So-jo Noona 1
The unbelievable scene that burned itself into Han Pan’s eyes was Eun-yeong, her son Won-cheol, and Im So-eun.
Won-cheol sat in the center of the sofa with both arms spread wide, his hands resting on the backs of the two women flanking him. Those women were Eun-yeong and his fiancée, So-eun. Both of them were bent forward, tongues flicking and swirling as they sucked on either side of Won-cheol’s rock-hard cock. Won-cheol’s eyes were half-lidded, his head tipped back as he savored their attention.
When Han Pan glanced to the side, he spotted Mi-ho sprawled out next to Eun-yeong. She looked like she had simply passed out from the alcohol. He turned back to the trio still lost in their mutual pleasure. He could hardly believe what he was seeing—his friend’s mother sucking her own son’s cock right alongside the woman who was about to become her daughter-in-law. The shock of it froze him in place. And yet, strangely, his own cock was already reacting, swelling hard.
So-jo, standing behind him, felt his body go rigid. She carefully eased the door shut. Han Pan watched it close with a twinge of regret and finally straightened up. So-jo leaned in close to his ear.
“What you just saw stays between us… Nobody can ever know. Got it?”
Han Pan nodded.
“Noona… but—”
She gave a small shake of her head, silently telling him now wasn’t the time. So-jo clearly already knew something. After a moment to collect herself, she knocked. She counted under her breath like a timer, then opened the door. So-jo stepped into the room first; Han Pan followed.
The air inside was thick and humid. Won-cheol, who had been wearing a jacket earlier, had stripped down; enough buttons were undone that his chest was on full display. Flanking him were his girlfriend So-eun and Eun-yeong, both leaning against him with half-glazed, drunken eyes. Mi-ho lay collapsed beside Eun-yeong, clearly far gone.
Won-cheol looked a little sheepish and started buttoning his shirt back up.
“You two have fun out there?”
Eun-yeong greeted them in a thick, tipsy voice. Han Pan noticed the wooden chopsticks with numbers written on them lying on the table in front of them and guessed they had been playing the King’s Game. So-jo looked at their mother sleeping off to the side.
“Mom looks pretty wasted…”
Eun-yeong’s cheeks were flushed as she laughed.
“Yeah, your mom’s out cold again… She’s always been such a lightweight. The second she drinks a little too much, she just drops like this. Hahaha.”
Han Pan figured it was time to head home and turned to So-jo.
“Noona, let’s get Mom home.”
“Yeah… Eun-yeong unnie, we’re gonna take off. Mom’s completely wasted.”
“Mmm… okay… got it…”
So-jo slipped Mi-ho’s arm around her neck, but she couldn’t get her up alone. Han Pan stepped in, took the other arm, and hauled her upright in one smooth motion. Mi-ho’s body hung limp and boneless. Eun-yeong helped steady her. When Eun-yeong lightly slapped Mi-ho’s cheek a few times, Mi-ho’s eyes cracked open halfway.
“Mmm… Han Pan?”
“Yeah, Mom… let’s go home.”
“Mmnya, mmnya… okay, okay… home…”
Her words were thick and slurred as she looked at Eun-yeong.
“Hey, Yoo Eun-yeong, that was fun… Let’s hang out again next time. Goodbye~!”
She waved at Eun-yeong. Won-cheol and So-eun stood to see them out of the room. Han Pan and So-jo half-carried, half-dragged Mi-ho through the crowd until they reached the club entrance. Han Pan handed the parking ticket to the attendant.
“Noona, we should call a designated driver.”
“Yeah, okay.”
A short while later their car pulled up. Mi-ho, already asleep again, and So-jo climbed into the back seat while Han Pan took the passenger side. Once the driver arrived and they gave him the address, the car pulled away.
