Chapter 44
Chapter 44
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: MILF-001 (11)
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"Alright. Rewards sorted. Now, shall we spy on our pretty girls?"
I finished organizing the reward boxes and activated the Partner Management Console.
Work was done, so it was time to peek into my partners' inner thoughts.
First up, Han Sarang—she had a date scheduled for next week.
"Hmm. Working out, huh?"
On the screen, Han Sarang was sweating it out in leggings.
She diligently performed Pilates moves, taking her self-care seriously.
No wonder her figure defied her age.
Superior genetics, plus relentless effort.
It took her quite a while before she finally wrapped up her workout.
Then she stood in front of the full-length mirror, inspecting her body.
🧠 INNER THOUGHTS 🧠 Good. This looks decent enough. Let's push a little harder until next week. By the way, actually making a real date with my son-in-law... I've lost my mind. Never thought I'd live out those stories I only read about at cafes. Haah. An amusement park. How many years has it been? Honestly, I'm a bit excited. Come to think of it, my son-in-law's gotten sly. He was never like that before. He's a pro at handling women. Never dreamed my heart would pound like this at my age. Hmm. Ye-jin must've been the trigger. Maybe she thought overly calm guys lack charm. Still, my son-in-law's a great catch. Handsome in such a manly way. Good manners, sharp wit. And he cooks well? Bedroom skills are a given, no doubt. Ho ho. Can't go bragging like a proud mom. But this feeling after so long... I just can't control it. What if I really turn from daughter-in-law to wife? Ho ho. Something like that. "Pfft. Our Sarang's so adorably smitten."
Her maturity somehow made it feel even more pure and endearing.
She hummed a tune as she stripped off her workout clothes one by one.
Looked like she was about to hop in the shower.
I watched the scene intently.
Not ogling her figure, but checking if she'd spot the underwear I'd casually left in the bathroom.
She already had a history of getting off with my underwear.
The console listed men's underwear under fetish items, so yeah.
Sure enough, she froze at the sight of it on the bathroom floor.
I'd placed it somewhere super obvious, easy for her to find.
🧠 INNER THOUGHTS 🧠 What... what's this? Son-in-law's? Why's it here on the floor? Did he go commando? She seemed lost in thought for a moment.
Shaking her head several times in inner conflict, she ultimately surrendered to temptation.
🧠 INNER THOUGHTS 🧠 Fine. I'm doing all sorts anyway—underwear's no big deal. Just use it once and wash it clean. He won't suspect a thing. She checked her phone, probably making sure I hadn't messaged.
That sparked my mischief—I fired off a few photos right away.
Can't skimp on the jerk-off material, right?
[Noona lol just in case you need it hehe]
A few gym shots from my workout days.
And some steamy angles shot by a past partner.
Bundled together and sent. She spotted them seconds later.
Watching her reaction on the tablet: hand over mouth, giggling like a schoolgirl.
🧠 INNER THOUGHTS 🧠 Kyaa♥ What is this♥ What's all this♥ Oh my god♥ Peak muscle-season shots, with lighting and oil for that perfect volume women loved.
Soon, a reply from Han Sarang.
Impressively self-restrained for a mom.
[Son-in-law's body looks great ^^]
I had a clear view of her.
Playing it cool in texts, but her face flushed crimson as she flipped through the pics like a teen in puberty.
[Eh. Lame reaction. Was gonna send hotter ones if you reacted well.]
On screen, Han Sarang hopped in surprise.
Then hurriedly typed back.
[Son-in-law's too hot lol send more.]
[lol what for?]
[Just to keep hehe won't do anything naughty.]
[Nah, go ahead. Gave 'em for that.]
I sent a near-nude shot and a live masturbation clip.
Han Sarang stared, utterly entranced.
"Service time's up."
She was lost in her own world, caressing herself with the underwear and pics as sides.
I stopped messaging to let her enjoy uninterrupted.
"Alright, that's her. Next up: our A-ran."
This luxurious life was really sinking in.
Women like Choi A-ran or Han Sarang were lifelong rarities for most guys.
Yet here I was, managing both.
"Nah. I love them both for real—not a fish tank."
Yeah. This was a harem.
Males are wired to spread seed far and wide, after all.
Rationalized like that, I tapped Choi A-ran's profile.
Surprisingly, she was immersed in some lewd ASMR.
"What's the title... Savage Lady Boss... Turns Dog at Night?"
The title alone screamed the vibe.
Even more shocking: she wasn't just listening—she was studying.
Ears perked, jotting down every dirty word.
🧠 INNER THOUGHTS 🧠 Hmm. Mix in some curses here. Voice needs that snappy edge. Yeah, if I'm too easy to train, Oppa'll get bored fast. Gotta fake some reluctance now and then. Ooh, in this biz, ass is 'back pussy'? Wonder if Oppa likes anal? Bringing it up first might seem desperate. Ass kinda scares me, but with Oppa... bet it'd be mind-blowing. Oh? That line's gold. Aang♥ Aran's back pussy is stuffed♥ Filled with Master's cum♥ Hmm. Something like that? Perfect. Save for later. She busily scribbled in her notebook, building some kind of script.
Cute. Hilarious. And kinda admirable.
True to Choi A-ran's nature—even romance wasn't casual.
Studying this hard just to wow me in bed? Show me another woman who tries that much.
She was too lovable. I texted right away.
Hadn't been long, but I craved her warmth again.
[Aran-ah. Night stroll with Oppa? I'll pick you up. Reply if free.]
Deep in study, she glanced at her phone.
Then suddenly hurled her headset and rushed to the mirror.
🧠 INNER THOUGHTS 🧠 Crazy. Crazy. Crazy. A night stroll? Must go. Gotta beg Oppa for training play again. Grab those handcuffs I bought? Collar too? Night stroll screams shame play classic. Sigh. Nah? Am I overthinking kinky? Yeah, Oppa might just want cozy time. Always demanding that'd bum him out. And too often? He'd get annoyed. She agonized, no quick reply.
That very hesitation showed her depth.
I didn't see her as just a partner.
She didn't see me as mere fuck-toy.
Smiling warmly at such a Choi A-ran, I sent a follow-up.
[Busy's fine. You've spoiled Oppa so much lately, wanted to return the favor. Hit you up when free.]
Little tease, and she panicked, typing frantically.
[No! No! Oppa! Wait!]
[Not busy? No reply after read, thought something wrong.]
[Not at all! Totally free! Night stroll for sure!]
[Ah good. Relieved. Pick you at 10:30.]
[Yesss♥ Getting pretty and waiting♥]
[Oh, and anything outdoor you wanna do with Oppa, just say. Your wish is my command.]
On screen, Choi A-ran beamed, touched, fingers flying.
[Love Oppa so much♥ Actually wanted outdoor play again♥]
[lol Knew it. Bring whatever toys. Whatever A-ran wants, I'll do.]
[Hehe♥ But later, your wants too♥ A-ran'll do anything♥]
She grinned brightly, packing training whip, handcuffs, and such.
Perfect—studio requested more SM shoots.
Could film during the stroll.
"Ahh. A-ran's the best. Gotta make her squirt buckets tonight."
My love for her swelled endlessly.