29. Seo Mina's Bomb Declaration After Fertile Pussy Creampie: "Mom! I Want to Marry Tae-yang!"

'So that must be the house manager, Aunt Bae Hyeon-jeong? The one Mina's mother cherishes like a younger sister.'

My eyes sparkled brighter than ever as I stepped into Seo Mina's family home.

My brain was in overdrive, processing a flood of new information.

"Our family is big... Hngg!♡ Hahh!♡ And complicated... Haaah! Hngg!♡ Heh-heht!"

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Sway~! Thrust! Sway~!

"Five mothers and daughters, right?"

Squelch! Schllrp! ♡Squelch! Squelch!♡ Plunge!♡ Squelch! Plunge!♡

"I-It's, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hngg!... not exactly like that... T-hhaaah! Haaaahhng!♡"

Must be a quasi-tycoon household.

Bound to have tangled webs of complexity, I figured.

"But you should know in advance... Haaahhng! Hnggt!♡ Hngg! Just like you know every nook and cranny of my pussy... Hnggt!♡ Hng-hnggt!♡"

"Keh-keh-keh! That'll be a piece of cake. I could map out Seo Mina's pussy with my eyes closed!"

Thruuust! Thruuust! Thruuust! Thruuust! Thruuust!

Schllrp~Squelch!♡ Plunge~Schlluck! Plunge~Schlluck!♡ Schllrp~Schlluck!♡

"Hhhaaaaahhng!♡ T-heht! Hhaaaaahhng!♡ Hngg! Yes, like that! Hhaaaaahhng! K-hhaaaaahhng! Deep and full! Hhaaaaahhng!♡"

Sploosh!♡ Sploosh!♡ Sploosh! Sploosh!♡

So Mi-na gave me a crash course, summarizing only the essentials. But since we couldn't reduce our time spent having sex, the tutoring and fucking happened simultaneously. To think I'd meet the mother of that idol I've been keeping an eye on lately... They look alike...

My Hongdae Disease is pretty severe, so my interest in idols is fixated on personal picks. I couldn't care less about whatever the masses are chasing en masse. It's more like hunting for hidden gems, you know? There was this girl, Bae So-hee, from a small-to-mid-sized girl group that debuted the year before last—I'd had my eye on her.

This year, she finally started gaining traction, and as it turns out, her mother is Bae Hyeon-jeong. When I stepped from the foyer into the living room,

Bae Hyeon-jeong, Bae So-hee's mother, warmly greeted me from behind. "Where's Do-hee unnie?"

"Do-hee couldn't make it... She told me to apologize to you properly..."

"I should be the one apologizing. She must be swamped right now."

Jang Do-hee—now I remembered. Seven years ago, Mi-na had briefly mentioned her family structure, saying there was an older sister adopted into the family. Back then, I just nodded along and forgot about it.

I thought I'd get to meet the legendary Gangnam Number One, but what a shame...

Now that I heard the details, she sounded like a mythical figure. Mixed-race, born with an iron constitution, trained in all kinds of martial arts since childhood—she'd conquered the Gangnam Academy District. Thanks to her, Seo Mi-na and her sisters had a smooth time at school until around middle school. Which PMC was she with? Since she's not here today, I probably won't get to ask.

The reason it was only until middle school was because at twenty, Jang Do-hee enrolled as a cadet in a PMC—a private military ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠organization. I'd heard about PMCs before—in the martial world, they say those people are practically human weapons. Anyway, she returned at the end of the year before last and is now the chief team leader of the Special Security Team under the Strategic Business Division at Terranova Bio Medical.

"What's with this tennis skirt, Ji-eun? Isn't it a bit too lively for indoors?"

"Eek! I've been caught!"

"You weren't following me around just to show off, were you?"

"Hehehe! You got me, Brother-in-law!"

Our ever-lively brat Seo Ji-eun, who seemed like she'd only ever walked flower-strewn paths, actually had quite the backstory. Turns out she wasn't just gifted—she was a bona fide genius.

