Chapter 54
Chapter 54
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: MILF-099 (5)
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After several rounds of intense lovemaking.
Han Sarang lay sprawled on the bed, flashing a blissful smile.
Her head must have been swimming with endorphins—she giggled so adorably, all dopey and delighted.
She nuzzled her face against my chest, then murmured in a sweet, lover-like voice.
"...Now I get it. Why everyone dates."
"Yeah? Well, yeah. Nothing beats sex for fun."
Han Sarang let out a little snort of laughter and shook her head.
"...No, not that. Sex was thrilling as hell, sure. But there was something even better."
"Something better? Like what?"
"...Hmm. How do I put it? A sense of fulfillment, maybe. Or security. Being held like this just makes all the world's worries melt away. It felt the same when Ye-jin gave me pocket money from her first paycheck."
"Haha. What're you talking about? Maybe it's 'cause you haven't had kids. I can't really relate."
"...It exists. That feeling. So precious and happy."
Unable to explain further, she just beamed bashfully.
And so we chatted idly, reaffirming our affection for each other.
Han Sarang laughed brightly at even the smallest jokes, like a girl head over heels in love.
I found her so cute that I showered her with even more affection.
But unlike Choi A-ran, she didn't seem to want to define our relationship formally.
Probably because she had a daughter—turning things romantic with her son-in-law felt like too much for her.
Now that the sex was over.
She was a woman, but also a mother.
She couldn't just follow her instincts blindly.
I fully understood Han Sarang's position.
Besides, I had no desire to tie myself down with a formal relationship either.
Maybe keeping things as this secret fling was more thrilling and better for both of us.
Fortunately, Han Sarang was quick on the uptake.
Most people would start fretting or hoping about "us" by now.
But she seemed content just savoring the moment, without bringing it up.
Still, it was inevitable to touch on the topic eventually.
So I steered the conversation lightly to probe her true feelings.
"By the way, how should we meet up going forward? We gotta watch out for Ye-jin and the neighbors."
She replied casually, as if it were no big deal.
"It's a shame, but we can't be all lovey-dovey in public. Even if our daughter started it. Imagine how she'd feel if she knew her mom was rolling in the sheets with her ex. She'd cut ties and bolt on the spot."
I gently stroked her hair and whispered tenderly.
"If things go south with your daughter, come to me. I'll fill that void for you. Our love's endured so much—time to enjoy it now. So what if it's her ex? It's all in the past. As long as we don't make each other blush, it's fine."
Han Sarang smiled brightly and flicked my nose playfully.
"Still, I want to get along with my daughter. Stealing her ex was thrill enough for this bad girl. I don't want to shatter this peace anymore."
She seemed to know what kind of disaster awaited if our relationship deepened.
Some trashy soap opera straight out of the internet forums.
I decided to respect Han Sarang's choice.
"Alright? If that's what Sarang wants, it's cool. We don't have to cling like lovers."
"...But it's true—I'm totally smitten with my son-in-law. You're so much younger, yet reliable like an older brother. You hold this pathetic mother-in-law like she's a real woman. If it weren't for Ye-jin, I'd be begging you to marry me right now. It's such a shame I can't."
With a slightly wistful look, Han Sarang traced letters on my chest.
From the feel of it, she wrote 'My husband.'
"It's fine. This kind of relationship isn't bad either."
"...Really? I'm not treating us too lightly, am I?"
"Not at all. If anything, you're agonizing over it because you value it. Don't overthink."
"...Thanks. Man, my son-in-law is so sweet. Talking like this calms my heart. That's huge for a woman, you know?"
She suddenly caressed my cheek, gazing at me with eyes full of affection.
The tender look only a woman in love could give.
I met her gaze and grinned mischievously.
"Of course I know. One look at Sarang's eyes, and it's obvious. Honey's just dripping off them."
Her face flushed crimson, and she hurriedly looked away.
How could anyone call this woman a thirty-eight-year-old mom?
