Flaunting My Love with Auntie Min-jung to Pantyless A-young as Her New Dad
You absolute idiot. Auntie's fretting over A-young that much, and the best you can come up with is daydreaming about her squirting?
Because not a single drop of blood connected them, Geum Tae-yang felt a brand of lust toward Park A-young he had never known before. But he loved Kim Min-jung far too much. So he steeled himself to look at A-young through the lens of responsibility instead. And with that resolve, he sternly rebuked the part of himself that had been drawn, almost magnetically, toward the lower half of her body.
"…"
Park A-young sat in the chair in front of the main control room computer. She spun it toward where Tae-yang stood, crossed her legs, and folded her arms. Holding that haughty pose, she stared at him in silence.
What the hell is this bastard's deal…?
Her heart, though, was nothing like the cool expression on her face. She was thoroughly bewildered.
Geum Tae-yang was definitely staring at my pussy just now… staring right at the slit. But the feel of that gaze… it was completely different from anything before…
Tae-yang had always raked her body with blatant, rolling eyes. And ever since the day of the apocalypse, when he had first laid eyes on her breasts, it had only gotten worse. A-young had enjoyed that gaze. Sometimes she had deliberately provoked him just to get a rise out of him. Now she had gone past no bra all the way to no panties—specifically to show him her bare, clean-shaven slit.
And sure enough, today again Tae-yang was eye-raping her body exactly the way she had intended. But the flavor of that look had changed completely.
How do I put it… it's insanely specific. Like he's looking all the way inside me…? Not just looking at my body—like he's already doing something concrete to it…? Ah, fuck, what even is this…?????
What A-young was feeling was the inevitable difference in a man's gaze between a virgin and a man who had already had a woman. Before, Tae-yang's eyes had gone as far as groping her breasts and ass in his imagination. At most, they had pictured shoving that massive cock of his into her. But right now, Tae-yang was painting the whole aftermath—what A-young would do once she was impaled on him. How she would react if he worked her breasts and hips. What kind of moans she would pour out when he thrust into her, how the muscles inside her would clench and move. And further still—whether she would squirt the exact same way her mother Kim Min-jung did.
Above all, Tae-yang now had a living control sample in Kim Min-jung, a woman he suspected was far too similar to A-young. The level of detail in his mental simulations had become supercomputer-grade. And A-young, a woman with an unusually sharp sixth sense, felt that enormous shift in him so vividly it made her shudder.
"Okay. Living in a studio apartment and being stuck together in a bunker during the apocalypse—those are different vibes. So maybe the extra familiarity makes it easier to say greasy shit like 'our A-young.' Your personality's got a greasy streak in it anyway."
She was so rattled that she decided to accept Tae-yang's flimsy excuse for the moment.
"Haha, right! It's because of the apocalypse! Of course it feels different!"
Tae-yang played along as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Oh? Free lunch? A-young's letting me off this easy?
Inside, though, he was just as confused. Normally this would have been the moment she came at him two or three more times. He had already been scrambling to invent a few more excuses just in case. Her unexpected reaction spared him the trouble—so of course it felt like free lunch.
"C-come with me. It's in the underground storage."
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
The aftershock still hadn't faded; A-young stammered for a second. To shake it off, she changed the subject—and practically fled out of the main control room.
"Oh~ thank you, our A-young~!"
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
"I got it, so shut up already!!!"
Tae-yang followed right after her, and of course he hit her with another "our A-young" line. A-young recoiled on cue.
Swoosh…!
She came down to the bunker's first floor, then glanced toward the master bedroom where Kim Min-jung was.
"Is Mom doing any better?"
She asked Tae-yang—who had closed right up behind her—about Min-jung's condition. Min-jung was "sick" right now, and Tae-yang was nursing her. Even before the apocalypse, whenever Min-jung fell ill it had never been Park Do-chul or A-young who took care of her—it had always been Tae-yang. This time, too, he had naturally taken the nursing role.
"Huh? Uh, yeah… Auntie's a lot better now."
