My Friend's Mom Is Insanely Hot
"Sihyuk, want to come over for dinner at my place again today?"
Subin's voice carried more courage than it had the day before, along with an eagerness she couldn't quite hide. Even though Chaerin had interrupted her confession, she seemed genuinely happy about the positive things I'd said regarding HSDD.
I nodded at her invitation without hesitation. Chaerin didn't refuse either. When both of us agreed to go, Subin lit up and casually linked her arm through mine. The soft, full press of her breast against my forearm made the corner of my mouth twitch.
Chaerin saw it and let out a short, incredulous laugh. Then, as if to make a point, she hooked her own arm through my other side—harder than Subin, with a possessive squeeze that said she owned me. That arm got crushed against her chest too, and it felt just as good. I wanted to grab both pairs of breasts and knead them right then and there.
This feels just like being a king.
I walked along in complete satisfaction, the breasts of two women who ranked in the top one percent of Korean beauty pressed against both my arms. Other women we passed stared with a mix of envy and jealousy. It wasn't me they were jealous of—it was Chaerin and Subin they envied.
When we arrived at Subin's house, a cozy, warm air welcomed us in. We dropped our bags and gathered around the living-room table to pick up the board game we'd started last time—buying land, selling it, getting stranded on uninhabited islands. I pretended to focus on the game, but my eyes kept drifting to Chaerin and Subin's bodies.
Every time Chaerin leaned forward to check the dice, I caught a glimpse of white underwear and cleavage through the loose neckline of her top. Every time Subin stretched out a hand for a card, her slender wrist and pale nape came into view. Every little movement stirred the male animal inside me. After experiencing the fellatio of countless college girls and sex with the health teacher and Seol-noona, my body had grown far more sensitive to women than before.
"You two both major in economics, right? How were classes?"
I spoke up first, hoping to shift the mood.
"Boring. I thought we'd learn how to make money, but all we do is memorize terms."
Chaerin shook her head as she answered. Subin gave a small nod of agreement.
"Later I'll make tons of money and buy you both lots of delicious food."
At Chaerin's words, Subin and I both burst out laughing. We kept playing, laughing and chatting, and an hour slipped by before we knew it. Just as we were starting to get tired of the game, Subin hesitated a moment, then carefully suggested something.
"Want to look at some old photo albums together? It might help Sihyuk get his memories back."
"Albums?"
When I sounded curious, Subin dashed off to the study as if she'd been waiting for the chance and came back with a thick album lightly dusted with age. We settled side by side on the sofa and opened it. The first page showed the three of us standing together, looking like middle-schoolers.
"Whoa, remember this? Sihyuk, you almost got kidnapped by some random van that showed up out of nowhere."
"Me?"
"Yeah. Subin and I started screaming and blocking the way, and Subin's aunt who happened to be nearby stepped in and helped."
"Ah… I guess that happened."
I had no memory of it at all, but Chaerin's vivid description made the scene flicker vaguely in my mind. And "Subin's aunt" was a name I was hearing for the first time. Looking back, it seemed the old me had a pretty rough time because of women.
We spent a long while laughing and talking over the albums, and before we knew it the sky outside had grown dark. Chaerin, who'd drunk a ton of soda, headed to the bathroom, while Subin and I started putting the albums away. As I was sliding one back onto the shelf, something odd struck me.
"Why aren't there any photos from before middle school?"
We were childhood friends. From the diary, it seemed we'd been close since before kindergarten. So why were there only photos of us together from middle school onward? At my question Subin's body went still. It was only for a second, but I sensed her hesitating over something.
"…The albums with the older photos got lost when we moved. It's a shame—if we still had them I would've shown you today."
Something about the answer felt off and I was about to press further when the front door opened.
"I'm home, Subin."
A languid yet elegant voice. I turned my head and a woman stepped into view. The person who walked into the living room looked so much like Subin… her older sister? For a moment I even thought her sister might be a model or actress. Thick, luxurious blonde hair swayed over her shoulders, and her features were as sharply defined as a sculpture. The form-fitting office look she wore left her unreal body completely unhidden. Sharp blue eyes swept the living room and paused on me. Pretty, but strict and flawless—that was my first impression.
"Oh my, we have guests. Sihyuk, is that you? Nice to see you."
She recognized me and the stern look softened into a gentle smile.
"Hello… uh, Subin's older sister…?"
"What?"
