Power & Sex, and... 86

There wasn't any special parking spot, so they turned into the one-way street of the Booksellers' Alley from the Bosu intersection, parked the cars in the alley, and headed toward the coffee shop. By around 10 p.m., most places in Bosu-dong Booksellers' Alley were closing up, lights winking out one by one. The moment they stepped out of the car, the camera reporter switched on the lights and hurried ahead, filming Ara and Maru as they walked.

They arrived at the entrance to Dukong and pushed open the door. The owner, Mihee, greeted them with a beaming smile.

"Welcome!"

"Sorry we're so late. Things just worked out that way."

"No problem at all. I'm just grateful you remembered us."

As Maru exchanged greetings, Seo the reporter chimed in.

"Whoa, boss lady, you're a real beauty."

"Thank you. I'm not that pretty."

Mihee, the owner of Dukong, was a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠petite woman with a cute face. She had a gentle, amiable personality too. Until recently a full-time housewife, she'd opened this coffee shop in her hometown once her kids were grown, seeking something of her own. After the greetings wrapped up, they took their seats, and the interview began with questions from the female host from the cable station accompanying Seo.

Of course, the main subjects were Ara and Jeong-ah; Maru was just ornamental scenery off to the side.

"How did you end up starting the bath assistance service, ma'am?"

"It's the same everywhere, I suppose, but our area has plenty of elderly folks living alone, single parents raising kids, grandparent-headed households, and people with disabilities. During the last election, I met some of them and heard how tough it is for them to get to the bathhouse. With all the new apartments, neighborhood bathhouses have mostly disappeared these days. So that's how it started."

The questions kicked off with why she'd begun the bath service, then moved through the various volunteer activities currently underway in the district. Finally, they reached the topic of the mobile bath vehicle. They'd been pooling membership dues to buy one themselves, but Jeong-ah, as fan cafe manager, had posted about it on the cafe board and the party site, leading to the current frenzy. As Ara explained all that, the host turned to Jeong-ah.

"Did you expect a reaction like this?"

"No way. The cafe members are all die-hard fans of Congressman Park Maru, so I figured we'd raise one or two million won at most. Never dreamed it'd blow up on portal sites like this."

"Can you share the current total raised?"

"Hang on. It was over thirty million a bit ago..."

Jeong-ah trailed off, pulled out her phone to check, and opened her mouth in shock.

"Sis, it's almost fifty million already."

Not just Ara, but Maru and even the host turned astonished eyes to Jeong-ah's phone. The camera guy shoved his lens right up to the screen. It showed the donations had surged past 48 million won. This wasn't exponential growth—it was insane.

"That's more than enough to buy the mobile bath vehicle, right?"

"Yes. So we're planning to discuss it with the cafe operators tomorrow. Before we came here, Chairman Lee Hoejang somehow found out and pledged to donate one himself. With Congressman Park Maru's district covered by that, one vehicle's plenty for us."

The host nodded at Jeong-ah's words, pondered for a moment with a thoughtful expression, then looked up at Maru.

"What do you think, Congressman?"

It was out of the blue, but with the camera rolling, he had to answer.

"What do I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠think? If my wife and the cafe members' efforts succeed and more people benefit, isn't that proper politics? I should hand in my assemblyman badge and let them have it."

"No, no. Without you, this movement wouldn't have started. Anyway, we look forward to your next feats, Congressman."

Thanks to Ara and Jeong-ah, Maru got another chance to imprint himself as a stellar congressman. In situations like this, staying quiet and letting it play out planted a far stronger image than hogging the spotlight—so he shut his mouth after that one line.

The host alternated questions between Ara and Jeong-ah for a good while, gathering everything she needed, then set down the mic.

"Thank you for your hard work, ma'am and cafe manager."

Only then did Ara and Jeong-ah relax with easy smiles, leaning back and sipping their coffee.

"Ara, hold on. I'll get you a hot one."

"Pfft, sis, you'll go bankrupt like that."

"But thanks to the congressman, I'm saved. This'll be a huge hit too."

"Really? Will anyone care about something like this?"

"Just watch tomorrow morning. The shop's vibe is so cute, and with pretty grandma and Jeong-ah stealing the screen, it'll be fire."

"Anyway, thanks for coming all the way from Seoul to Busan. Tough trip."

They chatted idly over the fresh hot coffee Mihee brought out, then left the shop.

"Seo reporter, follow behind my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠car. If you lose us, head to Minrak-dong."

"Minrak-dong at this hour? Don't you have to move again tomorrow?"

"You and the crew gonna sleep on the street? Reserved rooms with a killer view."

While Ara's interview ran, Maru had called that Minrak-dong hotel with the great Gwangalli Bridge view and booked rooms: one for him and Ara, one for the cable announcer, one for Jeong-ah, one for Seo, and one for the camera and lighting guy.

"Don't waste on rooms, Congressman."

"Pardon?"

"Our Kim Seong-ah announcer can bunk with Jeong-ah, and the three guys can share one. Just two rooms."

"Then what about us?"

"You planning to crash here too, Congressman?"

"Yeah."

"Three rooms it is."

Seo grabbed the three key cards from the front desk and returned shortly.

"Leftover cash after rooms goes to booze. Okay with you, grandma?"

"Of course! My grandson wants a drink—who's gonna stop him?"

They piled into the elevator, and Maru and Ara showed them to their rooms.

"Whoa, the view slays!"

"Next time in Busan, check in early evening. That's when it's prime."

"Aigoo? How's our congressman such an expert on this hotel's views?"

Seo tossed it out as a joke, and Ara shot back sharp as a whip.

"Hey, grandson uncle! Don't get weird ideas. Honey and I come here all the time!"

"Aigoo, my bad, grandma. Forgot you were here. I've committed a mortal sin."

Everyone from Ara on chuckled at Seo's banter, and he grinned at Maru.

"Room tours done—let's hit the sky lounge for drinks."

"Congressman, take grandma and rest. Can't even swear with you around."

Seo joked again, herding them into the room and dragging the rest to the sky lounge. Fair enough—their vibe would loosen up without him, and Maru found hanging with reporters tiring and tense anyway.

"Honey, I love you~"

Ara threw herself at him the moment the door shut. Her soft hair brushed his chin, her scent stirring him.

"Shower first. You called your mom saying we can't make it tonight?"

"Yeah."

He gently peeled her off, stripped her blouse. Her pale breasts tempted above the bra, but he tugged off her skirt too and nudged her into the bathroom.

"Honey, what! Get out!"

"Ack! Cold! Why?"

He shoved her in, stripped quick, and followed. She yelped in surprise, splashing him.

"Hold still. I'll wash you."

"Eek~ Embarrassing."

"Dummy, what's embarrassing about a husband bathing his wife?"

He grabbed the showerhead, rinsed every inch, then lathered soap over her. Down the elegant spine to her slim waist, palm grazing her firm, plump ass—she twitched.

"Haah~ Honey, that tickles~"

A nasal moan escaped her, but he ignored it, soaping her thighs and calves. Turning her, he worked foam into her nape, circled her breasts with his palm. She squirmed, face scrunched like she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠couldn't hold back.

"Haah~ Honey~ I'll do it~"

Her breasts swelled with arousal, pink nipples stiff at the peaks.

His palms lingered softly on them before sliding down to her mound, meticulously soaping each black curl of pubic hair while kneading her taut ass with the other hand.

"Honey~ I'm going crazy. Do something~"

She was fired up, and his cock, roused by her heat, throbbed rigid, jutting skyward and bucking.