I'd Love to Lick Mom's Pussy!
Time flew by until around 10 a.m. The female part-timer arrived. I was already sitting there pretending to be a customer, sipping an iced Americano. I glanced over, and she was heading to the counter when our eyes met.
Eh, why's she startled? The part-timer whispered without thinking.
"He's super hot!"
She squealed under her breath and bolted into the staff room like she was fleeing. I chuckled to myself.
Jeong-hwa brought over a slice of shortcake. She set it down with a smile.
"Must be nice? Looks like that young girl has a crush on you."
"I've already got you, Jeong-hwa."
"Baby, you still need to date girls your own age."
I shrugged. Why bother? All I needed was to make age irrelevant or stick to the most beautiful women out there. Jeong-hwa fit right into that category.
"Jeong-hwa, you're seriously gorgeous. And you've got skills too."
"Hng♥ You're piling on the flattery♥"
She beamed. If I had to get married in theory, Jeong-hwa would actually be the best choice. She already owned her own cafe, and it was thriving. No room for envy there.
Honestly, if we married, I wouldn't have to lift a finger. She'd handle everything perfectly.
That's how amazing she was. I took her hand.
"I'm here with you right now, so don't say stuff that makes me feel bad. You're beautiful, Jeong-hwa."
"Heut♥ Thanks. Your hand feels so soft and young."
"Yeah? You've taken great care of your skin too. Makes me wanna fuck you."
"Hng♥ I could never even imagine this at your age."
I burst out laughing. I finished the cake and iced Americano she'd given me. Customers were starting to pour in, so public displays of affection were getting tricky.
"Catch you later."
"Yeah... Shame. Hehe, text me when you get home."
"Will do. Good luck today."
"I'll power through thinking of you, baby♥"
She grinned as I left the cafe. I had plans today anyway.
Time to check out those three executives or whatever.
I searched on the app. Standing near the subway station, scrolling away, something popped up. A clue. I smirked and hopped on the train, heading to the spot.
Cheonggyecheon playground nearby!
I rode the subway and got there. Did some light stretches. They were just high school punks anyway, but complacency was dangerous.
The strongest always lose stupidly to carelessness. In fighting, soccer, whatever.
That's what makes sports fun—until you're the one on the losing end. So I always gave my all, matching their level.
Even the Three Kingdoms fell to that.
So yeah, full effort it was. You could relax after winning. Finally arrived. I pulled a mask from my pocket and put it on. Stepping out of the station, I looked around.
Lots of people. That must be the playground over there? Better search as I go.
I moved cautiously. Passed the revived square and entered the alley. A friendly yet chilly vibe filled my view, with a breeze kicking up just then.
Christmas soon, and it's freezing.
Maybe because I was alone. I shook off the random thought and kept going. There it was—the playground. I whistled.
Calling this a playground? It's tiny.
I observed silently. Two hip-hop dressed punks were in sight. I'd watch first; they were chatting.
Let's see who's higher up.
Maybe two of the three execs. Or not. Better keep options open. Their voices carried over.
"So where's everyone at?"
"You know those kids from our crew who keep getting wrecked lately? Total chaos over it."
"Oh, that knife guy? Fuck. Who the hell is he?"
"Maybe some bullied kid learned MMA for revenge?"
"Separate reality from movies, dumbass."
"Uh, yeah, got it."
The fawning one grinned obsequiously. He was the underling. What were they on about?
Thought it was me at first, but I don't use knives.
So someone else was targeting them too? Interesting. How much aggro had they pulled to need extra cleanup? Maybe they'd self-destruct without me.
But I can't just wait. Gotta have my fun.
Decision made: take out the weakling first. He was harmless even asleep. I grinned wide and moved in.
Action time.
They were leaning on the slide, talking. Guess they didn't spot me. The ground was soft cushioned blocks. I launched a high kick to the back of the fawning punk's head.
Crack!
Thud.
No scream—he crumpled. Pathetic weakness. The half-shaved guy's eyes bulged.
"What the—?"
"Hey. Your bro was asking questions."
"Fuck you, dickhead!"
The punk pulled back for a punch. Always the same. Humans think, talk...
Why always start with fists?
I sighed. Orthodox stance—one-two combo to his face. Splat. He staggered and fell.
"Urk."
"With it now?"
I smirked and lightly slapped his cheek.
"You clueless fucks always wind up for full swings? Perfect bait for a one-two."