She was utterly lovable.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ ⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Shooting time has expired.] Mother-in-Law! Atone with Your Body! #2 • Progress: 100% • Completion: 110% [Shooting has ended with excellent completion quality.] [Thank you for your cooperation in the shoot.] [The series with partner Han Sarang is garnering huge interest among title enthusiasts.] [However, it hasn't received high marks from the strictest critics.] [While the school uniform and milk play added a nice maniac edge, many say it failed to fully capture the genre's essence.] [Of course, this is just the view of extreme fans—the overall reception is positive.] [Your signature emotional rapport is also winning big with female viewers.] [The planning department likewise rates this positively.] [The tight structure from date to climax and the on-site amusement park vibe were spot-on.] [Your paycheck will be sent to your mailbox—please check it.] [P.S. Some in planning are hoping for a new partner soon.] [This is not a demand—entirely up to you.] [Thank you.] On the way home.
The report card for this shoot had come in.
Another solid pass, it seemed.
But there was some feedback from the MILF fans.
'Fair enough. No nursing handjob this time, and the paizuri was just a tease. Next time, full-on explosive-tits paizuri concept.'
With that quick reflection on the shoot.
I dropped Han Sarang off at her apartment.
Her school uniform was neatly stashed in a shopping bag.
If her daughter ever found out, it would be utter chaos.
She got out of the car and leaned toward the driver's window.
Glancing around shyly, she gave me a kiss.
*Smooch* ♥
"...Son-in-law. The date was so much fun. Thanks for taking the lead."
Back to her usual polite speech now that the date was over.
The flirty Han Sarang was great, but this soft, elegant version was too.
For a final treat, I groped her H-cup bombs freely, then tossed out a cheeky goodbye.
"Man, holding back from sucking these tits is torture. Mother-in-law, hit me up whenever you're lonely. I'll be hard and ready every day."
She glanced at my crotch and blushed prettily.
"...I'll masturbate thinking of you too ♥ Last time's naughty pics—send lots more ♥"
*Smooch* ♥
With that goodbye kiss, Han Sarang turned and walked away coolly.
True to her maturity, she knew when to cut and connect.
I called out loudly to her retreating figure.
"Sarang! Let me have that ass next time! Can't wait!"
Then I slammed the window shut and floored the accelerator.
In the rearview, she startled and scurried into the apartment.
"Pfft. So cute."
Of course, no neighbors heard my shout.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ My studio apartment mailbox.
A palm-sized box sat at the bottom.
I grabbed it casually and headed inside.
Without delay, I tore open the packaging.
*Rip!*
Inside was another quirky item.
A pair of opera masks—one white, one black—covering half the face.
But for some reason, their silhouettes felt a bit blurry.
⚔ ITEM ⚔ <Disguise Opera Mask>
• This mask alters the appearance of the wearer or partner. It doesn't change physical form but disrupts the observer's perception. No side effects. Effect active only while worn. "...Oho."
What a versatile tool.
Especially for someone like Choi A-ran, a somewhat famous influencer.
Filming in public could risk exposing identities.
But with this mask, no worries.
And since it only messes with perception, I could still enjoy the real beauty.
Plus, future shoots with even bigger names.
Idols, say—locations would be super limited.
The studio's powers had limits too, so perfect for those times.
"Hmm. Time for some tests?"
I put on the mask and checked the mirror.
My jawline looked sharper—mirrors counted as observers, apparently.
People's impressions change dramatically with tiny tweaks.
Just a sharper jaw, and I looked like someone else entirely.
"...Amazing."
Next, I took photos and videos.
The distortion worked there too.
Cameras counted as observers.
"Whoa. Super versatile then?"
Wearing it makes ID'ing from footage impossible.
As that thought hit, inspiration struck for the next title.
I pulled up the selectable titles right away.
⚙ AVAILABLE TITLES ⚙ Public Pervert's Technique Too Skilled #4
Mother-in-Law! Atone with Your Body! #3
The Bully Girl Who Tormented Me Moved Next Door #1
Succubus Met at the Cathedral #1
Cousin Little Sis's Secret Account #1
Room You Can Only Escape by Fucking #1
Childhood Friend Drowning in Debt #1
Two intriguing new ones had popped up in the meantime.
But I selected the fifth: Cousin Little Sis's Secret Account.
I'd been curious about which cousin since last time.
And this opera mask would come in handy.
"Heh. No matter how crazy the videos, they can't pin it on me."
Sorry to my cousin sis, but I'd seize her secret account via blackmail and training.
A porn star without a personal channel? Unthinkable.
'Time to become the world's top porn star.'
A grand dream bloomed in my heart.