The Longer You Wait, the Better It Tastes
"And that's the cleaning done!!"
Min-ah threw both arms high over her head and shouted with everything she had. The motion sent the breasts on her chest bouncing up and down a couple of times.
Hmm. I'd figured they were a decent size because of the bra, but was that an unpadded one? The way they bounced... slurp. Quite a feast for the eyes.
"Then you can wash up in the bathroom in Dad's room, Uncle!"
"Yeah, sure."
She came scurrying over and pressed a towel into my hands.
"I noticed earlier there weren't any towels in there."
"Thanks."
She had a pretty generous heart. And a pretty generous body, too.
Unlike before, Min-ah had now showered her entire body in sweat. Her sheer clothes clung to her skin completely, the rich color of her flesh showing right through. And above all, that black strap sliding down over her shoulder... pretty suggestive. The way she beamed so innocently through all that lewd atmosphere only made it worse.
"Go wash up and I'll see you after!"
"Alright."
If I'd had my way, I would have found some excuse to keep talking, to sample that delicious-looking body with my eyes a little longer... but Junior, trying to punch straight through my pants, was making things difficult. He surged upward as if he wanted a look for himself.
Just wait. I'll let you have a taste soon enough.
You're not the only one drooling here.
Anyway, I thought it over carefully in the shower — how to make my move on Min-ah. The situation was already excellent. Living under the same roof meant I could stage all kinds of "accidents" and engineer whatever scenarios I wanted. So what could I do right now? Something I could pull off before dinner.
Got it. Something I can use immediately.
Uncle Hoo hasn't changed a bit, then or now.
It's been quite a while since I last saw him, but he's still just as warm and kind. I remember how, even back then, he'd listen to every single word I said — whether I was whining or throwing a tantrum. Once I grew up, I started to wonder if he'd only put up with it because I was so little at the time. It made sense. Other adults were never as kind as he was.
There's a reason they say strangers will always be strangers.
But Uncle is different somehow. He's still just as kind as ever. Even in the car earlier, no matter what I talked about, he listened to all of it without a hint of boredom. And more than anything...
Is he really Dad's friend?
I'm not joking — he looks like he's barely in his early thirties. How does a person even get a cheat ability like that? That was why. That was how I recognized him as Uncle Hoo the moment I saw him at the airport.
Ah. I zoned out for a second. What a waste of water...
That thought hit me just as I finished my shower and stepped out.
I completely forgot! Uncle is in the house right now!!
Oh no. What do I do. The house was so familiar that I'd forgotten to bring clothes with me the way I normally would. But then I thought about it... it shouldn't really matter, right? It's just Uncle, after all. Still, I had a feeling it'd be embarrassing if we ran into each other, so I eased the door open carefully.
The hallway... was empty.
I took a deep breath and then dashed — all the way to my room door in one go, reaching for the handle—
It swung open.
"Ah! Min-ah."
"Ah, Uncle?"
Damn it. We ran right into each other. And I mean properly.
At least I had a towel wrapped around me, so that was a blessing... huh.
Oh my god. What is this...
A whole new world unfolded right in front of my eyes. Muscles that looked as beautiful and solid as a sculpture — the kind I'd only ever seen in photographs. Firm pecs, and below them a sharply defined six-pack. The finer muscles branching out along the sides, and those protruding veins plated on like a finishing garnish.
Gulp.
For the first time in my twenty-one years of life, my heart raced at the sight of a man's body.
She took the bait.
The moment I saw Min-ah's face, I was sure of it. Her pupils had gone wide, and she was studying me thoroughly without even realizing it. To burn the image in even deeper, I shifted my body just so, making the muscles stand out. It took about twenty seconds before Min-ah snapped back to her senses and got embarrassed, a beat too late.
"Wow, Uncle. Your body is seriously amazing."
"Really?"
"Yes. It's so good I can barely believe you're Dad's friend! Dad's got a belly out to here — how is this even possible?"
Min-ah drew a big circle with her hands, looking like she couldn't believe it.
The ice was broken. I'd ride this atmosphere and use conversation to smoothly paper over the awkward situation.
"What, first time seeing a body like this? Don't the foreign guys have good bodies?"
"Not necessarily."
"Where'd you study abroad?"
"America. I mean, the guys with good bodies are nice and all, but... they're not... beautiful like you are, Uncle."
Heh. Of course not. Do you have any idea what this body is?
I went to the top expert in the field and had this physique built for one purpose and one purpose only: seducing women. In other words, in terms of appearance alone, you could call this the finest body in Korea that women actually want. The day this body was finished, my trainer was so moved he half-jokingly demanded another hundred grand as a bonus. I actually did throw him an extra ten grand. Then I marked his wife as my first target, used this body to seduce her, and ate her up deliciously. Getting her pregnant was a bonus, of course.
