Since she's acting like she knows me, I guess I should play along, right?
"Oh, Se-kyung-ah. Long time no see. First time since high school graduation, huh?"
"Yeah, Si-won-ah. Hey, you've gotten a lot cooler since you started university. You were decent in high school, but…"
For some reason, I'm getting a lot of attention from girls today.
Not that I'm complaining—it feels good.
"Cooler, huh… You're the one who's gotten so pretty I barely recognized you."
"Hey, thanks for saying I got prettier, but I was pretty back then too, you know. 'Barely recognized'—if someone overheard, they'd think I got a full plastic surgery overhaul after graduation."
Oh? Now that she mentions it, she does seem to have had some work done.
Her eyes look like they've been widened at the front.
Her nose seems a bit higher too.
Still, she was already pretty to begin with.
It's a case of a beauty enhancing herself further with surgery—not like the heroine from 200 Pounds Beauty, where an ugly girl transforms into a stunner.
Through her white shirt, I can faintly see her breasts, which are noticeably fuller.
If I remember right, Se-kyung's chest was maybe a generous A-cup back then.
She's definitely upgraded a lot since high school—probably got the full package deal at a plastic surgery clinic.
Who cares if she got some work done?
If it looks good and feels good, that's all that matters.
"Uh, Se-kyung-ah, I didn't mean it like that. By the way, why are you suddenly acting like we're buddies? We barely talked back in school, didn't we?"
Se-kyung looked at me with a slightly flushed face and said,
"Yeah, back then I hung out with the wild crowd at school. You weren't part of that scene. But don't get the wrong idea—I've settled down now and I'm living responsibly. Honestly, I always thought you were cool, I just never had the chance to say it."
Wait, what? Is this one of those random, nonsensical confessions straight out of a porn plot?
"But anyway, do you have 10,000 won? I lost my wallet last night while drinking, and I need to take a taxi home. I can't walk all the way there. Can you lend me 10,000 won?"
Oh, so it's not that after all.
Back in high school, I'd have refused, thinking some delinquent girl was trying to scam me, but now, seeing her blush and ask so earnestly, she really seemed desperate.
I'm not rich enough to throw money around, but if a pretty high school classmate like her asks, I can spare 10,000 won. Plus, I was in a good mood after banging Hyung-joon's mom today.
I pulled a 10,000-won bill from my wallet and handed it to her.
"Hey, how does a girl like you get so sloppy drinking that you lose your wallet? So you didn't even go home last night? The world's a scary place these days—aren't you afraid? You're not some fearless high school kid anymore. Back then, no one messed with you because of the tough crowd you ran with, but you've got to be careful out in the real world now. Seriously."
I gave her a little lecture along with the money.
Se-kyung smirked and looked at me.
Her dimples showed faintly—she was cute, like a girl group idol.
"Hey, are you worrying about me right now? Oh my gosh, so cute. Adorable. Yoo Si-won, did you hit your head or something after graduating high school? It's me, Shin Se-kyung. Samssong High's Shin Se-kyung. Anyway, thanks for the 10,000 won—I'll use it well."
Beep!
The subway doors slid open right on cue.
We got off together and started walking.
Se-kyung glanced at me, pulled a square white business card from her pocket, and handed it to me.
"Hey, this isn't high school—I'm not extorting you. This is where I work. It's not far from Jamsil, so drop by anytime. I'll pay you back the 10,000 won."
I took the white business card from her and examined it slowly.
[Pitbull Fitness, Manager Shin Se-kyung]
Surprisingly, Se-kyung was already working as a fitness instructor in the real world.
That little punk—back in high school, she was always causing trouble with the delinquents, but it seems she matured early. Thinking back, she was pretty athletic for a girl and had a decent body.
Her bust was a bit lacking then, but now that's upgraded too.
With that beauty and a job as a fitness instructor, the male clients must be lining up.
"Yoo Si-won, if you come by, I'll pay you back and give you a free PT session. Got it?"
Se-kyung scanned my body, pressing her hands against my abs and traps.
"Oh, now that I look at you, Si-won, you've been working out, huh? Your muscles are nicely defined. Come to my gym, and I'll make your body even better. You have to come. Promise!"
Her gym wasn't too far from my place, actually.
I'd been working out at home following YouTube videos, but getting trained by a beauty like Se-kyung didn't sound bad at all.
I could use learning to exercise as an excuse to get closer to her too.
Imagining Se-kyung's newly volumized ass and chest got me hard again.
Man, being young is wild—I'm horny all the damn time. Whew.
I looked at Se-kyung, grinned widely, and said,
"Got it, Se-kyung-ah. I'll swing by tomorrow or something to see you."
Seeing my big smile, Se-kyung's face turned peach-red.
