26. Daughter's Fuck-Up Means Mom Pays the Price 1
Lee Seo-yoon was gripped by a profound exhaustion she could count on one hand since her husband's death.
"Team leader, I'll head out first."
"Ah, good work."
She'd powered through her tasks amid this heavy fatigue, and before she knew it, it was time to clock out.
I should hurry home too.
Yesterday, after enduring those two men all night, she'd had no choice but to take a day off. Even the rest she desperately needed had nearly been ruined by her daughter's frenzy at the end. Seeing her daughter—who'd lunged at her boyfriend and childhood friend, showering them with kisses before collapsing into a dead faint—had felt like the world crumbling around her.
Now that she can step outside her room, if we combine it with hospital treatment...
With psychiatric care, her dependence on that trash would fade. Clutching this unresolved worry about how to sever ties with Kim Il-woo—who'd been demoted from beast to garbage since yesterday—Lee Seo-yoon left the office.
A voice called from behind, snagging her hurried steps home.
"Hello, Ara's mom."
Lee Seo-yoon whipped around in horror at the voice she'd never forget unless her brain was swapped out.
"You...! How did you find my company...?!"
There stood Kim Il-woo, shamelessly venting his filthy lust under the pretext of her daughter.
"We're so close I could spot that mole on your side—hard not to know, right?"
In this convenient world, a quick search of the company name on her employee badge revealed the location. Kim Il-woo grinned innocently, his eyes gleaming with anticipation for what was to come.
"F-follow me for now."
Fearing someone might spot her with this man, Lee Seo-yoon hastily led him away from the office area.
"Haa, haa, haa."
Her chin nearly touching her chest from tension, and from speed-walking in those black high heels, Lee Seo-yoon paused to catch her breath.
"So what the hell brings you all the way to my company?"
She demanded sharply.
"Ara pissed me off, so I'm here to hold someone accountable. But is it okay to keep me standing like this?"
As Kim Il-woo dropped the formalities and exuded a chilling aura, Lee Seo-yoon flinched in fear.
What the hell did my daughter do...?
After yesterday, she'd banned Park Jun-hyun from visiting again, and because of Ara, she had no choice but to let this trash come and go as he pleased. What could have happened in just a day—or half a day—to piss him off this much?
"No need to look so scared. I won't torment you all night like yesterday."
He wouldn't torment her all night, but he'd still defile her body—that brazen attitude filled her with shame. Kim Il-woo leered lewdly at his friend's humiliated mother.
Today, she wore a crisp white blouse with a slightly open V-neck that teasingly revealed her voluptuous cleavage, made all the more seductive by her curvaceous figure.
She could button it to the top but chooses not to—subtly perverted, huh.
Knowing her cleavage was exposed yet leaving the top buttons undone—was it just discomfort, or her true nature? His intrigued gaze drifted lower. The form-fitting pencil skirt in a soft brown hue clung perfectly, accentuating her wide hips and ripe, juicy ass, igniting a burning desire to devour the married woman's hidden flesh beneath.
Guess I'll have to strip off those stockings.
Pity for today's play, but the black stockings had to go entirely. With the star ready and prepped, he scanned for a suitable spot.
A small park in the heart of the commercial district packed with offices—a convenience facility for the mental health of urban drones. Surrounded by workers heading home, the park itself was deserted.
Perfect, Friday evening.
The crowds rushing home for wild nights or fleeing to bustling streets ebbed away like the tide. In a bit, this place would be a ghost town.
"Ara's mom, you dragged me here to play?"
"What are you talking about?"
Kim Il-woo's lewd, satisfied smirk at the ideal spot sent chills down her spine, forcing her to ask.
Ara got hers and bolted after making me feel good—now it's my turn.
Today, he'd make his friend's mom feel nothing but his pleasure, trampling her dignity with outdoor exposure.
"Got any makeup?"
"Well... yeah..."
Basic cosmetics and lipstick were essentials for any working woman. Despite his arrogant demand, she couldn't resist handing them over.
"Perfect. Lipstick for some doodling too."
"Doodling...?"
"Yeah. Doodling."
The mismatched words—makeup and doodling—conjured horrific images she desperately tried to ignore.
"Take off your stockings first."
"R-right here?!"
She recoiled at his outrageous command. Office workers were still visible nearby; stripping her stockings was no different from a public striptease.
"Fine, I'll send Ara that video of her mom getting raped last night."
Without hesitation, Kim Il-woo fiddled with his phone, ready to send the footage of her shameful antics. As she froze in terror, he shoved the screen under her nose—the confirmation prompt asking if he should send it to her daughter.
"O-okay! I'll do it, just stop!"
Pale as a ghost, Lee Seo-yoon frantically reached for her skirt to remove the stockings.
Of all days, why'd I wear this skin-tight skirt?
The pencil skirt hugged her lower body so snugly it emphasized every curve. Impossible to remove stockings without taking it off first, so she reluctantly unzipped it.
Click.
"Eek?!"
The camera shutter made her freeze mid-strip, eyes wide. Sure enough, Kim Il-woo was filming her humiliation up close.
"Don't worry—it's not a photo, it's recording."
"That's even worse!"
His absurd consolation only heightened her mortification. The more humiliated and degraded she felt, the more his base desires thrilled—something her ordinary mind couldn't comprehend.
"Hurry up and strip, Ara's mom."
"Ugh..."
By deliberately invoking "Ara's mom" for the recording, her eyes welled up instantly upon realizing it. The elegant married woman trembling in humiliation as she stripped her own skirt was a dizzying sight that rushed blood to his groin.
Zip.
The sound of her skirt zipper cut through the urban din. Hastily yanking down the tight skirt that had gripped her lower half—lest anyone see—she secured space and swiftly rolled the stockings to her knees.
Her plump, overflowing thighs and ass were squeezed into modest apricot panties accented with a cute ribbon—a tantalizing feast for the eyes.
"Ribbons on your panties? Quite the cute taste."
"My daughter gave them to me. Don't belittle them."
So the age-inappropriate cute underwear was a gift from her only child. Irked at the precious present being mocked, her slightly droopy, seductive eyes sharpened with a fierce glint.
Doesn't she know her tearful, humiliated glare at me as her son's friend only fuels my conquest lust?
"How long you gonna do this striptease? Hand over the stockings."
"Ah..."
Urged while half-naked and glaring, she finally registered her state, yanking her skirt back up, then peeling off and handing over the stockings.
Kim Il-woo savored the texture. The silky feel, lingering warmth, and the married woman's thick, musky scent soaked in from all-day wear tickled his nose.
Sniff sniff.
"W-why are you sniffing that?!"
He ostentatiously inhaled the innermost crotch—the most obscene source—causing her face to burn crimson in shock.
"Give it back! Now!"
"Nope."
She lunged pitifully, on the verge of tears, but he toyed with her, dangling them just out of reach.
"What the hell do you even want?!"
Her outburst at the childish antics drew his sinister grin—he was ready to begin the real play.
"Go sit on that bench and take off your heels."
"..."
His suddenly serious tone terrified her. Past experience told her he could demand anything twisted.
Shoes off and seated on the bench, Lee Seo-yoon anxiously glanced around and at him.
"Spread your legs wide enough to flash your panties and squat down."
"W-what...? Il-woo, please..."
"Now."
She pleaded tearfully, but Kim Il-woo ignored it, issuing the order firmly. His patience had snapped after Ara's unresolved chaos and her selfish escape fueled by lust.