Chapter 28: Push and Pull (7)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 28: Push and Pull (7)
The ajumma cautiously stepped into the room, which was now quite tidy.
But as soon as she opened the refrigerator door, she looked at me and let out a deep sigh.
“Haa, this hasn't changed one bit.”
The inside of the fridge was a mess, stuffed with all sorts of things.
The sight of the fridge's interior, enough to make anyone sigh, was something I'd referenced from this body's previous owner's memories.
“Sit here next to me.”
The ajumma patted the floor to her left.
I knelt in that spot and watched the ajumma start to clean the refrigerator, which was so messy even she seemed at a loss for where to begin.
I realized anew what a good woman she was.
Just the fact that she was willing to clean her tenant's fridge—one so messy that even its owner would hesitate to touch it—showed what a warm person she was.
“You need to take out the empty side dish containers and wash them right away. No, on second thought, don't wash them, just bring them to me... Ah, that one...”
She was explaining various things in a gentle voice, but I'm afraid I wasn't listening.
My eyes and mind were too busy studying her appearance.
A dark gray pleated skirt that came down to her ankles and a boxy white t-shirt.
Her style of dress had changed a lot in the past month.
Where had that sexy gray dress gone? Now she was wrapped in clothes that didn't show the curves of her body at all.
I didn't see it as a bad thing.
Trying to hide her figure now meant she was that much more conscious of my gaze.
And it seemed the ajumma didn't know.
That her body couldn't be hidden by just a baggy skirt and a loose-fitting t-shirt.
To properly hide a figure like that, she'd probably have to wear a long padded coat, even in the summer.
Her effort was admirable, but it wasn't enough to stop me from getting turned on.
Every time her hands moved busily, order began to emerge from the chaos in the fridge.
“Phew!”
Beads of sweat formed on the ajumma's forehead.
It was now the middle of summer.
The rainy season had passed, and the news was buzzing about the start of a major heatwave.
On top of that, my room was a rooftop apartment, and it had no air conditioner.
Looking through this body's memories, he'd vowed every summer to save up for an air conditioner, but always ended up spending the money on food, so he still didn't have one.
I have a good bit of extra money now, so I should go buy one soon.
“Ajumma, you must be hot, right?”
“Mmm... yes, it's very hot today.”
This wasn't the kind of heat that could be cooled by a single rattling fan.
For a moment, I considered creating a cool breeze with mana to help with the heat.
But then a better idea came to mind.
A similar method, but one that was more efficient and could also satisfy my personal desires.
I immediately drew upon my mana, covering my hand with it.
I arranged the mana according to the basic formula for ice-type magic I learned from Director Park Cheol-su.
When I imbued it with a pure white color, the mana surrounding my hand expanded all at once, starting to lower the surrounding temperature.
My hand was now covered in a mass of cold mana, a spell that didn't exist in conventional magic.
“Ajumma, don't be alarmed.”
“Hm...? What do you mean— Heek...!”
With that light warning, I gently placed my chilled hand on the nape of her neck.
A moan, mixed with surprise and pleasure, escaped her lips.
Not sexual pleasure, but the pleasure that comes from a pleasant coolness.
“Feels cool, right?”
“It does... Mmm... I-It really is cool.”
It wasn't just simply cold.
This was a hand that had perfected the most pleasant level of coolness, refined through repeated use on my own heat-exhausted body.
For the ajumma, who had been guarding herself so firmly, to be unable to say anything but how good it felt despite my hand on her body... that said it all.
“There are a lot of amazing things you can do with magic.”
“I-I see. I didn't know there was such a useful spell...”
The nape of her neck was only the beginning.
I moved past her now-cool nape and stopped at the line between her face and neck.
“Ahhhh...”
A gentle tremor and a pleasant moan.
Even though I was cooling her heated body, she looked like she was melting from a different kind of heat.
“I'm sorry. You're sweating so much because of me...”
“Hnngh... N-No, it's fine. Men aren't usually good at this kind of thing... Mmm, but what I taught you today, haah... you can't forget it, okay...?”
“Of course not.”
Even as we spoke, my hand didn't stop.
Replenishing the mana that left my hand each time I cooled her body consumed a fair amount, but it was still manageable.
I gently cupped her cheek, then placed my hand on her forehead.
I could feel the ajumma's skin against my palm, a palm soft from never having known a day of hardship.
Except for the fine wrinkles around her eyes, visible only upon close inspection, her skin felt so firm it was hard to believe she was in her forties.
“Ajumma, your skin is so fair and clear.”
“Hhnn... Is that so?”
“Yes.”
Even after all the heat had drained from her face, the ajumma's cheeks were still red.
A different kind of heat than the one from the summer air.
“It must be because you take such good care of it.”
“Th-That's right. At my age, if you let your guard down for even a moment, hmm... you get wrinkles right away.”
