Chapter 35
Chapter 35
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: MILF-001 (4) ♥︎
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"...Hah. Mother-in-law. You're so sexy. It feels like I'm staring at a sculpture."
I muttered in a husky voice while watching her demonstration moves.
She seemed burdened by my gaze but couldn't hide a faint, proud smile.
It was only natural—she was basking in the fact that she was still desired as a woman.
"...Son-in-law. Don't hype up an old lady like me. It's embarrassing."
"No way. You're seriously gorgeous. Your skin is so smooth, and your figure's amazing. This might be a bit rude, but... if I could, I'd totally try to seduce you, Mother-in-law. I'm dead serious."
"...Ahem. Keep that up, and I'll get the wrong idea. Did you set out to make this old lady fall for you, son-in-law?"
"Come on. A woman like you isn't some old lady. You're more like a big sis. Big sis. How about I just call you 'sis' from now on?"
At my question, Han Sarang looked tempted for a moment before shaking her head.
"...What kind of big sis at my age? That's creepy. Just stick to Mother-in-law. It's more comfortable for me."
But I wasn't naive enough to miss her true feelings.
No woman in this world likes being treated like an old lady.
"Then I'll call you 'sis' now and then for a change of pace. That much is fine, right? Honestly, if we went out together, people would think we're lovers, not in-laws."
"...Oh my! Son-in-law, what kind of crazy talk is that? Lovers? What if someone hears?"
"What's the big deal? It's just us here. Right, Sarang sis?"
I poked her chubby cheek as I asked.
Caught off guard by my surprise attack, she froze mid-motion and hurriedly looked away.
Her neck flushed bright red, betraying her inner turmoil.
I didn't let the opportunity slip and kept pushing.
She was especially weak to affection from younger guys.
"What's wrong, sis? You feel kinda hot."
I lightly brushed her pale hand, and she shivered briefly.
She tried to steady her excited breathing and replied in a forced calm voice.
"...W-we were exercising, so it's a bit warm. Anyway, you should stop with the 'sis' thing. It's too embarrassing."
"Huh? We've only done it twice. Come on, let me say it ten times a day. Ten's not too much."
"...You really wanna call me 'sis' that bad? A twenty-year age gap old lady?"
"Yeah. Honestly, Mother-in-law, you're too cute. I keep forgetting your age when I look at you. Sometimes you even seem younger than girls my age."
"...S-son-in-law, you've turned into a total smooth talker. Cute, sexy, this and that. Don't you know too much flattery backfires?"
"Huh? Flattery? You think that's flattery? It was all sincere."
Unable to hold out against my flirting any longer, she sprang up from the chair.
She fanned herself with her hand and cutely chugged her iced coffee.
Of course, I didn't miss the opening and went straight into the buildup.
Pretending it was an accident, I bumped her hand and spilled coffee all over myself.
—Splash!
"Oh no! What do we do? Are you okay?"
She panicked at the coffee soaking my clothes and started wiping me down with her hands everywhere.
Savoring her subtle touches, I replied calmly.
"Ugh. I'm fine. It was my mistake anyway."
"Anywhere hurt? It didn't get in your eyes, did it?"
"Nah. As you can see, I'm good. It's iced coffee, so no burn. Just wet clothes."
"Haa. I'm so sorry. Looks like expensive stuff."
"Clothes can be washed. Anyway, it's sticky. Mind if I shower?"
Oblivious to my setup, she nodded readily.
"Of course. Go wash up. I'll handle the laundry, so don't worry."
"I keep owing you. Thanks."
The moment she gave permission, I yanked off my shirt overhead.
My hidden muscles rippled into view.
"...Ah."
A soft gasp escaped her lips in that instant.
Han Sarang's eyes glazed over as they roamed my chest.
Sensing her lewd gaze but pretending not to notice, I handed her the shirt.
"Here. I'll leave the pants and underwear for when I'm in the bathroom."
"...O-oh. Right. But no spare clothes? Drying'll take time."
"Got a robe or something? I'll make do with that."
Luckily, she had a bathrobe she'd worn.
It was a decent fit after a quick check.
I grabbed my tablet and phone and slipped into the bathroom.
