Chapter 67
Chapter 67
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: Mother-in-Law's Wavering Heart
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Hong Yoo-ha seemed pretty flustered by my sudden visit while she was spending time alone.
“……Min-hoo?”
Hong Yoo-ha lifted her head, her gaze wavering for a moment.
She grabbed her hair with her hand.
“My hair's gotten too long, so I figured I'd trim it.”
“Ah, your hair.”
“Mother-in-law's skills are the ones I trust most.”
“What skills.”
Hong Yoo-ha glanced around and pointed to an empty chair.
“Sit down. I'll take care of it.”
“Thank you.”
I sat in the chair and looked into the mirror.
My face was as handsome as ever.
Hong Yoo-ha prepared something and stood behind me.
“Hmm. Shampoo first?”
“Yeah. Got a lot of wax in it.”
“Over this way.”
As Hong Yoo-ha suggested, we moved to the shampoo station.
Shwaaa—
“Mother-in-law.”
“Yeah?”
“Is it true they don't put towels over handsome guys' faces?”
“Depends on the salon.”
“What about you?”
“Me? Hmm. I wouldn't cover your face, Min-hoo.”
She forced a casual smile.
Things must feel awkward since that night.
On the way over, I'd done a little searching.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Has Hong Yoo-ha masturbated recently? If so, who was the target?] Hong Yoo-ha recently attempted masturbation once. The person she thought of was Jang Min-hoo—you. She recalled the moment you touched her body and the sensations from then, feeling intense stimulation and confusion. She tried to suppress her emotions but couldn't stop her hand. I can't even describe how thrilled I was by this result.
It meant Hong Yoo-ha was a woman after all—and that she'd finally started seeing me as a man.
Hong Yoo-ha's hands mingled with the warm water, feeling wonderful.
“Water temperature okay?”
“It's paradise.”
“Pfft.”
“Why laugh?”
“I know that one too.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. A customer mentioned it once.”
Nothing beats conversation to break the ice.
Hong Yoo-ha kept talking to avoid seeming awkward.
“How's the company these days?”
“Same old chaos.”
“Eating properly?”
“Of course. Fixed up the cafeteria—food's great now.”
“Good to hear.”
She shampooed meticulously.
The scalp massage was refreshing.
Shwaaa—
It really was paradise.
‘If someone sucked my dick up front, it'd be perfect.’
I pictured someone shampooing my hair while another sucked me off.
‘Mother and daughter—ideal.’
Someday, I'd make that fantasy real.
I was already preparing for it.
“Let's switch seats, Min-hoo.”
“Sure.”
Shampoo done, back to the original spot.
Ziiiiing—
She dried my wet hair with the blow dryer.
I checked her face in the mirror.
Our eyes met as she trimmed.
“Your skills are amazing, Mother-in-law.”
“What. You hardly ever came before.”
“I'll come more often now.”
“No need. I don't get young folks' styles. Company got a grooming team? Use them.”
They send people for touch-ups on big days.
Snip. Snip.
With talk dying down, only the scissors sounded.
Her focused expression was stunningly beautiful.
“Mother-in-law, mind if I ask something?”
“Go ahead.”
“After So-yoon and Ha-rin were born—why no other guys?”
“Raising two kids—how? Who'd want that?”
“You're plenty attractive.”
“Used to be, maybe.”
Hong Yoo-ha smiled slyly.
“You're still gorgeous.”
“……You said day after tomorrow.”
“Like I said before—you look mid-30s. Guys'd hit on you outside for sure.”
“Flattery ends there.”
“If I didn't know better, I'd ask for your number myself.”
“Enough, okay?”
“Huh? You wouldn't give me yours?”
“Got bolder, huh.”
Her blushing grin was adorable.
Trim done, shampoo rinse again.
“Min-hoo.”
“Yes.”
“Ease up at work.”
“Saying that to you, Mother-in-law.”
“Business slowed—plenty of rest here.”
“Close up and relax then.”
“What for? Nothing to do.”
“Call me. I'll rush over anytime.”
“What would we even do?”
“Movies, good eats.”
“My age—people'd talk seeing us out.”
She seemed shy this time.
‘A date.’
A date with her sounded fun.
Someday, for real.
Shampoo finished.
“Hair looks good now.”
“Your touch is unmatched.”
“Praise on autopilot.”
Hong Yoo-ha smiled faintly.
“I'll pay up, Mother-in-law.”
“No charge. Can't take your money—already got plenty.”
“Then dinner out?”
“Suddenly?”
“Gotta eat. Ha-rin's coming too.”
“Then, uh…… sure.”
But Yoon Ha-rin didn't show.
Wondered what happened, called her.
-Sorry, brother-in-law. Duty senior suddenly sick…… gotta cover.
“Can't be helped.”
-Buy Mom tasty stuff for my share too.
“Got it. No worries.”
Lucky break.
Alone time with Hong Yoo-ha.
‘Might as well advance a bit.’
When better than now?
“What'd Ha-rin say?”
