In the Landlord's Shower, I Discovered the Landlady Explicitly Washing Her Pussy
"Come on, noona... Claiming you're married might be something you say just to brush us off, but saying you've got a kid our age? That's a bit much..."
"Exactly~ We're not the type to just randomly hit on people either~ It's just that you're so pretty and we really like you. So please, can we get your number~?"
It was a pickup attempt.
The four guys surrounding Ajumma Min-jung looked about my age. Not full-blown thugs, but they had that slightly shady edge to them. Those little brats were hitting on a forty-two-year-old woman right in front of me.
Of course, age-wise I was in the same boat as them. But calling me a little brat would be a contradiction for reasons I'll explain later.
Ajumma looks completely lost...
Min-jung was just too kind a person. She wasn't exactly indecisive, but she simply couldn't bring herself to hurt anyone's feelings. Especially with kids my age—she always thought of me and A-young, so she was even more careful. To her, those guys in front of her probably really did look like little brats. That was why she couldn't bring herself to be cold and risk wounding their young hearts.
Knowing her nature so well, I couldn't hide the pity on my face.
Tsk... I told her not to come out...
Scenes like this were nothing new in Min-jung's life. As I'd said before, she was the upgraded version of Park A-young, one of the three great goddesses of this area. In reality, Min-jung rarely left the house because she hated dealing with men. But after months apart, A-young and I were coming home. Despite my attempts to stop her, she must have come out to meet us anyway.
Still, since this was so familiar, I already knew exactly how to handle it.
"Mom!!!!"
That was it. I claimed to be Min-jung's son. From about twenty meters away, I bellowed the word "Mom" toward her at the top of my lungs.
"Huh? What the hell!"
"Ah...!"
It was a proper diaphragmatic shout that truly thundered down the alley. All three half-thugs and Min-jung turned toward me at once.
"Mom, why'd you come out instead of just waiting at home~!"
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
A casually tossed yet affectionate tone, plus footsteps full of easy confidence—it all came out of me naturally. Even I had to admit the acting was top-notch. Call it the work of a seasoned instructor.
"Ah, my son...~~!!"
Pat! Pat! Pat!
Min-jung's face lit up with a bright smile as she hurried toward me. She'd been through the "Mom" routine enough times that she immediately played along and called me her son. Unlike me, though, her acting was a bit rusty, so she stumbled over it slightly.
Oh holy shit...
In that moment a full-blown Nella Fantasia of nature's blessings unfolded right before my eyes, and I nearly blew my method acting clean out of the water.
Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!
Whoever invented the new-town missy look deserved a Nobel Peace Prize. It was the fashion that most perfectly captured the charm of married women in their prime. And in that outfit, Min-jung's massive 75J breasts—yes, 75J—swayed like mad with every single step she took. I hadn't called her the upgraded version of Park A-young for nothing.
"Our daughter's here too...~~? Heehee..."
But that pure, innocent smile of hers instantly shattered my lecherous gaze. Looking at A-young beside me, she wore a real mother's smile. Seeing that face, I couldn't really blame those four half-thugs for hitting on her. Who would ever think that face belonged to a forty-two-year-old? At most she looked mid-to-late twenties.
"Excuse me, did you gentlemen have some business with my mom?"
Instead of the sexy Min-jung, the angelic version of her filled my head. Thanks to that, I managed to hold onto the method-acting emotion that had nearly collapsed. So I looked at the four half-thugs with polite yet charismatic intensity and once again made it clear that I was this woman's son.
"Ugh...!"
Their expressions twitched. Their pride had been wounded. Honestly, as someone the same age, I understood completely. In front of a woman they liked, they'd wanted to look like real men. Then I exploded with charisma and poked that psychology even harder. This, too, was a setup I'd run into plenty of times—well within expectations.
"Seems like you're having trouble hearing me. Want me to say it up close?"
Stride! Stride! Stride!
Wounded pride or not, what could they do? My body was 189 cm and 105 kg of pure horse muscle. That was exactly why, even though we were all in our early twenties, thinking of me as some little brat was a mistake. I tilted my head slightly and strode straight toward them.
"I-it's fine, Tae-yang... You don't have to go that far..."
Squeeze...!
My presence must have been pretty intense. The Min-jung who'd been full of joy just a second ago saw my eyes and my walk and got flustered. To stop me, she slipped her right arm through my left and linked elbows with me.
"N-no... S-sorry..."
Scramble! Scramble!
In the end the half-thugs, completely overwhelmed, started backing away.
"...."
I kept the swagger going and stood there looking magnificent until they disappeared.
"Haha! It was just acting, Ajumma. Honestly, how am I supposed to take on all four of them by myself?"
Then I looked at the still-anxious Min-jung and put her at ease.
"Right...~~? Whew... Our gentle Tae-yang isn't the type to pick fights with people for no reason..."
"But our Tae-yang's arms got even thicker, so Ajumma was a little worried..."
Squeeze...! Squeeze...! Squeeze...!
At my banter, relief finally filled her face. Then she started feeling up my arms—pumped from carrying the luggage—and marveled at them.
"I've been working out hard since last winter, so I guess it's showing now, Ajumma. Hahaha! I put on a whole five kilos~!"
She looked so fascinated that I flexed a little bicep for her. I loved working out. Back when I was young and dumb I'd even dreamed of being an athlete. Then I learned how much money that actually cost and dropped it. So the urge to train hard had always been strong, and once the family debts were paid off last winter, I'd really put my body through hell.
