Miyeon's Maternal Love and Her Bratty Daughter

Watching Jeong Sangmi's masturbation show had left me aching to bury myself in a hot, squelching pussy. Park Eunjeong, though, had to hold out until nightfall, and Lee Jueun was at work. Which left Lee Jiseon... I was turning that over when a knock sounded at the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's the landlady."

A woman's voice. The building owner's wife. She'd shown up sooner than I expected, which caught me a little off guard.

The room was a disaster — nothing you'd want a landlord to see. Not that it mattered to me.

I heaved myself up with a grunt and opened the front door.

The landlady stood there, and the look on her face said my appearance had startled her. Fair enough. I still hadn't washed, the room reeked, and the place was a wreck. Anyone would have been taken aback.

But among the suggestions I'd planted in advance, there were ones prepared for exactly this kind of situation. Heh heh heh.

"I figured I should come by after that call earlier."

"Ah... thank you."

I'd barely gotten the words out when a younger woman's voice cut in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠from beside her.

"Mom. Here."

A woman who looked vaguely familiar stepped into view and handed the landlady a paper bag. She'd called her Mom, so this had to be the daughter...

The contempt and disdain in the girl's eyes as she looked at me unlocked the memory. I knew exactly where I'd seen her.

She was the one who'd chewed me out for not sorting the recycling when I'd gone downstairs to throw it out. That wasn't even the half of it. She'd been behind the wheel of a BMW, watched me park, and smirked like I was a joke. I'd crossed paths with her on the stairs more times than I could count, and every time those same contemptuous eyes had raked over me. A rude, insufferable bitch — that was all I'd taken her for. And she was the landlady's daughter.

My blood pressure spiked. Motivation came roaring back to life.

Someone once said revenge is what gives you the strength to endure a hard life. After burning myself out getting even with Jeong Sangmi, that same hunger was waking up again — the hunger to thoroughly ruin someone.

The daughter handed her mother the paper bag, flicked a glance into my room, and then — sure enough — stared at me with that same look of pity and contempt.

That's right... look down on me all you want. Put your back into it. Give it everything you've got, you bitch.

I'll pay it back a hundredfold.

"I'm leaving."

"Come home early today!"

The daughter didn't even bother answering. She just turned on her heel and headed down the stairs.

"She listens to me less and less these days..."

Left alone with me, the landlady muttered it to herself and looked back in my direction.

There was no hiding her age, but she was still a graceful, beautiful woman. You could tell at a glance that she was a genuinely kind person, and her voice and the way she spoke only confirmed it.

She'd come down here herself. I couldn't just leave her standing in the hallway.

"Would you like to come in? I can't have the landlady visit and not even offer her a cup of coffee."

I ushered her inside.

Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have dreamed of setting foot in a room like this... but she already felt sorry for me. She already pitied me.

And there was one more thing.

"Well then, excuse me."

She stepped inside without hesitation and closed the door behind her.

The automatic lock clicked shut. I'd never heard a happier sound. It felt exactly like a woman I'd paid to come over walking into my place.

I meant to sit her down in the middle of the room, but there wasn't a clean spot anywhere. So I had her perch on the edge of the bed, as naturally as I could manage.

"Sorry. The room's a mess... sit here, at least."

"Alright..."

Her round ass, hidden beneath a comfortable dress, settled onto my sheets. Age had taken the spring out of it, but there was no denying it was beautiful.

I set a pot of water to boil, unfolded a small folding table in front of the bed, and set out two coffee cups and two packets of instant mix.

"Things have been hard lately, haven't they?"

Even her voice was so warm. Just listening to it made you want to pour your heart out — the voice of a woman overflowing with kindness.

"Yeah... I left my job a little while ago and I haven't been able to find another one. Haah... I'm sorry."

"Oh, no... don't you dare apologize. I can only imagine how difficult this must be..."

"So I've been out day and night looking for work, but nothing's coming through."

"Mm..."

Day and night, I'd been making the rounds, all right. The karaoke bar, motels, the park ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠parking lot, the supermarket parking lot. Of course, I wasn't looking for work — I was looking for pussies to put it in.

"It's Minha, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"What kind of work did you do before?"

