Auntie Min-jung Brags to Her Husband Park Do-chul About the Orgasms She Felt from My Cock [Auntie Min-jung Who Dragged Me Into Her Room]

"???????"

The thick, vulgar stream of curses that had come through the phone the night before — and it had come despite the call displaying the familiar contact name Sung-wook's Mom in crystal-clear letters — left Kim Min-jung's eyes wide with pure bewilderment.

The man who had hijacked Sung-wook's mother's name to hurl that familiar, venomous voice straight into Kim Min-jung's ear was none other than her own husband — Park A-young's father, Park Do-chul.

".........."

Kim Min-jung stood frozen for roughly five full seconds, eyes still blown wide.

When Park Do-chul's side had tried to hack the bunker, Kim Min-jung and Park A-young had decided on a total lockdown. The natural next move from his end would be to start calling both mother and daughter's phones. It was an entirely predictable route, which was why Park A-young — with her mother's full consent — had already locked down not only her own phone but Kim Min-jung's as well.

But Park Do-chul was never the type to give up. And he was, after all, the CEO of a thriving security firm. He had hacked the number of one of Kim Min-jung's acquaintances and dialed her from that line instead.

"Yes, I know it's you, Mr. Park Do-chul. You don't need to scream yourself hoarse for me to figure that out."

Having finally steadied herself, Kim Min-jung spoke with as flat an expression and as even a tone as she could manage.

The formality of the address put a cold, deliberate distance between them. And because she had reached for it immediately — not even in the heat of an argument — Park Do-chul only raged harder.

"Then is 'fucking bitch' what a husband says to the wife whose voice he's hearing for the first time in eight days...? Don't you think that's going a little far...?"

As the shock drained away, heat began to rise in Kim Min-jung as well.

Her use of the phrase left him reacting with pure, flabbergasted outrage. In all the years he had known her, the harshest language Kim Min-jung had ever managed was calling someone a "bad man." In a way, that was exactly why Park Do-chul had always been free to run wild. No matter what garbage he pulled, angelic Kim Min-jung would only ache over it — never fight back. The most resistance she had ever offered was attempting divorce and sleeping in a separate room.

And now that same Kim Min-jung was meeting him head-on with dirty language. She had said "fucking bitch," but inside Park Do-chul's skull it registered as "fucking bastard" aimed squarely at him.

"Is 'fucking bitch' really such a big deal? I can also say worthless bitch, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stupid bitch, useless bitch — all of those work just fine."

As Park Do-chul trembled with barely contained fury, Kim Min-jung delivered the string of insults in a tone of pure, cultivated poise. And yet the flavor of the words she chose was strangely double-edged.

Useless bitch Kim Min-jung... those kids are out there fighting for their lives like their blood is on fire, and I'm the worthless woman sitting at home doing nothing...

She had been talking about herself. The blank expression, the lofty, untouchable cadence of her voice — none of it had been aimed at Park Do-chul. It was contempt for the woman who had awakened and still couldn't do a single thing to help Geum Tae-yang or her own daughter, Park A-young.

A man whose first words after eight days — after hacking his way to a phone call — were "fucking bitch" no longer meant anything to Kim Min-jung.

There had been layers of meaning behind Park Do-chul calling her a fucking bitch the second the call connected. And now he was starting to rev the engine.

And then he floored it.

For the eight days the bunker had blocked his hacks and cut off his calls, Park Do-chul's head had been stuffed full of nothing but Geum Tae-yang and Kim Min-jung having sex. That was why the curses had come flying the instant the line opened.

"....."

Listening to the murderous edge in Park Do-chul's voice, Kim Min-jung fell silent for a moment. But her expression was strangely detached. On the first day it had made her blood boil; now she couldn't even work up anger.

He sneered and needled, but that final "fucking bitch" carried something else entirely — a raw, transparent panic that the two of them really might have slept together.

"So here we are, A-young and I, stranded in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, and the thing you're most curious about is whether Tae-yang and I slept together... is that it...?"

Given the situation, she had already given him a handjob — but they hadn't actually slept together yet. Even if she said as much, Park Do-chul would never believe her. He would only thrash harder.

"That's right, Mr. Park Do-chul. Tae-yang and I had scorching hot sex. Sharing love with a boy that manly made me insanely happy. Every time that kid's thing pushed in and out of me down there, I came so hard I lost my mind."

So Kim Min-jung dressed it up in every flowery phrase she could find and fabricated the sex with Geum Tae-yang for him.

Her confirmation had been so brazen, so far beyond anything he expected, that Park Do-chul not only flew into a rage — he was genuinely thrown. The Kim Min-jung he knew would have snapped at him for even asking, or crumpled under the shame and not known what to do with herself. Her reaction had completely shattered that prediction. His mind only tangled further.

"I've confirmed what you wanted to know, so I'm hanging up now."

Beeeeeep....

Whatever was going on inside Park Do-chul's head was his problem. Kim Min-jung, who no longer had any reason to spare a thought for the likes of him, ended the call with cool finality.

Click...!

Then she pulled the battery clean out of the phone.

"....."

Kim Min-jung stared silently at the dead handset in her palm.

"What is this. Why does this feel so damn good."

She had just recognized it — against every expectation, she felt calm. And deeply, thoroughly relieved.

"Tae-yang, aren't you too hot?"

On day nine, after Geum Tae-yang returned from another raid on Ondol Mart, Kim Min-jung — seated on the bunker living room sofa — spoke to him in a warm, affectionate tone.

"I'm fine, Auntie~ You're the one I'm more worried about. You hate the heat."

Fresh from a shower and getting ready for bed, Geum Tae-yang answered with an easy grin.

