Only the Ajumma Gets Me
I grabbed a gosi class application form and followed Woochan. It was a small classroom at the end of the third floor of the main building. The door was half-open, and about ten students were sitting inside. The desks were crammed into a space not even half the size of a regular classroom. I scanned the faces. I could tell at a glance—they were all kids who got in on family hardship scholarships and top grades.
As I pushed the door open and walked in, every pair of eyes lifted in unison. Why's the chairman's grandson here? That's what their stares screamed. I savored it, slowly taking in the room until I spotted a familiar face in the corner. A girl hunched over at the end of the front row. Thick glasses, freckles scattered across her nose. I headed straight for her.
"Oh… Freckles, you're here too."
"Fr… Freckles…?"
Her eyes flickered anxiously behind the lenses. As I stopped right beside her, the tension in the other kids eased just a bit. Their gazes started slipping away. Classic formula: one sacrifice, and the rest are safe. Quick on the uptake, or just cowards?
Woochan stood behind me, sneaking peeks at Freckles. I stifled a laugh at his awkward, nerdy vibe and asked her, "You applying here too?"
She looked up at me, shrinking a little. "Y-yeah."
"Nice. Good for you." I shoved Woochan's back, planting him in the seat next to her. "H… hi."
Woochan bowed his head in greeting. Freckles glanced at him over her glasses, then at me, and gave a quick nod. I pulled out a chair beside Woochan and sat.
"Come to think of it, what's your name again?"
"…Pa… Park Yejin."
"Got it. Nice to meet you, Yejin."
"N-nice to meet you too."
"I'm Woochan. Glad to meet you."
Woochan bowed again. Yejin just nodded slightly, and silence fell. I smirked, watching the two total losers fumble through their awkward hellos. Same clumsy vibe, like they had no clue where to even start.
I leaned my chair back, eyeing the room. Every head was bowed, avoiding my gaze, pretending to stare at their forms. "Yejin, you study much?"
"Huh? W-well… kinda?"
"Compared to Woochan."
"…He's better."
"Th-thanks."
"What're you thanking her for?" Woochan scratched the back of his head, embarrassed. Yejin turned her head slightly, but I caught the tiny upward twitch of her lips.
"B-but… why're you here?"
She looked up at me, bolder now—actually asking a question. I rested my chin on my hand, fixing her with a stare, and she flinched, shoulders hunching.
"Heard Woochan was doing it, so I figured I'd tag along." I nodded toward Woochan, and her eyes darted between us. He gave a wry smile.
Then the door opened, and a woman stepped up to the podium. Kim Jinhee. She set down a stack of files and scanned the room.
"Nice to meet you all. As you probably know, I'm Kim Jinhee, your math teacher, and I'll be overseeing your gosi class prep from now on."
Her gaze swept the students, then froze at the back. Our eyes met. Her brows narrowed slightly.
"You've all filled out your forms—bring them up front."
They got up one by one to submit. I slipped mine in too. She glanced at the name, then called after me as I turned. "Jinho?"
"Yes."
"Hang back a sec. We need to talk after."
I glanced over my shoulder with a grin. "Sure. Sounds good to me."
Her lips pressed into a thin line. A one-on-one chat… exactly what I wanted.
First day, so no actual lessons. Jinhee explained the gosi class setup from the podium: claim a spot like your own study room, unlimited access to materials. A study-only environment, zero costs. Pass, and you get scholarships too. I propped my chin, listening while my mind crunched the numbers. These kids graduate, land government jobs, and boom—school connections. Top scorers nationwide; at least one or two hit big positions. The foundation builds its network, factions form. Private school foundation? No one bats an eye. Smart play, old man.
I glanced around at their focused faces. No idiots here—they got the value instantly. Woochan and Yejin too. Explanations wrapped, kids started filing out. I headed to the podium.
"Can I talk now?"
"No, right here. Give me a minute."
Her face toward me was stone-cold. To the leaving students, she flashed a smile and nod. "Wait?" Woochan whispered beside me.
"Nah, go ahead. Oh, and Yejin."
Yejin froze mid-sneak toward the door, shoulders tensing as she turned slowly. "Y-yeah?"
"Woochan'll walk you."
She glanced at him. He opened and closed his mouth. I leaned toward him, whispering, "Hyung's hooking you up."
"O-oh… okay."
Woochan took an awkward step toward her. She retreated half a step. They kept that distance as they left. I chuckled, watching, when a voice came from behind.
"Jinho."
"Yep."
Just us two now. Jinhee leaned against the podium, arms crossed.
"Why'd you apply here?"
"Thinking of taking the gosi exam."
"Don't joke."
"I'm not."
She sighed. "Fine, maybe you are. But with your family? You don't need this. You could study solo easy."
