The Landlady Becomes My Practice Partner
Anything is hard the first time. After that, it gets easier.
From Angela’s point of view, once she’d already gone through with it, doing it one more time wouldn’t change all that much.
Besides, she had a perfectly solid reason for helping me.
As if to prove that point, I heard her answer.
“...Yes.”
Angela wrapped both foam-soaked hands around my cock.
If she was going to move it, one hand would have been easier, but she clearly wasn’t used to giving handjobs.
“Th-then...”
“Yes.”
When I answered, Angela’s hands began to move.
This time, she started at a fairly brisk pace from the very beginning.
Thwap, thwap, thwap!
The feel of her hand sliding over me with the foam as lubricant was blissful.
And since I was looking straight at Angela’s naked body, the visual effect was overwhelming too.
With both hands gathered around my cock, her breasts—so full they looked ready to burst—were neatly framed between her arms.
Her nipples, stiff from pressing against my back, and the soft slit between her obediently pressed-together thighs were more than enough to steal my attention.
“...”
As she worked hard for my sake, Angela kept her eyes fixed silently on my cock.
I couldn’t tell whether she was worried I might get hurt, or whether she simply couldn’t tear her gaze away.
Seeing her cheeks flushed red, maybe it was the latter.
As I let myself sink into the soft glide of her hands, Angela’s tired breathing grew ragged.
“Hng, hahh, haa...”
Even while struggling, she kept moving her hands, and that made her all the more touching—and all the more erotic.
Her breasts swaying against her arms only fueled my excitement further.
In the end, I gave up on holding back and shot my load without warning.
“Kyaa!”
Angela startled and covered her face with her hands, but it was too late.
My semen splattered over her face, her collarbone, her chest, and even her thighs.
“Haah... haah...”
“I’m sorry. I should have warned you ahead of time, but it felt too good—I couldn’t hold back.”
That was, of course, a lie. This was my chance to cover Angela’s body with my semen.
“It, it’s okay...”
When she reached for the shower, I stopped her hand.
“Angela. Couldn’t you wash up a little later?”
Still not understanding, Angela looked down at my groin, and only then did she grasp what I meant.
Staring at my still-hard cock, she gave a shy little nod.
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Only after I’d sprayed Angela with semen three more times did we finally part ways in the bathhouse.
The moment I got back to my room and lay down on the bed, her face came back to me—the way she’d looked while staring at my cock.
She was still full of embarrassment, but there was no mistaking it: her interest in my body had grown stronger than before.
That meant my plan was moving along smoothly, and satisfaction crept over me in spite of myself.
...I’ll keep raising the stakes little by little until she can’t live without me.
Right. I’d forgotten to tell her to meet me at the bathhouse again tomorrow. Well, I’d just do it tomorrow.
With the pleasant problem of what to ask her for next turning over in my head, I fell asleep in a contented mood.
The next day.
As soon as school was over and I arrived at the Branchel estate, I waited for Angela to come home from the company.
I was aiming for the moment she’d be alone with me after work, and that opportunity finally came once the head butler’s duties ended after dinner.
“Angela. Thank you so much for yesterday.”
Standing at the end of a deserted hallway, Angela shook her head at my words.
“N-no... it was nothing...”
“Could I ask a favor of you tonight as well?”
“...”
Angela couldn’t answer right away, hesitating in silence.
But I remembered the look in her eyes yesterday, when she’d been losing herself in my cock, and that left me feeling more than confident.
“Um, Ian...”
“Yes?”
“I thought about it a lot today. I... I have something I’d like to ask you.”
A request? Out of nowhere?
Still, if she was bringing it up after yesterday, it couldn’t be anything bad for me.
“What is it?”
I waited without worry, but what came out of her mouth was completely beyond anything I’d expected.
“Would you become my daughter’s spouse...?”
I couldn’t make sense of it after hearing it just once, so I stared at her blankly and asked again.
“Pardon?”
“I want you to become Selena’s husband. Please.”
Angela said it with a serious face, but without offering any more explanation, she only looked at me with pleading eyes.
Guess I’d have to ask again.
“You want me to marry Selena? Why would you make a request like that...?”
“As you know, my daughter has a pathological dislike of men, so I’m worried that if things go on like this, she’ll never meet a spouse and end up living alone...”
All right, I could at least understand her fear that her daughter might die an old maid.
But I had no idea why she was asking me to do something like that.
Fortunately, this time I didn’t need to prod her further; Angela continued explaining on her own.
“You’ve always turned a blind eye no matter how terribly my daughter behaved, so I thought that maybe you could accommodate her personality, Ian...”
Hmm... no. I had no intention of accommodating her. I was planning to tear that rotten behavior out by the roots.
Still, since I always plotted revenge only behind the scenes and remained obedient on the surface, I could see why Angela might think that.
Even so, it was absurd.
How was I supposed to marry a crazy bitch like that?
“Honestly, I’ve been thinking for a while that it would be nice if you became that child’s husband... I-It's not like I was trying to help you because of that! I just mean that I’d only been thinking it, that’s all.”
