The Plan (7)
Hyun-woo studies his phone with careful attention.
The photos from his mother's recent shoot have been uploaded to social media.
He scrolls through them.
They took a lot.
One image in particular snags his gaze.
A one-piece swimsuit.
Round cutouts at the waist and along the sides of her chest.
Obscene.
One hand resting on her hip, her face lit with a confident, open smile.
An alert arrives.
He steps outside to check, snatches it up, and darts back into his room.
He tears open the box.
A single item sits inside, alone.
Massage gel.
"Hyun-woo?"
"Yeah, Mom... just a second."
He hastily shoves the box and the gel out of sight, then opens the door.
His mother stands there with her long, glossy hair cascading down, looking pure and fresh—nothing like the photos on social media. Just a plain tee and soft lounge pants.
"Where did you go?"
"The thing I ordered just arrived."
"You startled me. I heard someone moving around, came out, and no one was there... I thought you'd left without saying a word."
"Anyone watching would think I can't even look after myself."
"Hehe... I'm a little past that age, aren't I? Maybe Mom overreacted."
"It's fine."
"Oh, right... your aunt's coming over a little later."
"Got it."
An uninvited guest.
Her bold outfits usually put him in a decent mood, but he'd rather she left before dinner.
The scene she walked in on last time still bothers him.
That cutting remark about bones melting.
His aunt had noticed.
She knew exactly what they'd been doing.
Would she show up dressed provocatively again today?
After witnessing that?
He would wait and see.
His mother heaps praise on him until it borders on embarrassing. His aunt, listening from the side, turns her gaze toward him.
A provocative outfit.
A dress that clings to every curve.
What people call the Dongtan Look.
Last time it was stripes too. Same thing.
Is that her preference?
A striped dress.
"Hyun-woo, do you massage your mom's legs every day?"
"Yes. I don't have much else to do, and she likes it."
"Hehe... my ears are going to grow calluses. How many times has she said that..."
"Right?"
His mother's lips press shut.
She doesn't look angry.
It's about time he made his exit.
"Where are you going?"
"I feel like I'm getting in the way of your conversation. I'll go rest in my room."
"Could I get one too?"
"Get what?"
"Massage my legs a little. I'll give you allowance money."
He glances at his mother for a cue.
The corner of her mouth curls up, soft and pleased.
She wants to show him off.
"Go ahead and massage her, Hyun-woo... it's fine."
"It might hurt a little, Aunt."
"Hehe... Min-su's so blunt I can't even ask him for something like this. I just lie face-down, right?"
"One moment."
He fetches the blanket he usually uses for massages.
His aunt watches him steadily.
Why does her gaze feel different today?
Like she's monitoring him.
Maybe he's imagining it.
Finish this quickly and get out.
He spreads the blanket on the living-room floor.
His aunt lies face-down.
Her figure is on full, unapologetic display.
It can't compare to his mother's, but for a woman in her forties she has kept herself remarkably well.
Not bad.
He settles into a comfortable position near her legs.
"I'm still clumsy, so it might hurt... tell me right away, Aunt."
"Sure. Let's see just how good it feels that your mouth never stops praising it."
The pressure is insane.
His mother, his aunt—both of them.
When it was just the two of them it never felt like this.
Is she self-conscious?
Just finish it fast.
He places both hands on her calves.
The hem of the dress falls to her knees.
No need to go higher toward the thighs.
He doesn't particularly want to, either.
He begins to knead.
"Mmm...!"
"Does it hurt?"
Her calf twitches under his fingers.
It looks tightly knotted.
He eases the pressure and strokes more gently.
"Haa... that feels better now... just now it hurt too much..."
"Yes. I don't really know what I'm doing, but it seems pretty tight here..."
"Maybe I should visit a massage shop while I'm at it? This is better than I expected..."
"Is it?"
"Yeah. There was a reason for all that praise... keep going... Hyun-woo."
"Yes, Aunt."
He has barely worked a few passes.
His mother watches from the side, smiling brightly.
Looked at another way, this is a good thing.
It means she's proud of her son.
Even over something as ordinary as a massage.
"Mmm... haa... mmm... haa..."
"The hardness seems to be easing up a bit."
"Yeah, it feels so refreshing..."
"How's Min-su hyung doing these days?"
His aunt's expression twists.
His mother steps into the conversation, and the tension finally settles.
Apparently things aren't great between her and Min-su.
None of his business. He lets it go.
"Hyun-woo's good at this, isn't he?"
"Yeah. I want to trade him for Min-su."
"I refuse."
"I know, you little brat... I was just saying it."
"He comes over to our place often enough, so if you want one just say so... is that okay?"
He gives a light nod.
She's offering pocket money; no reason to turn it down.
Her skin feels nicer than he expected, too.
Pleasant to touch.
He focuses on the massage, working the calves and ankles.
His aunt's eyes rest on him steadily.
He offers a small smile.
"You've grown up, Hyun-woo."
"It's nothing special."
"Min-su's so blunt I couldn't even dream of this."
"Someday he'll understand how you feel, won't he?"
"I hope so, but..."
"Don't feel pressured. If your legs hurt, just tell me. I'll massage them for you."
"Okay... thank you."
His mother rises and disappears toward the kitchen.
His aunt glances around, then stretches out a languid hand, gathers the hem of her dress, and tugs it up a little.
What was that just now...?
Her hand returns to its place as if nothing happened.
"Will you massage higher up too?"
"Ah... yes."
"Hehe... how did you even come up with this idea?"
"What do you mean?"
"The massages..."
"It's nothing. I just touched Mom's calf without thinking and she said it hurt..."
"Why did you touch it?"
