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'She's trembling a little.'
The hug between her daughter's friend and her friend's mother carried an awkward air that lingered between them. The tremor conveyed that Lee Seo-yoon was acutely aware of him as a man. It had stretched far beyond a light greeting or comforting embrace.
Lee Seo-yoon wondered if he could hear her heart pounding louder and louder, leaving her frozen in uncertainty. Then—thud.
"…?"
She felt something bump against her lower abdomen. Squeeze.
'What the hell is that…?'
A subtle foreign pressure, absent just moments ago, now pressed firmly into her lower belly. Something hard and elongated, palpable even through her clothes.
"??!!"
A beat later, Lee Seo-yoon realized what it was. She'd seen it last night in the motel room—a part of every man's body. The organ that swelled with arousal in any man driven by lust: his cock.
"Gulp…"
Tension surged through her, and she swallowed dryly. Somehow, the embrace felt even tighter now. Squish.
As if urging her to feel it fully, the pressure against her abdomen grew more vivid.
'W-what do I do? Push him away? Or pretend I don't notice?'
She'd mistaken his initial hug as innocent concern for her daughter, making it awkward to shove him off now. She stiffened in place.
"Mom…"
Kim Il-woo murmured in a soft, lingering voice, gazing into her eyes.
"Y-yeah?!"
Caught off guard by his unexpected response, Lee Seo-yoon's voice pitched high like she'd been pricked by a needle.
As his intensely serious expression overwhelmed her and she turned her head away, his face drew closer—like he was about to kiss her.
"W-wait…?! Il-woo…mmph?!"
Panicking at his approaching face, their lips met before she could react. Her eyes widened in shock, mirroring her utter bewilderment.
"Mmph…smack, slurp…w-wait…mmph?!"
Frozen by the sudden kiss, Lee Seo-yoon found herself locked in his arms, enduring the sticky exchange. It was a deep, sloppy kiss, tongues intertwining, molten with raw desire.
Terrified her daughter in the next room might hear, she couldn't scream. Her body rigid, she took it all.
Kim Il-woo found the friend's mom in his arms—twitching helplessly, unable to resist or respond—adorably pathetic. He slid his embracing hand downward, gripping her plump, fleshy ass tight.
Twitch!
His grasp on her ass made her body jolt like she'd been electrocuted. Through the thin house dress, the sensation of the married woman's voluptuous rear transmitted vividly. So soft he ached to knead it endlessly—but she shoved him back hard, her rejection unmistakable.
"Hah…! Hah…!"
Their lips parted, but his hand stayed clamped on her ass, trapping her in an awkward half-embrace.
"I-Il-woo…you…what the…"
Shame flooded her for this immoral act with her daughter's friend. She turned her head aside, stammering her protest. Her thick lips glistened with his saliva, her cheeks flushed like a virgin's—the married woman's bashful pose utterly fuckable.
"Last night was a drunken mistake on your part, ma'am. Nothing more…"
"I told you, Mom. I'd take care of both Ara and you. And ever since I made up my mind, just looking at you makes this swell up…"
Deliberately, Kim Il-woo pressed his throbbing erection against her lower belly. Feeling it, Lee Seo-yoon's eyes and lips began to quiver.
"You're too beautiful, Mom. I can't hold back."
He bared his desire honestly—not the muddy depths of it, but the scorching hunger clawing at his reason.
"Il-woo, you're not that kind of guy…"
His care for her daughter, the way he'd held his ground against Park Jun-hyun—everything she'd seen painted him as a decent man. But one drunken slip last night had forged an indelible secret between them.
'Is it my fault?'
Her steadfast trust in the boy she'd known since childhood shattered. Unaware this was his true nature, she blamed her own mistake. Channeling a parent's stern guidance, she lectured him.
"It's just a momentary urge."
She drew a firm line.
'So haughty.' Fitting the responsible mother who'd raised Choi Ara so diligently—even after tasting sweet ecstasy and screaming in pleasure, she severed it cleanly. His vile craving to kneel this woman and her daughter at his feet swelled stronger.
"So last night's mistake was all my fault too?"
Kim Il-woo opted for aggression.
"W-well…it's partly my fault too. As an adult, I shouldn't have…"
As expected, her strong sense of responsibility inflated her guilt, shaking her resolve.
"Ever since last night, seeing you drives me insane with excitement. If I don't release it, I can't control myself…"
"Il-woo…"
He played the part of true torment, like a boy tasting a woman's forbidden fruit for the first time—addicted to the bliss, lust uncontainable.
"S-sorry… I can't help it anymore… The good thing is, this urge seems aimed only at you and Ara."
Her daughter's name jolted her, but she feigned calm. She wanted to slap him and demand he retract the insult to her and her child—but he looked so genuinely agonized, suppressing burning lust.
In a sense, it was real: Kim Il-woo writhed under his boiling urge to force this mother-daughter pair down and dye them in his colors.
"Il-woo. It's temporary. Why not find another outlet? I get that you like Ara, but right now…so after today, you don't need to come anymore."
She knew why he doted on her daughter: heartbroken over Ara drifting to Park Jun-hyun, her childhood friend. She knew exploiting him for her selfish wish—her daughter to rise again—was vile. Yet last night's slip and her ego had twisted this fine young man. It pained and shamed her.
"No. It's the opposite. If I can't come anymore…"
At her cautious refusal, Kim Il-woo exuded ominous menace.
"I-Il-woo?"
For the first time sensing his violent edge, Lee Seo-yoon shrank from its ferocity.
"I can hold back now, but eventually… I might force myself on someone."
"Il-woo!"
Forgetting not to shout lest her daughter hear, she yelled his name as his face twisted.
"Hah…?"
Snapping to at her sharp cry, he feigned shock—like realizing too late what he'd said—shuddering.
"S-sorry. I'll head out now. I won't come back after today. Thanks for everything…"
"Il-woo."
She gently cupped his cheek. Her warm hand against his skin—fear, confusion, whatever—made him tremble.
"N-no, it's fine. It's not. I messed up. Come visit like always."
"Mom…"
"Y-yeah…mm…"
She seemed deeply conflicted, then fixed him with resolute eyes, like she'd made a hard decision.
"If…if it's that tough, Auntie will help a little."
"What…?"
Tension or shame parching her throat, she swallowed and uttered the forbidden words.
"It's partly my fault you're suffering like this…so…helping you…relieve it…"
Offering to ease his raging lust, her voice trailed off in mortification. Unable to meet his gaze, she bowed her head, mumbling adorably. Twirling the ends of her hair—tied forward in anxiety—a nervous habit.
"…"
Hearing the friend's mom declare she'd help sate his lust, Kim Il-woo hid a sinister smirk behind her back, vanishing instantly.
An uncomfortable silence hung between them.