Chapter 6
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: My Porn Guru Kim Gyu-tae
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Thankfully, Dad either didn't realize it was me peeking or just gave me a light scolding when I came in, nothing more. Either way, I could breathe a sigh of relief.
Anyway, that night wrapped up like that, but the strange, tantalizing feeling from it stuck with me long after—second only to the time I'd rushed in on Dad pounding Mom.
For a kid like me, it was a huge deal, but life went on regardless. Sure, the memory popped up now and then, but it didn't mess with school or anything. Kids have that mental elasticity, I guess.
"Hey! Hyun-seong, let's play soccer. That Sang-cheol kid from the next class is challenging us again."
"That short-ass punk still hasn't learned his lesson? We crushed them last time by a mile. You're on. How about loser buys popsicles?"
"Deal~"
Kids' interests shift easier than adults', for better or worse. And so, ordinary daily life kept rolling on.
"Hey, Hyun-seong. Come over to my place after school today."
"Huh? Today? Why?"
"Just come, you idiot. You'll thank me later, heh heh."
My best friend back then was this kid named Kim Gyu-tae. Truth be told, we stuck together through middle school, high school, and even now as adults—we're real ride-or-die bros.
"Hey! You monkey freak! Hanging with Hyun-seong again? You two dating or what?"
"Fuck off, you crazy bitch!"
Let me be clear: we're not gay, and if we're perverts, it's for girls only—never dudes.
That said, kids teased us because we were glued at the hip. Gyu-tae was more than a friend back then—he was my mentor, pioneer, and counselor all in one.
See, among the kids, he was one of the first to wake up to sex. You know that one or two kids in every group who figure it out early and spread the gospel while everyone else is clueless? That was Gyu-tae. He was the generous guy hooking me up with dirty pics and comics first.
That day, "Master Mode" Gyu-tae invited me over. Going to his place was routine, so I didn't think much of it. But the second we got to my empty house, he dropped a bombshell.
"Dude, I got porn."
"What?! For real?"
What?!
For real? He'd scored that—actual porn?!
These days, porn's just daily chow for adults, but back then, for kids our age, it was like One Piece: we knew it existed, but getting our hands on it? Impossible.
A little older, and you'd punch through porn sites easy, but cracking that first barrier is always the toughest. Plus, I had no computer or smartphone—essentials for porn viewing.
So his announcement hit like the U.S. inventing the atomic bomb.
"How?!"
"Get over here, punk. You owe me big time."
Strutting like a triumphant general, the pumped-up Gyu-tae dragged me to his room and fired up his computer (both luxuries I didn't have).
"Ta-da!! Check it out!"
He logged into AV Heaven, a streaming site packed with Japanese porn.
"Holy shit... this is insane."
Normally, us kids just played kiddie online games or shooters—that was peak internet for us. But Gyu-tae lucked out and found a site that dodged Korea's infamous "Warning!" filter.
We explored this newfangled porn like cavemen discovering fire, whooping in excitement. Truth be told, it was less about horniness and more the thrill of venturing into the unknown, scratching that intellectual itch.
"Whoa... holy crap."
"Fucking awesome, right?"
The world of porn, our first glimpse. It was a whole other universe—a goddamn isekai, One Piece come to life.
The magical moment that turned us sex newbies into chronic fappers. And Gyu-tae, the trailblazer, was drunk on it all.
"Dude, you know about that thing?"
"What?"
"You know, that dick thing?"
Looking back, it's hilarious, but back then, Gyu-tae was a pioneer charting the unknown seas of sex. Vasco da Gama, Columbus in one. He lorded his superiority like a conquistador showing off matchlocks to natives.
Oh? You don't know? This is what a dick is.
Exactly that template.
But his smug face pissed me off. Especially because...
Porn? Sure, novel at first... but I'd seen the real deal live, right up close.
Of course, even then I knew not to blab about spying on Mom and Dad's pussy-pounding to anyone. But at that age, when puberty hormones kick in, any sex experience or knowledge was like a badge of honor.
Snapping to, I realized I was the real pioneer over this clown...!
"What... I've done that too."
"No shit? To what?"
Again, looking back, it's ridiculous. Stuff we'd be too embarrassed to share later was straight-up trophies back then.
Seeing Gyu-tae brag about just one porn vid and a wank lit a fire in me—rivalry(?), competitive spirit(??).
So... I couldn't hold back the impulse and spilled it.
"Dude, I saw Mom and Dad... doing it. For real."
"What? Like kissing?"