The questions come one after another the moment his mother is gone.
Tension spikes without warning.
What is she trying to find out?
The way she pulled up the hem, too.
"We were just fooling around."
"Hehe... a total mama's boy, Hyun-woo."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Most guys hate hearing that... surprising."
"Because Mom loves me that much."
"Did they tease you about it at school?"
"How did you know?"
"It's obvious... your mom's body is famous, and she's done a lot of borderline photoshoots."
"Yeah. It got to me a little back then... but I'm fine now."
"What about me?"
"What about you?"
"My body."
"It's pretty."
"Hehe... you can't lie, can you? Compared to your mom I'm nothing, right?"
Hyun-woo loses his words.
So-jin's lips curve slowly upward.
So-young comes out carrying a tray with two cups.
She hands one to her son.
He accepts it and drinks.
"Tired?"
"This much is nothing..."
"You drink too, Unnie."
His aunt had suddenly brought up bodies.
Hyun-woo is flustered as well.
She had pulled the dress hem up to bare her thighs.
Asked him to massage them.
And now she is watching him.
"Massage a little more?"
"Yes."
"That's my boy. Here's your allowance."
His aunt digs a wallet from her bag, pulls out two fifty-thousand-won bills, and holds them out.
He checks his mother's reaction.
She nods.
He takes them.
"I'll use it well."
"Good. Calves are done, so do the upper part."
Right in front of his mother, he sets his hands on his aunt's thighs.
Warm.
The temperature is clearly different.
He cups his palms, then opens them again.
Her leg twitches lightly.
He adjusts the pressure and kneads gently.
"Mmm... haa... mmm... haa..."
"Hyun-woo's hands feel nice, don't they?"
"Yeah. I think I need these often... the fatigue just melts away."
"Right? The day before a shoot Hyun-woo massaged me and it felt incredible... the work went smoothly because of it."
"I saw the photos you posted... the heat level was pretty high, wasn't it?"
"I have to shoot them while I'm still young... once you get older you can't even wear clothes like that."
The photos from his mother's shoot rise in his mind.
He has seen her in swimsuits plenty of times, but this set was, as his aunt said, a step higher.
Blood rushes downward.
The soft flesh of the thigh under his palm.
"Haa..."
The sound slips from his aunt's mouth.
Heard the wrong way, it could be misunderstood.
A faint moan.
He lifts his hands from her thighs.
His mother's presence is hard to ignore.
"All done?"
"Yes. If it's not enough I can do a little more."
"I'll take the rest next time."
His aunt slowly pushes herself up.
She sweeps her hair back and stretches.
Her waist curves into an S.
The swell of her hips.
And her chest.
So-jin is fully aware of Hyun-woo's gaze.
His eyes move between her breasts and her ass.
She had deliberately chosen something bold.
She had offered her thighs as well.
His hands had been excellent.
Now she understands why So-young praised him so much.
It hurt at first, then turned deliciously relieving.
And a faint, strange heat had crept in.
Nephew or not, Hyun-woo is a man.
Handsome.
His body looks solid, too.
If you set aside the fact that they are mother and son, you could almost believe they made a perfect couple.
Jealousy stirs.
Envy, too.
Had So-young felt this same way when she received his massages?
Had she tasted even a moment of that strange heat?
She wants to confirm it.
That is why she came today.
Hyun-woo's eyes on her.
He is looking at her as a woman.
"Then I'll go rest in my room."
"Huh? You're not doing your mom?"
"I can do hers later. My arms are a little tired."
"You're twenty and already making excuses... don't you want one?"
"I'm fine."
So-young shows clear refusal.
At this rate she cannot check anything.
She wants to see it with her own eyes.
Whether that hot gaze he turned on her lands the same way on his mother.
"After all that praise just a minute ago..."
"Like Hyun-woo said, his arms will hurt... he can do it after you leave for home later."
"Hehe... planning something cozy just the two of you?"
"Oh my... Unnie, when you put it like that it sounds like we're hiding something... we're not at all."
Sensing the shift in atmosphere, Hyun-woo settles back onto the floor in a comfortable position and invites his mother to lie down.
Once his aunt left he had planned to bring out the massage gel and do this properly.
An unavoidable situation.
"Cozy just the two of you," she said.
She is suspicious.
He never thought he had given anything away.
Ah—the time she caught him masturbating.
Dangerous.
He had been ready to start in earnest.
"Shall I start with the calves?"
"Sure, however you like."
His mother's legs fill his vision.
He deliberately ignores his aunt's piercing stare.
He reaches out and begins pressing firmly into the calves.
"Mmm... mmm..."
"It really is working... they're so much softer than a little while ago."
"Yeah... it hurt a bit at first, but now it just feels good..."
The soft give of her skin.
Instinctively, blood floods downward again.
His precious thing.
He shifts his hips back a fraction.
His aunt's expression changes.
She is grinning.
"Do you get massages every day?"
"It's been about a week."
"He does your thighs too, right?"
"Yeah, after the calves he'll knead those next."
"I caught a bit of something on YouTube last time... they said pressing the inner thighs feels amazing."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Especially good for women, apparently."
The front of Hyun-woo's pants swells.
He fights to hide it.
His aunt's gaze locks onto that spot.
"Hyun-woo, calves are done, so massage my thighs a little? Don't hold back for no reason."
"Okay, Mom."
Hyun-woo hides his surprise.
His eyes move to the inner thighs.
The place he has wanted to touch for so long.
His aunt is helping him.
He has no idea why.
But this is a chance.
His trembling hands climb higher.
His mother's thighs.
He cups his palms, then opens them.
The elasticity is perfect.
So soft.
His breathing grows steadily shorter.