I still drop by the gym now and then for regular body work. Then I head straight to his house afterward and come inside the womb of a married woman who's already given him two kids. If things go well, she might even be pregnant with the third before the year is out.
The words Want to touch it? rose all the way to the tip of my tongue, but I held them back. Not yet. A little too soon. Rushing things is how you ruin them. I needed to take it slow until I was in the safe zone.
"Oh, right. Min-ah, I don't have any clothes... do you know where your dad's old t-shirts or shorts are?"
"Ah... just a second!"
She started to head straight into her father's room, then hesitated. The moment she moved, she seemed to realize she wasn't wearing a single scrap of clothing — just one towel barely covering her from top to bottom. Looking at her now, I had a feeling I might get a pretty good show if I played this right. So I muttered, all innocence, in a small voice.
"Hmm. I guess spring is still spring. It's gotten a little chilly now that the sun's gone down."
True to her considerate nature, she made her decision immediately.
"Come this way!"
She clamped the towel tight against both sides of her ribs and toddled along. She must have realized her lower half was this close to showing, because her steps were extremely short. Which meant my eyes were having a wonderful time...
That ass is swaying for real.
Then she stopped in front of a wardrobe and pulled open the lower shelf. When she bent at the waist, I caught a razor-thin glimpse of her pussy lips. Whoa, holy shit. Was that pink just now? God, that really makes your mouth water.
"Here they are! And the shorts are over here."
"Got it. Thanks."
"Hehe. I'll just be going then!!"
Pitter-patter. She zipped past me and vanished out of the room in an instant. Her cheeks were flushed — she was embarrassed.
Hmm. That was a bit hasty just now. I'd done it because I had a feeling I'd get a good view, but if it made her conscious of her embarrassment, that was a slight loss. It would trigger her defenses that much more.
I accidentally pushed her into acting more modestly.
But spilled water can't be gathered back up. I'd just have to unwind it slowly and approach again.
The longer you wait, the better it tastes.
Whether it's a meal or a woman.
I got dressed and sat on the living room sofa. Min-ah came out a little later. From her neck down to her ankles, everything was ordinary but thoroughly covered. She was definitely self-conscious after what had just happened.
Still, not bad.
I'd have preferred something that showed more skin, but those tight jeans weren't bad either. These days the fabric tech is so good that clothes like that actually make a figure stand out more — which is even hotter.
"Shall we head out?"
"Yes!!"
We debated where to go, then followed Min-ah's suggestion and settled on a restaurant near the university. A perfectly ordinary pasta place. But according to Min-ah, this spot was pretty famous.
"The food here is seriously amazing!"
I gave the place a once-over. The overall atmosphere, the dishes, the expressions on the customers' faces. I'd been to enough high-end restaurants that a glance was all I needed to size it up.
A decent, tasty restaurant. Nothing special.
Word of mouth, some well-placed advertising, and student-friendly prices had probably pulled the crowd in. The food was good, but it was the same level as a thousand other places you'd find anywhere. When the food came and I tasted it, sure enough.
Actually, this works out better.
I'm not particularly picky about food, but I was being this particular for a reason. I figured I could use this to win Min-ah over.
I'll watch what she eats for a while, analyze it, then take her somewhere really good.
Delicious food goes beyond just impressing you — it makes you feel warmly toward the person who treated you to it. Unless she had some unusual personality, it would probably work on Min-ah too.
"So? It's good, right?" she asked with a bright smile.
I smiled right back.
"Yeah."
Then someone walked up and spoke to Min-ah.
"Min-ah?"
"Oh, Jae-hyun?"
"Weren't you studying abroad? When did you get back to Korea?"
"I finished my study abroad, traveled a bit, and just got in today!"
The two of them talked with smiles, looking quite close. Listening in, he seemed to be an upperclassman from her university.
The guy's into Min-ah.
The way he kept trying to keep the conversation going, matching her energy, and those restless hands and feet that couldn't sit still — that was the evidence. I might have missed it if I'd been standing right in front of them, but from a third-party seat across from Min-ah, it was crystal clear. They talked a little longer, then spotted me and wrapped it up. The guy gave me a slight nod and quickly disappeared back to his own table.
Well... the guy's situation was clear enough. But what about Min-ah? A considerate, cheerful girl is hard to read in a short time. So I floated a question, just to check.
"Who was that? Your boyfriend?"
She laughed softly and waved her hands.
"No. Just an upperclassman from school. A nice senior who always looked out for me."
Aigoo. Poor bastard. The reaction and the words alone told me everything. Zero romantic interest. Not even a sliver.
Then I caught the guy glancing our way. He kept sneaking looks, clearly hung up on Min-ah. I gave him a bright smile and said inwardly,
Sorry, but this one's mine to eat. Go find someone else.
Once I've set my sights on a girl, there's no room left for your dick, kid.