Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: MILF-001 (2)
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Shooting day.
A single text arrived on my phone.
The sender was none other than Han Sarang.
She was none other than the woman who would become my mother-in-law.
📱 Incoming Message "My dear son-in-law. When will you get here? I've prepared tea and fruit." She was really calling me her son-in-law.
Even though we'd never met before in our lives.
But there was no need to nitpick every little thing.
The important part was that Han Sarang was a ridiculously cute H-cup MILF.
I immediately started typing a reply to her.
📱 Sent Message "Mother-in-law ^^ Heading out right now." I hit send with a cute emoticon, and just seconds later, her reply came back.
📱 Incoming Message "Oh my. What's gotten into our son-in-law? Using cute emoticons too?" "Hmm. So her personality is different after all?"
I remembered the male protagonist in the story having a rather dry demeanor.
His fiancée had NTR'd him, and the marriage had fallen through, after all.
He probably wasn't in his right mind.
But character is whatever I make it.
One thing I'd learned from the last shoot was that if it got you hard, it was fine.
The studio didn't cling to the original work.
There was no need to follow the existing setup, and the story could be changed at will.
As long as it was in a more arousing direction, that is.
In that sense, I planned to just go with my usual personality.
It was what I was most confident in, and easiest to immerse myself in.
📱 Sent Message "With a mother-in-law as beautiful as you, the aegyo just comes naturally ^^" I sent a cheeky reply, and her response came back lightning-fast.
A shy peach emoticon with crossed legs was attached.
📱 Incoming Message "Such a jokester. Are you really my son-in-law? Has something good happened?" 📱 Sent Message "Of course. How could I not be in a good mood heading to meet my angel-like mother-in-law?" 📱 Incoming Message "Ho ho. Our son-in-law's turned into quite the sly fox? I made gejang since my son-in-law's coming, so I should pick up some beef on the way ^^" Flattery and kindness were truly essential life skills.
Especially when the son-in-law dumped over her own daughter was acting so warmly—how grateful must she feel?
I exchanged a few more texts with her before driving to her house.
Sorry, A-ran, but I decided to go wearing the suit she'd bought me.
I drove for a good while before arriving at an apartment in Seocho-gu.
I called her from the entrance, and soon a soft, voice-actress-like tone came through.
— "Son-in-law. You're already here?"
"Of course. I floored it so my mother-in-law wouldn't be left waiting."
— "Are you really my son-in-law? Your voice sounds so full of energy."
"Haha. Hurry and open the door. I'll give you a proper greeting once I see your face."
— "Got it. Just punch in 'dongsoo' on the keypad to come up."
Before heading in, I popped an Anti Juice—my oral contraceptive—into my mouth.
A slightly bitter licorice flavor spread, followed by a strange heat rising in my lower abdomen.
"Hmm. I can feel my load swelling up."
Now, my semen was practically invincible.
Strawberry-syrup-flavored, sticky, thick, sperm-free yogurt cum.
I could flood her womb with no worries about pregnancy.
"Good. All set."
I straightened my hair and clothes one last time before stepping into the elevator.
It was time to meet my adorable mother-in-law.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ —Ding.
"Oh my. Son-in-law. Why are you so dressed up? I can hardly recognize you. Come on in."
Her first impression was that of a refined, elegant Samoyed.
If Choi A-ran had a fox- or cat-like beauty...
Han Sarang had soft, droopy puppy-dog eyes.
Languid eyes and mouth corners that seemed perpetually smiling.
Unlike A-ran, her warm-toned skin was striking.
She wore an elegant brown side-part, her flowing locks draping gracefully to just brush her breasts.
She had on an ebony sleeveless knit that suited her calm demeanor.
But the overwhelming volume from that tight fabric contrasted sharply with her youthful, cute face, igniting tremendous desire.
'...A-ran. Sorry. Oppa likes them even if they're not virgins.'
Yeah. This was a mother-in-law. This was a MILF.
Just look at that benevolent smile, promising to grant any request.
And those voluptuous breasts that seemed ready to embrace the world—what about them?
She wasn't just big-chested, either.
Beneath her white H-line skirt stretched seductive hips and plump, glossy thighs.
If A-ran was sexy glamor...
Han Sarang was thick, juicy MILF.
And yet her face was so youthful and lovely—how could any son-in-law stay sane?
"It's good to see you're well, Mother-in-law."
I greeted her and attempted a light, casual hug.
She seemed momentarily flustered by the sudden skinship but soon naturally pulled me into a tight embrace.
"Of course. Our son-in-law's grown so sturdy."
—Pat pat.
A tender touch that somehow felt comforting.
But in a vulgar twist, that warmth stirred base desire in me.
The thought of turning such a delicate, kind-hearted mother-in-law into a panting beast had my cock reacting.
"By the way, have you been working out lately, son-in-law?"
True to her role as a Pilates instructor, she groped my trained body and let out an admiring sound.
From her perspective, her son-in-law must have seemed completely transformed.
The original story's male lead was skinny and frail-looking.
Such a build might earn pity, but it couldn't dominate a woman as a man.
She scanned me up and down before her cheeks faintly flushed.
"...Your body's gotten so firm."
"I've been working hard to change. I can't cling to the past forever. With you worrying about me like this, I need to snap out of it and perk up. You're a huge support. Truly, thank you."