I handed her a warm cup of instant coffee and started talking. What I'd done at my old company, where I'd lived before moving here — I gave her the rough outline of who I was, answering whatever she seemed curious about.

She listened with complete attention, nodding along the whole time. The way she held her coffee cup in both hands, demure and careful, said everything about the kind of person she was.

Her age was a drawback, sure... but a woman like this deserved to be cherished and loved. The idea of just bleeding her for money and fucking her a few times when I got bored had completely evaporated.

"It must have been so hard. You should have told me sooner. Going through all that alone..."

"No, it's my problem. I should handle it myself."

"Minha..."

She set her empty cup on the table and slowly took my hand.

"You don't have to pay this month's rent. Next month's either. Don't worry about rent at all until you find a new job and start getting paid, alright?"

"What? No... you don't have to go that far..."

"It's fine. Skipping your rent a few times won't affect how I live in the slightest. So don't give it another thought. Just take it easy for now and rest."

"Thank you. Ma'am..."

"Being called 'ma'am' makes me feel a little uncomfortable, actually. From now on, just call me Auntie. That's more comfortable for me too."

"Auntie?"

"Yes."

"Alright, Auntie."

"Aigoo..."

The moment I said Auntie, she looked genuinely moved. She drew me into a gentle hug.

"That's right. From now on, this auntie will look after you, so don't you worry about a thing, Minha. I'm sorry... I haven't paid nearly enough attention to you..."

She even patted my back as she said it.

This woman... there was no way I couldn't love her.

"Thank you, Auntie."

I answered her like that and quietly wrapped my arms around her back and waist. My face came to rest naturally against her slender, elegant neck. She didn't pull away. She just stayed still.

With every breath, I took in her scent. It was the scent of a woman in her late forties. Even among women in their forties, it was nothing like Lee Jiseon, who was still on the younger end.

But leaving your age alone — not hiding it, just letting it be — was something only a person who truly loved themselves could do. For a woman who cared about her looks, that was genuinely rare.

"What's your name, Auntie?"

I asked while we were still holding each other.

"It's Miyeon. Kim Miyeon. Just call me Auntie Miyeon."

"Auntie Miyeon..."

"Being held by you like this... it puts my mind at ease. It feels really good."

"Does it? I'm glad to hear that. If this is any help at all..."

"It feels wonderful."

"Heehee. Oh... I almost forgot."

As if something had just occurred to her, Miyeon let go of me and stood up. The moment her body left mine, I missed it. Her embrace had been that warm, that soft.

"These are nutritional supplements and vitamins. I brought them in case you needed them."

She handed me the paper bag her brat of a daughter had given her.

"Whoa, these are expensive...!"

"The harder things get, the more you have to take care of your body. Have you been eating properly?"

Her gaze drifted toward the sink and the refrigerator. One look at the instant food was all it took. Her face filled with worry as she opened the fridge door.

"Oh my... tsk tsk tsk. You've been living off this?"

Miyeon turned back to me with a look of genuine distress — the exact expression a parent would wear upon discovering how their child had been living.

"Well... I mean, as long as I fill my stomach..."

"That's not good enough. The harder things get, the better you need to eat, or your spirits will sink right along with everything else. This won't do. I'm going to pack you some things from my place. Come with me."

"What? No, I'm fi—"

"Come on. Hurry up and follow me."

Miyeon took my arm and led me out of the studio. Just like that, I found myself heading up to the building owner's home on the fourth floor.

Between the third and fourth floors, a barred partition and a door lock had been installed so that only Miyeon and her daughter could pass through. Beyond that, you still had to unlock the front door of the fourth-floor unit itself.

This was my first time inside Miyeon's home. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Unlike the other floors, which were carved into studios and two-room units, Miyeon's place occupied the entire fourth floor. It was enormous.

She led me into a kitchen several times the size of my studio and sat me down in a chair beside the dining table.

"Just a moment. Let me ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pack you some kimchi first. You don't have any kimchi in your room, do you?"

"No."

"I thought as much... good heavens, then what have you even been eating..."

She muttered to herself as she opened the kimchi fridge and pulled out a container. As she bent forward in that thin dress, the panty line of her ass stood out in sharp relief. Especially the crotch, right down the center...