“Aw, I doubt it's that bad.”
“Hoho, it's true.”
Like a doctor distracting a child with small talk before giving them a shot, I used the warm atmosphere as nourishment and slowly moved my hand.
From her forehead to her cheek, from her cheek to her neckline, from her neckline to her collarbone.
Slowly but surely, I didn't stop advancing toward a more intimate place.
“Uhm, Do-jin...?”
Of course, I couldn't explore everything while she was distracted.
The more intimate the place my hand moved to, the more her attention was drawn there.
Her collarbone and the area around her chest.
When I reached that point, the ajumma's expression began to stiffen.
“I-I think that's enough now...”
A smile formed on my lips without me realizing it.
The ajumma, unable to stop me forcefully and speaking in a timid, trailing voice, just seemed cute to me.
“No, it's not. It's incredibly hot right here.”
As I spoke, I slid my hand straight down.
Past her collarbone and the area around her chest, I gently cupped her breast over her bra.
“Hhup...”
I heard the sound of her holding her breath, her lips pressed tightly together.
As naturally as a snake slithering over a wall, I slipped my hand inside her bra.
“Wow, it's so hot.”
I feigned the most innocent voice I could and suppressed my boiling ulterior motives.
I have to hold back, I have to hold back...
Instead of moving my hand to arouse her, I moved it slowly to draw out the heat from her breast.
“Ah, ahh, haahh...”
I continued to caress her breast, avoiding the nipple that jutted out in the center.
Good, this should be enough.
Her breast had finally cooled down.
Without any lingering, I pulled my hand out.
“There, that's better.”
“Ah, huh? A-Ah, yes, right.”
The ajumma was dazed and rambling.
“There's not much left. Let's hurry up and finish.”
“Yeah, let's...”
I deliberately ignored the disappointment in her voice and helped her finish cleaning the fridge.
It had been very messy, but since the fridge itself was small, it didn't take long to organize.
“Haa, all done now.”
The ajumma closed the refrigerator door with a look of relief.
“From now on, don't let it get this messy. You have to clean it regularly, okay?”
“I'll clean it up every time.”
“Good.”
She didn't forget to leave me with a reminder.
The ajumma, who had been sitting and cleaning the fridge the whole time, finally stood up.
As if her body was stiff, she raised both arms and stretched.
“Uuuungh...!”
Seeing things like that really reminds me she's in her forties.
Back when I was Son Si-woo, I used to stretch just like that whenever I sat for a long time.
“Well, I'm going to head down now, so you get some rest.”
The ajumma finished speaking with a bright smile and turned to leave.
“Excuse me, Ajumma.”
I stopped her again.
“What is it?”
“Uhm, could you help me with one more thing?”
“Help you with what...? Ah...”
The ajumma's gaze, which had been curious, drifted downward.
And then she saw it.
The bulge in my pants.
The ajumma's face flushed as she belatedly realized what kind of 'help' I was asking for.
“This always happens when I see you, Ajumma.”
“D-Do-jin. This... we should stop...”
Even as she forced out words of refusal, her eyes remained fixed below.
She tried to force her gaze up, but it seemed her body wasn't listening to her.
I strode toward the ajumma and stopped a certain distance away.
The tip of my swollen pants gently brushed against her lower abdomen.
“Ah...!”
I lightly wrapped my arm around the waist of the startled ajumma as she tried to pull back.
“Did you know my body's been strange ever since you helped me?”
“S-Strange...?”
“I don't feel a thing even when other women are naked, but the moment I see you, I get like this.”
I pulled her waist a little closer, increasing the area where we touched, and continued.
“You're the most attractive woman in the world to me.”
“Wh-What are you saying...”
The ajumma turned her head, blushing.
“I've even tried masturbating by myself, but it doesn't feel as good as when you do it for me.”
And I was sure I wasn't the only one who felt that way.
“I think it was the same for you, Ajumma.”
“I... I...”
She tried to form a denial, but the words didn't seem to come easily.
“Ajumma. Please be honest with me.”
“W-What about?”
I released her from my embrace and faced her.
Putting on my most serious expression, I asked again.
“When we were together... did you hate it?”
Her face, which had been looking at me, quickly turned away.
The words she couldn't bring herself to say while looking me in the eye came out in a voice so small I would have missed it if I wasn't listening carefully.
“Th-That's not it, but...”
A small but honest answer slipped out.
I pulled her into a tighter embrace than before, bringing my face so close that our lips would touch if I leaned forward just a little, and asked.
“Then shall we help each other?”
The beautiful face before me trembled faintly.
It was faint, but it moved.
A minuscule movement, not even half a centimeter in length.
The ajumma's head had clearly nodded.
An uncontrollable joy washed over me.
I pushed my face forward and brought my lips to the ajumma's, which were right in front of me.
“Hhup...!?”