Mom's Boyfriend 1
### Harina's Room.
Tossing and turning in bed, Harina suddenly snapped her eyes open. She cupped her cheeks as she sat up, her face flushed red—she'd spent the whole night lost in filthy dreams.
"Crazy bitch... Dreaming about fucking of all things."
Slap! Slap! She shook her head and let out a long sigh. This was her first wet dream ever.
"Ugh... I'm seriously losing it."
Embarrassed for no damn reason, she yanked the blanket over her head. In the darkness, the realization hit her that the man from her dream had been Hadojin, and her whole body started burning with a strange heat. Especially down there...
"No, I can't think like that."
In the dream, she'd rubbed her cheek against Hadojin's rock-hard abs, pinched her own tits... and writhed in ecstasy, utterly mesmerized by his thick, heavy cock.
"Fuck. I haven't even had sex yet... So why does it feel so good?"
Her pussy was still throbbing, itchy as hell. She grabbed a mirror and spread her outer and inner lips just a bit.
"Ugh. Looks so gross."
In the dream, Hadojin had been tonguing this spot... his massive...
"Ah. Fuck. Stop thinking!"
Chuu—an embarrassing wet sound. Her juices were still dripping out.
She scooped some on her finger and sniffed it.
"Eut..."
Her clit was swollen and engorged, her vulva puffy. It felt fever-hot. Love juices leaking from deep inside had soaked the bed sheets completely.
"Haa... This much discharge?"
It was her first time. Not her period, not piss... this weirdly sticky fluid had drenched her lower body, the sheets, everything.
Harina grabbed the sopping blanket and shoved it into the washer.
She splashed cold water on her face to snap out of it.
"Crazy bitch... Get it together."
Her head finally cleared. With a light sigh, she muttered, "Oppa already out working out?"
Yesterday's chat with Hadojin came back—prepping for the academy's hunter class, and their promise to train together. A weird flutter mixed with tension washed over her.
She changed into light training clothes and headed to the living room. No Hadojin. No shoes by the door—he must've gone for his dawn run already.
"What the hell. Said we'd train together..."
Grabbing a glass of water in the kitchen, she heard the front door open.
"Huh? Rina, you're up? Was gonna wake you."
Sweaty Hadojin stepped in. His damp t-shirt clung to his body, outlining every ridge of his solid muscles. His shoulders looked broader, his chest and arms properly built now.
As he passed, wiping sweat with a towel, Harina caught herself holding her breath. That musky scent mixed with sweat—something she'd never smelled on the old Hadojin. Pure, intense male.
"What, oppa? Said we'd go together, but you ran first?"
"Did some sprints to warm up. Lace up your sneakers. Let's go—we're starting today, right?"
His eyes had a playful glint, but there was real seriousness underneath.
Harina nodded. "Yeah. What first?"
"Stretching. Then just a light hour run today."
"A light hour?"
Hadojin demonstrated the stretches smoothly. Harina mimicked every move, unable to tear her eyes from his body. He was right there in the same space, but he felt like a totally different guy from yesterday.
They finished stretching and headed out. Crisp dawn air filled her lungs.
He started at an easy pace; she followed.
"Too fast, just say."
"Nah, it's fine."
It was okay at first, but after twenty minutes, Harina's breaths came ragged. Hadojin kept his steady rhythm, looking totally chill.
"Huk... huk... Oppa... hold up..."
Harina finally stopped by the roadside, gasping. Hadojin pulled up too, waiting patiently.
"You good? First time's rough. Call it here?"
"No... I can do it."
Her stubborn streak kicked in. They started again, but her legs grew heavier by the second. Then Hadojin lightly took her hand.
"Tired? Grab on. I'll pull you."
His hand was big and warm. The touch strangely energized her. Feeling her cheeks heat, she nodded.
How much longer? They finally hit the hour mark and got home.
"Whoa... I'm dying."
Harina collapsed at the entryway. Hadojin smirked down at her.
"You look wrecked. Shower up."
"Oppa... not tired?"
"This? Piece of cake. Do it daily."
She looked up at his sweat-drenched form. Confidence radiated from his face, his eyes alive with energy.
He's really... changed so much.
"I'll shower upstairs. You take downstairs."
"Mm."
Harina slipped into the downstairs shower, connected to mom's bedroom. She peeked—mom was on the bed, scrolling her phone. Good, still asleep.
Before showering, she sat on the toilet. Mom's door was cracked open, a bit awkward. As she reached to close the bathroom door—
Ring ring.
