The Hair in His Bed
Bora was mopping the salon floor when Jisu walked through the door, and she didn't bother hiding the irritation in her voice.
"You've been running late an awful lot lately, haven't you?"
"Oh, come on. How late could I possibly be? At most..."
Jisu glanced at the clock, then hurriedly snatched the mop right out of Bora's hands.
"Oh my. Sorry. I had no idea it was this late already. Hehe."
"An hour is 'at most'? You've been late practically every other day. What's going on with you?"
"I'm sorry. Starting tomorrow, I swear I won't be late. Okay? Come on, Bora, don't be mad."
She flashed that sly, sheepish grin of hers, watching Bora's face for a reaction.
"Honestly. Just get here on time, would you? Morning cleanup is supposed to be a two-person job."
"Okay, okay~ Sorry. You're going to give that pretty face of yours wrinkles. Come on, drop the scowl."
"Tch. You little minx."
Jisu's shameless charm made it impossible to stay angry. Bora's expression softened, but that didn't mean she was happy about Jisu showing up late every single day.
She'd asked more times than she could count what Jisu was doing every morning that made her so late. The answers never changed: she'd overslept, or the traffic had been terrible. Ordinary excuses, every time.
But that wasn't really what was bothering her. The thing that had been eating at Bora was something else entirely.
Lately, every time she cleaned her son Hyeonsu's room, she found strands of hair. Light-colored, dyed, about the length of a short bob. No matter how she looked at them, she couldn't shake the feeling they were Jisu's.
Why did they keep turning up on her son's bed? She could pick them off, and a few days later they'd be back. She had no idea why.
Once, she'd even brought one of those strands to the salon and secretly compared it to Jisu's hair. They were identical.
Still, she couldn't jump to conclusions. Yerin and Jisu came over all the time — they'd drink beer, eat fried chicken, watch movies. It was only natural to find their hair on the living room floor or the sofa.
But why on Hyeonsu's bed? And why only Jisu's hair — never Yerin's? No matter how hard she wracked her brain, she couldn't come up with a satisfying answer.
"You've been seeing your boyfriend a lot lately, right?"
Jisu's face lit up with a bright, easy smile.
"Of course I have. Why the sudden interest? You never ask about that kind of thing."
"...No reason. Just wondering."
The question had been a roundabout way of probing a faint, uneasy suspicion — that Jisu and her son Hyeonsu might be involved in something they shouldn't be. But looking at Jisu's face, it didn't seem like that was the case either. Lately, Bora's mind was a tangled mess.
"But seriously, Bora — you're really not going to get a boyfriend? Don't you get lonely?"
"I'm not lonely. I've got you girls, and I've got Hyeonsu. That's enough."
Ever since Hyeonsu's father had walked out and she'd taken on raising the boy herself, Bora hadn't gone on a single date. Plenty of men had hit on her at the salon, of course. Every time, she'd simply point to the photo of Hyeonsu hanging on the wall. The men would apologize, saying they'd assumed she was single, and never come back.
There'd even been a few lunatics who'd shrugged and asked what it mattered if she was a married woman, then tried to talk her into a steamy affair anyway.
"I know that. But lonely can mean something else too, you know. Like... physically lonely."
"Oh, stop. Don't talk nonsense. I don't have that problem."
That's what she said. But over the twelve years she'd spent raising Hyeonsu, it wasn't as if other thoughts had never crossed her mind. She was a woman in her prime. Claiming she didn't miss having a man would have been a bald-faced lie.
The truth was, recently — or more precisely, for the past few months — her sexual desire had been boiling over, on the verge of bursting. Just watching a well-built man walk down the street made her ache between her legs. When a handsome customer came in, her eyes kept drifting toward him.
Still, the single-minded determination to raise Hyeonsu well had made her abandon any thought of getting a boyfriend. Instead, there was just one thing. The masturbation she did before bed.
Bora would wait until she was sure Hyeonsu was sound asleep, then soothe her body in her own room. At first, she'd only meant to take the edge off with a single finger. These days, she spent well over an hour lost in herself, keeping as quiet as she could, buried under the covers, chasing her own climax.
Whether it was a blessing or not, she couldn't say — but thanks to that, the urge to find a boyfriend had slowly faded.
"Oh, right — that customer has an appointment today, doesn't he?"
"Who?"
"You know. That guy around Hyeonsu's age. The really handsome one..."
"Oh my. That's right. He said he'd be coming in early this morning."
She'd pretended it had just occurred to her, but Bora had been waiting for that customer since before she'd even left for work.
He'd been coming to the salon for a few months now. The man looked to be in his early-to-mid twenties, handsome enough that you might mistake him for a celebrity. Jisu just thought he was good-looking and left it at that. But Bora had felt it. His gaze. The way his eyes slowly explored her body, as if his hands were trailing over her skin. And she'd been secretly enjoying it.