As I gently grasped both her hands in my large one, her blush deepened.
"...W-what. Of course I worry about my son-in-law. Anyway, I'm glad you seem healthier. Come on in."
"Then, if you'll excuse me."
As I brushed past her, my forearm lightly grazed the tip of her breast.
She shuddered, her shoulder twitching with a shiver.
By the setting, she hadn't been with any man since giving birth.
She'd chosen to be a mother first and a woman second.
Unbeknownst to her, she was in a state of extreme deprivation.
I noted that sensitive reaction, removed my shoes, and stepped inside.
The living room held a well-laid tea spread and some expensive-looking furniture.
Especially beside the sofa were various shooting props.
Han Sarang was a Pilates instructor and creator.
She ran a fairly sizable channel, all filmed right here in the living room.
"By the way, Mother-in-law. No shooting today?"
As I sat by the tea table, she sat daintily across from me, smoothing her short skirt.
"With my son-in-law here, I need a day off. Don't worry about it."
"Ah. Honestly, that's a little disappointing. I watch your videos every day. I was looking forward to it. What a shame."
"Hm? You watch... my videos regularly?"
"Of course. They give me so much energy. I always play them while working out. Your voice is so nice—it's like ASMR."
"...Oh my. It's not that great. Aren't you just gilding the lily because I'm your mother-in-law?"
"Haha. No way. Where else are you going to find an elegant, soft-spoken woman like you these days? YouTube's full of similar content, but I only watch yours. The young ones can't even compare."
She was a woman, after all.
Women are weak to praise, especially when it's sincere—they sense it best themselves.
Of course, her YouTube channel had tons of praise too.
But it was mostly formal or veering into sexual harassment, so she couldn't feel the sincerity.
Soon enough, a smile she couldn't hold back bloomed across her lips.
"It's been so long since I've heard praise like that. I'm getting all sentimental. I'm really touched that my son-in-law would say so."
With her positive reaction, I decided to test the boundaries a bit more.
She felt some sense of debt toward me, so the safe zone would be a little wider.
"And... um... truth is, I have a thing for that."
"...Hm? A thing? What kind?"
"Women like you who take such good care of themselves. Seeing them do yoga or Pilates... it kinda draws me in."
"......"
She faltered for a moment, averting her gaze.
No matter how much she'd lived as a mother her whole life, she couldn't miss the implication.
A man saying a woman's workout videos drew him in wasn't just casual liking.
Soon, her ears flushed bright red.
Blood rushing through her? Even her pale, sleeveless arms tinged faint pink.
"...Phew. It's a bit hot today. Why's my son-in-law's lip service so good? You came expecting that beef, didn't you?"
She tried to deflect with a joke.
I didn't push her either.
We'd only just started opening up.
"Haha. You bet. Beef and gejang? I'd be drooling."
"You startled me. Our son-in-law's changed so much. Making jokes and all."
"For the record, I'm dead serious about looking forward to your cooking. Nothing beats Mother-in-law's home-cooked meals."
"Ho ho. Right? I don't get why Ye-jin hates it when even my son-in-law admits it... Oh. Sorry. What was I saying."
In mid-sentence, she'd brought up her daughter and hastily shut her mouth.
Probably that bitch Ye-jin who'd dumped me.
Rather than feign nonchalance, I let my head droop with a bitter, somber expression.
Like someone who'd been forcing cheer to avoid worrying his mother-in-law.
To seem like a deep, soulful man, I even moistened my eyes.
Han Sarang saw my expression and floundered, full of apology.
Her lively, laughing son-in-law suddenly looked on the verge of tears—the guilt from that contrast must have hit hard.
"Ah... that... I'm sorry. I thought you'd put it behind you."
"No. It's all because I wasn't good enough."
"W-what are you saying? My son-in-law's wonderful. It's my fault for not raising my daughter right. So don't ever say that."
"...Sigh. This weird thought hits me at times like this. If it hadn't been Ye-jin, but you instead... I think that would've been better. Pretty strange, huh?"
She hesitated at my loaded soliloquy before shaking her head in reply.
Her small, pale hands wrapped around my rough ones.
"Not strange at all. You wanted to be happy with a good person too. I felt the same. Just let it go. Forget the painful memories and think about tomorrow. If it's too hard, you can talk to me. Whine, vent, curse—whatever. I'll hear it all."
I wiped at my eye corners as if somewhat relieved by her comfort.
No tears fell, of course, but the gesture was enough.
"...Haha. Guess I'm still a bit childish. Showing tears in front of my mother-in-law. I don't know how I'd have endured without you."
"No. It's fine to cry your heart out when it's tough. I... was really struggling back then too. I wanted someone to lean on, some comfort. But as a mom, I just endured. Don't bottle it up alone, son-in-law. Treat me like your mom and talk freely. Any story's fine."
She seemed to pity me terribly, stroking my hands over and over.
Feeling her touch, I gently broached the topic.
"Really... any story at all?"
"Really. Talk freely."
"...Then tell me about your past, Mother-in-law. About your husband."
"......"
"...You have the same kind of pain as me. Hearing it might ease mine a little. Would you?"
For now, let's build some common ground.
Her eyes wavered largely.