Chapter 7
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Side Story - 19-Year-Old Seo Na-yeon's Daily Life
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Seo Na-yeon had just turned 19, officially becoming an adult.
Her peers were all graduating high school, fresh with their new driver's licenses, hitting the bars, attending college orientations...
That golden age of ultimate freedom.
"Mom. Mom! The kindergarten teacher..."
"Waaah!"
"Quiet down a bit... please!"
She was already a hopeless single mother with two kids who were five years old.
Becoming a single mother in Korea—especially a minor one—is no walk in the park. School life is basically over, and maintaining friendships is nearly impossible.
In Seo Na-yeon's case, she never had much drive for studies to begin with... or hardly any at all. She'd pretty much dumped the actual child-rearing on her parents, then used it as an excuse to drop out of middle school and start hanging out with the local runaway delinquents, drifting aimlessly.
The real problem came after she left the kids with her folks: her already frail mother passed away last year. She had diabetes as a chronic condition, and it spiraled into a severe hypoglycemic shock.
Yet even in her grief, Seo Na-yeon couldn't change her ways.
"The kids are getting bigger now—why not look for some simple job? You dropped out of middle school with no work history; who’s gonna hire you?"
"...I'll handle it."
Her elderly father was at his wit's end, nagging her like that, but she just couldn't take her first real step into adulthood.
Of course, she knew the score. Her dad—retired and unlike her, having had her late in life—was scraping by on apartment security guard wages, barely enough to keep food on the table. With the kids starting school soon, expenses for education and everything else would skyrocket...
Like a kid ignoring a rotting tooth because they hate the dentist, Na-yeon stubbornly put off even looking for a part-time gig.
Her early pregnancy had drawn so much finger-pointing that she'd developed some inferiority complex and social avoidance. That's why she stuck with fellow bottom-rung types like the delinquent crews—people with their own rocky lives. Comparing herself to those "living their best lives" in the sunlight just hurt too much.
The bigger reason, though? Inertia from her apathy. Using childcare as an excuse to do nothing and rot away like a princess was just easier. Dad took care of her no matter what.
So today, too, she dodged her nagging old man's lectures and slipped out of the house.
"I'm off to meet friends."
"...Those delinquents again? Jeez... sigh."
Her dad, who'd nagged her countless times already, just shook his head and gave up. Talking to her was like reciting sutras to a cow's ear—pointless, only hurting his own mouth.
Brushing off the painful childcare and her father, Na-yeon texted her delinquent pack buddy.
"Yeah, I'm out now. Karaoke? There? Got it."
Winter or not, she layered a skin-tight Nike tee under her puffer jacket and squeezed into a skirt she'd slimmed down from her middle school days.
Why a middle school skirt out of nowhere? Her current "boyfriend" loved that delinquent "ass-slit skirt" style from back then, so he made her wear it every time they met.
That blind obedience to men was classic Seo Na-yeon.
Na-yeon headed to the rundown basement karaoke joint tucked in a dim corner of the neighborhood, per her boyfriend's summons. She found the room and pushed open the door to a hazy space thick with cigarette smoke.
"Hyung-oh, I'm here."
"Heh, 'bout time."
Her current boyfriend, Lee Hyung-oh, was cut from the same low-life cloth as her. A middle school dropout living off odd jobs and petty crime, he was the walking stereotype of every thug cliché normal folks imagine.
Tattoos as standard issue, Under Armour tights, fluorescent pants.
The thug boyfriend was chugging soju in the middle of the sofa even though it was broad daylight, and the room already had a few early birds besides him.
"Yo, Na-yeon. Fuck, that skirt again today?"
"Hyung-oh's got that fetish, the perv. Heh."
Hyung-oh and his three or four lackeys. Plus a couple of the lackeys' girlfriends. The usual crowd.
"Come have a drink."
"Gotta head out soon, can't drink much."
"Fuck, if you're gonna drink anyway, why hold back?"
Na-yeon had a weak tolerance for booze and felt burdened, but as always, she was pretty submissive with guys. She stuck right by her boyfriend Hyung-oh, downed shots, sang along, and partied like normal—only for his hands to start groping every inch of her body, business as usual.
They gossiped and laughed their asses off for a while, knocking back a few more drinks, taking turns on a few song verses...
Then a heated Hyung-oh blurted it out loud, right in front of his buddies.
"Hey. Bathroom."
"Now?"
"Hurry up. Fuck, I gotta piss bad."
In this pack of animals, shit like this was everyday stuff. This was tame, actually—over in the corner, one couple was already sucking face and groping, damn near fucking.
Na-yeon didn't drag her feet long either; she grabbed her boyfriend's hand and headed to the karaoke bathroom.
"Ugh... hate how dirty this place is..."
"That's what makes it hot."
She'd fucked here a few times before, so she hesitated but followed orders, stepping into the men's room and hiking up her old middle school skirt. Her hips had ballooned eight inches since then, but she'd modded it with a side slit just to keep wearing it.
Under that side-slit skirt, Na-yeon's ass jutted out like a duck's plump rear—defying comparison to other Korean women with its massive mass. A 43-inch girth wasn't just from wide hips; it was thick side-to-side and front-to-back.
Hyung-oh couldn't hold back at the sight of that firm, juicy ass. He smacked it hard with his palm to start things off.