When I stared straight at her flushed face, she tilted her head slightly to avoid my gaze.
What? The infamous Samssong High delinquent Shin Se-kyung is blushing?
Wasn't she a total badass?
She's got an unexpectedly innocent side.
"Hey! Why are you staring at my face like that? Ugh, seriously. I'm outta here. See you at the gym. Bye~"
Se-kyung covered her face and darted off like a squirrel.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow, Se-kyung-ah."
I waved goodbye and started trudging toward Jamsil Station Exit 5.
Yawn~
I was still exhausted from banging Hyung-joon's mom so hard since dawn.
I wonder if she's up now, showering and cleaning the bed?
Should I send her a Katalk message?
I pulled out my phone and tapped on the Katalk profile Hyung-joon's mother had given me earlier.
Her seductive face popped up in full view.
Ha…
So damn sexy.
Just looking at her picture brought back memories of her sultry face, firm breasts, and plump ass—fuck, it turned me on.
I wanted to rush back to Hyung-joon's house right now, shove my dick into her tight pussy, and thrust like crazy.
Ugh, just thinking about it got me excited.
Next time, I'll book a motel room and call her out for a proper fuck.
Today, I only got two rounds in because I was worried about Hyung-joon or his dad catching us, but next time, I'm definitely spending the whole day pounding her delicious pussy.
Sometimes in Japanese porn, couples book a ryokan with a hot spring, drink sake, eat, and fuck all day without leaving the room or hot spring—I want to spend a weekend like that with Hyung-joon's mom, straight out of one of those videos.
I sent her a Katalk message.
[Me: Mother, you up? I'm almost home.]
She's tasted a young, massive dick now, so she'll reply, right?
With that casual thought, I walked out of Exit 5 and headed home.
It was Saturday morning, so the streets, which should've been busy with commuters, were pretty empty.
But as I walked, I noticed something—there seemed to be more women than usual today.
On the subway too, my car had mostly been women.
And now, walking down the street, it was mostly young women and middle-aged ladies.
Well, whatever.
I usually sleep in on Saturday mornings, so I wouldn't know.
Maybe on early Saturday mornings like this, the guys are all hungover from drinking late or exhausted from work and sleeping in.
I brushed it off as no big deal and quickly walked home.
Ding-dong!
I pressed the doorbell.
"Who is it?"
My mom's voice.
"Mom, it's me."
Hearing me, she flung the door open.
Her round face and cute, panda-like chubby belly.
If Hyung-joon's mom looks like a sexy older sister just 3-4 years older than me, my mom's the quintessential adorable neighborhood ajumma.
I grinned widely, happy to see her.
But then she saw me and suddenly whacked my back with a rice paddle.
"You little punk, where were you sleeping to come home this early? Do you have any sense or not?!"
"Ow, Mom~ I slept at Hyung-joon's place. I tried calling you last night, but you didn't pick up, and now you're mad?"
"You brat, don't you know I'm asleep by 8? Even if I don't answer, how's a guy supposed to sleep out like that! The world's dangerous these days!"
"Ugh, seriously. I'm not some high school kid—I can sleep over at a friend's house. You always treat me like I'm still a baby."
"You punk, if you were a girl, I wouldn't worry this much. Anyway, you really slept at Hyung-joon's, right? Not some shady place?"
Huh? What's that supposed to mean—if I were a girl, she wouldn't worry?
Is Mom losing it?
Sigh.
"Yeah, Mom. Want me to call Hyung-joon to prove it? Geez, stop nagging. You're usually not like this—what's with you today?"
"You little punk, you've got some nerve talking back to me like you're in the right!"
She raised the paddle to hit my back again.
Damn it. I was all charismatic and dominant with Hyung-joon's mom, but with my mom, I'm like a mouse in front of a cat.
"Alright, alright, Mom. I'm sorry. Stop hitting me."
"Ugh, you brat. As long as you get it. Have you eaten breakfast?"
"No, Mom. I'm starving—got anything to eat?"
"Of course I do. What kind of question is that? Go wash up and sit at the table. I made your favorite sunny-side-up eggs."
"Okay, Mom~"
Sigh. No one takes care of their son like a mom, huh.
I went to the bathroom, washed my hands, and sat at the table, digging into my favorite runny sunny-side-up eggs and rice.
But then my phone rang.
Ddaradan-da, ddanda, ddaradan-da~
A Katalk call came in.
These days, with internet everywhere, most people call through Katalk.
"Hello?"
I answered.
"Hey! Fuck!"
It was Hyung-joon's voice.
Huh? Hyung-joon calling me this early and starting with a curse?
Did he find out I fucked his mom?
Oh, shit…
With a mix of worry and dread, I started talking to Hyung-joon.