Chapter 10
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Side Menu - Landlord Mr. Lee and Seo Na-yeon (3)
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Of course, Seo Na-yeon was neither a pure woman nor a good mother.
Ten years ago, at that tender age, she got pregnant. Not from rape, but because she and Kang Tae-gu locked eyes and got all heated up, leading to sex. In short, she'd already been known around the neighborhood as a wild girl who played around—a total slut, through and through.
After getting pregnant, Kang Tae-gu dumped her, and she dropped out of middle school. She didn't abort, but that wasn't out of any maternal love; she was already five months along and couldn't.
Even after giving birth to twins, she didn't want to raise them and tried dumping them at an orphanage. Her parents, especially her mom, talked her out of it, so Na-yeon’s mother ended up taking care of the kids most of the time.
They were her own children, but at her young age, childcare felt suffocating from the inside out. In the end, she skipped middle school altogether, left the kids to her mom, and what did she do with her free time?
For the next few years, her daily life revolved around hanging out with the local delinquent gangs, who had a reputation for being pretty rowdy. Naturally, she got tangled up with all sorts of shady types, and eventually, runaway crews too. What... with her strong sex drive, it was obvious how she played around in those circles without even seeing it.
That aimless lifestyle of Na-yeon's changed when her mother's diabetes complications suddenly worsened, landing her in the hospital. Seeing her elderly mom—who'd been stuck caring for two kids while Na-yeon roamed free—her feet rotting from the advanced diabetes, brought back all the guilt Na-yeon had ignored, compounded with interest, in one crushing wave.
That trauma became one reason why Na-yeon settled down(?) afterward, staying home to watch the kids.
Anyway, back then, one of the main income sources for those runaway crews was luring johns into prostitution scams and robbing their wallets. Having indirect experience, Na-yeon knew exactly how they sucker-punched naive(?) perverted old men. So when the rent piled up and Mr. Lee, the landlord from upstairs, finally came down in person, the idea to play the femme fatale hit her like a bolt out of the blue.
"Depending on what you do, Mr. Lee, this could end up as a police report or not..."
She delivered the line calmly on the surface, but her heart pounded wildly. Was this okay? Really? Would it work?
As expected... Mr. Lee, who she'd figured would spread her legs for just four months of back rent, had turned beet red with rage. His half-bald scalp flushed like boiled octopus.
"Hey! I was cutting you some slack because you looked pitiful, a young wife and all... What the hell is this? Rape? What kind of...!"
"You gonna say that at the police station too? You know how the law works here. Anything against a guy? All that presumption of guilt bullshit?"
"...Tch..."
But pushing the threat all the way seemed risky too. Alone in the room, if she provoked him further, he might snap and turn violent for real.
'If I'd known it'd be like this... I should've just spread my legs and cried rape.'
Plus, even if she reported sexual assault based on the recording, no sex actually happened, so no semen in her pussy as hard evidence. Her own excitement had led to that mistake.
Na-yeon pondered for a moment, then decided not to push harder—better to compromise at the right point.
"...I'm not saying I'll definitely report it. Come on, you get it, right? In this harsh world, I've gotta protect my own body. Worst case, you fuck me and deny it—what can I do? That's why I recorded it, for some leverage."
"...So, what do you want?"
Na-yeon briefly considered just spreading for the landlord, but nah, she wasn't feeling it. Especially not his bald head and ugly mug. Old as dirt too, looking way older than his age—no way was she going full spread-eagle.
"Forgive one month's rent, and I'll make it worth your while, Mr. Lee."
"...You messing with me? Huh? One second you're calling me a rapist, and now...?!"
"I told you, that was just a safety net."
Mr. Lee was dumbfounded. She'd built up the mood like she was really gonna give it up, but it was just bait for the recording. Now suddenly she's offering again?
"S-So what're you saying? Huh?"
"Aw, don't get so mad~"
Bold as brass, Seo Na-yeon rubbed Mr. Lee's thigh over his pants and leaned her body close. The sudden waft of her seductive scent from her approaching curves blurred his vision.
He was furious at getting duped, head spinning with rage. But men are pathetic beasts who lose reason when horny. Mr. Lee was pissed at this brazen young wife with his brain, but his dick was even angrier, fueled by hope that this time he could have her.
"Y-You're playing me right now...?"
He tried keeping up the anger, but his voice already trembled. Seo Na-yeon climbed straight onto his lap, pressing her soft body against him as she whispered.
"I'm a married woman with a husband, so full spread's a no-go... How about this? Wipe one month's rent, and I'll pull back one step."
"W-What? What'd you say?"
"Hard of hearing? Everything but pussy penetration is fine. Per month of rent forgiven."