"Why? Can't I do it?"
"That's not the point…"
Her mouth opened, closed. "Don't disrupt the hard workers."
I smirked. "Me disrupt? They're not holding me back?"
Her eyes sharpened. "How can you say that about kids grinding?"
"Teacher, wanna bet?"
"…Me? Why?"
"You said I'm dragging them down."
Her lips shut. "Ace the midterms, and you grant me one wish. Deal?"
"Shouldn't every student try hard?"
"You just dissed me."
"Trying's good for you, sure. But a bet? You watch too many mangas."
Her eyes bored into me. "Do what you want. But disrupt, and you're out."
She grabbed her files and turned. As she walked, her blouse hugged her slim waist, pencil skirt accentuating the sway of her hips, sheer stockings gleaming. Watching made my cock twitch hard. What face would that sharp glare make pinned under me? When it melted into ecstasy? Couldn't stop imagining. Thought I'd hold off today, but no way I can sleep like this. I pulled out my phone and called Ayoung.
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I took a taxi, waited at the bus stop near the rental apartments. A familiar gait appeared in the distance. She scanned around, spotted me, and hurried over. Up close, her lips were glossed. Ayoung, usually bare-faced around me, had dolled up a bit since I called.
"Oh… what's up today?"
"Washed the car, so taxi."
"Car wash?"
"You got too excited yesterday, ajumma."
Her face flushed crimson, head dropping. "S-sorry."
I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "It's fine. Wash it off, good as new."
She shrank into my arm but stayed put. "Not much time today…"
"Why?"
"Told Woochan I was grabbing something quick."
I scowled, and she rushed on. "Y-you called sudden. Had to improvise."
I burst out laughing. "Just missed you, that's all."
She looked up. Her gaze dropped to my waist and back. "That's why no car. For sex, you bring the car. Where here?"
"…We did it in the mart bathroom…"
She mumbled, eyes down. "Ajumma, you're getting too sharp."
I smiled, lips to her ear. "Yeah. Wanna fuck you so bad my dick's about to burst."
Her head drooped fully, earlobes scarlet. "Am I the only one? You the only one wanting sex?"
"…"
I waited. Her lips trembled, twice. Finally, a whisper: "M-me too… I want it."
"Then let's go."
"B-but… where?"
"Apartment stairs."
I grabbed her panicked hand, pulled her into the complex. Night had fallen; corridor lights flickered sparsely. CCTV around, but not stairs. Too cheap even for basic security. We slipped into the dim stairwell. Same complex, but next building's windows glowed warmly.
"Fucking pathetic and dirty, right?"
"What is?"
"They live nice, but too stingy for this."
"I-it's… fine."
She smiled. "Grateful for even this."
Her contentment with this dump soured my mood. Hated her stuck here. "Ajumma, wanna move?"
"Huh? Sudden?"
"I'll get you a place. Live there with Woochan."
Her mouth half-opened, closed. "Don't trust me?"
She gave a wry smile. "No… I know you got the cash."
Head down. "B-but this is enough for me."
Again with this. Just take it already. "Fine, suit yourself."
I spun her to grip the windowsill, hiked her skirt to her waist. Yanked panties to her knees; legs clamped instinctively. Pushed knees apart, buried my face between. Tongue slid slow from bottom of the slit upward. Pussy lips parted at the tip, hot slick flooding my mouth.
"Ha-ut…"
Her waist quivered. Fingers gripped the sill tight. Slurp. Spread her open, licked the inner walls. Sweet nectar wafted. Freshly washed, right before coming.
"H-eut…"
"Nice and clean."
"Ah… h… Thought you might call."
Always ready. "Only ajumma gets me."
Her ears burned red, shoulders hunching sweetly. Tongue plunged back in, tracing the slit up, circling the clit.
"H-eut… u-eut…"
Thighs clenched inward. Hand clamped her mouth, but moans leaked through. Flicked the clit fast; juices gushed, dripping down my chin. Knees buckled inward, thighs squeezing my head.
"Haat… st-stop…"
Words said stop, but pussy opened wider, not pushing away. I pulled back, stood. Unbuckled, dropped pants, cock sprang free. Ayoung glanced over her shoulder. Breath quickened as I tore open a condom and rolled it on. Hands readjusted on sill; fresh slick trailed inner thigh.
I gripped her ass. Pressed tip to entrance. Pussy twitched invitingly, juices coating the condom sticky. Schlup. Slow thrust in. Slick walls parted, sucking the shaft tight.
"H-uu-eut…"
She bit her lip to stifle. Muffled groan hummed from her throat. Root-deep, walls clenched vise-like. Hot, gummy flesh molded perfectly to my shape. Schlick, schlick, chup. I started slow hip rolls.