The question made Tae-yang hesitate for a beat before answering. The truth was, Min-jung wasn't sick at all. He and Min-jung had agreed to lie to A-young and say her mother was unwell.
Ahem… if even I'm like this, how is that pure-hearted auntie supposed to handle it…
The reason for the lie was simple. Upright, proper Auntie Kim Min-jung had done something she never should have. Watching the boy she loved buckle under pressure had torn her up so badly that a desperate need to help him somehow had flipped a switch in her head. The result: she had slept with her daughter's male friend. Her feelings had been genuine. The apocalypse was an extraordinary circumstance. There had even been something almost noble in it. But in the end, she had slept with her daughter's male friend. So Min-jung needed a few days to prepare herself before facing A-young—her face gave everything away far too easily. She had claimed she was sick, and A-young had, surprisingly, believed the lie without question.
Ugh, Mom. Of course you get sick if you masturbate that hard.
Hearing that Min-jung was much better, A-young clicked her tongue under her breath. From her point of view, her mother's collapse made perfect sense. In A-young's mind, three days ago Min-jung had been masturbating like a woman possessed.
But Tae-yang hasn't been jerking off at all lately, has he? Is the AC keeping the room temperature from spiking?
She shot him a sidelong glance. The main computer could monitor the room temperature at a steady level. If the two of them had been going at it again while claiming she was sick, that would have raised suspicions too. But the air conditioning had kicked into full blast at just the right time—so last night and into this morning, the two of them had been free to fuck like animals.
As Tae-yang and A-young started walking toward the basement again—
"Kids, where are you going…?"
Creeeak…!
Kim Min-jung opened the bedroom door and stepped out.
"Oh? Mom, you're up? Looks like you're really a lot better, just like Tae-yang said."
"Haha! See? Told you! Hahaha!"
They froze. Min-jung's voice had come out of nowhere. A-young and Tae-yang stopped mid-step toward the basement and turned to look at her. Tae-yang's tone was full of bluster, but the expression on his face as he looked at Min-jung was unmistakably flustered. She had told him she would stay in the room a few more days.
"Auntie, just go back in and rest some more~! Resting one more day would be better for you~!"
He immediately tried to sound out why she had suddenly come out.
"Aigoo… I have to cook you kids a proper meal. Clean the bunker too. Being cooped up in that room for days, all I could think about was… ahh…"
In the end, the reason Min-jung had come out was to take care of the two of them. What she had done, she had done—but as a mother, she wanted to fulfill that role as fully as she could. That was the heart of Kim Min-jung, mother supreme. When Tae-yang was at her side she had poured everything into making him happy, but for days her mind had been haunted by images of A-young not eating properly and the bunker living room left neglected. Eventually the restlessness had driven her out.
"Haha! Auntie, honestly…!"
Tae-yang felt his chest go warm at that motherly force of hers. The awkwardness she felt toward A-young—she had still managed to shake it off with sheer maternal power. Wasn't that exactly why he had fallen so hopelessly for Kim Min-jung?
"Tae-yang ranked up his awakening ability. Apparently one of the new skills has something to do with combat suits. So we're heading to the basement to get him one."
Oblivious to the undercurrent between the two of them, landlord's daughter Park A-young answered her mother's earlier question first.
"I see! Then go finish what you were doing, kids. Mom will clean the living room and kitchen and get dinner started."
A soft smile…
Thud…! Thud…! Thud…! Thud…!
It was the first time in days she had heard her daughter's flat, casual voice and seen that unbothered face. Min-jung herself thought, I was worrying over nothing, and a smile rose on its own. She started walking toward the kitchen.
"Okay."
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
A-young answered coolly and headed for the basement stairs again.
"…"
Tae-yang, on the other hand, kept his eyes locked on Min-jung as she crossed past him.
Sway! Sway! Sway! Sway!
