Chapter 3: Dilemma
Chapter 3: Dilemma
Chapter 3: Dilemma
Chapter 3: Dilemma
Jihoon stared at the closed laptop in his pitch-black room for a long time.
Only the faint moonlight illuminated his face.
After hesitating for what felt like forever, he finally made up his mind and opened the laptop.
Ttalkak.
Wiiiiiing
His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment,
then he connected to the DC Inside "Advice Gallery."
Tadak tadak tadak.
He typed in the title.
[Concern Post] I found out my stepmom is running a pervert account...
Then he quickly wrote out the body.
Anger, lust, and utter confusion poured straight onto the screen.
[Concern Post] I found out my stepmom is running a pervert account... (Views: 0 / Recommendations: 0)
Hyungdeul... I'm seriously losing my mind.
My dad brought home a new stepmom.
She's thirty-seven, but her body is straight-up model-tier glamorous.
Her looks are still good enough to get phone numbers on the street.
But yesterday,
I found her secret Instagram account.
The photos only show her body, face hidden...
Bikinis, underwear, even full nudes.
The mole positions and scar locations match Sohee almost exactly...
I feel so betrayed my head's about to explode.
What the hell am I supposed to do now?
Should I just expose everything to Dad?
After posting, Jihoon deliberately waited a while.
Suppressing his nerves, he browsed other posts, then couldn't hold back and hit refresh.
"......Fuck, what the hell is this."
His post had shot straight to real-time best number one.
Twenty thousand views, two thousand recommendations, over a hundred comments.
Jihoon frantically opened the comments.
The comment section was complete chaos.
↪ Whoa, insane haha Stepmom's a total pervert lol
↪ This guy's writing a novel... does this even make sense?
↪ Hey, are you actually feeling betrayed right now? lol Or are you jerking off to her pics?
↪ Share the account ID... or at least some pics...
↪ Don't snitch to Dad, just use it as blackmail and train your stepmom yourself...
↪ Whoa... this hyung graduated from Harvard? So fucking smart ㅊㅊ
Especially the comment "Don't snitch to Dad, just use it as blackmail and train your stepmom yourself..." grabbed Jihoon's eyes hard.
He stared at that sentence for a long time.
A dark, burning desire buried deep in his chest slowly,
yet surely, began to rise.
'......Me?'
'Me...... training...... my stepmom.'
Once that thought filled his head,
Jihoon's lips slowly curled upward.
It was a cold, dangerous smile.
That night,
Jihoon dug through the S_Private account until past four in the morning.
Photos of Sohee with her face hidden, half-naked.
Photos of her breasts jiggling,
sexy bikini shots,
lingerie shots......
He didn't just look at the pictures.
He opened every single comment,
searching for traces of the men who interacted with her.
[Whoa, her body is insane!]
[Sent a DM. Check it out]
[Why won't she show her face? Is she fucking ugly?]
[Even if she's ugly, with a body like that it's totally doable]
Most of them were low-grade jokes, and there didn't seem to be any real communication.
Still, Jihoon's hands trembled as he read the comments.
'......Other men were looking at omma's photos and mocking her in the comments.'
Jealousy, rage, and an even fiercer lust surged up at the same time.
The body he had secretly watched every night,
the body whose underwear he had stolen to masturbate with,
had become a shared plaything for other men.
'Why...... why does omma do this kind of thing?'
His hatred only grew deeper.
After exploring the account like that, the night passed for Jihoon.
From that day on, Jihoon began observing Sohee every single day.
In the morning, when Sohee did yoga in the living room,
he deliberately went out and stared intently at her body.
Jihoon's gaze lingered on the smooth area around Sohee's armpit.
Sohee noticed Jihoon's stare.
"Jihoon-ah, what's wrong? Did you have something to ask omma?"
"Ah... no."
Sohee smiled and fiddled with her own armpit while asking, but
Jihoon's face turned red at the sight.
