Execution (7)
His aunt steps out of the car.
She pulls a small bag from the trunk, then climbs into the back seat.
"What are you doing?"
"Just changing my clothes."
"Right here?"
"Yeah. I always keep this with me, just in case."
"You're thorough. Can I watch?"
"Look all you want. You're getting me tonight anyway."
Blood rushes straight to his lower body. His cock is already free of his pants. He turns his head back and holds his breath, watching in silence.
His aunt peels off her clothes and tosses them aside. The sports panties and bra his mother had bought her as a gift. Her body is laid bare.
Her figure. She thrusts her chest forward and curves her waist into an S — putting on a show, as if daring him to look.
"How do I look?"
"Can I be honest?"
"Yeah. I'd rather you were."
"You look delicious."
"Oh my… Hyun-woo, you dare say something like that to your aunt? Should I tell So-young?"
"Go ahead. Try it."
"Hehe… The atmosphere's nice here, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Pretty free-spirited… the outfits, especially."
"Exactly. People come here to fuck — men and women both. That's why it has this particular vibe."
A denim skirt. Short enough that her panties show. And a white blouse that contrasts sharply with the color of her underwear. His face burns hot. White slippers to finish it off — for the beach, of course.
"What should I do with my hair?"
"You're asking my opinion?"
"Yeah."
"Leave it long and loose. Like Mom's."
"You're hopeless, you know that? Such a mama's boy, Hyun-woo."
"Just an opinion."
"Fine. If that's my nephew's taste, what can I do?"
Not quite as long as his mother's, but her natural hair falls past her shoulders. Dressed like this, the two of them look like sisters. She finishes with a deep red lipstick, checking herself in a compact mirror.
"Wow… you look really beautiful, Auntie."
"Yeah. If I set my mind to it, I can still reel men in."
"That's some confidence."
"I told you last time, didn't I? Your uncle and I used to play around a lot… and he's good in bed… You'll find out soon enough."
"Fuck, I'm looking forward to it."
"Shall we head out? We'll walk a bit, then grab a highball nearby."
"Yes, Auntie."
He tucks his cock back into his underwear, zips up, and steps outside with her.
An open view. The beach in the distance. Women strolling the streets in bikinis. Men on the hunt. He's never been somewhere like this. It takes some getting used to.
Then his aunt links her arm through his. Sunglasses. She looks like a stranger.
"Auntie…"
"From now on, don't call me Auntie. Call me So-jin."
"Is that really okay?"
"Yeah. Just for today… And drop the formal speech."
"It's sudden. The words won't come out…"
"Try it. Just once."
"So… jin… Let me try again. So-jin…"
"There you go. Good… We just met here for the first time. You got my number."
"Mm…"
Something soft brushes his arm. Her breast. No — So-jin's. Just for today.
They start walking the street at an easy pace. He doesn't know where to put his eyes. So-jin, by contrast, scans the men who pass by even while hanging on his arm.
Should he try a line?
"Hey. Why are you looking at other guys?"
"Hehe… Jealous?"
"Yeah. You said you were hanging out with me. Look at my face only."
"Don't wanna. Can't I look over here too?"
"Ugh—!"
So-jin's sudden attack. She raps the back of her hand against that part of him, once, twice. His waist buckles. He can't think straight.
"People are walking by…"
"You don't know? People do it outside here all the time."
"Really?"
"Yeah. If you want to, just say the word… It's thrilling. Feels good."
A woman he can't handle. She walks on ahead. Lines he never would have imagined. You can't ignore that kind of experience.
"Outside's a no… How about over there? You said highballs."
"Looks like a good vibe. Lots of hunting going on too."
"Huh?"
The sign. He hadn't noticed. Haah… He'd been too tense. So this is a pickup spot.
Men approaching women seated at tables. Women laughing and waving them off. Some guys succeed in getting numbers. Others sit right down and join the fun.
"Aren't we a little out of place?"
"So what… Everyone here is like this… Come on."
So-jin grabs his arm and pulls him inside. Of course they have to cut through the main walkway. The whole place is open-air. Packed.
They sit, order two highballs and some simple snacks, and look around. She leans in to whisper.
"Hyun-woo. You should try getting a number too."
"What…? That's a bit…"
"You've never done it?"
"No. Coming somewhere like this is a first for me."
"I told you to drop the formal speech."
"I got flustered and slipped…"
"There are plenty of girls. What about that bitch?"
Somehow he's embarrassed. His lips go dry. The highballs and snacks arrive just then. They clink glasses and take a sip. So-jin feeds him a bite of the side dish. He has no choice but to take it. Anyone watching would think they were a couple.
"Hey. I told you to pick. Which bitch do you like?"
"I don't know. So-jin's the prettiest one here."
"Hehe… Your flirting's trash, Hyun-woo."
A presence. A muscle-bound bulk of a man. He sidles up, scanning So-jin's face and body. The guy sitting across from her doesn't seem to register at all.
"Excuse me… Is that your boyfriend?"
"No."
"Perfect. You're really my type — mind if I get your number?"
So-jin's gaze. She looks the approaching man up and down, slow and deliberate. Her eyes settle between his shorts. The man flusters.
"I'm not interested in you."
"Ah… I see. Sorry… for taking your time."
For a man that size, he backs off surprisingly meekly. Then he looks at Hyun-woo, his face twisting, and stops. He approaches So-jin again.
"Can I ask why? I know it's rude, but I'm clearly better than the guy sitting there."
"Why do you think that?"
"You can tell just by looking. Better build, I've been training for years… Style's solid too."
"Your dick's small."
"What?"
"Hyun-woo's is over twenty centimeters. Is yours that big?"
"……"
"I can tell just by looking. Sure, you've been slamming steroids and working out hard — but your dick's small."