Seo Ji-eun was a real genius, the kind who got interviewed by Science Magazine at six years old. The gifted education center she attended at the time reportedly told her parents, We can't teach this child—send her abroad. But that's where the problem started. Who would've thought Seo Min-jun had that side to him...

It became the breaking point for Kim Seo-yeon, Mi-na's mother, who was deeply disappointed in her husband, Seo Min-jun. For some reason, Seo Min-jun aggressively pushed for their youngest to study abroad,

while Kim Seo-yeon argued that talent wasn't as important as ensuring their little girl grew up happy. Truthfully, marital troubles had been brewing since Seo Min-jun took family capital to expand his business, but this was the final explosion. Who'd have guessed that gentle-looking maman had such fighting spirit?

The conflict ended with Kim Seo-yeon's victory as she fiercely protected their youngest. As a result, Seo Min-jun was completely exiled to the countryside—Mi-na went with him then, too. Not only that, but Kim Seo-yeon also blocked the Science Magazine interview from being published separately, shielding Seo Ji-eun from the world's attention. And thus, the lively brat Seo Ji-eun we know today was born.

"Whoa... There's an elevator inside the house?"

"Yep. The place is too big, right? That's why it feels empty without Ji-eun around."

"I can imagine. The foyer gave off this bustling, big-family energy."

"But with you here, Brother-in-law, it already feels like that's happening!"

"Hah! You think so?"

Our soon-to-be teacher, second sister Da-hye, was fussing over my clothes like a secretary, completely preoccupied. Her effortless consideration for others—now that's real eldest-daughter energy.

Seo Da-hye is the sibling Seo Mi-na trusts the most—and feels the most guilty toward. Mi-na has charisma but sucks at taking care of people, making her a total failure as the eldest sibling. Seo Da-hye was the one who upheld the role of big sister while also comforting the younger ones. She gave up everything, always putting family before her own actions. Her self-sacrifice peaked when Seo Mi-na was sent to the countryside. But for someone like her to...

That's why she's now the reliable younger sister Mi-na shares secrets and worries with—ones she can't even tell their mother. However—

They say she has something... dark about her?

Apparently, if you talk to her long enough, there's a certain unsettling darkness lurking beneath—something even Mi-na finds baffling and startling.

"What is it, Brother-in-law? Do I have something on my face?"

"No. It's just—your skin is so porcelain-smooth, I can't even see your pores."

"Aish... You're embarrassing me..."

I think I get it now. There's a certain magnetism—something that makes you stare without realizing.

"If it weren't for the slick-talking skills I'd honed dealing with Myeong-ho hyung, that magnetic tension between us could've made both our faces burn red. 'Oh! Is this the painting you mentioned last time? The one Mi-na drew as a birthday gift for her mom when she was little?'"

"That's right. You remembered, Tae-yang?"

"Mom, why would you even mention something like that?"

"What's wrong? To me, this is the most valuable piece of art in the world."

Mi-na's mother, Madam Kim Seo-yeon, helped ease my tension, guiding me through various parts of the penthouse so I could blend into the household atmosphere more naturally. The place felt like an art gallery. Though the house was filled with so many things to see,

'Hmm... It's a bit different from what I expected.'

About 50% of my attention had been fixated on someone the moment I stepped into the living room. 'I thought we'd immediately lock eyes in a battle of wills, but...'

It was the family's third daughter—

Seo Hye-jin, the tomboy with a fiery temper Mi-na had warned would stress me out the most during today's meeting. "What did you say? You're telling me you let her win even with that temper of hers? Does that make any sense?"

*Thud—Squelch!♡ Squish—Slap! Thud—Squelch!♡ Thump! Thump!♡ Squish—Slap!♡

"Since when is an older sister letting her younger sister win a bad thing, you little brat? Huff! Hngg! Hah!♡"

"Only because it's you saying that. The infamously fierce Seo Mi-na."