"Ugh, y-yes, sir."
No laughing at this. These losers forming crews and taking over areas? Straight out of a comic. And it was real—mind-blowing.
I whispered to the downed one.
"Hey, answer straight. You're Monster Crew, right?"
"Khk, yes."
"You an exec?"
"N-no. The execs are... elsewhere right now."
"Where?"
He shook his head. I checked the app—no more clues. Tsk. Ominous.
A bust?
Couldn't leave empty-handed. Needed more intel. Thought I'd hook a big one, but this was deflating.
"Hey, how big's your crew?"
"Ugh, well, kh."
"Take it easy. But don't stall? That kick goes between your legs next."
"Eek! W-we've got about 200."
"200?"
I tilted my head. Small? Big? Three founders, so maybe more? No—if this is just the fighters picked from schools...
Made sense. Fighters from three schools tops. Decent number. I nodded slowly.
"What do you guys do mainly?"
"N-no crimes, officer, please let me go!"
"Huh?"
"You're undercover, right? I'm just a grunt!"
He mistook me for a cop. Ridiculous. Webtoon side effect?
What cop wears a mask beating punks?
Whatever—fine by me. More confusion about my identity worked. Built character. I stood and looked down.
"Fine, question: why run in packs?"
"It... looks cool."
"For real."
"People in groups are strong!"
Comic book logic. Damn, kids these days. No idea the depths of webtoons out there. Didn't care. But kids empathizing with that? Problematic.
No cure for it.
Key question.
"Where do execs usually meet?"
"Schools mostly..."
"Good."
I soccer-kicked his face full force. He spat blood and passed out. Sighing, I left. Removed the mask.
Go to school for the real ones? Nah, hate that.
Adult man in a mask sneaking into school? No way.
Reality ain't an assassin game.
Guess I'd search more. Take out the heads, and it'd crumble. Punks like these. I walked away.
Sigh, kinda bittersweet.
Subway ride. Crowded as ever—another inner sigh.
Came this far and gotta bail empty-handed.
No choice. Solo trip, no fun otherwise. Wondered what Romi or Noona were up to. And stepmom—how deep in thought?
Am I a burden?
Uneasy. Right to go home like this? Pondered. Shook my head.
No. Home's where I belong—with the girls!
I smiled quietly. Overthought the obvious. Let out a low sigh. Reached my neighborhood. Strolled leisurely.
Still packed. Serious issue. Send aid to cities? Nah, create jobs.
Frustrated chest tight, I exited the station. Stretched and headed home. If I ran into stepmom, what then? Wait for her decision?
Just wait. Promised that much.
Respect her. Didn't want just lust. Got home. Opened the door. Stepmom in the living room.
"Si-hyeok, where've you been?"
"Mom. Uh, after-party stuff."
She nodded slowly. Cover story worked. Inner relief. Stepmom's face hardened as she spoke.
"I still don't know. How to accept you."
"Need more time?"
"So, will you show me first?"
"Me?"
Unexpected. Me make the move? Adapt to that? Intriguing. As I tilted my head, she said flatly,
"Curious how you'd treat me. Do whatever."
"Honestly, Mom, your body's amazing. Prettiest I've seen. So..."
"So?"
"I'd love to lick Mom's pussy!"
"W-what?!"
I grinned innocently.
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Noon. Geum Jeong-hwa grinning dopily at the counter. She felt like she was dreaming. The man she'd secretly wanted—her nephew, Sung Si-hyeok—was now hers.
Haa, my womb still tingles. Can I get pregnant?
She smiled, gently rubbing her lower belly. Never dreamed it'd happen. Thought she'd just watch from afar. But dreams come true.
"Boss, something good happen?"
The part-timer asked while setting down a drink. Jeong-hwa schooled her face.
"Ahem, what? No?"
"Really? That guy earlier was hot."
"Who?"
"C'mon. The one with cake and iced Americano."
"Oh, him? Looked average."
"Whaa? Boss standards! Idol-level visuals! Want a boyfriend like that. Hng."
Part-timer pouted. Jeong-hwa felt superior. The man she craved was hers. His seed inside her too.
Envy away, hehe♥
But a sigh escaped.
Going home, how to face that bitch? If she learns I fucked her son... ugh. Keep it secret.
Jeong-hwa shook her head thinking of Si-hyeok's real mom. An unspeakable secret now.