25. Assist: Landlord (Park Museong, 51)
Even after that day when I jerked off right in front of her while she watched and shot my load all over her face, I kept showing up at the landlord's house like clockwork for meals together, and she treated me just as sweetly as ever. She'd always open the door with that beaming smile to welcome me, and during meals, she'd check if I needed more rice here and there. It was hard to believe this picture-perfect housewife was the same woman who'd been rubbing my balls and moaning like a slut.
I couldn't wrap my head around why a woman who seemed like the epitome of a devoted homemaker would do such naughty things with me. No matter how much I puzzled over it or observed her daily routine, the answer eluded me. I just played along with her casual, unaffected demeanor...
That said, a few subtle—but massive—changes had cropped up. For one, Hyunjeong ajumma's outfits had gotten noticeably sexier, to the point where you had to pay close attention to spot it. The fabrics she wore were thinner now, with deep necklines teasing her firm upper cleavage and that deep valley between her tits. She'd rock tight skirts or pants that hugged her ass, thrusting her hips out at me like she was putting on a show. And when ajusshi stepped away or looked elsewhere, she'd outright grab her watermelon-sized breasts or knead that plump ass.
Her antics genuinely shocked and aroused me every time. After lunch, my underwear would be soaked through at the front—it had become routine.
But the biggest change? She started visiting my rooftop room every other day. Always with some excuse like bringing fruit or side dishes after lunch, she'd knock on my door. I'd open it with eager anticipation, and that sweet, innocent face of hers would flush with sultry lust, leading straight to our little private handplay—just like before. This time, though, she didn't just fondle my balls; she'd grab my cock outright and stroke it off. At the same time, she no longer held back, rubbing and fingering her own sloppy pussy lips, panting heavily.
By the time the room filled with lewd wet sounds and the musky scent of our arousal, I'd hit my limit from the electric pleasure. My cockhead would erupt, splattering her hand and face with cum, ending our filthy session. That had become our daily ritual.
The one frustrating thing? Even though my Lewd Gaze skill confirmed Hyunjeong ajumma was in heat, she wouldn't take things further. If I got too excited and tried shoving my dick toward her mouth, she'd yank her head back, glare at me, and grip my shaft so hard it hurt, stopping me cold. I'd sheepishly scratch my head and back off, and she'd loosen her hold, resuming the handjob. Day after day, that was our routine.
A week of this. Today, like always, I woke up late morning, splashed water on my face, and headed downstairs to the landlord's for lunch.
[Light knock on the door]
Hyunjeong ajumma opened the door with her usual bright smile to greet me, but today's outfit was anything but ordinary. The thin tank top was so sheer I could make out her flesh-colored bra underneath, and it was cropped short enough to bare her smooth, flawless midriff without a hint of flab. Her black leggings clung like a second skin, outlining her juicy ass, the plump mound of her pussy, and even the cameltoe slit in vivid detail.
Seeing her in such high-exposure gear, surprise and dirty excitement lit up my face. She flashed a seductive smirk and lightly brushed my crotch.
"What do you think? Like it?"
"Yeah, super sexy."
"I figured a perv like you would ❤️"
"Nah~ Every guy loves an outfit like this."
As she slyly stroked my cock up and down, asking if I approved, I gave her a thumbs-up. Her cheeks flushed a bit as she smiled in satisfaction.
"Enough chit-chat—come eat before it gets cold!"
"Coming, coming."
"Yeah, ajusshi, I'm heading in now."
Our hushed flirtation at the entrance dragged on a bit, and Park Museong, sitting at the table, called out in a louder voice. We jumped apart in surprise at his tone. Hurrying to reply, we rushed to the table.
Inside, ajusshi—who'd looked so friendly just yesterday—sat there with a grumpy scowl.
"Ajusshi, something wrong? Bad mood?"
"Nah, it's nothing. Tch..."
There was no way he'd caught on to me and ajumma, but I cautiously asked anyway. He brushed it off while shooting her a glare. Looked like some petty spat between them...
Right then, Hyunjeong ajumma explained what I was wondering about.
"He's sulking over my outfit. Don't mind him—let's eat."
"Hey! I'm not sulking! And honestly, isn't it embarrassing for a mom with a grown daughter to dress like that? Makes me ashamed!"
"You just said it was nothing—why blow up now? Besides, Jia bought this for me."
Her "sulking" comment lit the fuse, sparking a full-blown marital spat. From what I gathered, ajusshi just didn't approve of her clothes. As their bickering heated up, I—as the awkward dinner guest—felt the tension rising and jumped in to mediate.
"Whoa, both of you, calm down... Ajusshi, hear me out first."
Luckily, my intervention made them pause their shouting. I sided with ajumma to persuade him. After all, I was thrilled with her wardrobe—no need to take his side lol.
"Ajusshi, these days, most women dress like that. Plenty wear even skimpier stuff than this."
"Sure, young party girls do. But a old hag like her dressing all flashy?"
His "old hag" jab twisted Hyunjeong ajumma's face in fury—I could feel the heat radiating off her. And I wasn't immune either. Calling his sultry, glamorous wife—who still turned heads—"an old hag" pissed me off too. At the same time, a burning desire surged to steal her from this clueless pig who didn't appreciate her worth.
Can't believe he doesn't see how fuckable his hot wife is? What an idiot—pearls before swine. Screw it. I was gonna bang her soon anyway, but today, I'm shoving my dick balls-deep in that plump pussy no matter what.
I kept trying to sway him with those thoughts brewing, but he wouldn't budge. Fine by me—the madder she got, the better my chances for some fun. I stopped persuading and let him dig his hole.
"People are gonna talk. I can already hear the neighbors whispering about that crazy wife next door."
"Ugh, I can't take this! I'm outta here!"
"H-Hey, you crazy bitch..."
His bullshit pushed her over the edge. She slammed the table, shot up, yelled at him, untied her apron, and stormed out. Ajusshi just gawked, stunned—she'd never blown up like this before.
Serves you right for yapping crap before we even ate...
"Ajusshi, I'll talk to her and smooth things over."
"Uh, y-yeah... sure, Hyungsik."
Judging this the perfect chance to strike, I bolted after her. Slipping on my shoes, I caught sight of her heading for the green gate.
"Ajumma, wait! Talk to me!"
I sprinted—fastest I'd ever moved in my life—and grabbed her. She trembled, not turning to face me.
"Hyunjeong ajumma, don't do this outside. Come to my room and let's talk."
Caressing her soft hand in mine, I cooed gently. She turned toward me, revealing teary eyes and a red nose—like she was about to burst into tears.
Damn, even her "about to cry" face looked so pretty... and hot.
I wrapped her in my arms and headed to the rooftop room.