Night of Frenzy 2
She still felt a twinge of regret that the cute little brother who had once been so much smaller than her had grown into such a solid, dependable man—yet at the same time she couldn’t help thinking that he had become a fine, impressive younger brother who would hold his own anywhere.
And whoever ended up partnered with him tonight, she decided, was going to be one very lucky woman.
Closing the door carefully behind her, she even found herself wondering whether she ought to set him up with someone tonight.
Han Pan, completely unaware of any of this, only realized how late he was and hurriedly began to dress.
The faint trail of perfume So-jo had left behind lifted his spirits more than he expected. That musky, seductive scent stirred something deep inside him.
He still couldn’t quite believe that the notorious tomboy who had spent her childhood causing one disaster after another had somehow grown into a proper lady. The sexy side of his sister he had never noticed before made his heart pound in a way that was entirely new.
These were feelings he had never once harbored toward her.
His mind was a tangle, but he still pulled out the black suit he had been saving, slipped on a white shirt, and stepped into the trousers and jacket. Standing before the mirror, he styled his hair. It was short enough that there wasn’t much to do, yet he still wanted to look his best.
The thought of the beautiful women who would be there tonight set his heart racing.
He debated a tie, then decided against it, simply leaving the top two buttons of his shirt undone for a clean, open look. He sprayed cologne on his wrists, dabbed a careful touch behind each ear, then gave the zipper of his trousers, the inside of his jacket, and finally his hair one last mist.
He turned a full circle in front of the mirror for a final check, decided he looked pretty damn good, and left his room for the living room downstairs.
Mi-ho and So-jo were already ready, sitting on the sofa watching television.
So-jo sat with her legs crossed; the dress was so tight it left nothing of her thigh line to the imagination. On her feet she wore extremely high heels—black, with soles the same blood-red as her lipstick, slim and wickedly sexy.
On the other side sat their mother in a white silk dress. It vaguely recalled a cheongsam: sleeves covering two-thirds of her arms, the hem falling past her knees to mid-calf. Compared with the mature looks she usually wore, it felt fresh and light, making her appear far younger than her actual age.
The two of them looked almost like sisters. He thought the makeup and clothing styles suited them both perfectly.
Mi-ho, like So-jo, wore very high heels, though hers were open at the back, a thin leather strap fastening around her slender ankles. Pure, spotless white shoes that looked brand-new, not a speck of dust on them.
As he came down, So-jo sensed his presence, spotted him, and smiled. Mi-ho turned her head as well. She rose to greet him.
The moment she stood and took a step, he finally saw the dress properly.
It was striking. A long, dramatic slit ran up the left leg, exposing the entire thigh—so high it nearly reached her pubic bone. Walking or sitting, her whole thigh was on display. At the very top of the slit a thin, elegant gold metal ornament served as a focal point; the glimpse of her pubic area between it felt deliberately provocative.
It gave her the air of a high-class call girl. The kind of look, he thought, you might get if you ordered a companion to a five-star hotel.
Han Pan came down into the living room wearing a dazed, enchanted smile at the daring design his mother had chosen.
So-jo rose as he approached, slung her bag from the coffee table over her shoulder, and said,
“You came down pretty fast…”
While So-jo chided him, Mi-ho was thoroughly pleased with how splendidly her son had dressed. He was pure sex appeal. The suit fit his magnificent body perfectly. It was an older piece and a little tight, but that only made the way the fabric clung to him even more seductive.
“Son, you look so handsome. Turn around for me once.”
Han Pan slowly turned a full circle in front of her. Mi-ho gazed at him with rapturous eyes. She could truly feel that her boy had grown up. He had become a man who could marry anytime without it seeming strange, and a flood of emotions washed over her.
The idea of going to a party together with her fully grown son still didn’t quite feel real. Yet at the same time, alongside the feelings of a mother, the part of her body between her thighs sent her a fierce sexual signal—the animal instinct of a female who wanted her son’s cock buried deep inside her cunt.
The sudden urge startled Mi-ho, but she forced it down and offered a gentle, maternal smile.
Standing beside her, So-jo also felt the same raw animal instinct flare to life as she took in his figure. The mysterious, macho charm radiating from her younger brother left her briefly dazed. He was sex itself. It was a new kind of feeling she had never experienced before, and it left her heart complicated.
Less skilled at controlling her emotions than Mi-ho, she denied the feeling as best she could and hurried them both along.
“Let’s go already! We’re late!”
“Yeah… okay, let’s hurry.”
Mi-ho snapped out of her daze at So-jo’s urging, startled, and nodded.
So-jo turned and hurried down to the underground garage first. Mi-ho watched her daughter’s retreating back, then looked at Han Pan as he stepped closer and spoke softly.
“Son…”
“Yeah, Mom.”
“Stay close to Mom tonight, all right?”
Beneath the quiet tone, the thought flashed through Mi-ho like lightning: she would have to keep every bitch who approached her son at the party away from him. There would certainly be females eyeing him, and she had been given the heavy duty of protecting him from them.
“Yeah… got it.”
Han Pan gave an embarrassed little smile. That pure smile of his looked incredibly sexy. His naked body was already plenty attractive, but seeing the black suit—that magical item—wrapped around him made Mi-ho’s heart race. Looking at the son she had raised, wild yet somehow gentle at the same time, she suddenly pictured herself impaled on his cock right then and there.
Han Pan could see both the tender expression of a mother and the raw sexual hunger of a female coexisting on Mi-ho’s face. Compassion and obscenity lived side by side. Watching her display two completely opposite emotions at once, he briefly wondered which one was really his mother.
He looked at Mi-ho, then glanced toward the stairs leading down to the garage where So-jo had disappeared. Confirming no one was there, he leaned in to kiss her.
Sensing his intention, she tilted her face slightly back and said,
“You’ll smear my pretty lipstick…”
“…”
“Stick out your tongue.”
Han Pan extended his tongue far forward. Mi-ho parted her pink-painted lips and stretched out her own tongue as well. He found her rather long, slender tongue intensely lewd. As she pushed her face closer, their tongues met and immediately coiled around each other in midair like two snakes attacking.
Time raced by while they savored the sweet sensation of each other’s tongues—until a voice from below made them jump.
“I said we’re late!”
Both of them snapped back to reality and looked toward the stairs. Mi-ho forced a smile; Han Pan dropped his gaze with an awkward little grin of his own.
“Let’s go.”
Mi-ho took his hand and led him down toward the garage. Han Pan followed close behind.
So-jo stood waiting by the car, frowning at their late arrival.
“Sorry, sorry…”
Han Pan raised a hand in apology. Mi-ho tossed him the car key.
“Han Pan drives. We ladies deserve an escort tonight.”
He caught the key. He took the driver’s seat while Mi-ho and So-jo settled into the back. The engine roared to life with its distinctive growl. Han Pan eased the car out of the house and soon onto the main road.
In the back seat the two women chattered away like excited girls, mostly about fashion. It wasn’t a subject Han Pan knew much about, so he simply listened quietly, letting their voices wash over him.
At a red light, Mi-ho looked at her son gripping the wheel and spoke.