Can I Fuck Your Mom? (7)
“Oh, right, right. Weren't you the one Hoyoung introduced the building for your real estate deal?”
“Yes... yes...”
“Exactly~ And that Park Jisoo who owns the building seems close to Hoyoung. Better to deal with someone you know than a total stranger, right?”
“Well... that's true.”
He'd definitely scored a prime property at a bargain price, but something still felt off. No doubt it was in a spot teeming with foot traffic, yet...
“And that doctor, Gae Ddogi? He showed interest when I mentioned you. You studied med school in the U.S., so you don't have much of a network here in Korea. I'll give you his contact—get to know him.”
“...Got it.”
Everything his mom said made perfect sense; there was no room for argument. Opening a clinic in Korea required a good location, and dealing with acquaintances was safer. Networking with a heavyweight like Gae Ddogi, whose name popped up regularly in academic journals, was a massive boon—something he'd beg for himself.
But why? His throat itched uncomfortably.
It had to be that. The shadow of Kim Hoyoung lurking behind all these perks.
“Mom...”
“Yeah? What?”
“How... how'd you meet that Gae Ddogi doctor?”
He pictured Gae Ddogi resuscitating his mom with the Heimlich after she nearly choked to death on a deepthroat.
Oh Jeongyeon chewed her squid salad nonchalantly.
“Oh, that? I went to a party hosted by the wife of some big corp chairman I know, and he was there. We chatted over wine—conversation flowed, and he took an interest in you.”
“......”
Bald-faced lie. Unlike his mom casually shoveling food into her mouth, Kim Minjae lost his appetite entirely. He set down his spoon, staring at the floor instead of the table.
“...What's the wife's name?”
“Seo Jeonghui.”
“Pardon?”
She answered without hesitation, catching Minjae off guard instead.
“Why so surprised? Seo Jeonghui, the wife.”
“For real? But... I mean...”
“What's with you today? She's from the Shabu-Shabu Group. Don't you know? Divorced now, but her daughter Na Yuna took over, so she's still a powerhouse as the mother of a major corp chairwoman with huge social influence. Want me to introduce you later?”
“No...”
Shabu-Shabu Group was a top-10 conglomerate. Lately, rumors swirled of some backer fueling its rapid growth. Na Yuna, the chairwoman, was a chaebol often dubbed “the young blood of industry” on TV.
With names dropping so casually, how could he doubt his mom's logic?
But no. He couldn't forget what he'd seen with his own eyes on that video.
“Things going well with Kim Hoyoung?”
“Hm? Didn't I say? It's ordinary—or-di-na-ry.”
Ordinary? As far as Minjae knew, groveling to your boyfriend and begging for dick wasn't ordinary couple stuff.
“That Kim Hoyoung guy used to be a total loser with girls. Clueless how to even talk to them.”
“Hmmm, yeah?”
She seemed disinterested, eyes down, focused on her meal.
“How's he now? Total lifelong virgin, right? Scared to even hold a girl's hand? Never kissed or had sex, bet.”
“Probably.”
“Doesn't he cling to you? Bugging you for sex nonstop?”
“...Well... sometimes.”
She shrugged back her shoulders, recalling her younger boyfriend's clingy whining with an annoyed look.
“But I'm the older one, so I let it slide generously. Can't just suck him off whenever he whines, or where's my pride? You know Mom without pride is nothing, right?”
“...Of course... I know.”
“Jeez, you worry too much. Think I'd fall for some punk kid?”
“Spend enough time... even a guy like that might grow on you.”
“Hahaha. What do you take me for? I didn't stay single all these years to fall for trash~ Don't you remember?”
She flicked his nose bridge confidently.
“Mom dating Kim Hoyoung? It's all for our son. Kid's got connections everywhere—pulling strings to help you.”
“So... pretending to be his girlfriend when you don't even like him?”
“Yep, yep—exactly. Finally getting it.”
Her bowl emptied around then. She cleared her plate and stood naturally, leaving one last plea to her son.
“So quit the weird worrying. Sure, your friend dating Mom might feel off, but think we're serious? Just fooling around~ I'll dump him when the time's right, no sweat!”
She patted his shoulder and headed to her room. Kim Minjae couldn't press further.
Instead, he went straight to his friend. Tried setting up another meet, but Hoyoung brushed it off as “too annoying” and refused. Said he'd text the address—come if he had business.
“This fucker's such an asshole. Am I his errand boy?”
Being ordered around soured his mood, but the thirsty dig their wells—no choice now. Back in the day, he'd curse him out and brawl, but they were adults; time to suck it up.
Ignoring how many women craved Hoyoung, how much fortune they'd pay for a glimpse, how impossible it was to enter his home—Minjae, clueless, trudged up the hill to the mansion with a scowl.
Gandhi-level weakling that he was, his thighs quivered just from the climb. As the hill crested, the mansion sharpened into view, leaving his jaw slack.
This is really Kim Hoyoung's house?
Overlooking Pangchang-dong like a medieval lord's castle, its towering cedars blatantly blocking neighbors' sunlight. This was Pangchang-dong, Korea's richest hood, packed with tycoons and politicians. No one reined in Hoyoung?
Dazed, Minjae forgot his fatigue, standing frozen.
“—Kim Minjae, sir? We've been expecting you.”
“Ah... Isia sunbae.”
“This way, please.”
Isia appeared soundlessly, bowing like a butler to guide him. He'd heard she was a real doll now, but seeing his old idol fallen tugged at his heart.
“Isia sunbae, you work here?”
“Apologies, but as a mere real doll, please refrain from 'sunbae.'”
She didn't even turn, voice polite yet icy and firm. Like she was forcing herself through an unwanted task on her master's orders... no interest in him, don't ask dumb questions.
“Life's so twisted. Heiress, student council president, perfect beauty—and now a real doll for school loser Kim Hoyoung. With your wealth, couldn't you just run—ack.”
“One warning.”
Somehow, she drew a real sword, blade hovering perilously at his throat.
“Master said guide you to his room—no order for chit-chat. He didn't specify how, so smashing your skull with the flat and dragging you works. Your thoughts? Walk quietly or ship like cargo?”
“...I'll... take option one.”
“Good.”
She sheathed it and hurried ahead. Minjae rubbed his throat, steel's chill lingering, and shut up—but Isia tossed one last warning over her shoulder.
“And if you badmouth Master even slightly in my presence, next time it's your head off, no warning. I spared you because you're his friend. Remember.”
He'd heard real dolls turn arrogant prides into obedient tools post-modification, but Isia's extremism unnerved him. With her history of slaying humans and warrants, better not poke.
Minjae silently entered the master bedroom.
“Aaah—! Lost again!”
“How many losses in a row now?”
“17 straight, Hoyoung.”
“You never quit.”
“What? Rematch, oppa! I'll win this time!”
“Hehe, can't be helped, Hoyoung. A smell-fetish pervert sow-bitch like her operates on a different biological level.”
Family bonding time...? Three played soccer game: Mom Kim Hea-e cheered son one-sidedly; sister Kim Jiwon feigned sulk but not at Mom—instead, repeatedly whiffed easy goals, handing bro wins in total service mode.
Easy to spot her “frustrated” voice was fake; she deliberately yielded victories.
“Master. Guest arrived.”
“Oh—yeah? Minjae's here? Wanna play a round?”
To network-less Minjae, his sole “friend”—Kim Hoyoung grinned innocently, offering the controller.
Minjae's gut boiled, no mood for games.
“Nah, not into games. Here to ask something.”
“Ask what?”
“That USB you gave me—what the hell? That real?”
“Oh... that? Just for fun. Why? Want more?”