The ajumma couldn't seem to open her mouth in response to my question.
Seeing her unable to either accept or refuse, it looked like something was holding her back.
Pressing for an answer in a situation like this would be a bad move.
I simply gazed at her, waiting for whatever reply she would give.
She’d glance at my face, then lower her head again. Her lips would part as if to say something, only for her to shake her head once more.
Despite the endless repetition, I stood my ground silently.
I could see the hesitation in her face slowly fading with each passing moment.
Finally, the lips that had only trembled before, refusing to open, parted.
“Dojin, as you know… I have a family. I have a loving daughter and a husband.”
“Yes, I know.”
I was well aware of how special her love for Shin Yujeong was from everything I’d seen so far.
As for her love for her husband… well.
Could they truly be in love when they only saw each other a few times a year?
And it wasn’t like he was in some distant foreign country; he was just a few hours’ drive away in the provinces.
I wanted to ask.
Setting aside her own feelings, did she think her husband loved her?
Based on my personal experience, I’d say no.
“What kind of relationship are you hoping to have with someone like me?”
Ah, so that’s what was bothering her.
“Hmm…”
Unless you’re complete strangers who’ve never met, people are bound to form some kind of relationship.
Colleague, friend, lover, just an acquaintance, and so on.
A single word that can define you and that person when you think of them—isn't that what a relationship is?
Just as she had agonized over this, I too had already thought it through and come to a conclusion.
How could the ajumma and I be defined?
No, how did I want us to be defined?
Focusing on the relationship I wanted, the answer came surprisingly quickly.
“Me? Well… could we be friends?”
Impossible.
We were long past the point where the word “friend” could apply, unless it was preceded by the word “sex.”
And I hadn't even considered being friends with benefits.
A relationship where two people, wanting each other’s bodies, cling together thinly only to separate just as quickly.
It’s not bad.
But with the ajumma, I didn’t want a relationship that was just a clean cycle of coming together and pulling apart.
“I don’t want our relationship to be something that can be summed up in a single, simple word like colleague, lover, family, couple, or affair.”
I took another step closer to her.
She flinched but didn’t back away.
“If I had to put it into words…”
Another step.
Close enough to touch if I simply reached out my arm.
“A relationship where we fulfill each other?”
I was tired of just sticking by someone’s side as a wife, a daughter, or a friend, doing nothing.
I now knew that such empty shells were of no help to my life.
“Fulfill… what?”
At her question, I smiled and answered.
“Anything. For example…”
I reached out, wrapped my arm around her waist, and pulled her into my embrace.
“When your body gets hot like this, I can cool it down for you.”
“Th-that’s…”
Her face flushed a deep red.
“I’ll fulfill anything you want.”
With my other hand, I gently cupped the nape of her neck and brought my lips to hers.
Peck!
A light kiss, our lips barely touching before parting.
“If something sad happens and you need someone to share it with, I’ll gladly be that person. If you need comfort, I’ll comfort you. And on days like today, when you need love, I’ll give you love.”
Hearing my words, the ajumma’s brow furrowed.
“Isn’t that… just being lovers?”
“Ah, no.”
I shook my head firmly.
Lovers? What a disappointing thing to say.
“Lovers, friends, even family. They all change over time. So much so that when you think back on how things used to be, it’s hard to even remember.”
The ajumma didn’t answer.
From her expression, she seemed lost in thought.
“But I won’t change. Ah, well, there might be a time when I do.”
“…When?” she asked tentatively.
She was asking even though she already knew.
“Right now.”
I turned into a beast and lunged at her.
A fire was lit.
No, it would be more accurate to say it had spread.
Slurp! Schlick!
The moment Kim Dojin sucked on her tongue with intensity, the fire that had been burning in his body transferred to hers.
From the moment she had stepped into his room, her body had been heating up in an unusual way, and now it had reached a point she could no longer control.
“Heup… Hah…!”
Since they had been down this road once before, both Seo Jeong-hee and Kim Dojin moved without hesitation.
They responded fervently to the movements of each other’s tongues, exchanging thick saliva.
Kim Dojin grabbed her breast.
“Ah.”
At that moment, Kim Dojin pulled his tongue away from their passionate entanglement and let out a sigh.
Without thinking, she asked him.
“Why, why…?”
Her tone was almost chiding, as if asking why he would stop when things were just getting good.
Kim Dojin breathed hotly against her and said.
“You have no idea how much I wanted to touch these breasts for the past month.”
“Hut…”
Even though his intentions were obvious, the blatant compliment didn’t feel bad.
In fact, she found herself wanting more.
Every time he praised her body, an immense pleasure seemed to wrap around her.
His hand slid deep into her cleavage and began to knead her breast.
“Euh-heung…”
From the moment he started touching her, her breasts had become incredibly sensitive.
As if to prove it, her panties grew damp the instant his hand made contact.
The time it took for her to get wet, which had once felt like an eternity, had been drastically reduced.
Kim Dojin reached down with one hand and lifted the hem of the dress clinging to her legs.
Then, his hand slipped straight into her panties.
“Ahk!”
The moment he was inside, he felt the wetness on his fingertips, and a dark smile spread across his face.
“Already wet?”
Seo Jeong-hee glared at him with a pout, grumbling at his mischievous question.
“It’s all because of you…!”
She quickly shut her mouth.
But the most important words were already out.
That gave Kim Dojin an opening.
“Because of me? Why?”
And so began his persistent caresses, demanding an answer.
