Late Night: The Landlady Drinking Over Her Husband's Affair Invites Me Home

"Oh my... Is Ajumma's outfit a little too sexy...?"

Min-jung Ajumma, walking with me toward the table, spoke as she gazed into the large mirror on the wall.

Her sleepwear was cut deep, and under the lighting her bare skin showed through almost completely.

"Haha! So what if it's sexy, Ajumma? You're so beautiful. It doesn't even feel sexy so much as... sensual? Yeah, that's the word. Hahaha!"

Min-jung Ajumma had been drinking alone in lonely silence; the moment she heard my voice she was so happy she hadn't even registered the state of her own clothes.

Sensing her embarrassment, I deliberately joked around and brushed the awkwardness away for her. At the same time I showed off how, now that I was twenty-one, I could handle more mature language.

"Really...? This forty-two-year-old ajumma looks that sensual to you...?"

"I mean... something like this, maybe...?"

She struck a pose.

Min-jung Ajumma was definitely drunk. She was normally extremely shy. A woman's instinct to want to look beautiful was only natural, so she often wore clothes that showed off her absolute best feature—her body lines. Yet watching her posture always made you feel that, for all the boldness of her outfits, her heart was pure Confucian ajumma through and through.

Right now, though, she was completely different from her usual self. My word "sensual" had drawn an explosive response from her. With half-lidded eyes and a sticky, honeyed voice, Min-jung Ajumma deliberately struck a pose that put her massive hips and cow-like breasts on full, shameless display.

Wooooooooooooo!!!! Kwoooooooooooo!!!

I howled inside.

Honestly, when Min-jung Ajumma first opened the front door I had been so focused on her face that I never checked her clothes. Why was she drinking at this hour of the night? Did she have something on her mind? That was all I could think. Then, once we headed for the table, I looked around the room. So I never got a proper look at what she was wearing. Only when she herself mentioned the outfit did I finally see it.

And then came that sultry pose of hers. I had already witnessed her completely naked in the shower that afternoon. The way she stood now layered that memory right on top of the present, so my eyes painted her bare body as if I had X-ray vision. How could I not go wild?

"That's why guys my age still try to pick you up, Ajumma... The best... You're really beautiful, our Min-jung Ajumma...! Good...!"

Inside I was roaring, but I desperately kept my expression under control. Then I fed her mood with appreciative murmurs that made her feel good. I even brought up today's pickup incident naturally, solidifying the evidence for my claim.

"Hohohoho...! You're embarrassing me... Our Tae-yang is laying it on way too thick just because Ajumma's drunk..."

Flutter, flutter, flutter!

In the end Min-jung Ajumma flushed and started fanning her face with her hand the way she always did.

Sway, sway, sway!

But she really did seem happy. As she started walking toward the table again, that ridiculously generous forty-five-inch ass of hers swayed with seductive, lively motion.

How did I know the exact size of Ajumma's hips? When I teased Park A-young about having a horse ass, she snapped that Min-jung Ajumma's was even bigger and rattled off the precise measurements.

Heu... Calm down, my little buddy... You can't lose, you bastard...

Keeping my face straight was surprisingly doable, but controlling a healthy twenty-one-year-old cock was not. I closed my eyes for a second and soothed my dick like I was giving it a pep talk.

"Really, even if it's a joke, hearing you say that makes me happy... Saying that to an ajumma over forty..."

Glug-glug-glug...

I managed to sit down at the table without any major disaster. Min-jung Ajumma handed me a glass and filled it.

"That's just too disappointing, Ajumma... A joke? Did you already forget? What you said about me being your ideal type? Ajumma is the prettiest woman in the world."

From her expression, posture, tone, and word choice, Min-jung Ajumma's self-esteem looked badly shattered. So I kept hammering home how beautiful she was and how impossible it was for men not to admire her.

"Hmm... I do remember... but wasn't that something you said when you were little, Tae-yang...?"