An Hyeonmi's phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, face flashing surprise.
"Hello?"
The door ajar let her voice leak out. Harina perked up without thinking.
"Yes, Master... Yesterday was so good... Hearing your voice first thing... my pussy's getting hot again..."
Harina froze solid. Master?Pussy getting hot? Yesterday's cum-stained panties and piercing in mom's room flashed back.
"The spot Master touched is still... Ah, yes... I'm Master's cumdump, after all... Anytime Master wants... Yes, right now? Ah... Yes, sounds good, Master..."
An Hyeonmi's voice dripped with coquettish heat, her breaths turning lewd.
Harina went pale. Mom was calling herself a cumdump on the phone. Whoever it was, she called him Master.
Mom's boyfriend... is that kind of guy?
Hadojin's words echoed—if Mom's happy, congratulate her—but this? No way. This wasn't right. Mom was being controlled by that creep.
And then the real shock. An Hyeonmi yanked open a drawer and pulled out a dildo. Legs splayed wide, still on the phone, she started shoving the vibrating toy into her pussy.
"Haaaang... Master... your cumdump's pussy is so hot. Haeng~♥"
Harina sat paralyzed on the toilet. If she turned on the shower now, Mom would know she'd overheard.
Panting in heat, proudly owning her cumdump title, Mom went further—chaining her piercings and stuffing her ass.
"How the... how can she..."
Harina knew Mom's prim image; this frenzied lewdness was 180 degrees opposite. Unthinkable.
But between her own legs... wetness building.
Am I... getting turned on? Watching Mom masturbate?
She couldn't take it. She flushed the toilet on purpose. Mom jolted, ending the call in a panic. She unhooked the chain, dressed, and shuffled toward the shower. Her face glowed flushed, eyes misty—like a girl in love, or someone high.
"That you... Rina?"
"Yeah... Mom. Who was that on the phone?"
Her voice shook.
An Hyeonmi startled but smiled. "Oh... just an acquaintance. No big deal."
"Your boyfriend?"
Mom's face burned redder. She looked away and nodded.
"Gonna shower."
Harina had no clue what to say—dodged it. That image of Mom degrading herself, pounding her pussy and ass, kept searing her mind.
Mom, awkward too, quietly shut the door.
Harina showered and emerged to Mom prepping breakfast. Hadojin sat at the table, gazing fondly at Mom's back.
"What's for breakfast?"
"Come on, Rina dear. Morning workout got you hungry? Mom's making egg toast."
"Yeah. But oppa, you don't get tired at that pace?"
"Keep it up a month, you'll be fine. First day and you did great. Good girl."
Hadojin ruffled her hair. She'd have snapped before, but now? It felt nice.
"Tch. Oppa, whatcha drinking?"
"Cafe latte."
"What? Milk in the fridge? Threw it out yesterday—expired."
Harina shot up, checked the fridge. No milk.
"Ah. I drank it all. Gone."
"What... I like lattes too. Tch."
She snatched Hadojin's cup like it was hers.
He looked startled for a sec.
"What? Just a sip—why so shocked?"
"Not shocked... Just first time anyone's snatched mine."
"Hehe. Yeah?"
Harina sipped her brother's latte. Creamy foam, rich milk flavor—tasty. A faint fishy tang from the milk, but it blended perfectly with the bold Colombian coffee.
"Whoa, what milk is this? So good. Stock the fridge later—I love lattes too."
That's when sis Haruna came down and sat.
"What? Gimme a sip. That good?"
Harina passed it to Haruna.
Hadojin rubbed his temple like his head throbbed.
"Damn, he treasures his coffee. Tsk tsk."
Haruna sipped the rest, eyes going wide.
"Whoa... Where'd you get this? Latte's amazing."
"Right, sis? Super tasty. Milk's got this weird vibe but good."
"Totally."
The sisters chowed down happily while Mom An Hyeonmi's ears turned beet red.
Harina figured it was 'cause she'd overheard that weird call.
"Mom... Be real—what's your boyfriend like?"
"Huh? Oh... He's a good man. Takes real good care of Mom..."
Her voice was dreamy, like she was lost in fantasy. You could feel how deep she was into him.
Harina couldn't hold back anymore. Sisters, brother—whole family needed to know.
"Mom! I heard it all—he makes you call yourself a cumdump, call him Master! How's that a good guy?!"
Silence crashed over the table.
An Hyeonmi's smile vanished. Her eyes widened, lips quivering. Her legs gave out beneath her.