That wasn't to say the man was a pervert. On his second or third visit, he'd met her eyes as if asking for permission. The moment she'd understood what he meant and given a small nod... that was probably when it had started.
From then on, the man would devour her with his eyes, tracing every inch of her body until the appointment was over. And it hadn't felt unpleasant. If anything, it had been a rather stimulating way to pass the time — so much so that she felt no urge to stop it. Which might have been why she'd come to work in such a short outfit today...
Just then, the doorbell chimed and the salon door swung open. It was him. The man she'd been waiting for. Jisu greeted him with a bright smile and a cheerful voice.
"Welcome~ You have an appointment today, right? Just hand me your top and have a seat."
"Ah. Yes."
As he pulled off his shirt, the man's eyes met Bora's. She returned the look with a light smile and a small nod of greeting.
"You've been coming in a lot lately, haven't you? It's only been about two weeks, right?"
Jisu asked, her voice extra bright as she draped the cutting cape around his neck.
"My hair seems to grow pretty fast."
"Oh my, is that so? Hehe. I hear that happens when you have a lot of dirty thoughts..."
"Huh? Ah... yeah..."
The man gave an awkward laugh at Jisu's remark.
"Hahaha. I'm just kidding."
Jisu finished prepping him for the cut and stepped aside. Bora took her place. She misted his hair with the spray bottle and asked,
"How would you like it cut?"
"Just... however you think looks good."
The same thing he always said. No special requests. He was happy with whatever style Bora gave him.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
Once the cut began, the man's gaze shifted through the mirror onto Bora's body. She could feel it clearly — exactly where he was looking. The way his eyes had dropped slightly... he was looking at her stocking-clad legs. Bora subtly rotated her ankle, angling herself so that the line from her calf to her thigh would show to its fullest advantage in the mirror.
For a split second, the man's eyes widened — just barely.
Throughout the cut, Bora kept putting her body on display for him. She'd shift her hips back just enough to show off the generous curve of her pelvis. She'd raise her arms as if stretching, drawing attention to her slender waist. And when she leaned in from the front to trim his bangs, she bent over on purpose, giving him an unobstructed view of her cleavage.
The man couldn't look away. If anything, he found himself leaning forward without realizing it. The two of them filled each other's desire as if they were having sex inside their own heads.
Under the cutting cape, the man's hand moved in a repeating motion. It was so slight it was almost invisible — but Bora saw it clearly. And she pictured exactly what was happening underneath.
A cut that would normally have been over in no time stretched on for nearly an hour. By the time they were wrapping up, Bora could feel how wet she'd gotten inside her panties. She clenched her inner walls tight, riding the sensation as close to climax as she could. Her breathing had quickened without her noticing, and her eyes had gone half-lidded.
"Alright~ Let's get you over to the shampoo station."
Jisu, who'd been waiting nearby, brushed the clippings from the man's hair and removed the cape.
I'm losing my mind...
Bora felt ashamed that a man her son's age could get her this worked up — but the thought vanished almost as soon as it formed. No matter how strong a woman's reason might be, it didn't stand a chance against a body this full of lust.
She hid the lingering disappointment on her face and swept up the hair clippings from the floor.
A short while later, Jisu and the man emerged from the shampoo station.
"You can take a seat now."
Jisu handled the finishing work — drying his wet hair, cleaning up the stray hairs on his neck, styling it neatly. Meanwhile, Bora sat on the sofa and tidied up the well-thumbed copies of Monthly Hair.
The man kept staring at her through the mirror the entire time. Bora knew it. When she'd sat down, her skirt had ridden up slightly, and she made no effort to pull it back down. If anything, she found herself hoping the hem would climb even higher — that her bare thighs, stark against the black stockings, would catch his eyes.
Once the cut and styling were done, the man stood, paid, and headed for the door.
"Come again."
"I will."
As the customer stepped outside, he and Bora locked eyes one last time and exchanged a small, knowing nod.
"Hahaha. Bora, you didn't see, did you? That guy, oh my god~"
Having seen him out, Jisu scurried over to Bora, glancing around as if they weren't the only two people in the salon. She dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
"When I was shampooing him, I noticed something bulging down there, so I took a look — and it was hard. Hahaha. Unbelievable."
"R-really?"
"I'm telling you. He was sneaking glances at you the whole time you were cutting his hair. Must've gotten him all worked up. Hahaha. I thought he was going to bust right through his pants."
The moment Bora heard that, her face went hot. Her heart was pounding, and all she could think about was getting home so she could touch herself. Every time she crossed her legs, her panties slid slick against her.
"I... I need the bathroom."
Bora stood up from the sofa and went into the restroom. She locked the door, hiked up her skirt, and pulled down her panties and stockings.
A long, glistening strand of wetness stretched between her pussy and the fabric.