"That's way out of line. You haven't even seen my stuff."
"Hyun-woo. Stand up for a second."
A soft scrape. The sole of So-jin's foot slides between Hyun-woo's legs. A heavy pressure. She rubs a few times, then pulls away.
"Right now?"
"Yeah. This gentleman wants to check. Show him."
Something surges hot through his blood. With this many people around. Show him?
He glances around. Luckily, no one is looking their way. He stands, awkward and stiff.
The man's eyes go wide. His mouth falls open.
"Fuck…"
"See? Small guys have no charm. Go away."
A mosquito-thin voice. The man who'd approached So-jin confirms the thick bulge in Hyun-woo's pants, then slowly backs away.
Somehow, confidence settles in.
"Sit."
"Yeah."
The tension leaves Hyun-woo's body. Watching So-jin toy with a man that size. Self-esteem. He'd heard he was big a few times before, but—
"What if he comes after us?"
"It's fine. Look at that fucker… He's already hitting on some other girl."
"Your swearing's pretty rich."
"This is just who I am… You hate it?"
"No. I'll adapt… Kind of nice seeing you drop the mask."
"Hehe…"
They drink their highballs while scanning the women around them. So-jin keeps needling him. Get a number already. But no one catches his eye. No one on the level of his mother or his aunt. If he had to pick, though — that table over there, the one that's been turning men down one after another.
Two women. Too far to see clearly.
"Oh… Finally found someone?"
"Just… guys keep getting shot down over there. I'm curious."
"Let me see… The one in the pink skirt. Not bad."
Dyed hair. Pink. Pink skirt too. She seems to really like pink. A sheer cardigan, black stockings. Boots.
Hearing So-jin say it, she does look pretty cool.
"Yeah."
"Go get her number."
"She's gonna reject me…"
"Hehe… Pickiness, huh. Still, go try… Girls who look like that have an obvious goal… Sex."
"Couldn't they just be out for fun?"
"Listen to me, Hyun-woo… Get the number and let's go already."
Is she like this with his mother too? So-jin has a real talent for working people. He sighs and slowly stands.
His cock has settled down again. The first time in his life he's ever tried to pick someone up. Nerves.
He approaches the woman in the pink skirt. Timing. The friend who seems to be with her conveniently disappears — toward the restroom. A stroke of luck.
He expects rejection, more or less. He stops beside her and speaks.
"Excuse me…"
"Yes?"
She turns her head. Their eyes meet. Embarrassment floods him. He almost can't get the words out. But up close, she is pretty. He understands why her standards are high.
And yet. Her eyes are unsteady. Fidgety. Is he that good-looking? Other guys she ignored completely, but—
Cute. Confidence wells up again.
"I couldn't just walk past. If it's not too forward — could I get your number?"
"Well…"
"You're really my type. Even prettier up close… Is there any chance…?"
Color rises in her cheeks. He's embarrassed too. So is she. Green light? Push a little more.
She turns her head again. Their eyes meet. And then — a face that feels familiar. He can't place it. Classic beauty. An actress? Not quite that level. Nowhere near as pretty as his mother, though.
"My number?"
"Yes."
"You look young… I'm older."
"I'm twenty."
"Twenty-nine."
"You don't look it at all. You could pass for my age."
"You don't mind the gap?"
"Not if you don't."
She seems to hesitate. Glancing, glancing. What is she looking at? She checks the restroom direction once, then unlocks her phone and holds it out.
Got it. The number. He types it in fast and even hits the call button to confirm.
"Thanks. When you have time, let's grab a meal."
"Yeah… I have company today, so it's hard."
"Then enjoy your evening. See you next time."
He bows politely. She gives a small nod, embarrassment still written on her face.
He heads back to where his aunt is sitting. As he passes, she gives his ass a couple of light pats, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"Nice work."
"You saw?"
"Yeah. Honey was dripping from her eyes."
"Hehe… I was surprised too. Didn't think it'd work…"
"That bitch is looking this way… She must really like you."
The woman's gaze. Aimed exactly at where he's sitting. She whips her head away. Her friend returns just then, and the two of them chat as if nothing happened.
"Finish your drink and let's go. We didn't book anything, so we need to grab a room early."
"A place to stay?"
"Yeah. Honestly, for a little while now… my pussy's been itching…"
He downs the half-finished highball in big gulps. Stands, takes his aunt's hand, and helps her up. They link arms and head outside.
They walk a short while. Neon lights. A strip of motels. A few hotels that look upscale.
"How about that one?"
"Sure. You pick… I don't know this area."
A hotel right on the beach. Off-season, so plenty of rooms. They're checked in and head for the elevator.
Just as the doors start to close, a couple steps on. Awkward air. The man's hand. Softly stroking the woman's ass. Completely unbothered by being watched.
Suddenly So-jin rests her head on his shoulder. Her hand slips between his legs, over his clothes, onto her nephew's cock. He barely holds back the sound that tries to escape.
"Wow… baby, it's so fucking big… You're gonna wreck my pussy with this?"
"…Yeah."
"Hehe… Once we're inside, shower first. Together… I'll suck your cock for you."
The couple turns to look. The bulge in his pants. The woman's eyes. Staring openly.
The elevator doors open. The man hurriedly grabs the woman's arm and pulls her out. So-jin and Hyun-woo step off at a leisurely pace.
"Did you see her face?"
"Yeah. She was looking at my dick."
"This is all experience… I'll teach you exactly how to handle a woman."
"I'm all yours."
Hyun-woo's self-esteem is through the roof. He enters the room with So-jin.
A terrace overlooking the beach. And one oversized bed.
His aunt's gaze. Her eyes change completely.
Like a bitch in heat.