At my words she covered her mouth and laughed as if delighted. It was a refined laugh that was hard to describe—just hearing it made you feel good. That single laugh melted the atmosphere in an instant. Even her smile was that elegant. I couldn't help admiring it inwardly.
"Older sister? I'm Subin's mother."
"Ah? Wait, what? Wow, you look incredibly young. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you."
I wasn't joking. Subin's mother looked no older than her early-to-mid twenties no matter how you sliced it. Did women age slowly in this world? Or was this woman just special? I was thoroughly confused.
"Not at all. I'm the one who should thank you for thinking I look young."
Chaerin, who'd finished washing her hands and come out of the bathroom, spotted Subin's mother and greeted her too.
"Auntie, you're back?"
"Chaerin came too. It's been a while."
Even though this was the first time I was seeing her face, she spoke as if she knew both Chaerin and me very well. Hiding behind the shield of amnesia, I gave an awkward smile.
"Ah, right. You have amnesia. I'm sorry."
She walked over and held out her hand.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Subin's mother, Han Danbi."
When I took her hand I was struck by fresh surprise. Up close it was clear she didn't just look young because of makeup—she truly was. Her beautiful face was the spitting image of Subin's, but the mature aura forged by the years gave her an elegant presence. Her body was even more so. Larger breasts than Subin's, a slender waist, and wide hips—she was sex itself, pure arousal for any man. When she gazed at me with those light-blue eyes and smiled, my heart dropped with a heavy thump.
So this is a real MILF…
"Back in the day you siblings used to play at our house all the time. We lived in the same neighborhood and moved here together."
She unpacked, sat on the sofa, and naturally steered the conversation by talking about old memories. Chaerin seemed to know her well too and chatted comfortably.
"It's been so long since we had guests—Auntie will treat you to something delicious. What do you want to eat?"
She pulled out her wallet as she asked. Chaerin and Subin excitedly shouted for jokbal and raw fish, and she cheerfully ordered delivery. A little later the living-room table was covered with glistening jokbal, fresh sashimi, a bit of whiskey, and two bottles of soju.
"Go on, eat plenty."
Danbi-ssi… or should I say Danbi-noona? Danbi-ajumma? She looked so young that every form of address felt awkward. Anyway, Danbi-ssi personally placed a glossy piece of jokbal on my plate. That kind gesture gradually eased the awkwardness I'd been feeling. The four of us sat around the table and enjoyed dinner in a warm, lively atmosphere.
"Food Auntie buys is always the best!"
Chaerin downed a shot of soju and spoke cheerfully. Subin smiled softly beside her and nodded.
"Drink as much as you want. There's more liquor."
Danbi-ssi watched us with a contented smile and refilled our glasses. Caught up in the first family-like atmosphere I'd ever felt, I knocked back several glasses in a row. Once the alcohol hit, my body loosened and my mood lifted. We kept drinking until the soju bottles eventually ran dry.
"Oh, we're out of soju. I'll go buy more!"
Chaerin shot to her feet. Subin said she'd go with her and stood up as well. Just like that, Chaerin and Subin headed for the front door, leaving Danbi-ssi and me alone in the living room. A slightly awkward silence settled between us. She was the one who broke it.
"Sihyuk."
Her voice, already lightly flushed with drink, was even softer and more languid than before.
"Is our Subin doing well at the academy? She's so introverted I always worry."
"Yes. She's doing fine. Since she's in the same class as Chaerin and me, it should be even better."
"That's a relief. Having you by her side really puts my mind at ease."
She looked at me with eyes full of genuine gratitude. Then, after a brief hesitation, she lowered her voice as if confiding a secret.
"You may have forgotten, but… Subin is a child I conceived alone with sperm from a bank and raised by myself. Because of my work I was always busy, so she was lonely from a young age."
Hearing her talk about her own daughter with that young face made it a little hard to relate, but I listened as quietly as I could.
"Then you and Chaerin appeared and became her friends. If you hadn't been there for her back then… just imagining what might have happened to her is terrifying. I'm truly grateful."
The corners of her eyes had grown moist.
"If you're ever sick or going through something hard, tell me anytime. I work at a hospital, so I can help with anything."
At her sincere words I nodded.
"Yes, I will. I'm happy I've gotten close with Subin again too."
At my answer a bright smile bloomed on her face.
"What a good boy. I'm grateful as well. Come on—shall we toast with Auntie?"