Chapter 34
Chapter 34
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: MILF-001 (3)
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"Truth be told... that man wasn't my husband. It was back in my innocent days when I knew nothing. He was just an older guy I met at church. I was so naive back then. I mistook his obvious advances for love."
"......"
"That one mistake changed my entire life. As soon as I got pregnant, he ran off. I never saw him again, not sure where he went."
"...What a piece of trash. You must have had it really rough, Mother-in-law."
"I even thought about dying back then. My family was devoutly Christian and very conservative. I regretted it so much. I'd given my body just to keep that flimsy relationship going. I felt so pathetic and stupid I wanted to die."
"......"
"It's a frustrating story, isn't it? Even I wonder sometimes why I was so naive. Was it because I was cooped up in church all the time? I was clueless about the world—way too clueless."
She gave a bitter, self-mocking smile.
Then, with a somewhat refreshed smile, she opened her mouth again.
"But life wasn't all doom and gloom. Thankfully, my family had the means, so raising the child wasn't too hard. I fed her well and poured all my love into her. But to think the daughter I raised like that would do something so awful to her brother-in-law. How can I even face you? I say it every time, but I'm truly sorry."
With tears glistening in her eyes, she gripped my hand tightly.
Her touch conveyed not just apology, but a poignant sorrow toward herself.
I listened to her story calmly and held her hand in return.
Then, brushing aside the empty tea tray, I let out a hearty laugh.
"Isn't this a bit too pitiful for two people who've both been scorned by love?"
When I asked playfully with a grin, she cutely covered her mouth and burst into laughter.
It had been over twenty years, so she must have grown numb to it by now.
I wrapped my arm around Han Sarang's waist and lifted her up in one swift motion.
Startled by the sudden move, her eyes went wide.
"...S-son-in-law? What's this all of a sudden?"
"These stories are honestly kinda boring. This might come out of nowhere, but wanna work out together? I've been wanting to learn Pilates from you for a while."
She seemed to catch on that I was trying to lighten the mood and nodded with a warm smile.
"Of course I'd teach you. But when did my son-in-law get so sturdy? You've turned into a real man."
"Haha, you think so? My body's gotten pretty manly too. Wanna see?"
I rolled up one sleeve to show off my sharply defined biceps and forearms.
It was childish muscle flexing, but for a starving MILF, nothing hit harder.
"...Oh my. You've really been working out hard, haven't you, son-in-law? Do you go to the gym or something?"
"Nah, just at home. Watching your videos."
"Ho ho. You rascal. You know, your vibe's totally changed."
"Yeah? For the better? Or worse?"
"Obviously for the better. Your body's so fit now. You've got this... relaxed confidence about you?"
I decided to probe a little more.
"So, does that mean I could aim for the spot right next to you? Haha."
Jokes always carried a hint of truth.
Her eyes flickered wide for a moment before she laughed it off casually.
"A son-in-law like you? I'd welcome it. You'd be so reliable right by my side. Yes, indeed."
"Ugh, you're the best, Mother-in-law. A angelic beauty like you right next to me? Sigh."
I playfully thumped my chest, and she smiled softly.
She didn't seem to mind being seen as a woman at all.
"Ho ho. If I were ten years younger, I'd snatch you right up."
"Nah, you're plenty hot now. I'm ready to fall anytime—go ahead and seduce me all you want."
"Hmph. Don't tease an old lady."
She puffed her cheeks cutely and shot me a playful glare.
Was this really a thirty-eight-year-old woman?
Somehow, she felt more endearing and fresh than girls my age.
"Anyway, let's get started right away. You must be hungry, son-in-law, so just an hour before lunch."
With that, she hurried toward the master bedroom.
I quickly stopped Han Sarang.
"Mother-in-law? Where are you going?"
When I asked, she pointed awkwardly at her thighs with an embarrassed smile.
"I need to change into something comfortable."
Oh no. Absolutely not.
"Nah, you look too pretty right now. Can't we just do it like this?"
Of course. Why change out of that cute, sexy sleeveless knit?
It showed off her smooth arms and underarms perfectly—such a turn-on.