Smack!
"Ow!"
Na-yeon actually got off on ass slaps too. Her heated cheeks quivered as she panted, driving excited Hyung-oh to pin her against the bathroom wall. Like plunging a hot butter knife into cheese, he rammed into the slick pussy beneath her plump ass.
"Haht..."
Her sopping wet folds took him in smooth without lube, but once he was in, the thick ass and thigh muscles clamped his cock like a vice—refusing to let go, hot as coals.
"Ah... fuck, so damn tight."
What happens when you pound from behind in that grip?
Squelch, squelch... splurch, splurch.
Juicy peach flesh sloshing lewdly filled the bathroom, her fat ass cheeks rippling wildly.
"Ah... ah... aaang... ah!"
Na-yeon started reserved but forgot it was a public toilet, lost in ecstasy, thrashing and letting out moans unchecked.
Hyung-oh couldn't last long in that squeezing pussy either; after a few thrusts, he groaned about cumming.
"Ah fuck... gonna cum outside."
"Huh? You can cum inside today... I took my pills."
"Quick...!"
He pulled out, spun her around, and forced her to her knees on the cold, grimy tiles. Shoving his cock near her mouth, it parted like a trained dog's... but
"Heh... think you can dodge it today?"
"Hey?!"
Na-yeon got pissed, but Hyung-oh's rough hand already gripped her head tight. He rubbed his throbbing tip over her closed eyelids a few times.
Splat! Splurt!
She felt the warm, sticky heat spreading across her lids.
"Ah...! Fuck, my makeup's running..."
"Heh, my cum's that potent? Hehehe."
"You fucking asshole..."
She cracked her eyes open narrow and freaked—some semen trickled into them. She rushed to the sink to splash water...
Then felt hands on her ass from behind.
"Again?"
Annoyed, she rinsed quick and turned.
She figured it was Hyung-oh, but
"Ah fuck! What the hell?! You psycho?"
"Hehehe, dumb bitch fell for it."
"Get off!"
"Just messing, slut. Don't piss yourself over it."
Groping her ass was Hyung-oh's buddy... and Na-yeon's ex's ex, Sae-yoon.
And boyfriend Hyung-oh just smirked, filming his girl get felt up by his bro and her old flame.
Like flies on shit, that's the kind of guys always buzzing around Na-yeon.
A few months passed, and spring arrived.
Na-yeon's kids grew like weeds, while she broke up with Hyung-oh, dated Sae-yoon again then split, hooked up with Hyung-oh briefly for sex, split again, dated another delinquent dropout, and split once more.
That was when it happened. Kang Tae-gu, the kids' biological dad she'd all but forgotten, showed up.
While Na-yeon hardcore-grinded single-mom life on nightmare difficulty, Tae-gu busted out of juvie right before becoming a dad, skipping the brutal newborn phase to pop up in front of the kids.
"So, you wanna get back together...?"
"Yeah, bitch. Be real—you missed me too, right?"
"Crazy. Why would I miss you? Fuck off. You ditched me—got some nerve showing up for the kids."
...Or so she said.
"You fucking slut, say it again. Missed your man?"
"Ahk... ah... s-sorry, I was wrong... aaak... aang!"
"By accident" and "oops," she slept with Kang Tae-gu again—and fell back into being his cock slave.
Tae-gu hadn't suddenly grown paternal instincts. Two years in juvie, a year post-release with the runaway crew, then another year in adult prison—three years total rotting behind bars. He was just starved for pussy.
Jerking off solo in the slammer, he'd fantasize about past girls, and the most satisfying was always his ex who'd borne his kids: Seo Na-yeon.
He wanted her back as his reliable "always-open fuckhole." That's it.
Surprisingly, the guys after him weren't any better than Tae-gu. For raw stamina and skill—pure animal satisfaction—no one topped him. Inevitable.
Especially since...
"Father-in-law. Sorry, but I'll crash here for a bit."
"...Uh, y-yeah... s-sure."
...he bullied his way into cohabitation, glaring and half-threatening right in front of her dad. Scared of retaliation, the old man caved.
The issue? Tae-gu, fresh from three years of savvy cellblock life, had zero savings. No plans for his own place—instead, he shamelessly wormed into their cramped 16-pyeong basement rental.
And predictably, this beast of low morals and zero conscience held back for the first few days... then couldn't contain his urges, demanding to breed Na-yeon anytime, anywhere.
"You're insane? H-here...? No... stop...!"
"Fuck, hold still... lift that ass higher... shit, you don't listen."
Smack, smack!
Even with her dad Mr. Seo right there in the house, bathroom, master bedroom, living room—he mounted her almost like rape.
He treated the father-in-law like a total pushover. Na-yeon back then couldn't even imagine fucking with Dad next door, resisting hard... but couldn't stop the relentless Tae-gu.
"..."
Mr. Seo had no choice but to let this tattooed thug—more beast than man, father to his grandkids—into the home. Endless regrets, but too weak to fight him off physically. From the next room, he could only listen as his daughter got ravaged in the living room center, half in agony, half in ecstasy, wailing her moans.
A year dragged on like that until, begging the son-in-law and handing over every penny scraped together, they finally got him into a semi-basement one-room...
Finally ending that long nightmare with the beast, all Mr. Seo could do was pray for his daughter's future.