He mumbled something and quickly left the spot.
The small mole on the armpit area that showed when Sohee got into cat pose.
It matched the location, size, and color of the mole in the S_Private account photos perfectly.
Another day,
when Sohee came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel and dried herself,
Jihoon also confirmed the faint scar on the inside of her thigh.
Jihoon returned to his room, placed the photos of the moles and scars he had personally seen on his stepmom's body
next to the two photos from the S_Private account that had moles and scars, and compared them while retracing his memory.
'......They're the same. Sohee is definitely S_Private.'
Doubt had now turned into certainty.
His gaze grew colder and more dangerous by the minute.
'Now......
I really have to make omma mine instead of letting other men use her.'
Jihoon lay on his bed, closed his eyes,
and slowly organized his thoughts.
'Now...... what should I do?'
'If I meet her directly and blackmail her......
If I move too fast, omma might react in an extreme way.
That won't do...'
He tossed and turned.
'I need to gather more evidence
so omma has no way to escape.
Photos, videos......
Once I have everything in my hands, then slowly apply pressure?
But there's still not enough evidence proving it's omma...
I need to take photos of the moles and scars... is there a way?
And I also need to come up with a method to pressure omma...'
Jihoon's eyes gradually sank into a cold calm.
'Then this should work......
I'll trap omma with the Instagram account
so she can't get out on her own.
Use Dad, or if that doesn't work, use Jieun......
Make it so omma has no choice.'
He slowly smiled.
'Yeah......
Let's not rush.
Until I completely make omma mine,
slowly, thoroughly.
First, let's secure photos of the moles and scars.
An opportunity will definitely come.'
Jihoon,
imagining one by one how he would train his stepmom,
fell into a deep sleep late at night.
Then one day,
an unexpected incident occurred.
No one was home.
Dad had gone on a business trip,
and Sohee had said she had a meeting with a newly launched company and went out, but she hadn't returned.
It was something that happened often after Sohee became an influencer.
Jihoon naturally fell asleep alone in his room.
A little past two in the morning.
Jihoon woke up to the vibration of his phone.
Jiing— Jiing—
An unknown number was calling.
"Ah... who the hell is calling at this hour..."
He rubbed his eyes and answered the phone in a half-asleep state.
Ttalkak.
"...Hello."
A woman's unfamiliar voice came through.
The voice sounded slightly drunk, soft, and a little husky.
"Hello...... Is this Sohee's son's phone by any chance?"
Jihoon instantly snapped awake.
Hearing his stepmom's name, he sat up.
"...Who is this?"
The woman hesitated for a moment, then spoke carefully.
"Ah, hello. I'm Sohee unni's neighborhood friend.
My name is Choi Yura.
Right now...... unni is a bit drunk.
So while looking for someone to contact, I saw her son's number saved......
If it's okay, could you come here?"
Jihoon went blank for a second.
'Omma...... is drunk?'
He had never once seen Sohee drunk before.
She had always been the image of an elegant, self-controlled, perfect stepmom.
"Ah...... yes. Send me the address and I'll head over right away."
"Thank you. Sorry for calling so late."
Ttalkak.
The call ended.
A text message arrived immediately.
Jiing——
[OO Oden. The oden skewer bar near the house]
Jihoon quickly threw on some clothes.
Jeans, a hoodie, and a cap pulled low.
As he stepped out the front door, he thought to himself.
'Why did omma suddenly drink?
She can't even handle alcohol...'
He got in the car and headed to the address.
The late-night streets were quiet.
The bar "OO Oden" was a ten-minute drive from the house.
When he arrived in front of the bar,
Jihoon got out of the car and looked around.
The bar door was slightly open,
and faint light and laughter leaked out from inside.
He pushed the door open.
Ttalang ttalang——
"Welcome!"
Along with the part-timer's greeting, Jihoon entered the bar.
Inside the small oden bar.
A few customers were sitting around,
and at a corner table sat Sohee and Yura.