And her thick thighs needed that short H-line skirt to shine.
I couldn't give up this MILF outfit.
"...Uh, um? Like this? Isn't it a bit embarrassing to exercise in this?"
"Not at all. It's a shame to cover up when you've dressed so nicely. I prefer it this way too."
It was hardly something a son-in-law should say to his mother-in-law.
I was basically saying I wanted to ogle her figure, so don't change.
But instead of getting mad at my awkward request, she pondered it seriously.
Finally, Han Sarang nodded as if she had no choice.
She always melted at her son-in-law's pleas.
"...What is there to see on an old lady like me? This is what you want, right?"
"Yes! Honestly, I've always wanted a video of you in everyday clothes like this, not leggings."
Blushing hotly, she slapped my arm and scolded me.
"I never pegged you for that type. Such unique tastes."
I grinned slyly and shot back.
"Unique? Mother-in-law, this isn't about tastes. Who else takes care of themselves like you? Like I said, you're way hotter than girls my age. For real."
I kept boosting her ego, laying the groundwork.
She seemed to sense my subtle advances, her expression turning subtly complex.
She realized her son-in-law didn't see her just as a mother-in-law anymore.
But since the root of that hunger was her own daughter, she couldn't brush it off easily.
Even me hitting on her felt like karma for her precious girl.
"...Ahem. Well, if you insist that much, I guess I have to. Don't regret wasting your eyes later."
With a face full of shy embarrassment, she set up the mat and Pilates chair in the living room.
Then she played her YouTube tutorial on the TV.
"Okay, this is a beginner move. Let's follow along one by one. It might feel more uncomfortable than you think at first. Pilates strengthens and activates those underused muscles."
She demonstrated the teaser pose herself on the chair.
Her feet together, lifted gracefully like a swan.
It looked a bit like a leg raise.
"...Um, son-in-law? Staring like that is embarrassing."
"Suck... Oh, yeah. Sorry. Couldn't help it."
Her short, tight skirt made her thick thighs practically bare.
Especially as her legs rose, the teasing curve of her ass drove me insane.
She wasn't oblivious; she felt my blatant gaze.
Han Sarang tried to cover her skirt as she lifted her legs.
"...Ahem. Got the feel now? Your turn, son-in-law."
I positioned myself on the chair just like her.
But my dick was already rock-hard, straining against my pants like it might rip through.
And the pose exposed my crotch so blatantly.
Sure enough, she glanced at my bulging groin, startled, and looked away.
"...Oh my."
At her surprisingly girlish reaction, I chuckled and played it cool.
"This right? Can you check my form?"
As I struck the pose smoothly, she pretended nonchalance despite the awkwardness.
"...Mm. Good form. Do about ten reps. Extend fully, then lower slowly."
But even as she guided me, her eyes kept drifting to my crotch.
I could feel that intense stare on my skin.
I sneakily glanced at her face.
Han Sarang, mid-stare at my dick, had drool pooling at her lips.
Her eyes were locked like she was hypnotized.
Pure, hungry female gaze.
I flexed extra, making my cock throb harder for the show.
It jumped vigorously with each leg movement.
Her face flushed hot as she desperately pretended not to notice.
"Mother-in-law, could you show the pose one more time?"
"...Huh? The pose? Yours looks good already."
"Haha. I wanna see you do it. It's sexy, like a swan."
Now I was straight-up flirting.
With a grown man flaunting his erection, she dropped the pretense.
Without a word, she pressed her ass to the chair.
Then Han Sarang's thick legs elegantly sliced the air.
I openly panted rough, devouring her form.
Feeling my gaze, she mixed in some subtle coquetry, a bit aroused.
Then she snapped out of it and hurriedly adjusted her clothes.
"...There, good enough? Next move."
"Already? Aw. Too short. Wanna see more."
But contrary to her plan, the next pose was just as embarrassing.
The cat pose with one leg extended upward—a hip-up exercise.
In a skirt, it was downright troublesome for her.
I lit up eagerly, not missing the chance.
Urged by my insistent stare, she sighed in resignation.
Han Sarang fell completely to her son-in-law's puppy-dog eyes.