After Our Love Fight with Auntie Min-jung, We Made Up with Sex [Make-Up Sex♥][1]
Tae-yang… the boy who came to me as light and salvation… the one who stayed by my A-young's side, who became my guide when I had no will left to keep going…
To Kim Min-jung, Geum Tae-yang was salvation itself.
He was a single shaft of light heaven had sent down into the pitch-black abyss she had fallen into.
I'm so happy I get to watch this boy grow up healthy… happy I can cook for him sometimes… happy I can help with his college tuition…
I want to stay by his side like this for a long, long time… it's greedy of me, but I want to stay with him even as I grow older still…
She had admired him.
The way a young girl admires a perfect older teacher—Kim Min-jung, who had walked a life full of wounds, had come to admire the pure boy who approached her as light.
So she had wanted to remain the generous next-door auntie who kept a careful distance, a tree that gave without taking.
I'm old… I'm a married woman… I've had so many miscarriages… I'm a fool with no eye for men…
If she stood right beside him—if she opened her heart without holding anything back—she wasn't sure she could bear the wounds she had worked so hard to keep buried.
But the desire to help a struggling Geum Tae-yang had pushed her past that line.
And so Kim Min-jung had poured out every pain she had been holding in.
"How can you even think that, Auntie…! Why is any of that your fault? Why do you think any of it was wrong…?"
"Don't think like that… you can't think like that, Auntie…"
Squeeze…!
Geum Tae-yang held the wounded, fretting Kim Min-jung even tighter.
His gesture wasn't knowledge. It wasn't experience.
It was instinct.
Because he truly loved Kim Min-jung, the loving motion rose out of him on pure reflex.
"S-so… right! Who even thinks you're old, Auntie! Did you forget? Guys are always hitting on you because they think you're in your early-to-mid twenties!"
"If it happened once or twice, sure, that could be a coincidence—but when it happens as constantly as it does with you, that just means age doesn't mean a damn thing for you!"
The core of that loving gesture was sincerity.
Geum Tae-yang had no skill for this.
The only skill he possessed was craving Park A-young.
So he began persuading her with something raw and pure, completely unrefined.
"And look at it the other way—isn't it that same maturity that lets you hold me so warmly? That's the Auntie I love most of all."
"The reason I could open up the inside of myself that locked shut after Mom left when I was little—I swear it was because of that maturity of yours!"
As someone who had come to know Kim Min-jung, Geum Tae-yang laid bare, without filter, the way he had always truly seen her.
In a way, these were things only a boy who had grown up receiving her boundless love could ever say.
"A married woman? That just makes it even better. You're married, and yet you're this pretty, this pure, this kind—I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. And if you being a married woman is weird, then I'm the weirder one for seducing a married woman. We're just weird together."
"And the miscarriages… that's pain, Auntie… not blame. It's something we hold each other through and share the sorrow over… That's how I see it. The Auntie who stood back up through all that pain—that's the Auntie I love…"
Geum Tae-yang embraced and empathized with every path of her life she had labeled a failure, every track of pain that had made her shed tears of blood.
Because, just as he said, those footsteps stacked one atop another had created this very moment.
"And Park Do-chul—honestly, he's the bastard here. Why are you the fool? You were twenty at the time, Auntie. Younger than me. That's an age where something like that can absolutely happen."
"Sure, if it happened three or four times, I'd say the person who kept getting burned has some responsibility too—but for you it was once, and now the second one is me. So I think of it as you taking the lesson and growing from it."
After that he stood firmly on Kim Min-jung's side and tore into Park Do-chul behind his back.
This, at least, looked like Geum Tae-yang deploying a skill of his own.
Trailing after Park A-young, he had seen plenty of the scheming and power plays of the delinquent world.
Whatever else he might miss, he had registered that whenever talk of her failed marriage came up, a distinctly emotional tone would leap out of Kim Min-jung.
"Haaahh… but Tae-yang… but still…"
Squeeze…!
Even to Kim Min-jung's own ears, Geum Tae-yang's words sounded powerfully persuasive.
But her nature had never been the type to blame others or shove responsibility onto someone else, so simply accepting what she understood was not easy.
And yet the desperation of her heart was unmistakable.
She was so glad, so tenderly moved that Geum Tae-yang was taking her side that she only held him tighter.
"Just… Tae-yang… can't we just have sex…? It might sound strange, but… the sweet, cozy romance stuff—do that with other girls… younger, prettier, fresher girls your own age… love them the way someone your age should…"
In that moment, Kim Min-jung finally asked him if they could just stay sex partners.
When she had dodged his kiss before, she might already have been unconsciously aiming for that kind of relationship.
She did not want to put a scratch on the precious, beautiful boy that was Geum Tae-yang.
She wanted to remain someone he could peel away at any time.
Shift…!
The Geum Tae-yang who had been holding her eased back just enough to look at her face.
He seemed stunned by Kim Min-jung's sex-partner proposal.
"…."
Then, without a word, he simply looked at her for several seconds.
His expression was remarkably calm.
"Ah…"
Seeing him like that, Kim Min-jung froze too, her face and posture locking up so she couldn't continue.
Kim Min-jung, you stupid bitch… you couldn't handle your own wounds, and in the end you hurt Tae-yang…
Only then did she realize what she had just done to him.
Wounds that had festered and festered for so long—she had pretended she was fine, but they had already half-devoured her.
And she had sprayed that poison onto the person she loved most.