When they finally got home and sent the driver off, Han Pan scooped Mi-ho up in his arms and carried her to her room. So-jo handled the rest. Han Pan went downstairs to the living room, shrugged off his jacket, and sank onto the sofa. He let out a long breath. The alcohol and exhaustion hit him all at once. He closed his eyes.
A moment later he heard the click of high heels approaching. When he opened his eyes, So-jo was coming down into the living room. Her slightly disheveled look struck him as surprisingly sexy. The memory of what they had just seen—and the earlier teasing—sent blood rushing straight to his cock.
“How’s Mom?”
So-jo answered in a low voice as she walked right up to him.
“She’s out cold.”
She stopped in front of him. Her eyes held his for a long moment. Han Pan stared right back. Without a word she took his hand and pulled him to his feet. They stood facing each other in silence. Then So-jo turned, still holding his hand, and led the way upstairs. Han Pan followed without speaking.
As she climbed the stairs, the lower half of her dress stretched tight. Han Pan’s gaze traced the line of her ass, the sharp inward curve of her waist and hips—everything about it was insanely sexy. His cock swelled fast; his heart hammered with anticipation.
So-jo headed straight for his room, opened the door, and drew him inside. She turned and sat on the edge of the bed. Han Pan looked down at her. Their eyes locked. Neither spoke, but a thick sexual tension hung between them.
So-jo stood, stepped close, and pressed a single fingertip against his chest. She pushed him backward. He retreated slowly until the backs of his legs hit the bed. There was nowhere left to go, yet she pushed harder. Han Pan lowered himself onto the mattress, propping himself up on his elbows, and looked up at her. So-jo’s eyes were shining.
“What happened tonight is our secret for life. You understand? Can you take it to the grave?”
Han Pan nodded.
So-jo glanced at the phone in his pants pocket.
“Put on something good.”
He pulled out his phone and started a track he liked—a slow, atmospheric R&B number. So-jo rested both hands on her hips.
“Strip.”
Han Pan slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His solid chest came into view. The thick, well-defined muscle between the open fabric made So-jo’s heart start racing. He tossed the shirt aside and eased his pants down. His cock strained against his underwear, the thick outline looking ready to tear through the fabric.
“Because of me?”
He nodded.
“Who else would it be for?”
“You know what we’re about to do, right?”
Instead of answering he simply nodded again and reached for his waistband. So-jo stopped him.
“I’ll take those off…”
He pulled his hand back. So-jo bent down, hooked her fingers into either side of his underwear, and slowly dragged them down. His massive horse cock sprang free in all its glory. So-jo stared. It was almost the exact size of the dildo she owned. She had always known dildos were modeled after real men, but she had never expected to see one this size in the flesh—especially not on her own little brother. The thought that this thing was about to push inside her pussy sent a sharp, electric thrill racing through her entire body.
She carefully finished stripping him and tossed the underwear aside, then looked down at him with slow, deliberate appreciation. He looked like a perfectly sculpted statue—not the bulky, overdone muscles of a gym bro, but something finely balanced and designed. Every proportion was flawless. And yet the thing that truly held her captive was that enormous cock. It lay half against his stomach, thick and rigid, nodding slightly with every breath. Clear precum was already beading and slowly dripping from the tip.
“It’s beautiful…”
Han Pan smiled at the compliment.
“So are you, Noona.”
So-jo smiled back, turned around, and slowly drew down the zipper at the back of her dress. As the zipper descended, the knit fabric slid with it. Bare skin appeared, then the line of a black bra trimmed in red lace. Next came her taut waist, the full heart-shaped curve of her ass, and the thin G-string barely clinging between her cheeks—everything locked Han Pan’s eyes in place. When the dress cleared her hips and reached her thighs she simply let go. It pooled on the floor, leaving her half-naked.
Every curve and hollow was arranged with perfect beauty. It was an absolutely flawless body. Han Pan stared, utterly entranced. She looked like she could have debuted as a Victoria’s Secret Angel without a second thought. Watching him lose himself in the sight of her, So-jo smiled.