Phase 3. Mother Gyeong-ae (15)
Hui-gyeong was in a good mood.
She was going shopping with her beloved older brother for the very first time.
Mom Gyeong-ae would be coming along too, but since that was entirely because of the string of accidents Hui-gyeong herself kept causing, she couldn’t exactly complain. The mere fact that Gyeong-hun had suggested it first was enough to make her feel like she might float away, so she decided to simply enjoy herself.
Lately she had been reacting so intensely that even she could feel how stiff her brother had grown around her; starting today, she resolved to rein in her temper a little.
“Heh-heh~.”
For the first time in ages she did her makeup in her own room, the door blown wide open. She had been about to lay it on thick the way she usually did when she remembered her promise to clean up her act, so she kept it light and simple instead. The fierce red-lipped look of a bold young woman softened into something closer to a gentle girl. The sharp upward tilt of her eyes was still there, but the younger, softer makeup suited her just fine. She had always wanted to look more mature, yet now she found herself thinking, What does it even matter anymore?
I only need to look good for Oppa, after all.
Yes. That was the right frame of mind. Congratulating herself, she opened the wardrobe.
Her pupils trembled at the clothes hanging inside. Every single piece was either palm-sized scraps of fabric or so sheer you could see straight through it. She tried her hardest to pick something modest, but if the bottoms were long the top was short or see-through, and if the top was decent the bottoms were so short her ass cheeks would show.
“Haa…”
Even she could see there wasn’t a single ordinary outfit among them. Late-blooming self-loathing washed over her as she agonized over what to wear, until at last she reached a conclusion she had desperately wanted to avoid. Once the decision was made, though, she moved fast.
Bang.
She flung open the door with the hole still punched through it—and the master bedroom door across the hall opened at the exact same moment. Mother and daughter stood facing each other in their underwear, each wearing an equally unimpressed look. The fact that both of them were in nothing but lingerie was probably pure coincidence. Hui-gyeong’s eyebrow climbed at how flashy and provocative her mother’s underwear was.
“Cough.”
Dust still drifted from the hole in the door. Hui-gyeong coughed a couple of times and lifted her head—only to find her mother suddenly standing right in front of her nose.
“Waaah!”
She startled so hard she landed flat on her ass, legs splayed in a thoroughly undignified pose. Looking down at her daughter, Gyeong-ae delivered a chilly request.
“Jo Hui-gyeong. Lend me some clothes.”
To anyone watching it would have looked no different from an older sister stealing her younger sister’s outfits. But to Hui-gyeong it was an opportunity.
“Then lend me some of yours, Mom.”
“Why would you want mine?”
Hui-gyeong pointed at the open wardrobe. Gyeong-ae approached with a spark of excitement, scanned the contents once, and let out a sigh.
“Figures.”
Hui-gyeong, for her part, stepped into the master bedroom, looked at Gyeong-ae’s wardrobe, and made a face.
“It’s all so… ajumma…”
After much deliberation, mother and daughter each made the best choices they could and started getting dressed.
When they called that they were ready, I stepped into the living room and froze.
Hui-gyeong stood there in a red pleated skirt and a black-and-white printed shirt. I had been half-afraid she would show up looking as provocative as she had at the amusement park; now I was more worried about her fashion sense.
“A little mismatched, right? Look, I tried to dress modestly, okay…?”
“No, the original’s so pretty it doesn’t matter at all.”
“Hehe.”
You’ve grown, Gyeong-hun. I had reached the level where I could find a way to praise her without ever mentioning that the fashion was the problem. Still, the fact that Hui-gyeong had genuinely tried to dress demurely moved me. Just knowing she remembered I hadn’t liked her usual outfits last time was enough to make me smile.
“What about me? What about me?”
Mom squeezed in beside the shy Hui-gyeong.
“Whoa…”
A cream-colored crop top and lightly faded jeans. Even in her early forties, the slim curve of her waist was on full display. Mom usually just threw on whatever plain clothes were closest; seeing her like this for the first time, I couldn’t tear my eyes away and could only stare in open admiration.
“But the waist is a little loose and the hips are kinda tight…”
Mom said it gloomily, while behind her Hui-gyeong bit her lip and glared daggers. A moment later Hui-gyeong lowered her head as if she had already lost the fight; there was something so forlorn about her that it hurt to look at.
“Wooow.”
“Whoa…”
Both Mom and Hui-gyeong could only keep gasping in wonder the moment we stepped into the department-store mall. Honestly, I wasn’t much better. Soft white light, a vast clean space, interiors carefully matched to each brand’s colors, beautiful clothes on display—how many times in our lives had we ever had a reason to come somewhere like this?
“First time at a department store in a while for you too, Hui-gyeong?”
“I’ve only ever been to places like Daiso. What reason would I have to come to a department store? I just ordered clothes online.”
Buzzing with excitement under the bright lights, Hui-gyeong started holding garments up against herself and picking through them. I almost scolded her for diving straight into her own shopping without a word, but then I remembered she had been forced to wear her mother’s middle-aged clothes because she had nothing decent at home, so I let it go.
“Oppa! Can I buy as much as I want?”
“A lot of part-time money came in. Still, only as much as you can carry.”
“You can carry it for me!”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll carry it.”
“Yay—!”