You did it to A-young too… in the end you couldn't endure your own pain, and you hurt the people most precious to you…
When the divorce proceedings began and Park A-young took such a heavy blow, Kim Min-jung had often regretted that she should have just toughened it out and divorced back then.
If she had, she wouldn't have put A-young through the experience of being properly abandoned by Park Do-chul after puberty.
And the reason she hadn't was that she herself had surrendered to the pain of that time—she had always blamed herself for it.
In her mind, this was the same thing all over again.
"So that's the kind of relationship you want with me, Auntie."
After a silence that was not short at all, Geum Tae-yang's mouth finally opened.
Still with that calm expression, and in a low voice, he made it clear he now understood exactly what kind of relationship she wanted with him.
"Yeah… that's right…"
Kim Min-jung closed her eyes.
She believed there was no turning back now.
Reversing course here would be the worst possible look of all.
"You wanted a sweet, cozy love with me, Auntie."
But Kim Min-jung had no idea what man-mode Geum Tae-yang was really like.
The male Geum Tae-yang had already become a creature who could no longer live without the love of the female Kim Min-jung.
"Huh???"
At his completely unexpected interpretation, her eyes flew open, round with shock.
"Fresh love… the kind that fits my age… you wanted that…? Was it that hard to say? I've always been ready, you know…?"
Geum Tae-yang knew Kim Min-jung far too well.
She loved the existence that was Geum Tae-yang more than anything.
From that vantage point, her words about wanting to stay sex partners never even reached his ears.
What lodged in them was everything after—the part where she spelled out what kind of love she wanted him to have.
Because he knew that was her true heart.
"Haaahh… hhaaaahh…"
Listening to his warm whisper with a dazed expression, Kim Min-jung began to cry again, hard and open.
"Tae-yang… I'm sorry… Auntie… Auntie did something so pathetic… I'm really sorry, Tae-yaaang… haaahhh…"
They were tears of joy.
It was Geum Tae-yang's unconditional love—love that charged in without calculating front or back, no brakes at all.
That love touching her created the chance for her long-held pain to finally begin to heal.
Her sincere, tearful apology was the proof.
Grin…!
Geum Tae-yang looked at the idiotically sobbing Kim Min-jung with a face full of smiles.
Soft…!
Then he set his hand against her right cheek—
Smooch…!♥
—and stole the lips of the woman he loved like sweet pudding.
"I love you, Auntie… smooch…!♥"
"I love you too, Tae-yang… smooch…!♥ smooch…!♥ haaahhh…"
Having melted the wound in Kim Min-jung's heart, Geum Tae-yang whispered love as he savored the lips of his tender woman.
And Kim Min-jung—her soul rescued from the brink of the abyss—began to coo and pour out pure feminine charm.
"Hyaaang…! Haang…! I love you, Tae-yaaang…! kiss…!♥ smooch…♥! haaang…! I really love youuu… kiss…!♥"
"I'd give you everything I have for you… and I'll do everything for youuu… kiss…!♥ kisss…!♥ hnnngh…!"
Nuzzle…! Nuzzle…! Fondle…! Fondle…! Nuzzle…!
It was pure coquetry.
A voice thick with nasal sweetness, and baby-talk pronunciations tumbling out one after another.
On top of that she stroked him until his body felt like it might catch fire, rubbing herself endlessly against the muscular frame of the man who had claimed her—as if determined to soak him thoroughly in her scent.
"You're so cute, Auntie… kiss…!♥ So our Min-jung Auntie has this side too… I'd only ever seen it when you were drunk… smooch…!♥"
"Hnnngh…! You dummyyy…!♥ Don't say that, it's embarrassing… kiss…! hnnnngh…!♥"
Their first time having sex had been colored by the sultry maturity Kim Min-jung's age produced.
That, too, was a face of Kim Min-jung.
But looking back, it might have been a rather refined version of her.
It was an attitude forged by enduring without being able to fully release something.
Originally, Kim Min-jung was a passionate, love-drenched woman—passionate enough to marry in a blind rush at twenty.
Once Geum Tae-yang had embraced her wounds, the two of them achieved emotional oneness.
And so she was pouring out, without filter, the explosive sensibility that had been sleeping deep inside her.
But by nature she was also quite shy—so the moment the man she loved mentioned that coquetry, her face flushed and she turned into a bashful mess.
"Then I should do even more, Auntie…? kiss…!♥ I want to see more of you getting embarrassed… kisss…!♥ smooch…!"
Having healed the twenty-year-old wound in Kim Min-jung's heart, Geum Tae-yang had by now fully awakened to the act of love.
As if determined to keep the promise he had just made—to share a fresh kind of love with her—he treated Kim Min-jung like a girl his own age.
And it didn't feel like acting at all; he was completely fluent at it.
Geum Tae-yang, it turned out, was every bit as much a lover as Kim Min-jung herself.
Haaahhhh… what do I do… I like him so much… it feels like I've gone back to those days… when even the smallest words made me flutter so hard I wanted to have sex… hnnngh…
Stroke…! Stroke…! Stroke…! Stroke…!
Kim Min-jung stroked both of Geum Tae-yang's cheeks with eyes so honey-sweet they could drip.
Because the look in his eyes was genuine.
He was painting a sweet love, a fresh love, and a blazing love with the forty-two-year-old Kim Min-jung.
In other words, he was recognizing her as a woman capable of that kind of love.
As her wounds began to close, Kim Min-jung melted under that ticklish sweetness.