He gently rolled her nipple, which he had never touched before, while his fingers inside her panties stirred the slickness, stroking the labia that gushed with fluid.
“Ah-haang… Aahng…!”
She knew from experience.
This teasing would continue until she gave him a satisfactory answer.
“Ever since… ever since you touched me, it’s been like this…!”
“What’s been like what?”
Seo Jeong-hee shot him a resentful glare.
It seemed this playful young man wouldn’t be satisfied until she spelled out exactly what he wanted to hear.
“Whenever you touch me, I get so wet I can’t control it! Happy now?!”
Her tone was a perfect mix of sincerity and anger.
Kim Dojin grinned and asked her.
“Doesn’t it feel good? Being honest.”
“…I-I don’t know.”
Honestly, it felt good.
To think she could feel this way just by letting out the words she had kept inside.
Watching her, Kim Dojin couldn’t hold back any longer and led her to the mattress.
“The mattress… you changed it.”
“I bought an expensive one for you, Ajumma.”
She blushed and let his hands guide her onto her back on the mattress.
“It’s soft and nice, right?”
“Y-yes, it is.”
Seo Jeong-hee nodded lightly.
It might even be better than the one she had at home.
Kim Dojin showered her with a series of bird-like pecks before repeating the question from earlier.
“So, will you come up and organize my fridge?”
His words from a moment ago came back to her.
His desire for an unchanging relationship where they fulfilled each other.
In one sense, it felt like a play on words, but in another, it was incredibly alluring.
As she hesitated again, Kim Dojin spoke.
“I’ll promise you.”
“Promise what…?”
“That you will never lose or have anything taken away from you.”
The moment she heard those words, she finally saw his face clearly.
His dependable appearance and tone, incomparable to how he used to be, shook her to her core.
She felt her heart tipping in his favor.
But she was too shy to say it while looking at him, so she turned her head slightly and answered in a small voice.
“I-if it’s just sometimes…”
She finally consented.
As if those words were incredibly embarrassing, she quickly added.
“I-I’m just helping you organize the fridge, so don’t think we’ll be doing this every time!”
Ah, was it even possible for a woman in her forties to be this lovely and beautiful?
Honey seemed to be dripping from Kim Dojin’s eyes as he looked at her.
“Like I said, I want to make you happy. Sex is secondary to that.”
He spoke to her with sincerity.
“I’ll be by your side whenever you need me. As a lover, a husband, a son… whatever you want me to be.”
Despite his utterly serious words, she puffed out her cheeks, seemingly displeased with something.
“Dojin… why are you so smooth? You’re too good at talking to women. Come to think of it, your kissing too…”
A sharp suspicion struck his face.
But Kim Dojin was unfazed.
“This is my first time with you, Ajumma. Kissing, touching breasts, having sex, all of it.”
In any case, it was the first time for this body.
Even a unicorn, which appeared only once before going on a rampage and disappearing, driven mad by all the non-virgins in the world, would have acknowledged him as a virgin.
Seo Jeong-hee was taken aback by his bluntness.
“You really… you say things like that so casually.”
“Because I like you, Ajumma.”
“Ugh…”
Unable to hold back, she reached out, pulled his face toward hers, and kissed him.
A kiss initiated by her had a different flavor altogether.
Even while engrossed in their kiss, Kim Dojin didn’t stop caressing her pussy.
“Euh-heup… Heung…!”
The moans that escaped between their lips were sweet.
Feeling how thoroughly slick and pliant her pussy was, Kim Dojin immediately broke the kiss, moved down, and pulled off her panties.
Then he yanked down his own pants and underwear in one motion, freeing his painfully hard cock.
He rubbed his cock in the slickness flowing from her pussy.
“Hut, heut… Aht…”
The moans that escaped every time his cock brushed against her pussy seemed to scold him, asking what he was waiting for and why he wasn’t putting it in already.
“I’m going in.”
“Nn…”
The tip of his cock pushed its way into her.
‘Ah, this feeling….’
This sensation of her tightly closed entrance being instantly widened by his cock.
It felt as if it was reawakening the part of her she had forgotten—the woman within.
Squelch….
It tickled.
An unbearable itch emanated from her cervix at the very back of her vagina.
His cock slid in smoothly, and the moment its head finally reached the end and met her cervix…
The tickling sensation transformed into pure pleasure, setting her nerves on fire.
“Heuk…!”
Her back arched, her body bucked.
Schlick! Schlick!
The cock that had withdrawn gently now thrust back in like a battering ram smashing through a castle gate, pounding against her cervix.
With each stormy assault, it felt like her brain was melting.
A wave of fear washed over her.
A feeling that if this continued, she would no longer be herself.
Could she endure this pleasure to the very end?
Seeing the fear on her face, Kim Dojin leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
“It’s okay, Ajumma. You’re just becoming a little more honest.”
“Heung, heuk… B-but… heung…”
She didn’t know.
She didn’t know what was right anymore.
The effort of thinking was too much, so she gave up. The moment she decided to trust his words, the last shred of reason deep in her heart vanished without a trace.
“How is it, Ajumma?”
“Heuk… Eu-heung… G-good… so… good…!”
“What’s so good?”
At his persistent questions, she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Having sex with you, Dojin… hahk…! It feels so good I couldn’t stand it…!”
Hearing her words, which held not a trace of hesitation, a shiver ran down Kim Dojin’s spine.
It was a kind of pleasure entirely different from the sensation he felt in his cock.