Chapter 9
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Side Menu - Landlord Mr. Lee and Seo Na-yeon (2)
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'Home...? She wants to go to my home? It is empty right now, but why...?'
He'd handled the contract issue in front of the kids up until now.
Why go somewhere just the two of us...?
Mr. Lee's mind went blank as he stammered out a response bit by bit.
"Uh, n-no... D-do we have to?"
"Well, with the kids..."
She was using the kids as a shield again. A flicker of 'maybe?' started to bubble up in Mr. Lee's heart.
Above all, his dick was already leaking precum like a faucet, taking over his brain's thought circuits entirely. His balls were calling the shots now, not his head.
"Th-then... l-let's go."
Dizzying. Sizzling hot.
The situation was so stimulating that his vision blacked out in flashes. No matter how much he tried to think 'no way,' his lust—pushed to the limit by the sight of this slut—had already shattered his self-control.
Not even considering the consequences, Mr. Lee followed the young wife up to the top floor, to his own home, as if entranced.
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"First time coming up here, huh?"
"Y-yeah."
From the one-room apartment with the kids, now just the two of them in Mr. Lee's house. His wife was conveniently hospitalized with the flu. No unexpected interruptions.
A woman much younger than him, in a space all his own—and with that suggestive vibe—had come up here.
Clutching his pounding heart, Mr. Lee tried to steer the conversation by offering her some tea.
"Now that you're here, have some tea?"
"Oh, sure, if you're offering."
She'd been flirty even with the kids around, but now sitting across from each other at the living room tea table, she was rubbing and wriggling her body even more blatantly.
"Ahem... Just wait a sec."
This quiet space usually filled only by him and his wife now reeked of intoxicating female pheromones the moment this vixen settled in. With trembling hands, he grabbed a random tea box, brewed some, and hurried back.
Seo Na-yeon seemed to be scoping out the place—maybe gauging his wealth? The thought made Mr. Lee's cock start pumping lewd possibilities straight to his brain: 'It's possible...!'
"Here... A friend gave me this tea. Pretty high-end stuff, he said."
"Oh, really?"
As they sipped and calmed down a bit, he grew more curious about the woman across from him.
"So... what's your name, young lady?"
"Seo Na-yeon."
"Seo Na-yeon... Pretty name."
"Thanks, hehe."
Without the kids, she didn't look like a mother of two. More like mid-twenties... no, a naive early-twenties fresh-out-of-school girl.
"Heh... Quite the age gap between us. Like... 25 years?"
"Huh? Really? I thought you were early forties."
Obvious flattery, but coming from a sleek babe like her, it hit different.
As the warm tea settled them down, their talk drifted from rent to casual chit-chat.
"Well... I just started dating the kids' dad, didn't know shit about protection... and boom, pregnant. By the time I got checked, it was five months—too late to abort..."
"Heh... Tough break."
"But the bastard kept pushing for abortion until I gave birth, then he caused some accident and ended up in juvie."
"No way?!"
Seo Na-yeon—no, the young wife—spilled her story of single motherhood like she was venting years of resentment. Mr. Lee nodded along mindlessly, sympathizing as she badmouthed her husband.
Twenty years of marriage gave him the edge, no matter how bad things got.
"Man... So he doesn't even bring home decent money?"
"Yeah... Isn't it insane? I wanted to work if not for the kids, but they're still little—how could I?"
The kids were already elementary school age; with some will, she could work anytime. But Mr. Lee, with his life experience, had seen plenty of girls like Seo Na-yeon.
Just like hooker types.
Even a coffee shop gig would draw crowds with her looks, easy job. But these girls hated even that bit of labor—wanted it handed to them.
Young sluts in rub-and-tugs with high prices for quick fucks had this exact mindset.
And why she'd insisted on talking alone? Obvious. She was skirting around it out of shame, beating around the bush.
'Fuck, this bitch is turning me on.'
180,000 won in back rent. Deadbeat husband bringing home peanuts. Lazy mindset, hates work. Mr. Lee had her pegged.
So from some point, he openly ogled her cleavage, half-assing reactions.
"S-so... about the rent?"
"..."
Seo Na-yeon, who'd been circling her plight, froze at Mr. Lee's calm question now that he'd regained composure.
Too embarrassed to say outright, 'Can I pay with my body?'
'Light's green... right?'
A twinge of doubt, but Mr. Lee couldn't hold back anymore. He casually shifted to sit beside her.
"Look, I get you're young and struggling with the kids... but a contract's a contract."
"...Yeah."
His snakelike hand slipped onto Na-yeon's waist.
Thump-thump-thump-thump.
80% sure, not 100%, so he tested the waters with a light touch from nerves.
She flinched but didn't push his hand away.
'...Jackpot.'
Tacit permission.
"...How about... deferring the rent...? Or... waiving it...?"
"..."
As he said 'deferring,' his hand gripped and kneaded her slim 24-inch waist. At 'waiving,' it slid lower.
Her short dress exposed her thighs... thick riding muscles taut and bulging just from sitting, pale and firm...
"...If it's waiving..."
"...Next month's whatever, but the back rent... I could figure something out...?"
His hand stroked her thigh. And he was shocked.
'Holy fuck... why's it so smooth?'
Unrealistically silky skin. Looked milky white before, but the texture? Poreless perfection. His rough palm contrasted sharply as it slithered eel-like between her thighs.
"...Ah."
She'd let him knead her thigh, but suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"...I-I'm married, so..."
"Huh?"
After all that teasing up close, now rejecting him?!
Mr. Lee froze, speechless. Seo Na-yeon held his wrist but didn't pull it from between her thighs.
"W-well... since I'm married..."
"I-I know he's around. But the rent...?"
"Can't you cut me some slack?"
"What the hell's your game?!"
"..."
Just playing hard to get? Negotiating?
"Th-then... how about... s-sponsorship or whatever?"
"Sponsorship?"
"Y-yeah... monthly 'allowance'."
"No... that's a bit much for me..."
He figured money talk would hook her quick, but Na-yeon scowled, refusing outright.
Mr. Lee felt like a dog muzzled right in front of tasty rice cakes. After stinking up the place with her horny scent, now this?
'Fuck it, gotta force her...!'
Excited, Mr. Lee grabbed her shoulders and shoved her back. His precum-dripping cock had taken over his reason.
"What're you doing?! Stop!"
"What? N-now you say stop?!"
"Fuck... I said no!"
Seo Na-yeon shoved back at his upper body, pissed.
But Mr. Lee, fully aroused, wasn't stopping.
"You fucking slut...! You started flirting first!"
His lower belly ached from the throbbing erection. Losing reason, he pinned her hands to pounce—
"Keep this up, and I'll call the cops?!"
"W-what?!"
Mr. Lee froze.
Reason returned: 'I'm fucked.' 'Trap?'
"Wh-what're you calling them for?"
"Rape, maybe?"
"...What?"
Seo Na-yeon pulled out her phone from beside her plump ass, hidden till now. The recorder app was on.
"I recorded it. You trying to force yourself on me just now."
"...Y-you fucking bitch."
"..."
Sudden silence.
Mr. Lee's mouth went dry. He'd seen a buddy ruined by a gold-digging snake once.
Messing up could end his life. His vision darkened, voice trembling.
"H-hey... c-come on, young lady... this ain't right."
"Well..."
Na-yeon's red lips curled into a smirk as she whispered.
"Depends on what you do... whether this goes to the cops or not...?"
Mr. Lee's world went black, the word 'gold-digger' flashing in his mind.