Smack! Slap! Smack!♡

"Nghh! S-Shut up."

When I first heard the nickname "fiery-tempered tomboy," I imagined she must've grown up constantly butting heads with Mi-na. But what came next was shocking—Mi-na's confession about being taken from behind and dominated. Hye-jin was the only person in the house Mi-na would rather lose to than confront. "I can still see it clearly. That tough kid crying her eyes out because of Dad."

The exact reason became clear later. And it made sense. The usually spirited tomboy Seo Hye-jin had once fallen into severe depression as a child. The doctor diagnosed it as a lack of paternal affection.

The third daughter, Seo Hye-jin, had been largely neglected by her father, Seo Min-jun. "It's not like I don't understand at all. There was only a year between me and Da-hye, and Dad was crazy busy back then."

The firstborn and eldest daughter, Seo Mi-na, and the second daughter, Seo Da-hye, received plenty of love. Their mother, Kim Seo-yeon, who raised them herself, treated the third daughter no differently, but their father, Seo Min-jun, seemed to feel otherwise. Rumor had it he'd actually wanted a son when the third child was born. That's why Mi-na, Sister-in-law Da-hye, and Madam Kim Seo-yeon silently attributed Hye-jin's combative personality to that. "Even if she comes at you aggressively, play it off smoothly. Like you do with me."

"Since when have I ever been 'smooth'? I'm dead serious."

"Exactly like that."

Mi-na, in particular, carried a heavy guilt, wondering if she, as the eldest daughter, had stolen all their father's love. So despite her usual aloofness as the big sister, she pleaded with me. 'I even prepped a little to lecture her on the charisma and tact of an older man, but...'

I'd been tempered by Myeong-ho hyung, after all. Handling a 20-year-old college girl would be as easy as pouring water into instant noodles. But contrary to expectations,

'Are you already submitting to me? This doesn't feel like the fiery temper I was warned about.'

Despite her butch exterior, Hye-jin only kept stealing glances at me, unable to meet my eyes properly. 'Even all dressed up, it's definitely her... Not Kim Tae-yang but Geum Tae-yang, was it?'

So why was Hye-jin being so cautious? She had met a man once referred to as "Kim Tae-yang." 'Seems like he came for corporate volunteer work...'

Hope Orphanage,

This was a place Seo Hye-jin visited regularly—every last Sunday of the month—

and frequently dropped by at other times as well.

On her scheduled visits, her mother Kim Seo-yeon would accompany her every other month.

'How unpleasant...'

Some companies engage in orphanage volunteer work purely for image marketing.

This time, Sejin Logistics had come to Hope Orphanage for their corporate social responsibility program.

"Ugh! These kids are so loud. I'm bored out of my mind. Yeah, yeah, I'll drive the Vence over as soon as we're done."

Yoo Myeong-ho, the chairman's son, had come as the team leader.

Forced by his father, Myeong-ho was making an obnoxious phone call, irritating Hye-jin to no end.

'Logically, I should be grateful. They're donating supplies, after all. But for these kids, every disappointment leaves a scar.'

Abandoned children carry a deep fear of being abandoned again.

Even if someone plays with them now, they're haunted by anxiety—What if they never come back?

When those fears materialize and disappointments pile up, the wounds in their hearts only deepen.

'If you're not going to keep your promise, don't make one in the first place. Don't pull the same crap my father did.'

Seo Min-jun had done exactly that to a young Hye-jin.

She kept believing in him, but in the end, her father never kept his word.

"Isn't that the guy from last time?"

"Yes, Hye-jin. That's an employee from Sejin Logistics."

But among the Sejin Logistics staff who had promised to return two months ago, one had actually kept that promise.

"His name was Kim Tae-yang, right?"

The caregiver had misremembered his surname—it was Geum Tae-yang.

"Wow! Did So-min make this?"