"No. Auntie's home all day, so I can wash whenever I want — I'm fine. You're the one who was out until the sun went down. You're the one who worked harder."

"I heard from A-young that the air conditioning should be running full power again within about three days. The main power systems are mostly unlocked now."

Kim Min-jung explained the situation to him in a soft, careful stream of words — more earnestly than she ever had before.

This is all I can do for him...

She wanted to give something — anything — to Geum Tae-yang, who was clearly buckling under the pressure. Up through day six, she had been able to soothe that need to give of herself by milking him and finishing him off by hand. But from the afternoon of day six onward, his outdoor activity had spiked. The morning milking sessions that had once been a regular ritual had, at some point, become something Kim Min-jung — now able to control her own strength — handled alone.

"But A-young still seems like she's wrestling with the system locks, huh? I figured with the core stuff unlocked she'd be freer, but I guess not."

Geum Tae-yang glanced up toward the second floor where Park A-young was working. When he had asked her for the favor related to Do Min-chul, she had told him she was swamped for the moment and it would be difficult. From what he had heard, every critical operating device had already been unlocked. He had assumed she would have time — so hearing she was busy left him wondering what was going on.

"Mmm... I didn't get the full details, but it sounds like she found a data vault her father built separately. The lock on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that one is on a completely different security level from anything else. That's what A-young is cracking right now, Tae-yang."

In a demure, careful voice, Kim Min-jung laid bare the object of her daughter's obsession. On the first day, Park A-young — suspicious of the Park Do-chul who had raged at them to get out of the bunker — had torn through every scrap of data she could find. She had discovered materials he had been collecting in secret. And now she was trying to open them.

Wow... anything related to Park Do-chul... yeah, that tracks. Of course Park A-young would go that hard. It's love-hate with her and Park Do-chul. For all that pride of hers, the person she spent her whole life trying hardest to impress was probably him.

Hearing Kim Min-jung's answer, Geum Tae-yang felt a shiver of recognition. He knew full well the twisted fixation Park A-young carried for her father. Kim Min-jung, on the other hand, didn't see that warped underside — which was why she had revealed it in that careful, almost modest tone.

"Hey, Tae-yang..."

As Geum Tae-yang was still shaking his head over the mess of that father-daughter dynamic, Kim Min-jung continued in a hesitant voice.

"Yeah? What is it, Auntie? Something you want to ask me?"

Seeing her hesitation, Geum Tae-yang answered with a warm smile.

"Ah... no, it's nothing..."

But Kim Min-jung only mumbled and let it go.

"....."

It was time to sleep, but Kim Min-jung could not. She sat on her bed with a faraway, brooding look. She had been like this every night since day six — and on day nine, she was giving herself an even longer stretch of solitude.

I'm so powerless... I thought in a situation like this I'd be able to help Tae-yang and A-young so much... but I feel even more useless than before...

Geum Tae-yang, crushed under pressure for reasons she couldn't fully name. Park A-young, tearing into the bunker systems like a woman possessed. And Kim Min-jung, the supposed guardian, had nothing she could give ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠either of them. Before the apocalypse, at least, she had been able to soothe them as a parent figure. Now she felt like nothing more than the auntie who cooked meals and made conversation.

I was so full of fire that first day... maybe I was just the only one who got carried away...

Of course, cooking and talking still mattered inside a community. But Kim Min-jung — long suppressed — had met the apocalypse with expectations that had only grown larger. When she had smashed zombies with stone fists to save Geum Tae-yang, she had felt a catharsis she had never known. She had believed she could finally live a new life for Park A-young and Geum Tae-yang. In her own eyes now, though, she was just a half-pickled auntie on the sidelines.

No... there is something I can do...

Clench...!

In that instant Kim Min-jung's eyes flew wide and both hands locked into fists.

As of yesterday, I'm sure of it! As long as I don't hesitate the way I did earlier, there is something I can do for Tae-yang!

Kim Min-jung had been standing at a crossroads. She had felt it fully, and for days she had spent nights exactly like this one. Then yesterday's call with Park Do-chul had given her the push she needed to choose. In the living room she had started to say something to Geum Tae-yang and then hesitated — she had tried to speak the choice she made last night and failed, fretting and second-guessing. Sitting here berating herself all over again, she could finally feel how foolish that hesitation had been.

And so Kim Min-jung vowed she would stop wavering. She would live the life she wanted.

Creeeak...!

Decision made, Kim Min-jung eased open the door to the room where Geum Tae-yang was sleeping.

"...."

She stood and watched him sleep. In truth, every night since the evening of day six, she had come to his bedroom like this for a brief visit — just to check how he was managing to rest.

Sleeping like that again, Tae-yang...

Geum Tae-yang normally slept sprawled out, limbs ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thrown wide. Lately he had been curling into a shrimp's crouch every single night. The psychological pressure was showing even in the way he slept.

That's right. I'm going to soothe that pressure for him...

Tonight he was sleeping in that shrimp curl again — no, he looked even more tightly folded in on himself. The resolve Kim Min-jung had steeled began to roar up like an active volcano the moment she saw him.

"Tae-yang? It's Auntie Min-jung. Can you wake up for a second?"

She kept the fire banked in her chest and approached with a gentle voice and a gentle hand, waking the boy lying on the bed.

"Nnngh... Auntie, what's going on...? You're not sleeping...? Is there something you need from me...?"

Rub...! Rub...! Rub...!

The voice of the auntie he loved, reaching him through sleep. Geum Tae-yang scrubbed at his eyes and turned his head toward the sound.

"Come to Auntie's room. From now on, you're going to sleep with me in Auntie's room, Tae-yang."

And just like that, Kim Min-jung proposed that they share a bed.