Around third grade of elementary school. From then on I had projected my longing for my mother onto Ajumma. The "ideal type" confession was something I made to her exactly in those days. I told her she was the prettiest woman in the world, my ideal type, and my first love. Because that was the background, Ajumma tilted her head. Her face said a little kid's confession and my current claim about her charms as a woman simply didn't match.

"I'm a one-woman man. Even now Ajumma is the prettiest in the world. And still my ideal type."

"As much as I've grown, the reasons I think of Ajumma as my ideal type have ripened too. That's how you should see it."

So I emphasized that for Geum Tae-yang, "ideal type" was an unchanging law of nature. It was a truly serious, confident appeal. Now that I had a bit more meat on my bones, I even activated some deeper language skills.

"Tch... Liar..."

At my smooth-talker line Min-jung Ajumma ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pouted. But she clearly liked hearing it; she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠couldn't hide the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Ahem... I can't exactly go as far as saying I sometimes jerk off looking at Ajumma's old celebrity photos...

Honestly that would be the most explosive and solid proof of affection, but...

There was even stronger evidence. The nature of that evidence was just so filthy I had to keep my mouth shut.

The reason I was pouring on the compliments about Min-jung Ajumma's looks was because I could already guess why she was drinking alone so forlornly. Min-jung Ajumma was a former actress. Watching twenty-year-old idol Na Yu-jin on stage had made her remember her own dream-filled days at twenty when she debuted. She must have been missing those times a lot.

"Heehee...! Somehow it feels like our Tae-yang already figured out why Ajumma is drinking alone...? It's embarrassing that you caught me... but I'm also proud and grateful that you noticed..."

Before long Min-jung Ajumma realized why I had been showering her with looks compliments the whole time. She gave me a shy, aegyo-filled smile. When Ajumma got drunk she got extra cute. I had seen her drunk often enough to know that well.

If she's putting out this much aegyo, that bastard Park Do-chul must have cheated again...

If her current life were fully satisfying Min-jung Ajumma's self-worth, she wouldn't be drinking alone while missing her twenty-year-old self. Every time Park Do-chul cheated, Min-jung Ajumma drank until the aegyo came out like this. From the fact that I had seen her in a similar state quite a few times, it was clear Park Do-chul's affairs weren't a one- or two-time thing.

Just the times I caught him myself, it's about four already, that fucking bastard...

From a certain point he started cheating almost openly. So I saw the scenes all the time. Twenty-year-old promising rookie actress Kim Min-jung met social newbie Park Do-chul who had nothing. But for all his mediocre ability, Park Do-chul was overflowing with drive. He was the kind of guy who dreamed big and pushed forward. Min-jung Ajumma, who had lived a passive life under a strict household since childhood, felt huge admiration for that Park Do-chul. And that admiration led straight to marriage.

Ajumma is basically his success totem or something...

The cheating had been going on so long that divorce talk had come up ages ago. In the end Min-jung Ajumma actually moved on it, but Park Do-chul had zero intention of ever granting a divorce. Even if the love between husband and wife was gone, he still saw remaining use-value in Min-jung Ajumma as a tool for his own success. From the moment he married her, Park Do-chul's career skyrocketed. Every business he touched hit the jackpot. It went so well that even he felt bewildered. Because that undeserved success streak kept rolling, Park Do-chul grew more and more obsessed with superstition. Then some sharp shaman flatly declared that Park Do-chul's success was all thanks to Min-jung Ajumma. After that, Park Do-chul hammered it into his personal ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠dictionary: divorce from Kim Min-jung would never happen.

"Our Tae-yang, thank you so much... Really... You take such good care of our A-young too... and you take care of me..."

"You're like my son... but sometimes... sometimes you're like... my husband... Heeheehee..."

Min-jung Ajumma smiled as she looked at me. She seemed deeply depressed. It felt like she was using the alcohol to pour out her loneliness to me. When A-young and I were home it must have been a little better, but with both of us gone the loneliness had hit hard. And in that state Park Do-chul had gone and pulled his shit again. Without alcohol Ajumma probably couldn't even sleep.

"That bad man... Even if he treats me like that, he could at least be decent to A-young..."