The real buildup was about to begin.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The second I entered the bathroom, I fired up the manager console.
With filming underway, the previously locked Mind Chat feature was now active.
'I wonder what our cute Mother-in-law is thinking?'
The screen switched, showing Han Sarang pacing near the bathroom.
She hesitated a moment before picking up my pants and underwear.
Then she stared at them meaningfully.
For a second, I wondered.
But my suspicion hit the mark.
She inspected the underwear's design this way and that, then cautiously brought it to her nose.
And then—cutely wrinkling her nose—she started sniffing away.
'...Holy shit. For real?'
Come to think of it, male underwear was one of her kinks.
Never been with a man lately, so her tastes must've gotten twisted that way.
True to her pure nature, though, guilt quickly washed over her.
💭 MIND CHAT: HAN SARANG 💭 Haa. What the hell am I doing? With my son-in-law's underwear... He'd despise me if he saw this. An old woman fawning over a young guy. Still, our son-in-law's so sweet. Keeps treating a hag like me like a real woman. What did Ye-jin have to complain about with a guy like him? Why cheat? Looked like he'd perform great in bed too. Mmm. Definitely not average. At least twice as big as my toys. Body's insane. Packed down there too. And he was so good at being cute today. Why the hell did she cheat? She stared blankly at the bathroom door, full of questions.
To surprise her, I played her Pilates video on my phone.
And cranked the volume to a good level.
—...Here, we'll shift our center to the lower body and control our breathing. Ready. Inhale... exhale. Inhale again... Good.
She froze, eyes widening at her own voice from beyond the door.
Soon, she crept closer, ear pressed to listen.
💭 MIND CHAT: HAN SARANG 💭 Oh? Isn't this my video? That's definitely my voice. He's really watching my video? Not just joking? But why during a shower? ...No way? To live up to her hopes, I slowly started moving my hand.
Lathered with soap, I stroked my shaft, lewd friction sounds echoing out.
—Schlop! Shlop! Squish!
Han Sarang clapped a hand over her mouth in shock at the rhythmic beats.
💭 MIND CHAT: HAN SARANG 💭 That's it, right? He's jerking off alone! Really doing it to my video? The sounds are unmistakable. Crazy. Does my son-in-law actually see me as a woman? Well, it was huge earlier. Looked kinda painful. Guys suffer if they can't cum, huh? Must be tough holding back. Haa. Getting that excited over a hag like me... kinda happy, but. Nah. Probably lonely 'cause of Ye-jin. Hasn't gotten off properly lately. Unable to believe it, she kept shaking her head.
Amused by her cuteness, I dropped the decisive hint.
"Haa. Mother-in-law. So sexy. Wanna fuck you. Hngh. Sarang. Driving me crazy. Fuck me, Sarang."
—Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
I pumped my hand furiously, chanting her name like a madman.
Han Sarang, listening from the other side, flushed crimson.
💭 MIND CHAT: HAN SARANG 💭 Cr-cra-crazy! This is insane! Wh-what did he just say? Wanna fuck me? Fuck him? Whoa. He's stroking like mad. That turned on? Never pegged our son-in-law for it. Secretly super horny? Her crotch must've started itching; she pressed my underwear to her nose and slipped a hand between her legs.
I'd fired the first shot—no need for guilt now.
Her son-in-law saw her as a woman anyway.
"Haa. Sarang. Wanna eat Sarang's pussy. Please let me just once. Jerking off to your video every day. Wanna suck those tits and pound you like a dog. Like you more than Ye-jin. You're way cuter, way hotter. Gets me hard every time. Nghhh."
💭 MIND CHAT: HAN SARANG 💭 Wh-whoa, look at him? Totally obsessed. So calm just minutes ago. Guys really suffer holding back, huh? Kinda feel bad for him now. If Ye-jin was around, he wouldn't have to do this alone. But... he won't actually ask me for it, right? If he comes at me for real, I'm in trouble. Not sure I could fend him off. Haa. Maybe compromise with a hand or mouth if he begs? No way. He won't settle for that with how desperate he sounds. If he really wants it bad, I might consider... I do share some blame. Soon, climax hit, and I sprayed my load.
Faint moans drifted in from outside the bathroom.