The Orgy (1)
Some time passed. I exercised regularly, ate well, and devoted every other waking hour to studying. After the first mock exam, the class assignments were reshuffled, and I managed to jump all the way up to Class B. Of course, the fact that all ten members of the Annex group sat in Class A, and that Kim Yoon-seok was in Class B, made it clear the academy's class placements couldn't be trusted at all — but I couldn't have cared less. My grades were genuinely improving, and along with them I was acquiring something no amount of talent alone could buy: connections. Having grown close to Tae-joo and Hyun-min, I now ate lunch with the Annex group. The families behind those ten boys were dazzling. Even if they weren't confirmed heirs like Tae-joo or Hyun-min, they were second sons and nephews of conglomerate chairmen whose names everyone knew. Before long, Seh-hwan and Min-chul joined us too.
Then one evening, as I was heading to dinner at the dormitory cafeteria, I spotted Yoon-seok sitting alone, eating by himself. We were in the same class now, so I sat down across from him and struck up a conversation. As expected, he was so pathetically introverted that keeping the conversation going was a struggle — but once we discovered a shared interest in games, we got along reasonably well. A little later, one more person joined us: a guy named Ahn Kyung-hoon. He was in Class B as well, and a hardcore otaku. There wasn't a thing he didn't know about games or IT. Nearly obese, bespectacled, and acne-scarred, Kyung-hoon was the picture of a textbook nerd. He'd been eating alone beside us as we talked about games over dinner, then chimed into the conversation and naturally became part of the group. Yoon-seok was dark and withdrawn, but once he opened up, he was surprisingly talkative when it was just the three of us. I briefly wondered if he might be gay, but watching him nod along knowingly to Kyung-hoon's endless rambling about dating sims, it seemed he liked women after all.
On weekends I could always choose a woman, though I never ranked high enough to pick my mother or Mrs. Mi-jung. Still, there was never a weekend without a choice, and I enjoyed a different woman every week. Another month slipped by like that. I spent my days waiting — for the event where Instructor Ah-hyun would arrange something if I chose my mother, for the summons from Tae-joo and Hyun-min who'd promised to call once Mrs. Ji-young's conditioning was finished, and for the big event planned for summer vacation.
A few days before the second placement mock exam, I finished dinner, returned to my room, brushed my teeth, and was thinking of heading to the gym when I got a summons from Proctor Yoo Chan-hyeong. Tae-joo was asking for me — did I have time? Could Mrs. Ji-young's conditioning be finished? Heart pounding, I said I'd come and headed out to the dormitory entrance. There stood Seh-hwan alongside the proctor. Astonishingly, the proctor told us to go on our own and gave us a room number. It was Hyun-min's room — the same one I'd visited before. Until now, we'd never been allowed to walk around outside together except when moving between the main building and the dormitory. Feeling as if we'd been granted some special privilege, Seh-hwan and I set off for the Annex together.
Seh-hwan, who had walked in silence for a while, finally asked me,
"You know why they called us today, right?"
"Lee Ji-young. And Yoon-seok, right?"
"Yeah. That's my guess."
After another stretch of silence, Seh-hwan spoke again.
"My mom might be there too."
"What?!"
"Hyun-min asked me about it a while back. Said my mom had given her permission and asked how I felt about it. I told him I was fine with it."
Mrs. Mi-jung... she'd agreed to have sex with other boys right in front of Seh-hwan? And this guy, too...
"Have you ever done it with Ji-young?" Seh-hwan asked.
"She was my first. You?"
"She was mine too... So? How was she?"
Seh-hwan asked with a forced laugh, as if trying to lighten the mood.
"Pretty good."
I grinned back and launched into a rundown of Mrs. Ji-young's body — this and that. We cackled away at the dirty talk, acting like it was nothing, but the truth was we were both wound tight with nerves about the shocking experience awaiting us.
Standing at the door, Seh-hwan pressed the bell. The door opened to a familiar face — Park Ji-hoon, a member of the Annex group. With his utterly ordinary face and build, he was the kind of guy who disappeared into a crowd, yet he was the nephew of a major conglomerate chairman. Inside, Tae-joo and Hyun-min were sitting at the table drinking, and they greeted us with grins. In the kitchen, the same ajumma from before was cooking in a maid's outfit — and already one fat, ugly man had flipped up her skirt and was pounding away at her from behind. It was Kim Ho-young, another member of the Annex group, and like the rest, from yet another chaebol family. Ji-hoon and Ho-young had already become friendly with us over shared meals. Ho-young, grunting as he ravaged the ajumma, glanced over at us and gave a cheerful greeting.