That 45-inch ass of hers, poured into a new-city housewife look, swaying like crazy. He drank in the sight. He hadn't gotten to watch this for days—most of their time had been spent grinding skin to skin in bed. So he stood there savoring the sexy walk of the woman he loved—
And the instant she passed beside him—
GRAB…!!!
—he seized that massive ass of hers in both hands.
Hieut!!!
—She froze solid!!!
Kim Min-jung, who only moments ago had been radiating maternal warmth with a gentle smile, stopped dead with her eyes blown wide. Then she carefully turned her head, scanned toward A-young, and shot Tae-yang a sidelong look.
(((What do you think you're doing, Tae-yang…!)))
Fortunately A-young had already put some distance between them. She didn't seem to have noticed the steamy little exchange between her mother and her male friend. Min-jung threw a quiet ventriloquist tantrum at him.
"My woman…"
A greasy grin…!
To the pouting Min-jung, Tae-yang put on the greasiest smile imaginable and murmured "my woman" just loud enough that it might—or might not—reach A-young's ears.
(((You're insane! Completely insane!)))
Pssssshhh…!!
Pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat…!!!
It was lethally greasy. Min-jung's face went scarlet; she kept pouring out ventriloquized protests as she broke into a rapid little trot toward the kitchen.
God… our Auntie Min-jung is too cute…
Even her ears had gone red. That loveliness jacked a man's sense of conquest all the way to max. Tae-yang watched her go with a look of pure satisfaction—the look of a man flaunting that this woman was the one he had claimed, that she was his wife.
But that strutting Geum Tae-yang was soon scrambling down to the basement after A-young, who had barked at him about whether he was going to get the suit or not.
He's insane, he's actually insane…!! What if A-young sees him do that…!!!
In the kitchen, Min-jung rested one hand on the sink and pressed the other to her chest, breathing out a flustered sigh. Her face was still bright red, and a light sheen of sweat had broken out.
"…"
She fell silent for a moment.
Squeeze…! Squeeze…!
Then she reached back and kneaded the right cheek of her ass—the one Tae-yang had just grabbed.
"Heehee…!♥ He called me his woman…♥"
It was affection she had been starving for. The dynamic had always been her pouring love onto someone else—but this man, Geum Tae-yang, was a male who fretted and burned to give her even more than she gave him. Kim Min-jung was happy.
"Whoa… this looks insanely expensive??? And Uncle Do-chul just stashed this away???"
They opened the equipment storage door in the basement. Tae-yang unlocked the suit case inside, checked the combat suit, and his eyes went round. He had seen Goryeo Special Police special combat suits a few times before. Those had already been high-tech masterpieces. But the thing in front of him was on a completely different level.
"Tae-yang, do you have any idea what this is worth? Ten billion. Ten billion won."
Watching his face, A-young laid out just how luxurious the combat suit in front of them really was.
"Whooooooooooa, ten billion!!!"
Tae-yang practically howled his reaction.
"Honestly, the price isn't even the point. You couldn't buy this with money even if you tried. It's a limited item—basically issued as supply gear to Goryeo Special Police officer-class personnel."
Curious about exactly what Park Do-chul had embezzled, A-young had dug through high-level Goryeo Special Police materials and pulled the combat suit's full specs. Park Do-chul really had been a man with zero fear in his skull.
"Khh… this is a ridiculous piece of gear… Mind if I try it on right now???"
Something that valuable had been squirrelled away—and now the user was Geum Tae-yang. Looked at a certain way, Park Do-chul was a tree that just kept giving to him without holding anything back. Tae-yang licked his lips and stepped toward the combat suit.
"Oh! It's crazy light! Barely any of that tight, clingy feeling either—this is no joke??"
The fit was incredible. The material was nano-particle construction, so for all its high-end look it didn't feel like a skin-tight bodysuit at all.
And in that moment—when Geum Tae-yang had claimed Park Do-chul's carefully built bunker, his wife Kim Min-jung, and now even the combat suit—
A Special Quest has been issued to Homepicker Geum Tae-yang.
His second growth engine—the Special Quest—had activated.