"Si-won, oh my goodness, it's been so long. Wow, you've gotten so handsome. Back in high school, you were such a baby, but now you're all grown up—a real man. What are you staring at? Come on in already!"
I snapped out of my trance after gawking at my friend's sexy mom.
"Oh, yes! Hi, ma'am. You've somehow gotten even younger and prettier. Seriously, if I saw you on the street, I might not have recognized you."
Hyung-jun's mom gave a coy smile, looking at me with those sultry eyes.
"Oh, this kid. Look at you, so good with flattery. I appreciate it, though. You should come over more often, like you used to."
Honestly, it wasn't just flattery—it was straight from the heart.
Sure, a year ago, Hyung-jun's mom was youthful and beautiful, but back then she had a simpler vibe. Now, though, her body looked even more toned and elastic, and she had this sophisticated, urban woman aura.
Hyung-jun kicked off his shoes and headed into the living room, gesturing for me to follow.
"Dude, why are you sucking up to my mom so much? What's there to gain? Mom, where'd you go today? You're dressed like you just came back from some fancy meeting."
"Yeah, I went to the Goo Clan Golf Club gathering today. Just met up with some members, had coffee at a café, and talked about our next golf round."
"Oh, that golfing aunties' club? Mom, are you seriously into golf now? Hitting the driving range all the time and going to these meetings?"
"Yeah, at first it was tough and boring, but lately I've been getting into it. I get why people say 'golf is life' now. Plus, it's been toning my body, and trying to hit the ball well has me working out harder too. You and Si-won should come with me to the driving range sometime when you're free. I'll teach you the basics."
"Mom, we're busy with college right now. Eh, golf's just for old guys and aunties—not my thing. Si-won, you're not into it either, right?"
Truth be told, if it meant getting private lessons from Hyung-jun's mom, I'd go to the driving range any day. No, I wanted to go. She'd probably press that sexy, tanned, toned body right up against me while teaching me. Just imagining it made my dick stand straight up.
But I couldn't say that out loud—Hyung-jun would think I'm weird.
"Uh, yeah, I guess."
Hyung-jun's mom looked at me with a hint of disappointment.
"Oh, really? That's a shame. The ladies at my golf club would've adored you two. They'd treat you to tasty food and everything. They're all rich, well-connected—great for building social networks and opportunities. But I guess that stuff doesn't matter much to you young guys yet. Come on in, wash up, and let's eat."
"Yes, Mom."
"Yes, ma'am."
We gave short replies and headed to Hyung-jun's room to take off our jackets.
"Dude, you wash up first. Big bro's gotta handle some lady business on KakaoTalk real quick."
This jerk's been throwing around "big bro" ever since he started messing with girls lately. It pissed me off a little—a lot, actually—but what could I do? I'm the loser who still hasn't hooked up with a girl. Come to think of it, all my decent-looking friends have girlfriends except me. Some are even juggling two or three.
Fuck, what's wrong with me?
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, reflecting on my life.
Height: 180 cm. Not super tall by today's standards, but above average. Small face, bigger eyes compared to most guys. Straight nose, and I've been told my lips are pretty. My face shape isn't bad either, and I've been hitting the gym consistently—got some decent pecs and abs.
So why?!
Why am I the only one who still hasn't had sex with a girl?
Even Hyung-jun seems to have someone he's banging lately, judging by his hints.
I gave my sleeping dick a little pat through my underwear. Pretty hefty package. Sorry, buddy. I'll get you some action soon—not just peeing, but with a girl.
Flushhh…
I peed, flushed, turned on the sink, and washed my hands.
"Boys, you still not done? Dinner's all set!"
"Yes! Coming soon!"
I shouted back from the bathroom.
Wipe, wipe, wipe…
I quickly dried my hands on a towel and hurried to the living room.
Hyung-jun's house was a two-story place, pretty big. Among my friends, his family was easily the richest. Makes sense—his mom's into golf, the sport of the elite, hitting the driving range and joining fancy groups like the Goo Clan Golf Club.
"Hyung-jun! Si-won's already at the table. Come on! He's probably starving."
"Mom! I'll eat later. You two go ahead! My stomach hurts!"
"Oh, for crying out loud. That kid—if his stomach hurts, he should've said so earlier. I set the table, and now he pulls this crap."