I didn’t doubt that she’d been kind to me for some ulterior motive.
Her words and actions had always felt sincere.
But still, it was strange.
She said it had just been a passing thought, so why was she suddenly asking me directly now?
And on the very next day after we’d done something like that, no less.
“May I ask why you’re bringing this up all of a sudden?”
“W-well...”
Angela’s face turned red as she avoided my eyes.
“Your... your thing was just so wonderful...”
That was another answer I hadn’t seen coming.
“Pardon?”
“A-after seeing how vigorous you were yesterday... I thought that a manly man like you might be able to make Selena happy. Marital life includes what happens at night, after all...”
Unlike me, who was dumbstruck, Angela forced herself to push through her embarrassment and keep talking.
“Maybe Selena would come to like you even more that way... Oh dear, I’m sorry for saying something so indecent.”
Angela startled at her own words and hurried to add,
“I know that what matters most between people is the heart, not the body. It’s just... I wanted my daughter to have a happy marriage even for that reason, if nothing else... because I wasn’t able to have one...”
Her voice and expression darkened.
Come to think of it, Angela and her husband had both been forced into a marriage they never wanted.
After Selena was born, they’d probably been sexless too.
And on top of that, her husband had been sneaking around, buying young women behind her back and wallowing in filth, so it was obvious without even thinking that Angela’s married life had been lonely and painful.
“So that’s what you were thinking...”
“And you told me that even an older woman like me was still attractive, Ian. If you married my daughter, I thought maybe you’d still love her even when you were both old someday...”
From my point of view it was sudden and absurd, but I could tell she’d genuinely thought this through in her own way.
Even so, no matter how much she’d worried about it, there was a fundamental problem with her request.
Wasn’t marriage something that only worked if both people had feelings for each other in the first place?
Angela might have had no choice because of her family, but I wasn’t in that situation.
“Even so, marriage is something people who actually like each other should do... As for me, fine—but Selena won’t even leave her room because she hates me.”
“I’m not asking you to marry her right this second. I’m asking you to open her heart, even if it takes time. In my opinion, if it isn’t someone as wonderful as you, Ian, then no one will ever be able to take that child away.”
“As I told you yesterday, I like you, Angela...”
Yesterday, I had clearly expressed my feelings toward her.
And yet she was making a request like this. Did that mean she still didn’t see me as a man?
“Yes... To be honest, I was really happy to hear what you said yesterday, Ian. But I may not be as attractive a woman as you see me. I’m too old too...”
What on earth had happened to her?
What had crushed her confidence so completely?
I didn’t know whether she would answer me, but I resolved to ask Verita about it sometime.
“I’m sorry. I know it’s an unreasonable request, but I’m so worried about my daughter’s future...”
Her voice trembled as she trailed off, then went on.
“Of course, I think your feelings are the most important thing, Ian. If you refuse, I’ll understand. But could you at least think about it?”
The look she gave me was so earnest it almost hurt.
But no meant no.
Someone hearing this might ask why I didn’t just trick Selena, fake a marriage, and live off the chaebol family’s money like a king.
If that were the case, my answer would be an absolute no.
Money? Sure, having lots of money was great.
But I was satisfied with my life as it was, and the problem was that marrying her would mean getting more than just money.
Before I came to this world, I’d seen plenty of stories in the news about chaebols.
They were still fighting vicious daily wars over inheritance, positions, and authority—schemes fit for a royal court in the Joseon era.
And she wanted me to walk into that kind of place on my own two feet? Absolutely not.
Even if I tried to remove myself from those battles by my own will, trouble would still happen just because I belonged to the same family, so I had no intention of dipping even my toes into it.
Besides, my wife wouldn’t be some ordinary woman—it would be Selena.
Just imagining the stress of living as a member of a chaebol family and then adding her on top of that was horrifying.
...Let’s just keep going the way we have been.
I’d make Angela my ally and get revenge on Selena.
Then I’d avoid the deaths waiting for me and live at my own pace.
“Ian...”
Angela kept looking at me with those pitiful eyes, but I’d already made up my mind.
Just as I was about to open my mouth to refuse, something flashed through my head.
This might actually be a better excuse than anything I’ve used so far.
After gathering my thoughts in a brief silence, I spoke.
“All right. I’ll accept your request, Angela.”
“Oh my, really? Thank you! I never thought you’d actually agree...”
Unable to know it was a lie, her face lit up.
The way she clapped in delight was adorably out of place with her age and figure.
“In return, may I ask you for a favor as well?”
“Pardon? What kind of...?”
“You said I’m manly and that I could make Selena happy... but the truth is, I’ve never had any experience, so I’m not confident.”
“Ah...”
As if she hadn’t expected this sort of conversation, Angela fell silent.
“So I’d like to practice, so I can properly make Selena happy. Which means...”
She focused on me as I let the sentence hang.
In her attentive expression, I could feel a willingness to grant me any favor I asked for.
And to that woman, I said with desperate eyes,
“Could you be my practice partner for nighttime activities, Angela?”
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