Chapter 185
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 185
Chapter Title: Local S-Rank MILF Hyejeong (Platinum Blonde, Violet Eyes, Extra-Large Milk Jugs)
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"Oppa!"
Serena threw her arms around me. I snuck in a feel of her breasts and a quick butt grab, but she just seemed thrilled.
It was a damn good hug...
"Stella coming too?"
"...Eyes are watching."
I mean, whatever.
Stella got extra wary around strangers. I got it.
I hopped in the car. The two suddenly started playing rock-paper-scissors—the winner got shotgun.
Stella won.
"Go sit comfy in the back..."
I started to say.
But the moment I saw Stella plop down next to me, my breath caught.
The second her ass hit the seat, her thighs—those perfect little sister thighs—filled the enclosed space, short-circuiting my brain.
...The driver's seat view was no joke.
Part of it was Stella's killer figure, sure...
Ah, crap—staring at her thighs like this...
Stella glanced my way, looking bashful.
"...I like sitting next to big brother."
"......"
I silently ran my hand along Stella's thigh.
"...Ah..."
She tensed up a little, pressing her thighs together.
But she didn't pull away, even when my fingers slipped to the more sensitive spot inside.
I gently teased her clit.
"No eyes here, right?"
"Just us..."
A kiss might be too risky.
So instead, I got bolder down below.
My naughty fingers went to work on her pussy.
"...Yeah... Big brother... Pervert..."
"...Wanna cum?"
"Next time, I wanna sit up front..."
If Serena had shotgun, I might not have held back from groping her tits.
"The world of competition is cruel, Serena."
"Hing..."
I finally started driving to the supermarket.
"Oppa'll haul the bags, so buy whatever you want."
"Really?"
"Strength stat's over 200. Nothing's too heavy."
"At that level, nothing's heavy except Serena's tits."
Stella tossed out a cheeky jab.
"My boobs aren't that heavy~~."
"True. Perfect handful weight."
"Puhhat. 'Handful weight'? Never heard that one~."
"Stella's are big too."
I stole a glance.
At Stella's chest.
"Me? Next to Serena, I'm flat. Barely over G-cup."
"Serena's what, then?"
"...K?"
Yeah, she'd give the Student Council President a run for her money.
"No bras that fit... could be trouble."
"Order some. I'll cover it."
"They're pricey—sure?"
I'd split the payout from nabbing Xenobia.
Figured 500k coins would do it.
At the light, I transferred it to Serena.
"Give that to Mom."
"Hiek!!"
Serena yelped in shock.
"Wh-what's this?!"
"What else? Money."
"Oppa... what the hell do you even do..."
Normally, I'd say onahole sales...
"Villain takedown fee."
"Why? How much?"
Stella twisted around to check Serena's phone.
"Whoa... We're loaded now? Serena!"
"Yeah... loaded!"
"Kyaa~~!"
"Kyaa!"
They hugged and squealed like the car might take off—I couldn't help grinning.
"Oppa best!"
"Oppa number one!"
Serena kept glancing between her remaining coins and me.
"Oppa oppa. Villain bounties pay that much?"
"Not exactly bounties. Villains' Masterpieces use illegally refined monster cores—we recover 'em, get paid."
"Ah... So only top-tier villains qualify... Amazing..."
"Oppa acts like a total pro?? So cool."
They hyped me up good.
I gripped the wheel all stoic manly-man style, but inside, Kim Sanghyeok was breakdancing.
Like ye~.
Couldn't hate pretty little sisters fawning like that.
"Mom's gonna love it!"
"Love? She's always wanted to retire... This much? She'd be cool with Oppa as her personal chef."
"Personal chef for your real mom?"
"Huh? Meant meal duty? What'd you think?"
She said it to mislead on purpose!
"Asking again..."
Mouth went dry for some reason.
"Me hooking up with your real mom—not weird?"
"We're cool with it."
"Mom's gorgeous. Wouldn't look off with big brother."
"What about stares?"
Stella scoffed.
"Let 'em stare weird. Our oppas earns 800k coins a month?"
"Do whatever! Weren't you aiming for a hundred girlfriends? Oppa."
"No weird goals like that..."
What rumors were flying among the freshmen...
"A hundred? Even randos, hard to remember names."
"Not randos. Standards rising. Super selective."
"Mom qualify?"
"Qualifies?"
No...
Why were they so invested in me and their mom hooking up!
Hyejeong?
Seeing Mom as a woman...
That radiant platinum blonde, her spotless skin...
King-sized tits... cinched waist, womanly hips... those cock-stirring thighs and legs...
'Hmm.'
"Top of the qualifiers..."
"Kyaa~~!"
"If eyes meet, we won't cockblock?"
"Eyes meet..."
...Big trouble. Wonder what Hyejeong would say if she saw this...
"Our mom's off-limits now. Drop it."
"Yes!"
"Okay~!"
They listened well, at least.
At the mart, Serena and Stella loaded the cart sky-high. Especially ingredients.
Fridge was empty too...
"Onions, carrots! Mom wants curry tomorrow too."
"On it."
Me on cart duty, cruising the discount aisle.
Stella and Serena each with a hand on the cart—everyone stared like it was a show.
Our little sisters were cute. Gawking approved...
But three seconds max!
Glare!
"That oppa's hot..."
