Chapter 18
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: Park Hye-jin (5)
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"Maeng-ho. What're you doing? Just staring at your phone."
"Huh? Oh, I just got a text out of nowhere."
"Don't be like that. Come here and lie down."
Naked Hye-jin noona stretched out her arm and patted the bed. She was probably telling me to use her arm as a pillow. Normally, I'd savor the afterglow of sex, but not right now.
"Just a sec. It seems urgent."
"Aw, you fuck me and then toss me aside? Boo-hoo. What a waste raising ungrateful kids. Boo-hoo."
Hye-jin noona pretended to cry, wiping at her eyes. What a drama queen.
"It's not like that. And what do you mean 'kid'? If we went out together, people would think we're lovers. No one would peg you for over forty."
"Over forty? I'm still thirty-nine!"
Smack! Hye-jin noona swatted my back. It didn't really hurt, but I pretended it did as I got up from the bed. Right now, this text mattered more than her.
"One minute. That's all I need."
Slut: Hey. Whatcha doin?
A message from Hyun-ah. I'd planned to just let her go since she hadn't texted in a month, but here she was reaching out. Yeah, she couldn't forget my bat, huh? What other reason would there be?
Me: Just chilling. Why?
Slut: Nothin much. U really deleted all the real pics too?
The reply came right away. Typos everywhere, totally unlike her—clearly she'd rushed to type it.
Me: Told u I did
Slut: Can't trust u. U got a computer at home. Show me that too.
Me: Come over later then
Slut: Pick a date.
Smart move. Using the computer as an excuse to come over meant she was serious.
Me: K, I'll let u know
I sent the reply and turned off the screen. Any more, and I'd look desperate. That's enough for today. Am I a push-pull genius or what?
'What bullshit. This crazy monkey prick.'
'...Ahem.'
'Already hard thinking about fucking that slut?'
'It's a natural reaction. You like it too, don't you, Hornsby?'
'Heh. Damn right.'
"Maeng-ho, who you texting...? Oh? Already hard again? You never get tired. All athletes like this? Even if so, you're faster than Ki-cheol."
"Hey, no coach talk when it's just us."
"Fine, fine. So jealous."
Hye-jin noona had snuck up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. The feel of her breasts and nipples against my back made my growing cock stand straight up. She stroked it down with one hand as she spoke.
"So why'd you never tell me about this place?"
"This house?"
The house I'd lived in with my parents... I hadn't wanted to come back if I could help it. Being here made me think of them. But screwing at the coach's place all the time was getting tough, so I'd given Hye-jin noona the address.
And today, after the Golden Lion Tournament finals ended, she'd called me over. The place, untouched and uncleaned for years, was spotless. Hye-jin noona had been waiting naked in an apron.
And well, we'd fucked like animals.
"Yeah. If you'd told me sooner, we'd have done it here every time. No need to worry about when to sneak over."
"Well, being here makes me think of my parents."
"Uh... oh. S-sorry. Shouldn't have asked."
Hye-jin noona's hand stopped on my cock, and the mood chilled. Shouldn't have said that?
"It's fine. Don't worry about it."
"......"
Even after I spoke, Hye-jin noona stayed quiet. The first time we'd fucked, I'd resented her for ruining my baseball career. But not anymore. Thanks to her, I'd met Hornsby.
And venting my Hyun-ah-fueled lust with her had brought us closer.
"Sorry. What to do... Come here."
Hye-jin noona snapped out of it, grinned mischievously like she'd had a brilliant idea, took my hand, and led me to the bed. She gave me a thigh pillow. Her thighs were so soft.
"Today, I'll be Maeng-ho's mom, okay?"
"Uh, sure. Whatever."
She really seemed sorry, starting stuff she never did normally.
"Finals today, right? Congrats on the win, Maeng-ho."
"Huh? You said that already. What's with the sudden act, noona?"
"Tsk. Today I'm Mom, not noona. Call me that."
"Mom...?"
"Yeah. Today I'm the mom celebrating her champ's victory. You ever use polite speech with your mom?"
"No."
"Then talk casual. Close your eyes."
"Okay."
"Tsk."
"Ah... yeah."
I closed my eyes like she said. Then Hye-jin noona started gently stroking my hair.
"Must've been tough doing baseball all alone. Mom's sorry."
"...What're you doing?"
"Told you, I'm Mom today. Relax and talk casual."
...What was this vibe? Hye-jin noona ignored my confusion and kept going.
"Congrats on MVP too, Maeng-ho."
"...Thanks."
It didn't feel bad, so I let her stroke me. When was the last time Mom did this? Middle school, probably... It's been forever. The touch unlocked something deep inside. Words slipped out unbidden.
"Mom. I'm getting back on the field."
"Yeah, I knew you could do it, my boy."
Once I started, the words poured out. With my eyes closed, it felt like talking to real Mom.
"I hit over .500 this tourney, smacked six homers too."
"Mom knew you'd nail it. In the stands, you were all I saw."
"That fucking coach wouldn't play me, so I was gonna quit, but I got my shot and even won an award. Did good, right?"
"Yeah. That coach creeped me out too. Ugly as sin, tiny dick probably."
"...How would you know his dick size, Mom?"
Immersion broken. I opened my eyes and glared; Hye-jin noona gave an awkward, cute smile.
"Sorry, sorry. I'll focus."
"...Focus, please."
"Yeah. You're doing great, Maeng-ho. Draft should be a breeze at this rate."
I closed my eyes again as she spoke.
"You think so too, Mom? Lots of scouts today. Only one homer 'cause they kept walking me—kinda disappointing."