“Covering duty—can't make it.”
“……Oh?”
“No choice. Just us, Mother-in-law.”
“H-home. Eat at home.”
“Cooking, dishes—hassle.”
“No biggie. Quick setup.”
“Delivery then?”
“No. I'll cook.”
She seemed relieved?
Embarrassed for a solo date.
‘Neighborhood busybodies.’
Didn't want rumors walking with her daughter's ex.
“Gotcha. Your place it is.”
“Yeah. Head up. I'll tidy and follow.”
“Groceries needed?”
“Ah! Mart nearby—onions, red peppers, green chilies. Scallions too.”
“Menu?”
“Soy bulgogi.”
“On it!”
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ “……What an idiot.”
After Min-hoo left the salon, I let out a sigh.
Should've just eaten out.
Said home to dodge nosy neighbors.
Too late—home might be riskier.
“Me and my big mouth.”
Not just avoiding eyes.
Sitting alone across from Min-hoo felt weird…… thrilling.
Since that dawn.
Masturbating thinking of him didn't help.
“So embarrassing……”
Too ashamed to go out together.
What was I thinking.
Feeling this for my daughter's ex? Shameless.
Locked up shop, changed, started dinner prep.
“Outfit too much?”
Red tee, short shorts like last time.
Worried it'd look slutty.
“It's fine.”
Door opened as I prepped—Min-hoo bounced in.
“Here, Mother-in-law.”
Fresh onions, scallions, veggies—full of energy.
Only I'm awkward.
Min-hoo acted totally natural.
“Good job. Table here.”
“Yes.”
He unpacked veggies in the kitchen like a pro.
“What can I do?”
“Nah. Sit. I'll whip it up.”
Ignored me, tied apron, chopping board ready.
“No need solo. Saw last time—I chop decent now.”
Veins popped on his knife-gripping wrist.
Man's hands.
Thicker, firmer than mine—eyes lingered.
‘Those hands on me……’
That dawn flashed.
Squeezed eyes shut, shook it off.
Such stupid thoughts alone.
“Onions first.”
Chopped steady.
Snip snip—crisp rhythm.
Skilled, for sure.
Wasn't always.
‘Veins……’
Sleeves rolled—forearm flexed.
‘Sigh. What's wrong with me.’
Why so sexy?
“Ah…… onions burn.”
His reddened eyes made me laugh.
“Told you no.”
“Gotta help.”
“Don't rub—worse.”
Kept at it despite my scolding.
My lips curved up.
CEO or not—cute then.
Snip. Snip.
I mixed bulgogi marinade.
‘Am I the only tense one?’
Tiny kitchen, him right beside.
Felt his height, build.
Handsome face, tall, built.
Women love that.
‘No girl now?’
So…… So-yoon dream.
‘Pent-up lust……’
Dream from that.
Tap—
Shoulder brush—I flinched.
Solid even barely.
Shook stray thoughts, focused cooking.
Soy bulgogi, sides—table set.
Simple but nice dinner.
“Wow. Glad no eating out?”
“Hehe. Yeah. Eat up, Min-hoo.”
His praise warmed me oddly.
“Dig in.”
Big scoop bulgogi over rice—eyed me.
“You too, Mother-in-law. My onions—tasty.”
Grinned big.
“Cheekier for sure.”
“Hahaha.”
Slid water glass my way.
“Water here.”
Such little cares—his charm.
So kind, warm.
That face? Any girl's heart skips.
‘Not mine.’
Since then, Min-hoo lingers in mind.
Daughter's ex.
No more feelings.
“Mother-in-law, soju?”
“Lightly?”
Sleep tipsy better.
Not like last—too much.
One mistake enough.
Pour—
Glass filled pretty.
Clink—
Toasted, sipped.
Cool bite whetted appetite.
Rice, bulgogi—filled up happy.
Min-hoo downed a bowl quick, refilled.
Three bowls—finally satisfied smile.
“Sigh. Ate amazing. Thanks, Mother-in-law.”
“Makes me proud seeing that.”
“Leftovers for drinks now.”
“More booze?”
“Quit here? Shame.”
He really doesn't know that night.
Good. I'll watch it.
Drinks flowed…… past two bottles.
Unaware, buzzed.
Why else?
“Min-hoo…… something bothering you? Spill.”
“Bothered? Nah.”
“Liar. Still can't forget So-yoon.”
“Ah……”
“Forcing through pain. Right?”
His face stiffened.
“Why think that?”
“Why.”
Drunk bad.
Rant poured out nonstop.
Wrong topic.
“That night…… dreaming So-yoon…… all…… haa.”
“……”
“Min-hoo. Tough? Talk free. I'll listen. Help where I can.”
Didn't know why even then.
“For real?”
“Course. Our Min-hoo…… I'll look after now.”
Then—sobering words from him.
“So that night…… you comforted me?”
“……Huh?”
“That dawn. My……”
“Ah, no! You were awake!?”
Shocked—yelled before I knew.