"Wah..."
The spectacle was me!?
Oh right—handsome guy. 'Handsome guy'—monologue's getting weird.
Anyway, handsome face always a fresh thrill...
"Pork shoulder, pasta noodles... cherry tomatoes! Shrimp!"
"No chicken stock? Your cheat key last time."
Stella asked Serena.
"Nah, fine! Gonna make real chicken broth."
"......"
Tedious as hell. Just hearing it...
Serena caught my eye and beamed.
"Yummy home cooking every day. Oppa♡"
"Love that. Sometimes I'll cook for you girls."
"Eung!"
Serena shook her head vigorously.
"Men don't..."
"Do that?"
"Do that!"
I echoed her perfectly in sync.
"What, Oppa."
"Stuck with me."
"Remember? At home, Oppa's basically the emperor♡"
True enough.
Tonight's service included?
No uncle-vibes service talk, but Serena'd crash my bedroom for sure.
'Too luxurious...?'
Owe En-chan big. Maybe snag something for her.
Shopping marathon over, three bags per hand loaded into the trunk.
Massive haul—tough for any normie dude—but my stats made it a joke.
"Head home?"
"Yeah!"
Return trip, Serena took shotgun.
A bit darker out? Gave me courage to cop a feel of her tits.
"Mm..."
Serena gave a shy glance.
I kneaded her thighs too.
"Buckle up."
"Yeah."
...Sorry Stella, but the seatbelt really popped those natural milk cushions.
I kept stroking Serena's thighs.
Swish... swish...
From the back, annoyed Stella piped up.
"Big brother! Not leaving?"
"Ah, r-right. Let's roll."
"Hmph."
Clock check—five minutes of groping...
"Oppa drives like a pro."
"Totally natural."
"......"
Cuz I am.
I drove in silence.
Parked in the paid lot near home, piled out with the sisters.
Hauling bags again, my treat.
"Oppa, lemme help."
"Man's work."
Barely heavy anyway.
At the door, Hyejeong greeted us in hotpants—no attempt to hide those sexy hip curves.
"Oh my god. Gimme—looks heavy."
"I'll carry 'em in."
Hyejeong smirked, hand on hip.
"Guys are different, huh? Our Sanghyeok."
"......"
A little swell of pride.
Bags away, Serena and Mom got busy.
Unpack, portion food for easy fridge access—not just dumping it in.
Me and Stella? Hands washed, TV time.
"Stella no help?"
"I'd just get in the way."
"Fair."
"Oppa's a guy—can't enter."
"Exactly."
I hugged Stella tight, sucking her nape while watching TV.
She took it like no big deal.
"Oi! Corner time again?"
Hyejeong's bark from the kitchen.
Caught red-handed mid-smooch.
Stella pouted, lips pursed.
"Just do Mom already..."
"Not for oppas ears..."
"Slept together last night. She's basically yours, right?"
"Mine..."
Mom was just being Mom.
But the sisters were itching for skinship.
Sex with me? Instant Mom-catch and corner punishment...
......
I snuck peeks at Hyejeong's ass.
Hotpants riding up—lacy sexy panties and underbutt cheek peeking.
How's a mom of two grown girls pulling this off?
Those thighs looked impossibly smooth...
Moments later. Dinner time.
Mom and Serena flexed—dinner value hit absurd levels.
How many sides...
"Son. Good work earning."
Eye contact with flushed-cheek Hyejeong.
'She knows.'
My 500k coins landed well.
"Thanks. Let's eat."
Damn good. That morning nutrition rice, huh.
Mom's unbeatable pork stir-fry gleamed, tempting my chopsticks.
Sweet-sour seaweed salad woke my appetite, then meat—pure bliss.
"So good..."
"R-really? Mom'll keep cooking. Eat up!"
"Love it, Mom..."
"Hmph."
Mackerel grill, steamed egg custards too...
This many sides meant trash piles up—solo life, no way.
Twice a day? Paradise.
"Oppa's fave japchae too. Try with chives."
"Mmm..."
Heaping portions—stuff your face worthy.
Finish with stew.
Kimchi jjigae a must!
One bite: aged kimchi tang, meat grease, fluffy hot tofu—saliva explosion.
'Sex...'
Wasn't this sex too?
Pretty sweet Mom's cooking? Even better.
"Another bowl, please."
I stood.
Serena and Hyejeong bolted up, snatching my bowl.
"I got it. Serena, seconds?"
"Yes, Mom."
"Me too."
Hyejeong bustled.
......I still ogled her ass,
"......"
"......"
Sisters totally clocked my stare.
"...Oppa. Mom's room again tonight?"
Hyejeong flinched.
"No way! Oppa's a grown man—sleeping with Mom forever? Your own room."
"......"
Serena cleared her throat, then straight-up.
"Guess I'll sneak into Oppa's room then. Right, Stella?"
"Yup~ Smart."
"What!? You two... Caught again? Two hours corner."
Hyejeong fidgeted, then to me.
"Kim Sanghyeok. Mom's room tonight too."
Cough...
Too blatant a lure. This...
I crammed rice, nodded while chewing.
Gulp...
"Got it? Bedtime, Mom's room."
"...Yup."
......
Serena and Stella exchanged victorious looks.
......No. Don't shove Oppa at Mom to bang...... you two...
That night.