"I saw. Wanted to kill those pitchers. Daring to walk my Maeng-ho?"
"...My real mom didn't swear."
"Ohohoho."
Hye-jin noona laughed it off exaggeratedly and continued.
"You've had it rough, huh, Maeng-ho? Pros coming to watch now. Baseball alone ain't easy—you worked so hard."
"...Yeah."
"You'll make it big in the pros. Mom'll always cheer you on."
'Mom'll always cheer you on.' Her words every time I called during tough training or bad games. Hearing what I'd thought gone forever made tears well up.
"...Crying? Maeng-ho, you're all grown but still a baby."
No. Tears fell.
"When you gonna grow up? You worry me."
"Just today. I'm grown now, so no more crying."
I'd never cried in front of real Mom—it felt weird. Silence after my words. Good thing my eyes were closed to ease the awkwardness...
"Ngh."
Sudden soft touch on my cock. ...What? I opened my eyes—Hye-jin noona was smiling, leaning down to meet my forehead with hers.
"...Do normal moms jerk off their sons like this?"
"Then what's your hand doing on Mom's tits?"
"This is..."
Human instinct when she grabs your dick! Unavoidable!
"Like Mom's milk that much, Maeng-ho?"
This was her plan! Park Hye-jin! The emotion from moments ago vanished.
"Mom just wants to check how big her boy got."
"Who roleplays this shit with their mom?"
"Tsk. Polite speech. Call me stepmom. Whatever, right? Not real Mom. Wanna try this play?"
Sure, I'd watched milf stuff. Not real Mom. I pressed the hand on her breast to get the nipple to my mouth. Hye-jin noona supported my neck with her free hand, making it easy to suck while stroking me.
Slurp slurp.
"Aww, my baby. Sucks so good."
The harder I sucked, the faster her hand pumped. Bite the nipple, she gripped tight. Tongue swirl, she rolled the head.
"Mom, gonna cum soon."
"Yeah? Can't waste it. Store it in Mom's baby pouch?"
"Yeah!"
She got on all fours like a dog, spreading her pussy with two fingers. It was wide open. Where's the condom?
"Maeng-ho, what're you doing?"
"Looking for a condom?"
"Raw today?"
"Huh? Isn't it unsafe?"
This bitch...! Trying to ruin whose life?
"Maeng-ho."
Hye-jin noona called me seriously, out of character.
"I think I need to have a baby."
"What? Suddenly? You said no kids."
"In-laws are bitching nonstop. Turning forty soon. No kids, no inheritance. Plus, they suspect the pills. That's divorce grounds—you know that, right?"
"Heard so."
Don't really know.
"You know I love money. Don't wanna divorce."
"Yeah, you do."
"But no way I can with Ki-cheol."
"What..."
"How could I have a kid with that ugly fuck? Cruel to the child. Ugly life's hard now—imagine growing up."
Trash mindset, but pure Hye-jin noona.
"So...?"
"...Your kid, I could raise. You're handsome. And I'll sync my cycle so no suspicions. You just bring the cock."
She wants my kid. What man wouldn't surge at that? Even if it's Hye-jin noona.
'What do, Hornsby?'
'What to think about?'
'She wants my baby!'
'Let her. What's the problem? Impotent?'
'What bullshit?'
'Kids are good.'
...Huh? Surprisingly normal. What gives? Wasn't always like this?
'Bonus if she raises it. Heh. Sow your seed, monkey! All girls for a harem! Kahahahaha.'
Yeah, not normal. Can't expect real advice from him.
"Noona. I like you, but a kid's..."
"Worried it'll hold you back?"
"......"
"Don't. He'll have more money than you'll earn in baseball lifetime. Buys land with every paycheck."
"Really? Still..."
"Told you not to worry. I got pride. Won't cling."
She spread wider to show her pussy.
...Fuck it. Later, slip her some child support. What could go wrong?
'That's it, yellow monkey! Money anytime, but creampieing MILFs? Now or never!'
Hornsby's right. Money's replaceable. MILF creampies? Now only. And I trust her not to cause trouble. Yeah, I trust Hye-jin noona!
"Hngh!"
As I thrust into her pussy missionary-style, a moan burst from her. I grabbed her hips and pounded rough.
"Ahk. Aah, ugh, ahng, hnght!"
Her varied moans as BGM, I kept slamming. Smack! Smack! Two hard ass slaps, and she smoothly rolled side-lying, lifting one leg. I shouldered it and drove in again.
"Ungh, hng, haa, haa."
New angle, fresh friction—she moaned nonstop. After minutes of thrusting, my cock signaled.
"Noona, I'm—gonna cum!"
"Yeah, hng, me too, ugh, lil more? How 'bout, ngh, I get on top?"
Without waiting, she mounted fast. Her back arched beautifully—waist, hips, ass in perfect curve. I propped up, reached around, and gripped her tits hard. Awkward pose, but can't skip tits.
"Uk."
I squeezed; she bounced like Usain Bolt off the blocks. I held her tits like a rodeo cowboy, enjoying the pounding.
"Hngt, ht. Ahng. Maeng-ho, Maeng-ho, noona's close!"
I released her tits, gripped her hips for free motion, and boosted her speed with my arms.
"Aaaahng!"
Her big moan hit as I unleashed into her womb. I caught her collapsing back.
"Hngt, hngt."
I laid her panting form on the bed. She gazed lovingly.
"Hoo. Won't hold you back, promise. Just... let me have it."
I hugged tight without words. She seemed satisfied.
"But, noona."
"Yeah?"
"One time gonna knock you up?"
"...Huh?"
"Let's go hard till you're pregnant."
Child support whatever—right now, that ain't the point.
