Shamelessly Seducing a Married Woman (1)
After vaguely getting permission from Eunyoung noona to borrow the bathroom, I stripped off all my clothes and stepped inside. It had been ages since I'd last set foot in her bathroom—excluding my very early childhood. Her place was spacious, befitting a former top-tier hunter's home, and the bathroom was no exception. Come to think of it, back when she became my guardian, up until I started middle school, the three of us—me, Hyeun, and her—would often squeeze in here together. Kids usually get bathed by their parents, so it was pretty normal. Even if she wasn't my real mom.
But for Hyeun, who had to share a bathroom with a boy her age every time, it must've been mortifying. I wasn't actually embarrassed, but I'd play the part of the shy kid just to match her reactions. Looking back now, it was kind of a missed opportunity. That was prime time to ogle Eunyoung noona's youthful body to my heart's content. I could've gotten away with a little more babying around back then. It was a shame I'd turned away from her stunning mid-20s figure under the pretense of propriety. Not that she'd lost any of her glow since—far from it.
"T-Taekyung? You washing up okay?"
"Yeah, noona."
"I-I left a towel and some clothes out front for you to change into... Your stuff's in the wash right now..."
"Aren't you sweaty too, Eunyoung noona? How about we wash up together like when I was little?"
"D-Don't say such dangerous things...!"
Alas, my top-tier plan of sharing the bathroom went down in flames. I hadn't been holding my breath, though. If that were possible, it'd basically mean she'd already given herself to me—no way I'd be jumping through these hoops otherwise.
Instead, I pivoted to something simpler, tapping into raw feminine instinct: the post-bath allure strategy. In my old world, any guy would get his heart racing catching a woman fresh out of the shower. I'd felt it myself with Hyeun or Sihee—wet hair, water droplets trailing down cleavage. It was magnetic. In this gender-flipped world, women should go wild for the same from a guy, right? Worst case, it flops—but worth a shot.
I shampooed with the same stuff Hyeun used, scrubbed every inch with soapy lather, then toweled off just enough with the towel noona brought. Not bone-dry like at home—left a deliberate sheen of moisture on my hair and skin. Not dripping from the ends or floor, but enough that anyone could tell I was still damp.
"These clothes look like Hyeun's loungewear..."
I'd seen her in the T-shirt and sweatpants a few times during visits—familiar stuff. No underwear included, naturally.
"Damn, this shirt's huge."
With her killer rack, Hyeun's tees were always oversized by at least two sizes. Even on my bigger male frame, it hung down past my waist. Perfect storm: it was white, so the damp spots immediately started turning sheer in spots. Ideal for teasing Eunyoung noona.
Just strut around flapping this thing until my clothes dried, and it'd stoke her desires plenty. Felt a twinge of guilt slipping into Hyeun's pants commando, but beggars couldn't be choosers...
"Ah."
As I reached for the sweatpants, a better idea sparked. I folded them neatly back where they were and stepped out in just the T-shirt. The hem barely skimmed my crotch, teasing coverage with every move.
"All done washing up, noona."
"Oh, r-really? Dinner's just about ready~."
"Kimchi stew tonight?"
"Yup~. My boy loves kimchi stew, doesn...?"
She trailed off as she set the steaming pot on the table, her eyes locking onto my head for a beat.
"Taekyung, couldn't you find the hairdryer?"
"Huh?"
"Y-Your hair looks kinda damp... It's right out front—did you miss it?"
"Nah, I skipped it. Air-drying's easier for me."
"R-Right..."
No clue if the wet hair did the trick, but she kept flicking her gaze away from me a bit frantically. Table blocked her view of my lower half, sadly.
...Time to crank it up a notch.
"Anything I can help with?"
I sidled up beside her as she plated sides, casual as could be.
"Uh, sure—could you set the small plates and chopsticks on the table?"
"Got it, Eunyoung noona."
"......"
I grabbed two place settings from the drawer, then two small plates from the cabinet—calling her name on purpose.
"These for the small plates?"
"Yeah, any from that top shelf..."
She turned toward me—and froze solid. Finally clocked my bottom-half situation.
"T-Taekyung! What the hell is that?!"
"Huh?"
"I-I brought Hyeun's shirt and pants for you to change into! How can you just—just come out in the shirt alone like th-this?!"
Her face went beet red—biggest freakout yet. Expected points jumped from 30 straight to 35.
Expected Acquisition Points: 30 → 35
"No underwear, though. Felt weird going commando in pants."
"E-Even so, you can't just strut around so casually like..."
"Not like I'm heading out like this. I'll change once my clothes dry."
"......"
Solid excuse—no guy undies in a house of two women, so no offers there. She fidgeted, eyes darting helplessly at my nonchalance.
"Y-Your clothes are washing, so... change when they're done and head out, okay...?"
She finally dragged her gaze down from my lower half. Sitting for dinner would cover it anyway, she figured. I stayed standing, milling around her, asking about more tasks.
"These plated sides go on the table?"
"J-Just sit down already! You planning to prance around like that the whole time?"
"You did all the cooking, noona. Least I can do is help."
"N-No need! Go sit—er, just—anyway, wait quietly!"
"Want me to fry up some eggs? Kimchi stew feels off without 'em."
"Taekyung...!!"
Face flushed crimson, she yelled—but I knew it was working, so no stopping now. I bent over extra deep to snag two eggs from the fridge, then fired up the pan like it was nothing. Boyfriend in nothing but girlfriend's T-shirt, cooking in the kitchen. Reverse-world gold. No holding back on the seduction.
Sizzle.
The eggs fried away, but she didn't protest like before. One: my outfit was too distracting to look away. Two: touching my near-naked bod felt too risky.
I milked it, finishing the eggs and grabbing the highest plate from the cabinet with a grunt.
"Heave-ho."
"All set, Eunyoung noona."
"......"
"Noona?"
"Oh—y-yeah?! All done? Let's eat, then!"
She'd been staring holes through my cooking—snapped to, straightening her gaze. Expected points shot from 35 to 45.
Expected Acquisition Points: 35 → 45
Effect's solid as hell.