned and helped. Set the table, stretched. Glorious spread as always. But... off today. Something weird?
Huh? What is it? Peeked closer. Seasoned oysters, clams—tons of stamina-boosting stuff. What's the intent? Like wife-level for a husband?
"Hehe, tasty, right?"
She caught my look, smiled warmly. What the hell.
"Ah, yeah. All premium stuff."
"My boy's got big efforts coming. Wanna help!"
"Aha."
Tourney prep, three weeks out. Funny, though. That "help" line hit different.
I can help plenty. If I want. She sat. I slid in next to her. She blinked, surprised.
"Oh, son? Suddenly?"
"Just us tonight. Wanna eat by Mom. That okay?"
Looked at her innocently. She shook her head, smiled softly. So warm.
"Hehe, of course. Welcome aboard?"
"Hehe."
Digging in. No Romi or Sona—whole vibe different. No jealousy. Perfect one-on-one.
Tried the sides, amazed. So damn good. How's she this skilled? Romi and Sis cook okay, but stepmom? Peak. Not just tasty—life's wisdom in every bite.
Feels like stamina surging real-time. Insane. If this were a game, buffs popping nonstop. She rubbed my back. Even that touch felt charged.
"Son, good?"
"Yes! Amazing! Hyaa."
"Eat up. Hehe, glad."
"Right? Haha."
Glanced at her, kept eating. Heart pounding nonstop. Finally finished. She did dishes. I cleaned up. Pulled out my phone.
Showtime. Slid behind her, pressed close, ground between her legs. She jolted.
"Wha, helping?"
"Yeah. Different kind."
"What? Eek, you're in the way—move."
"How 'bout this?"
Back-hugged her. She froze mid-dish. Plate clattered. Only sink water and her ragged breaths.
"W-wait, no joking!"
"Not joking."
"You're my son. Can't you stop?"
"But with that slutty body, how could I not want it?"
"What kinda talk is that?"
"This kind."
Showed the phone. Drone footage played. Her lewd photoshoot in full view. Horror bloomed on her face.
"Th-this? How?!"
"Caught by chance. Dad not satisfying you? So you do this?"
"N-no. Just once!"
"Doubt it. A taken woman? Hyaa."
Flashed the back account too. Her eyes shook. Crisis mode. Whispered in her ear,
"Mom, be honest with yourself. You're lonely. Need a man to share it."
"Th-that... stop, please."
"I like you for real. Won't tell Dad."
She flinched. Like it'd leak any second. Guessed I could spill if I wanted. Smiled, stroked her cheek.
Whoa, midlife MILF skin? Insanely soft! Beyond belief. Maybe better maintained than Romi or Sona's. She trembled. Shrugged her shoulders, hugged warmer.
"Don't shake. You want it too, right?"
"Eek, want what?"
"Me not as son, but man."
"No, ngh, please."
"Just a kiss. Maybe."
Went straight in. Covered her lips, licked. She rigid, disbelieving. Pried in, tongue first.
"Slurp smack."
"Stop, mmph! Stohmp, heuph! Hngph!"
She pushed back weakly. No chance against my strength. Held tight, swirled tongue bolder. Teased her shy one, flicked up.
"Sluuurp!"
"Mmph! Heuk, euph!"
Ravaged roughly. Tears welled in her eyes. Taboo thrill shook me. Inhaled her scent mid-kiss.
"Haa."
"Hngk, haa, haa."
Ended it. Pulled back slow. Not over. Just starting.
"Take time. Decide."
"Hngh, haa, decide what?"
"You know. Be honest with yourself."
Grinned, headed up. Solid start.
Dropping her flat now? Basically rape. I'll win her heart. Wonder when she'll say yes? Time was on my side anyway.