Hyung-jun's mom huffed in annoyance, brushing her straight blonde hair back.
"Since Hyung-jun's stomach hurts, let's eat first, Si-won. There's dakdoritang—you like that, right? Eat lots."
"Yes, ma'am."
I replied simply and dug into the food.
Her cooking was incredible—way better than most restaurant meals. She had a natural talent for it. As I shoveled rice and side dishes into my mouth, Hyung-jun's mom paused mid-bite, looked at me, and smiled softly. Why's she smiling? That smile felt sexy, almost like she was teasing me.
"Wow, Si-won, you eat so heartily—like a real man. So cute. Hyung-jun picks at his food like a girl. Must take after his dad—not manly at all. Eat up—I feel full just watching you. You eat so well, it's a blessing."
As she smiled and stared at me, my heart started pounding. Come to think of it, it was just the two of us at the table—Hyung-jun wasn't here. If she were a typical 40-something mom like my other friends' moms, this might've just felt awkward. But the woman in front of me? With her looks and body, she could pass for a sister just 4 or 5 years older than me—a tanned, excessively sexy, and seductive sister. And now she's gazing at me with those affectionate eyes, making my throat tighten up.
No, wait—it's not just tightening. I started choking.
"Cough, hack!"
As I coughed and sputtered, Hyung-jun's mom quickly grabbed a glass of water and brought it to me.
"Oh no, Si-won, are you choking? I told you to eat slowly!"
I reached for the glass, but—call it divine intervention—my hand slipped, and I spilled water all over her white blouse.
"Oh my!"
She stepped back in surprise, but it was too late—her blouse was soaked, clinging to her black bra. Naturally, her firm, voluptuous breasts were fully exposed through the wet fabric.
If I'd seen her bare breasts outright, I might not have been this turned on. But right now, she looked like an AV actress from a porn video—lewd and irresistibly seductive.
I forgot all about choking and just stared blatantly at her firm, enticing breasts. At first, she didn't seem to notice, but with me gawking like this, there's no way she couldn't. Her face flushed red—maybe from the shame of exposing herself to her son's friend, or maybe from some twisted thrill.
Only then did I realize my mistake and hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe the water off her chest… Wait, did I just touch her breast?
No, I mean—sometimes when you panic, you do dumb shit you don't mean to. This was absolutely not intentional. A total accident.
I don't know if she saw it that way, though.
The feel of her breast through the wet blouse was firm yet soft. Oh, so this is what a woman's breast feels like. For a lifelong virgin like me, the last time I touched a breast was probably as a baby, sucking on my mom's for survival. This was my first real woman's breast. I'd touched it, but now what? How do I fix this?
I quickly pulled my hand back.
But that just made things more awkward between us. If I'd just kept wiping her wet blouse like it was no big deal, it might've passed as nothing. It could've been brushed off as me being so comfortable with her as a friend's mom that I didn't think twice. But the moment I reacted like I was aware of her breast, our relationship shifted. We weren't just a friend's mom and her son's buddy anymore—we were a man and a woman, tangled in some strange, charged vibe.
"Uh, Si-won, I'll, um, go change real quick."
"Oh, yes…"
We exchanged words, but the air was definitely awkward now. Her tone wasn't the casual, "just my son's friend" vibe from before.
She came back soon after changing. Surprisingly, she was wearing a loose white Bally's T-shirt. The problem? That T-shirt, though a luxury brand, was thin—meant for lounging at home—and in the bright indoor light, it was practically see-through. In short, I got another clear view of her black bra and those jiggling breasts. No, it was even more visible than with the wet blouse.
Holy shit, this is straight-up erotic. Am I losing my mind? Is Hyung-jun's mom actually trying to seduce me right now?
We kept eating in silence for a while, like elementary school kids paired with their crush, too shy to talk. Still, as the guy, I figured I should break the ice.
"Um, ma'am, about earlier…"
I struggled to get the words out when Hyung-jun shuffled over to the table. He glanced at his mom—Hyung-jun's mom—and casually dropped a bombshell.
"Mom, what happened to the blouse you were wearing earlier? Why'd you change? That shirt—your boobs are totally showing."
Fucking hell, this guy.
He just slammed his own mom with a brutal, brain-melting fact.