The Landlady and the Second Quest

After finishing up the cleanup, I leaned against the railing and lit a cigarette—the one I hadn't gotten to smoke earlier. A few thoughts bubbled up, filling my head.

First, I pondered how to use the points I'd earned from that initial quest, exhaling a plume of smoke. There were surely penalties for failing future quests too, and I couldn't risk a random stat nerf without any safety net like before. So, I decided to hold onto my current 6 points for now.

It wasn't like adding 0.6cm to my dick length right away would change much anyway...

Next came some fundamental worries about using the Yas System. Could this thing, which promised to fix my dick-size complex, actually lead me to ruin? The first quest alone—jerking off while peeping at the woman on the opposite rooftop—was straight-up misdemeanor territory.

Future quests would probably be as intense or ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠worse; no way they'd go easy. But I couldn't just ditch a system that could turn a small-dick loser like me into a big-cock stud. I toyed with the idea of going all-in once, maxing out my size, then quitting... but as if reading my mind, a Tip popped up.

I felt a pang of resistance at the idea of doing socially suicidal quests, but I couldn't pass up a chance to change my life. I kept sucking down smoke ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠deep into my lungs, wrestling with it.

By the time I'd smoked the whole cigarette, my desire for a massive cock had overpowered my reason. I'd keep using the system for now. Even if I quit later and went back to small-dick life, I wanted to live the big-dick experience at least once.

I exhaled the last puff, tossed the butt in the trash, and turned to head back inside when I heard footsteps coming up to the rooftop.

Tap-tap-tap. Lighter than the heavy thud of the fat landlord from yesterday, with a hint of heels. Definitely a woman.

Soon, a woman emerged—long straight hair tied up high, and even at a glance, a voluptuous, Coke-bottle figure. She wore heeled slippers, so not exact, but she looked around 168-170cm tall, carrying a plate of rice cakes toward me.

"You're the new student who moved in yesterday, right?"

"Yeah, that's me. Kim Hyungsik."

"Nice to meet you! I'm the landlady here, Choi Hyunjeong. Just call me Landlady casually."

"Landlady? Then the guy from yesterday..."

"Oh, my husband? The house is jointly owned by us two."

"Ah, I see..."

Honestly, I couldn't believe this bombshell in front of me was married to that pot-bellied slob from yesterday. He looked on the verge of old age, yet he had a beauty like this? Hyunjeong, smiling brightly right there, looked no older than mid-30s.

And with that overflowing figure obvious even under a plain T-shirt and jeans, she was a total mismatch for the landlord. That average-looking dude scoring a hot MILF like this? Suddenly, I envied him. What magic trick did he pull? Was he hot back in the day? Loaded with cash? Or... hung like a horse?

While I was lost in these stray thoughts with her standing there, she held out the plate and spoke.

"What're you thinking so hard about? Here, take the rice cakes. Relatives sent them over today—they're pretty good, so I brought some to share."

"Oh! Thanks, Hyunjeong."

"Oh my? Hearing a handsome guy call me by name feels nice❤️ Hohoho."

Snapped out of my daze by the plate thrust toward my chest and her words, my habit of prefixing nicknames kicked in, and I blurted her name. She seemed pleased, covering her mouth with one hand as she laughed.

My eyes naturally drifted to the heavy tits jiggling under her T-shirt. Trained by ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠years of porn, I'd peg those as at least G-cups. That lewd heft had blood rushing straight to my groin.

"Well, enjoy the rice cakes, Hyungsik. If you're free later for dinner, wanna eat with us?"

"That okay?"

"Of course. Come down to the first floor by 6:10, got it?"

"Got it, Hyunjeong."

"Good, good—keep calling me that from now on."

Her tone grew even friendlier after I used her name again, and I got this unexpected dinner invite. As I accepted and said it once more, she beamed, asked me to keep doing it, turned, and headed down the stairs.

I waved, but my eyes stayed glued to her ass. With every step, those massive cheeks strained against her jeans, wobbling hypnotically. I felt precum oozing from my tip.

How did such a slim waist support that huge ass...? I craned my neck toward the stairs for one last peek at those taut, jean-busting globes.

Ding-dong♪

Five minutes early for the time Hyunjeong mentioned, I rang the doorbell at the landlord's house on the first floor. The pot-bellied landlord from yesterday opened up with a welcome.

"Hey, ajusshi. Thanks for the invite."

"Good, good, Hyungsik—you're right on time. Come on in."

Following him inside past the entryway, the savory smell of stir-fried meat hit me. Then Hyunjeong, setting the table from the kitchen, took off her apron and greeted me warmly—like a mom with her own kid.

Amid their warm welcome, my eyes kept stealing glances at her voluptuous tits and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ass whenever I could.

The landlord, already seated, gestured to a spot and spoke up.

"We have this tradition of eating with new boarders. If you're cool with it, Hyungsik, join us often—whaddya say?"

"Hell yeah, I'd love that."

"Great! We'll eat together like this a lot, haha. Wanna have a drink after?"

"Ugh, you—talking booze before the kid even picks up his spoon!"

"Hahaha... It's fine. Yeah, ajusshi, I drink. Like it too."

"Uahaha, perfect! Let's have a round after dinner!"

The landlord boomed with laughter at my answer, while Hyunjeong sighed watching him. Looked like this dinner invite was really just him hunting for a drinking buddy. The "tradition" was an excuse.

"Alright, let's eat first."

Dinner kicked off with the landlord grabbing his chopsticks. We chatted amiably, me mostly answering their questions about myself. Before I knew it, the food was gone, and the meal seamlessly turned into drinks.

Hyunjeong efficiently set out snacks and booze, and the three of us started clinking glasses. With dinner bonding us and alcohol flowing, everyone's speech loosened right up.

"So you're an only child, Hyungsik?"

"Yeah, ajusshi. Woulda been nice to have siblings, but Dad bailed right after I was born... How many kids do you two have? Saw a photo—looks like one daughter?"

"Sharp eyes, huh? Yep, my wife and I got one pretty daughter. But she's been acting up lately with some nonsense..."

"Honey, don't say weird stuff in front of our guest."

Hyunjeong cut in quick as the landlord grumbled about his daughter—sounded like some family drama there. The mood quieted briefly on the topic, but he soon drained his glass and roared laughing again, face flushing redder.

Then, mid-toast, Hyunjeong stood first.

"Sweated a bit cooking... feeling kinda sticky. I'll wash up quick—you two keep drinking."

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead, honey. Hurry back."

And right then, my glasses lit up with another quest alert.