Stepmom was......
completely drunk.
Her long wavy hair was slightly disheveled,
and her cheeks were flushed red.
The blouse she was wearing had two buttons undone,
revealing a deep cleavage.
She was leaning her arms on the table,
eyes closed, slumped over in front of Yura.
"Unni... unni, open your eyes a bit..."
Yura grabbed Sohee's shoulder and shook her,
trying to wake her up.
Yura was also strikingly beautiful even in the bar.
With her sharp bob slightly messy,
she looked even more provocative under the red lighting.
Her black sleeveless top dug deep into her cleavage,
the fabric stretching taut with every breath.
Below was a red miniskirt.
Because of how she was sitting, most of her thighs were exposed,
and between her slightly parted legs, smooth inner skin was visible.
She had her legs crossed,
and every movement made the skirt ride up, emphasizing her sexy lines.
Yura was trying hard to wake the slumped Sohee,
but she herself was also quite drunk.
Her cheeks were flushed red,
and her lips were slightly parted as tipsy breaths escaped sensually.
Most of the male customers in the bar were glancing over at Sohee and Yura.
When Yura spotted Jihoon approaching, she waved her hand.
"Ah, so you're Jihoon. Nice to meet you.
Sorry, unni drank quite a lot today."
Jihoon approached Sohee and lightly grabbed her shoulder.
"Omma...... are you okay?"
Sohee slowly lifted her head.
It took her a moment to recognize Jihoon.
"......Son?"
Her voice was softer than usual,
slightly melted.
"Can you stand up?"
Jihoon supported Sohee and helped her up.
Her body tilted slightly,
and her heavy breasts pressed against Jihoon's arm.
A warm, soft sensation was transmitted.
Yura spoke with an apologetic face.
"Today omma seems to have something bothering her.
She drank quite a lot.
I tried to let her sleep at my place, but she insisted on not going......
So I contacted you. Can you take omma home?"
Jihoon looked down at Sohee leaning against him.
Her cheeks were still flushed red,
and her breathing was rough.
"Ah...... yes. I'll take omma with me."
Yura stood up while brushing off her skirt.
"Then I've got someone waiting to pick me up, so I'll head out first.
Please take care of her, son. Let's properly greet each other next time."
Yura lightly waved at Jihoon and left the bar.
Her long legs revealed beneath the red miniskirt
and the waistline wrapped in the sleeveless top were visible from behind.
The men in the bar all stared at her at once.
"Wow...... that girl is seriously sexy."
"Is that her boyfriend? She looks way too young."
Jihoon shook the leaning Sohee to wake her.
She remained limp and didn't wake.
"Omma. Wake up. Omma."
At the word "omma," the people around suddenly started murmuring.
"Hey, she called her omma."
"Damn...... she's fucking hot."
"She's a married woman? So that's why the pickup attempt failed earlier."
"She looks totally fuckable."
Embarrassment washed over Jihoon,
but he simply wrapped Sohee's arm around his neck and lifted her up in a princess carry.
She was lighter than expected.
But her heavy breasts pressed down and squished against Jihoon's chest,
and her hot breaths directly touched his nape.
Along with the smell of alcohol, Sohee's body scent pierced his nose.
Jihoon quickly left the bar.
Ttalang ttalang——
He carefully laid Sohee down in the back seat of the parked car.
Pulsseok—
Sohee sprawled across the back seat,
wearing a blouse and jeans that clung to her body,
breathing with her breasts heaving.
Jihoon felt awkward,
but decided getting home quickly was the priority and started the car.
Kkigik kkigik—
Buuuuung——
Glancing at the rearview mirror, he saw
Sohee sprawled out drunk looking incredibly sexy.
Her cheeks were still red, and her breathing was slightly rough.
Jihoon gripped the steering wheel tighter.
'This is the first time omma's been this drunk......
Is tonight the chance?'
He pressed down hard on the accelerator and sped toward home.