"Not kissing, idiot. That—you know."
Excited, I jabbed at a baseball-themed porn clip on screen. You know, that.
"No way?! Real?!"
Should've stopped there. But this buzzcut monkey's reaction was gold. (He's a streamer now, living his calling, by the way.)
Hooked by his over-the-top hype, I spilled my tale like a fool.
"Our place is a studio... Mom and Dad were going at it right next to me while I slept..."
My turn now. Proving I knew more about this sex world made me godlike—I blabbed everything without brakes.
In hindsight, shouldn't have.
But my smug face must've rubbed him wrong, 'cause Gyu-tae fired back.
"Pfft... but still, your mom's just some auntie, right? Seeing your parents... y'know, banging... big whoop."
His lame jab: better to ogle the babes in vids than our old folks.
I fell for the bait again.
"Hell no. My mom's only 24."
"What?! My mom's 40..."
Silly, but I felt superior right then.
"Exactly. Your mom's an auntie, but mine's smoking hot."
"For real...? Can I come over sometime?"
"Huh? Uh..."
Hesitated for a sec.
"Bullshit. No way your mom's 24."
"Dead serious. Bet you."
One more time: I was a kid.
I figured it'd blow over as some minor thing. He never brought up coming over again.
Then, a couple months later. We'd planned to hit the PC bang but stopped at the corner store for snacks.
"Hyun-seong. Out of school already?"
Familiar voice from behind while I browsed.
Mom.
"Oh? Mom."
"Who's this? A friend?"
Turning, there was Mom with a shopping basket, out for groceries. Rocking her usual tight gray tank dress for neighborhood strolls—the so-called Dongtan look.
You know, the one hugging her hips, waist, everything loud and clear.
I felt Gyu-tae freeze stiff beside me in real time.
"H-Hello."
"Hi there. Hyun-seong's friend?"
"Y-Yes..."
"What's your name?"
"G-Gyu... Kim Gyu-tae."
"..."
Embarrassing as a son to say, but Mom's got wide hips. Ass so big it's 43 inches around, waist a slim 25. That tight Dongtan dress? It showed every curve.
I was used to it, but guys seeing her figure for the first time always lost their minds.
Gyu-tae gawked, mouth agape, face flushing red. Kid's innocent shyness, sure... but from my spot, it sucked. To Mom, though, this buzzcut little bean blushing was probably adorable.
"Gyu-tae, huh? First time meeting one of my boy's friends! Hey, there's an auntie's house right next door—pop in for a bit."
"Huh? R-Really?"
"Yeah. Grabbing snacks? Auntie'll buy 'em. Eat at our place before you go."
"Th-Thank you."
Mom tossed our picks in her basket and checked out. But this punk stared holes through her the whole time.
Fucking annoying.
Still... mixed feelings churned in me. Jealousy first—hated him eyeing my mom like that. Pure son instinct.
But also this weird superiority: My mom's the shit, huh? Childish pride. Too young for metacognition, I couldn't sort the confusion and stewed for a while.
Anyway, ignoring my glares, he brazenly tagged along home with Mom, getting the VIP treatment.
"Thank you... 'Auntie' feels weird. Should I call you sis?"
"What? Haha! Look at you. How old you think Auntie is?"
"...Like, 20?"
"Aww, so cute! Sis it is, then?"
"Heh heh... Thanks."
"..."
Getting props from a hot, young "auntie" like Mom left Gyu-tae beaming like an idiot.
"Gyu-tae, right? Good at school?"
"Y-Yes...? Uh, well..."
"Whoa, so nervous. Not great at studies?"
"Yeah..."
"You and Hyun-seong close at school?"
"Y-Yeah... hang out at home a lot too."
"Aw, thanks, kid. Was worried Hyun-seong didn't have many friends. What does your dad do?"
"Runs a small company."
"No way? Wow, Hyun-seong, you gotta stick with this one."
Standard mom questions when a kid brings a friend. But since I'd never brought anyone to our tiny studio, she went overboard.
Average aunties might tire of the grilling, but he blushed through every one, eager for more chit-chat.
By the time he left our short "playtime," his cheeks burned apple-red.
"Dude, your mom's seriously hot... for real."
"Shut up, psycho."
"No, really... she's gorgeous."
This little shit... realizing later his first crush was my mom felt so weird.
Damn, should've never brought him.
I snapped at him.
"Quiet and let's go game."
"Okay... Hey, can I come over again sometime?"
"..."
Hooked hard.