But what seized Seh-hwan's and my attention wasn't the sex happening nearby. Two women were sitting on the living room sofa. One, dressed in a black bra, crotchless panties, a garter belt, and stockings, was Mrs. Ji-young. Sitting beside her in white lingerie and a slip, her pale bare legs exposed, was — unbelievably — Mrs. Mi-jung. Both wore blindfolds over their eyes. When we walked in, their tension was visible even from a distance. Seh-hwan couldn't take his eyes off Mrs. Mi-jung, staring at her with a frozen expression.
Tae-joo, mid-drink, spoke up.
"Both of them said they couldn't do it with their sons watching, so we blindfolded them. Mi-jung — your son's here."
I could see Mrs. Mi-jung's body flinch, her lips clamping shut.
"Hey, ajumma, let the lady do her job. You're not gonna finish inside her anyway."
When Hyun-min said this to Ho-young, Ho-young pulled his cock out of the ajumma's pussy. From beneath his flabby belly, a surprisingly enormous cock slid free. The moment it came out, a gush of juices welled up from her pussy, soaking her thighs and dripping to the floor. The ajumma hurriedly pulled up her panties, straightened her clothes, wiped Ho-young's cock clean with wet wipes, then mopped up her own legs and the floor with a rag. Her face was flushed scarlet.
"Ah, fuck, kills the taste of my drink."
Ho-young pulled up his pants, scratched his head, and grinned sheepishly as he took his seat. Hyun-min grumbled at the sight of him.
"Still, Hyun-min really did a thorough job conditioning her. Look at her — she kept going even in that situation," Tae-joo said.
"The conditioning was our family's old man's work. I just inherited the results."
"Can't I take this ajumma home with me? Her cooking's delicious, her pussy's delicious — she's great."
"Retake your third year here next year and I'll hand her down to you."
"Deal."
Everyone laughed, but Seh-hwan couldn't. He seemed unable to bear it, his mother sitting on that sofa preying on his mind.
It was a huge marble table with eight chairs. Wine glasses already sat in front of Seh-hwan and me, and Ji-hoon filled them for us. The ajumma set the finished dishes on the table one by one, we raised a toast, and dug into the food and drinks.
"Yoon-seok will be up here soon enough."
As Tae-joo said this, Seh-hwan's and my eyes turned toward Mrs. Ji-young. There was no obvious reaction, but her face had gone rigid.
"You two know the actress Kim Hye-jeong?"
Tae-joo asked Seh-hwan and me. It was an actress impossible not to know — the quintessential MILF celebrity who maintained the face and body of a woman in her thirties despite being in her fifties.
"Of course," Seh-hwan answered. It was the first time he'd spoken since arriving. I couldn't help wondering what Mrs. Mi-jung must be thinking, hearing her son's voice while sitting there in such a shameful state — I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.
"You know her younger sister, Kim Hye-kyeong, is an actress too, right?"
Of course I did. Not as famous as her sister, but well-known in her own right. I'd heard they were both married women with sons around our age.
"They're both coming to the villa this vacation. My father's been playing with them since they were young, and I've been begging him for years to share — he always refused. But this time he's actually sending them over. There'll be maybe twenty guys or so, and with those sisters, those two over there, and Jeong In-ae on top of that... it'll be a hell of a lineup, don't you think?"
At the mention of my mother's name, this time it was Seh-hwan who looked at me. I did my best to keep my expression unchanged.
"Those three could hold their own against the Kim Hye-jeong sisters, easy," Ho-young said, nodding along.
Kim Hye-jeong... they could really summon actresses of that caliber? Women his father had been playing with since their youth?
"Tae-joo's father is on another level. A different class entirely," Ji-hoon said.
"Fucking can't wait. You taking Yoon Ah-hyun along? That bitch was the best I've had, honestly," Ho-young said, his face flushed with excitement.
"Ah, obviously Yoon Ah-hyun's coming too," Tae-joo said with a laugh.
Just then, the bell rang. It was obvious who it would be. I instinctively looked at Mrs. Ji-young. She sat perfectly still, but like Mrs. Mi-jung before her, she was biting her lip. When Ji-hoon opened the door, there stood Yoon-seok with the proctor — so terrified he looked like an elementary schooler on his first day of school. The proctor left, and Yoon-seok came in, scanning each of us at the table one by one. When his eyes landed on my face, they went wide. The look said, No way — you too? Then he spotted the two women on the living room sofa and turned ghost-white, frozen in place.