"I'm hungry."
From behind, Park A-young had been watching my little scuffle with the half-thugs with a completely bored expression. As she walked past me, the first thing she said to the mom she hadn't seen in ages was that she was hungry.
"Alright, go in and wash up first, A-young. Mom'll make dinner right away~"
It was a thoroughly blunt line from her own daughter, yet angelic Min-jung's smile bloomed wide at hearing her daughter's voice again after so long.
Grin...!
Watching the two of them, the corner of my mouth lifted a little. That, I thought, was the real reaction between a mother and her child. Asking for food was pretty much the ultimate way a kid could boss their mom around. I prided myself on being close to Min-jung, but I could never pull off something that genuine.
"Hey, Tae-yang..."
Park A-young went in first and opened the front gate. Watching her, Min-jung spoke to me carefully.
"That's A-young's luggage, right? Give it here... Ajumma'll carry it..."
She was bothered by the fact that I was carrying A-young's bags too.
"Aww~~ It's fine, Ajumma~~ A-young and I have been friends since we were little. What's the big deal if I carry her bags a bit~~"
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
This was the same Geum Tae-yang who had bitched and moaned at A-young the whole way. Yet at Ajumma's words I waved it off like it was nothing and walked even more cheerfully.
"...."
As I went ahead, Min-jung silently watched my back. She was looking at my sweat-soaked back. She probably figured it was from carrying her daughter's luggage too.
"Thank you, Tae-yang..."
Squeeze...!
She tightly hugged my sweat-soaked arm again. Wanting to share that sweat, she pressed herself right up against me.
"For thinking of my moody, sensitive daughter as such a good friend... Because of you I trusted you enough to get her a room and send her off to college..."
Ever since we were kids, whenever A-young treated me like shit, Ajumma would apologize and thank me in her place. And it wasn't just apologies—later I heard she scolded A-young too. Who told me? A-young herself. In fact, most of what I went through as a tenant under landlord Park Do-chul followed this same pattern. Ajumma was always the one bowing her head to my father and me in his place.
"Haha! Honestly there are times I get pissed for a second, but when I get to call Ajumma 'Mom' like today, all that built-up stuff just washes away in an instant."
I mixed half confession and half comfort into my answer. And the comfort wasn't empty—I was telling her my real feelings. I had no mother. She'd died of illness before we moved here. Our family hadn't been well-off to begin with, and her long illness left us deep in debt. That was how we ended up as tenants in Park Do-chul's house. Min-jung had always treated me kindly and tried to do whatever little extra she could. Emotionally, she felt like a mother to me. So when situations like today came up and I called her Mom, I put real feeling into it.
"Hohoho... Then this Ajumma will just have to get into more awkward situations more often, won't she?"
Maybe my sincere comfort had gotten through—she found her smile again.
"Tae-yang, put your bags in your room, wash up, then come over to our place. Let's eat dinner together. Ajumma'll wash up too and get dinner ready right away."
In the landlord's yard, Min-jung took A-young's luggage from me and invited me to dinner. Ever since middle school, Park Do-chul hadn't exactly been thrilled about me coming over to the main house. So whenever he went on business trips, Ajumma would call me over separately like this and we'd eat together.
What the hell, the bag is mine but almost everything inside is A-young's stuff...
I went into my room and started unpacking. Roughly sixty percent of it was A-young's, so I just stuck my tongue out.
Heh... Yeah, of course. That's our A-young for you...
Right then a text came from Park A-young.
She wanted me to bring her shower stuff that was in my bag. Park A-young was extremely germophobic and only used her own products. I thought she still had some at the main house, but apparently Min-jung hadn't restocked them after they ran out.
"Ajumma Min-jung~ I'm coming in~"
Creeeak...!
I headed to the main house with A-young's shower stuff and found the front door already slightly open. So I called out to Min-jung, who I assumed was in the living room, and stepped inside.
Huh? Ajumma's not here? Where'd she go?
But Min-jung wasn't in the living room.
Ah! She said she was going to shower first!
Remembering our last conversation, I looked toward the living-room bathroom. She was probably showering in there.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
I headed up to the second floor where A-young's room was. The second-floor bathroom was A-young's exclusive use.
"I'm here, open up!"
Knock! Knock!
I stood in front of the second-floor bathroom door and knocked to announce myself.
"I said I'm here! Park A-young!"
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The landlord's bathrooms were huge. The shower room was all the way at the back, so A-young probably hadn't heard me.
"I definitely made my presence known~ You're the one who didn't hear~ I'm coming in~ Don't get pissy~"
Sliiiide...!!!
I still had unpacking left to do. Wanting to get back to my room quickly, I finally opened the bathroom door and went in.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Scrub! Scrub! Slap! Slap!
From deep inside the shower came the lively sound of soaping. That must have been why she hadn't heard my knocking.
"What, so you already had your shower stuff at the main house. Were you just training me like a dog again, Park A-young?"
Thud! Thunk!
It was ridiculous. The fact that she was showering meant her main-house products were still perfectly fine. In an irritated tone I snapped at her and set her shower stuff up on the cabinet.
"!!!!!!!!!!"
But then my eyes went from furious to wide as saucers.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
One leg propped up on the edge of the tub, spreading her crotch and diligently washing her pussy—an explosive body of a woman. And that woman's hair wasn't blonde. It was black.
That's right.
It was Ajumma Min-jung.