Watching her light up made me happy too. Right—just like Gyeong-jun said, living poor when you have money is just pathetic. We had enough to open dozens of clothing shops if we wanted, not just buy a few outfits. Why had I been pinching every penny until now? Seeing the family happy was a householder’s greatest joy. I would make sure they finally enjoyed the luxuries that bastard of a father had never let us have.
“Gyeong-hun, aren’t you spending too much?”
Unlike the giddy Hui-gyeong, Mom grabbed my arm, fretting about the expense. Her worry was so sweet and cute that I stroked her hair.
“We really got a lot of money. And we all need new clothes right now anyway. While we have it, we might as well buy good stuff and wear it for a long time.”
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Of course~. Don’t worry about it at all. You trust me, right?”
I held a blouse up under her chin; only then did Mom finally break into a bright smile and start enjoying the shopping herself. That was always how she was—carrying a mountain of worries every day. Yet the moment I told her not to worry, she would smile radiantly and nod, the perfect picture of a gentle, proper wife.
“Do you like that one? My, your younger sister is so well-behaved and pretty. It’s one of our best-sellers, so it’ll suit her perfectly. There’s a fitting room over there—try it on.”
To my astonishment, the shop owner complimented Mom by calling her the younger sister and steered her toward the fitting room.
“Oh my, the older sister is pretty too~. A better top would bring it out even more. This design is a co-bestseller with the one your sister has.”
Even more astonishingly, the owner now called Hui-gyeong the older sister and held out a pink blouse!
Silence fell.
With stiff, creaking movements Hui-gyeong took the clothes and trudged toward the fitting room.
“Is the older sister not feeling well?”
Seeing those slumped shoulders, the owner casually asked me. I quietly corrected her.
“That one’s the younger sister.”
“What?! I mean—the clothes—oh dear…”
“My little sister threw out all her clothes without thinking, so… haha…”
“These slacks go perfectly with the blouse from earlier. Please give them to both of them. And tell the younger sister I’m sorry~.”
The owner hurriedly pressed the pants into my hands and shoved me toward the back. I had no choice but to take them and head for the fitting rooms.
Strangely, the fitting rooms here were tucked away in a dim corner behind the shop. Being a weekday, there was hardly anyone around; the only person standing there was me… or so I thought.
“Hui-gyeong.”
“Oppa…”
“Why aren’t you changing?”
“I wanna go home…”
The shock of having looked older than Mom must have hit hard; Hui-gyeong whined, eyes already glistening. It was only because Mom looked so young, so I felt sorry for her and tried to soothe her.
“It’s because of the clothes. That’s why we came to buy new ones.”
“I feel bad.”
“Our Hui-gyeong is so pretty. Let’s pick out something cute, put it on, and go home. Oppa will buy everything.”
“But still…”
Her pouty lips were unbearably cute. I kissed them and pulled her into a hug.
“You can buy as many clothes as you want. Let’s go all-out this time. Isn’t the department store great? Our Hui-gyeong is pure city-girl style—she needs department-store outfits for the fit to really pop.”
“…Hiiing.”
Her mood seemed to improve; she nuzzled her head against me.
“Then I’ll take all of these. They are pretty.”
“Okay, let’s go ask the owner to wrap them up.”
“You do it, Oppa. I’m gonna look at more clothes somewhere else.”
“Huh? Let’s go together.”
“I just want to get out of here fast. If I see something pretty I’ll KakaoTalk you.”
“Got it.”
I nodded, and with her irritation completely gone Hui-gyeong smiled, handed over the clothes, and hurried away.
“When I call, you come right away, okay?”
“Of course.”
Moments like this, she was such an adorable girlfriend of mine—yet the second we got home the two of them would start brawling. It was a real shame.
Once Hui-gyeong disappeared, a knock came from one of the fitting-room doors.
“Gyeong-hun, are you there~?”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“Come over here.”
I walked to the door her voice was coming from.
“Still there~?”
“Yeah. Oh right—the owner recommended these slacks. Try them on.”
“Mm~. I don’t know…”
“You’re not gonna try them?”
“No!”
The door burst open and two arms shot out, wrapped around my neck, and yanked me straight inside. The door shut immediately, leaving Mom and me alone in the tiny space.
“Mm, pretty.”
“Uh, Mom.”
“Shh.”
She pressed a finger to my lips and smiled seductively.
“Hey, Gyeong-hun~.”
“Y-yeah.”
We both kept our voices to whispers so no one would overhear. The fitting room was meant for one person; with two of us inside we had no choice but to press tightly together, close enough that I could feel her breath.
“Help me change.”
“What?! Ah… say that again…?”
I raised my voice without meaning to, then hurriedly dropped it again; Mom’s smile only grew deeper.
“Hui-gyeong’s gone, right? I can’t get out of this by myself.”
She twisted around, raised both arms overhead, and told me,
“The chest part is way too tight—it won’t come off. Pull it up for me, Gyeong-hun.”
And then she pressed her ass right against my crotch. My cock swelled instantly; she ground her hips even harder and urged me on.
“My chest is all stuffy~.”
Above the jeans-clad ass, the elegant line of her waist filled my vision. Just below the hollow of her lower back, the top edge of black panties peeked out. That tiny glimpse alone was enough to send a slow wave of heat rolling through me.
“Hurry~.”
As her hips swayed and crushed against my cock, I swallowed hard and slid my hands under the crop top.