"Mm-hmm... I made it for you, Mister..."

"Aww! It's so pretty! Thank you, So-min!"

He hadn't just made empty promises—he genuinely played with the kids without hesitation.

Especially with So-min,

a shy girl who had taken over a year for even Hye-jin to befriend.

"He came back for Christmas too?"

"Yes. He spent the whole day playing with the kids before leaving."

Kim Seo-yeon and her daughters usually visited the orphanage on Christmas Eve, spending the actual holiday with family.

When Hye-jin returned at the end of December, she heard that Geum Tae-yang had visited on Christmas Day.

"Unnie! Unnie! Look! This doll—that mister gave it to me as a New Year's gift!"

"Really? You must've been so happy, So-min."

"Yeah! I was!"

"If So-min's happy, then I'm really happy too."

"Me too! I like you too, Unnie! Heehee!"

Due to the post-holiday logistics rush, Geum Tae-yang didn't return to Hope Orphanage until mid-March.

But he did return—just as he had promised So-min.

'Now I'm the bad guy for doubting him, huh...?'

This marked Hye-jin's first official defeat in her lifelong history of skepticism.

"Hye-jin, you're in college now. Why not get a boyfriend?"

"I'm not interested in dating."

"Oh, come on. What about Tae-yang? You two would make a cute pair."

"If you say that, So-min will cry."

"Hohoho! That's true!"

Her defeat seemed to weave them closer, like the fragrance of spring blossoms.

'Hmm... It doesn't have to be romantic, right? Maybe I should talk to him first next time.'

Even the ever-guarded Hye-jin found herself unwilling to reject this connection.

"Nice to meet you, Hye-jin. I'm Geum Tae-yang. Let's get along."

But contrary to her plans, their first proper greeting came from Tae-yang's side—

as her eldest sister's boyfriend.

'So he really doesn't recognize me. Well, of course—I looked completely different back then.'

After a brief exchange on the sofa, dinner began.

Though the family chatted cheerfully about Tae-yang, Hye-jin remained isolated, like an island in the Galápagos.

Tae-yang had glimpsed Hye-jin at Hope Orphanage in September and November last year.

But that was high-school Hye-jin—before she cut and dyed her hair.

"Unnie, why aren't you asking him anything?"

Just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as the conversation peaked, the Lively Brat Seo Ji-eun dragged the silent Hye-jin into it.

'This...!!'

The exact scenario Hye-jin had dreaded.

Ji-eun wasn't on anyone's side—she was simply a genius chasing the dopamine of curiosity.

She had been eagerly awaiting a verbal showdown between her third sister and Brother-in-law Tae-yang. But when nothing happened, she decided to provoke it herself.

Hye-jin saw right through her youngest sister's motives.

"If they like each other, they'll date. What's there for me to say?"

"Wow, suddenly playing it cool?! Weren't you just going at Second Unnie like a rabid dog?!"

"Shut up, you..."

But what could she do?

Hye-jin hadn't been trying to pick a fight—she just wanted to weed out a fraud.

And when proven wrong, she had no issue admitting it and moving on. That was her philosophy.

But Ji-eun, still sore from their earlier scuffle, couldn't comprehend the situation.

"What, did you say something to him in private?"

"Not at all. That first greeting was everything."

In truth, not just Ji-eun but everyone at the table was puzzled.

Seo Mi-na even resorted to ventriloquism to ask Tae-yang what he'd done,

but he just shook his head innocently.

'Be happy, Unnie. Even if you've fallen, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠this little sister won't break.'

Hye-jin picked at her food, sending off her former ally—her eldest sister—with a bittersweet feeling.

Geum Tae-yang wasn't the kind of man she distrusted.

So she'd accept it. Simple.

But that cool acceptance was about to be shattered.

"Mom, I'm going to marry Tae-yang."

Right there, at the very first family introduction, Seo Mi-na announced their marriage.