In the end, drowning in loneliness, Min-jung Ajumma exposed her Achilles' heel.

Fuck, this is why even when Park A-young acts like a total bitch I end up putting up with it...

Min-jung Ajumma was a woman with real decisiveness. Patient as she was, once she decided a line had been crossed she didn't hold back. So she had tried for a real divorce, not just talk. One of the reasons for that decision was that Park Do-chul completely failed at being a father to Park A-young. Once his businesses took off, Park Do-chul suddenly wanted a son. But at the time Min-jung Ajumma was already exhausted just managing the constantly running-around Park Do-chul. On top of that she forced pregnancies that all ended in miscarriage. From that point Park Do-chul started ignoring little Park A-young. That was the one thing Min-jung Ajumma couldn't endure, so she finally tried for divorce. But she soon had no choice but to stop.

Park A-young was so shocked back then she even got aphasia...

The face of little Park A-young, mental completely broken about ten years ago, was still vivid. Little A-young's personality was a hundred and eighty degrees different from now. She was gentle and timid. So going through her parents' divorce process hit her with massive trauma. She even developed aphasia. That was why Min-jung Ajumma gave up on divorce. Min-jung Ajumma believed the reason A-young's personality changed was that she never grew up receiving love from her father Park Do-chul, and that her own divorce attempt back then had a huge influence. Knowing that state of Min-jung Ajumma's heart, even when I called A-young a fucking bitch in the heat of the moment, I still couldn't hate her.

Huff... huff...

While talking about Park A-young, Min-jung Ajumma's face had been on the verge of tears; before I knew it she had fallen asleep.

"Upsy-daisy..."

Thud!

I lifted the sleeping Min-jung Ajumma and laid her on the master bedroom bed.

"I'm not your real son... but I'll really be a good son to you, Ajumma... Honestly, not just Dad—thanks to Ajumma I never went off the rails..."

I gently took her hand.

Sleeping Min-jung Ajumma was an angel itself. Seeing the faint tears still pooled in her eyes made her look so pitiful. Wanting to comfort that sight, I held her hand lightly and murmured a vow.

Oh fuck, little buddy... Read the room and calm the hell down...

Sliiiide...

There was something ruining that warm atmosphere—my own cock. Deciding Ajumma was deeply asleep, the bastard couldn't wait even a second and half-hardened.

My own dick, but damn it's stupidly huge...

It was only half-hard, yet my cock was busy showing off ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠its ridiculous presence. At 16.5 cm flaccid, looking down at it myself was still an overwhelmingly massive dick.

She's definitely sleeping, right? She didn't see this monstrous thing, did she?

I double-checked Min-jung Ajumma's sleeping state. I waved a hand lightly over her closed eyes.

Haa... Yeah, she's asleep...

Realizing the angelic Min-jung Ajumma hadn't witnessed the monster's yawn of awakening, a sigh of pure relief escaped me.

Gotta hurry to my room and jerk off looking at Min-jung Ajumma's old actress photos...

Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!!

After that I left Ajumma's master bedroom with quick, awkward strides. Today I had taken so much stimulation from Min-jung Ajumma that I was going to need a triple session.

But right then—

Sliiiide...

Kim Min-jung, who had seemed fully asleep, cracked her eyes open a little.

"Our Tae-yang... you've grown up..."

With half-lidded eyes she gazed toward the master bedroom door Geum Tae-yang had just gone through, murmuring words that carried a distinctly double meaning.

"Ahem... I slept like a fucking log..."

Bathed in the warm early-summer sunlight, I opened my eyes. I had truly gotten proper deep sleep. The triple jerk-off session at dawn had a lot to do with it.

"Ugh, fuck, what time is it..."

I had slept so well I never even heard the alarm. When I finally checked the time on my phone I was horrified. It was already afternoon.

"Huh?"

My eyes, still checking the time, suddenly went round.

A disaster text?

An emergency disaster alert had arrived.

It hasn't even rained—what kind of disaster text is this...?

With a bewildered expression I started reading the emergency alert carefully.

The content of the emergency alert was about disturbances caused by unidentified people.