"..."
Gulp.
Was he gonna get duped again? Mr. Lee suspected as much, but with his dick throbbing like it might burst any second, rational thought went out the window.
"Th-Then the recording...?"
"Won't report it with that. Just keeping it for safety, like I said."
"...C-Can I really trust you?"
"As long as you don't screw me over, Oppa."
"O-Oppa?"
Mr. Lee's nostrils flared as his mind raced. Twenty-five years age gap—like father and daughter—calling him Oppa? Obvious ploy, but Na-yeon's husky, nasal whisper was lethal to a man in a near-decade-long sexless marriage with his wife.
"Th-Then... can I touch...?"
As the hesitant Mr. Lee finally spoke up, Na-yeon—already astride his lap—had hiked her gray dress to her waist and placed his wrinkled hand on her thigh.
"...Y-You're not recording this too, are you?"
"Jeez, I said no."
This cheeky bitch snapping at him? Mr. Lee fumed... but as her impossibly smooth skin registered under his hand, he melted again.
Made sense for a young thing like her to have potential. Even knowing he was a sucker, the starved Mr. Lee's every nerve fixated on the fresh, youthful skin of this twenty-something wife.
"Haa... haa... fuck..."
Throwing caution to the wind, Mr. Lee squeezed his eyes shut, stroked her thighs with both hands, then grabbed the massive ass he'd been drooling over.
"Fucking slut... look at that soybean paste can ass..."
"What's a soybean paste can...?"
Young Na-yeon didn't get the old slang, but it didn't matter. Her ass was genuinely huge—unlike anything he'd seen on a Korean woman.
"My ass is fucking huge, right? 43 inches."
"Yeah... biggest dump truck I've ever laid eyes on."
Mr. Lee kneaded her cheeks with both hands, then sent one creeping upward. His gnarled old hand snaked under the thin dress fabric and dove into her chest.
No bra—straight to bare tit.
Squish. Not as absurdly huge as her ass, but 70E cups were plenty big. Truth be told, tits that size put her in the top 1% of natural Korean racks, but her ass and hips were such unique top 0.01% monsters they stole the spotlight.
As Mr. Lee groped her body and heated up, Na-yeon hugged his old, ugly frame, teasing his earlobe and neck with lewd tongue work to stoke his lust further.
Of course, unlike Mr. Lee groping a young, hot wife, Seo Na-yeon herself wasn't enjoying it much.
'Fuck, am I some kind of camp follower or what?'
But what choice did she have? Her useless, apathetic husband barely brought in money, and the pittance he did wasn't enough for living expenses. She was too lazy to work herself.
'Ugh... feels like I'm turning pro...'
Her last shred of pride was drawing the line at no pussy insertion—that's why she'd recorded. Without leverage, no way would handjobs or blowjobs cover a full month's rent—400,000 won.
Na-yeon mechanically lavished affection on Mr. Lee, then whispered in his ear with a melting voice.
"Oppa, ever heard of sumata?"
"W-What's that?"
"Y'know... thigh job. Guys go nuts for it."
Mr. Lee nodded blankly, so Na-yeon glanced around and asked.
"Oppa, got any oil?"
"O-Oil? Yeah, I do..."
"Perfect. Grab it."
"Uh, sure..."
On her period when she really didn't want sex, sumata was Na-yeon's go-to for satisfying her husband's urges. She was damn good at it.
Mr. Lee shuffled off and brought the oil. Na-yeon slathered it thick on her thighs... her already firm, thick thighs gleamed white and oily, looking insanely hot.
"Drop your panties and stand up, Oppa."
"Uh... s-stand?"
Forgetting all about the recording blackmail, Mr. Lee—now under her control—drooled and obeyed, stripping his underwear.
Twang!
His 12cm cock, rock-hard and maxed out from arousal, bounced free with elastic vigor. Pretty solid for his age.
"Ooh... standing nice and tall?"
"Kuh... y-yeah?"
She stroked his pride-swollen shaft a bit, and he already grimaced like he might blow.
"Ah... ah! Gonna... gonna cum..."
"Tch... hold it together."
Na-yeon gave him a quick, expert handjob with her soft touch, then stood facing the awkward, standing Mr. Lee. At 172cm, tall for a woman, their eye levels matched.
"H-How's it work?"
"Like this."
Na-yeon positioned in front of him, spread her legs, and slotted his cock between her groin like a hot dog.
Squeeze.
Her springy thighs clamped his dick like a hydraulic press and shoved him back against the wall.
"Ugh..."
Mr. Lee leaned against the wall. Na-yeon kept his cock trapped between her thighs and started rocking her hips back and forth.